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Tell Me You Love Me — Yor Forger x Loid Forger

summary: "So, when are you two trying for a second?" shouldn't have caused the freight train of insecurity and imposter syndrome that dawned on Yor Forger, but it did.

Loid fixes that.

warnings; bullying, insecurities, family dynamics, loid... being so soft i love him, Yor's POV, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding.

a/n: lmao me? character x character? on tumblr? wild. i wrote this in one big speed run today because i've been obsessed with this show and now the manga since i started it last week. i hope y'all enjoy this! it's my first c x c for a f/m relationship i think... ever lol. huge shout out to @craftycheetah for helping me out throughout writing this. thank you for the sex position website, i don't know what i would've done without it. now... enjoy all 8.8k words of this.

“So, Yor… when are you two trying for a second?”

The dark-haired beauty turned her head, spinning on the axis of her heels so fast that she almost lost her balance. Despite her practiced poised nature, Yor couldn’t help but gape helplessly as she scrambled to find her words. Under the weight of Camilla’s gaze, and her line of questioning, Yor was at a loss.

“So, Yor… when are you two trying for a second?”

She stood in the middle of her co-worker's home with a glass of wine, surrounded by people lost in their own little worlds of conversation beneath the warm hue of decor lights and soft jazz-inspired music. She’d had the mind not to come. She knew she shouldn’t have come, but she’d had no choice.

It was Camilla’s engagement party, and she’d never have heard the end of it if she and Loid hadn’t made an appearance. Their whole life together was built on maintaining the perfect image, so not coming would have spelled doom socially for their family in an instant. So, here Yor was again—playing in a den of lions donning ascots and top-dollar balayages.

“A second?” Yor asked, sipping nervously at her drink as her eyes subtly scanned the room.

Loid was speaking with some men a few feet away, looking as cordial as ever as he discussed the details of his casual chocolate-brown suit with an inquisitive friend of Dominic’s. His hair was imperfectly styled, just how he liked. Yor had molded with her own hands at his behest.

He’d made an offhand comment about how nice her hair always looked, not a single lock out of place even with the free-flowing bangs she left out in the front. So, she did his hair for him. After a harrowing mission that left her unable to lift her arms for a week, he began doing her hair in return. Granted, he thought she’d injured herself lifting a box that was too heavy at work, but still. He accepted his role as an interim hairdresser with muted enthusiasm, and eventually, Anya joined the train.

Every morning that they had enough time, they’d sit in the living room and help get one another groomed for the day. This morning was one of those mornings, and he looked every bit the polished handsome husband who knew how to treat his wife and child as a result.

He must have felt the weight of Yor’s eyes on him, even from across the room. He glanced over to meet his wife’s subtle stare, smirking with a slight nod in her direction before he turned his attention back to the man in front of him, listening intently as he droned on about the Eden Academy director’s love of fine suits.

Camilla’s eyes followed Yor’s line of sight over to Loid, and the woman stepped closer into Yor’s space until she was close enough that Yor could easily snap her n—touch her.

“Yes, a second. Well, a first for you, I suppose but a second for Loid. A baby is necessary at this point, don’t you think?” Camilla said, a coy curl at the corner of her lips as she moved her lithe hands animatedly to match her less-than-quiet words. “I assumed, with Loid’s previous entanglement, you’d want to lock things down as soon as possible. Sure, you got a ring and some useless paperwork, but any man who’s had a child with another woman will never truly be yours until you give him something of equal value.”

Yor furrowed her eyebrows, turning her attention to the blonde looking up at her with fire in her eyes as she sipped her wine.

“Equal value?” she said, glancing down into her glass and contemplating the odds of drowning someone in the liquid left in the cup.

“Yes, yes. Equal value. You see, dear Yor, his precious little girl will always take priority over you, and so will the memory of his wife. His real wife, not the placeholder that you’ve allowed yourself to be,” Camilla said, venom laced in the tip of her tongue. “You’re understandably replaceable until you give him something that makes you seem… well, a little less useless. Granted, he could always take the new baby and the old one and leave you by the wayside in the end. But, I’d like to think he would finally care about you if you gave him a child of your own. It's been over a year since you got married, love. Even the dead one would've managed to give him a kid by now. I’d hope you could do better than someone who’s not alive anymore.”

Hot blood rushed into the high points of Yor’s face, bathing her pale skin in a flush that she knew looked embarrassing from Camilla’s pleased expression. She got off on this—seeing Yor uncomfortable—and Yor hated that she’d allowed the woman to pull her in.

“That’s—that isn’t true,” Yor said, though her words lacked conviction, and Camilla jumped on the display of insecurity like a starved rat coming across a fromagerie in the heart of France.

“I’m glad you get to call him your husband, even if it’s just a title. It’s evident that he does not take you seriously if you’re not talking about having more kids. I wonder if he would still want you if his old wife were to walk amongst the living again.”

Yor felt her hand shaking around the stem of her wine glass, threatening to shatter the “shatterproof” glass into pieces. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade rosy red, and her eyes pricked with heat that felt unnatural on her face.

She opened her mouth to speak and no words came, only the beginning of what felt like a wretched sob that felt so jarringly alien in her throat. Yor didn’t cry. Not really, if ever. But still, there the tears were, threatening her with the weight of a loaded gun as they edged closer to spilling out from her eyelids.

“We’ll be going now.”

Yor sighed, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she held as Loid sauntered up to her side, placing one hand on her lower back while he motioned toward the door with the other.

“You were listening?” Yor said, blinking the wetness out of her eyes as she turned her head inward toward Loid’s shoulder. She used his body as a refuge to wipe the remnants of the tear trailing down her cheek in peace away from Camilla’s gaze.

The blonde fixed her stare on Loid instead, a blatant scowl on her face even as her boyfrie—no, fiancé now—walked up defensively behind her.

“Leaving so soon?” she asked, shaking her fiancé’s hand off of her shoulder when he attempted to touch her.

Loid scoffed, helping Yor into a lined faux fur jacket that hugged her nicely where the fabric was sleeker in the middle and accented her beautifully as the fur framed her face. He kept a pleasant smile as he grabbed their things—his wallet and Yor’s purse—from the closet behind them and he took Yor’s hand in his easily as he pulled her toward the door.

“Camilla, it’s truly remarkable to behold what deeply rooted inferiority looks like in human form. You exemplify the word in every way.”

The blonde huffed and Loid slinked past her with Yor tucked close to his side, keeping his eyes trained on the exit as they walked away from the growing scene.

“I only meant,” Camilla said toward their backs, hesitating for only a beat before steeling her resolve and speaking loudly enough that everyone could hear her. “I only meant that any man worth his salt would have already proven his love to his new wife. From what I've seen, you two act like roommates who co-parent. Maybe they’re secretly celibate, and that’s why they aren’t interested in more babies, huh, everyone? Why marry a woman you’re so obviously disgusted by, Loid? I have plenty of friends I’m sure would be willing to give a widower a chance. Anything would be better tha—”

“Camilla,” a voice said so darkly that both Loid and Yor stopped in their tracks. The sound of shaking breath became louder in the still air of the room as they turned around to see Camilla’s fiancé standing behind her with an expression so dark with shame that Yor found it hard to look at.

“I love you, and I’ve always loved you. I don’t think a universe exists where I wouldn’t fall in love with you, over and over, but that was foul, and I’m embarrassed by the way you just spoke to her. Loid, Yor,” he said, his eyes rimmed red as he looked at the couple stopped in shock, “have a good night. I’m sorry that our home hasn’t been a welcome place for you both. I hope you can forgive us.”

Loid nodded his head without a word, keeping Yor close to his body as he opened the door with her in front of him, and off into the night they went.

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The sun shined too brightly in the morning, practically mocking Yor with the promise of a good day that her brain was not inclined to let her have. There was something buzzing within her bones, gnawing against the core of her being with dull teeth that made her feel uneasy. She floated around her home feeling like a stranger despite her year living there—making the space full of more than just a lonely man and his only child.

Making them a family, even if it was only for appearances.

Yor stood over the stove, stirring stew in a large pot, tossing in spices and aromatics she’d learned how to handle well enough over the past few months. The room was warm from the heat of the stovetop coils and bubbling food, while the dish's aroma enticed her stomach as she waited for the broth to thicken.

Anya sat in the living room watching her mid-afternoon morning TV, making little *pew pew* sounds as she watched the spy on screen after the dastardly assassin giving him chase. She sang along with the theme song as the title sequence queued on screen and she couldn’t contain her excitement as the spy showed up again.

Loid sat across from Anya on the home’s reclining chair, relaxing into the furniture with one leg crossed over his other leg’s knee as he scanned his eyes over the morning paper. His eyes drifted from it however to watch Anya watching her shows. His eyes grew soft as he watched the little girl imagine herself in that world of danger, and his voice was even softer as he replied to all of Anya’s comments and constant, “Chi-chi, did you see? Did you see it?” to which he replied yes, even if he hadn’t actually been watching.

His eyes found Yor’s then from her spot in the kitchen’s window panel, sending her a smile and an eye roll that she knew meant “god, this kid.”

Yor placed her hand over her heart, begging the organ to stop beating so violently against the cavity in her chest. It was just a smile. He’d smiled at her a million times, yet the feeling of fluttering in her belly never ceased. When his catlike blue eyes met her’s and he looked at her as if she were made up of everything good in the world, she couldn’t help but feel weak in the knees. That feeling always proceeded the heartache, and the feeling of her heart being crushed came in record time as Loid’s eyes left her own and focused on his daughter again.

The spot in Yor’s stomach that’d built up a lepidopterarium filled with the most beautiful winged beauties caved in then, sinking into a pit that reached her spine. Yor loved Anya, genuinely, as if she were her own. She harbored nothing but care for the child, and her father, but what if Camilla was right? What if Loid did want another child? What if that was something he needed to feel whole, but he hadn’t asked Yor out of… pity? Spite? Disinterest? Would he want to get rid of her when the urge finally bubbled up to the surface?

What did he want?

Then, it dawned on her. What did Yor want? After spending a year legally bound to the man, she and Loid had never consummated their union. There was a strange air of professionalism around their relationship that kept Yor firmly in check. This was for the progression of Anya’s school career, to make her life better. This was also to keep Yor’s brother off of her back and out of her business.

That was all. Right?

So, why did her heart hurt so much at the thought of their future? What was in it? What did they need to do to keep it afloat? To keep up their image? What lies would she need to concoct next? She could say they were trying for a baby, should anyone else be insensitive enough to ask. They’d been married long enough that most couples would at least be having the conversation, Yor supposed. But then Camilla’s words came to the forefront of her mind again.

“Maybe they’re celibate… Why marry a woman you’re so obviously disgusted by Loid? Anything would be better than…”

Me, Yor thought.

The stew bubbled over then, sploshing out in fat drops of boiling soup all over the stovetop and onto Yor’s hand. The yell had just barely breached her lips before Loid was there behind her, holding her waist with one arm will the other supported her wrist and held out her hand. He guided her over to the sink, having turned off the stove in a flash before he was back against her. The tap was flowing with cool water, but it wasn’t cold. Not like Yor needed against the incoming burn that pooled closer and closer to the surface of her skin.

Loid ran to the freezer, taking out ice cubes with his bare hands that he brought over to Yor. He cupped her hands in his own, moving the ice around constantly against her small hands to keep the burn at bay.

“Are you okay my love?” he asked, pressing his nose to the crown of her head as she let her neck relax and her head rest against the firm plane of his chest.

Yor nodded her head, saying yes without words even as tears began to pool in her eyes. She’d never pegged herself as a crier. It never felt necessary to cry in the face of pain. The pain was just an emotion like any other that would eventually pass, so there was no use in falling into it and letting it drag you down and away from yourself. But as she stood there will the prickling heat of a shallow burn on her hand, she realized she’d felt this feeling before in her heart. Every time she questioned if Loid wanted her, if Anya liked her, and if they were really meant to be a family.

She’d felt this deep in her chest a million times.

So, she cried. So restrained that her shoulders shook and her lip felt as though it would tear under the pressure from her teeth, but she cried. Soft little hiccuping sounds came out of her mouth as she brought up her unburned hand to hold on to Loid’s arm that was wrapped around her belly, keeping her close and safe as she let months of feelings come out at once.

“Mama, Anya helps,” the little girl said, stomping her way into the room with an emergency kit she’d seen both of her parents grab and put away in secret many times throughout the months of their employment excursions.

Loid grabbed it from the girl, rubbing her head with his hand before asking her to go to the downstairs neighbor’s house for the afternoon to give Papa some time with Mama, alone. Anya nodded her head eagerly, excited to play with the neighbor woman’s dog that always thought about the sky outside and the birds in the trees.

The front door slammed as Anya left them alone, the house notably quieter since the girl changed the television channel to something less rowdy before she left.

“What’s wrong Yor?” Loid asked, turning the tap down to a trickle. He looked intently at his wife’s hands once the extent of the burn had developed.

Yor shook her head, wiping the tears away roughly before moving to remove herself from Loid’s hold.

“Wait,” he said, pulling her back against him to hold her close.

They didn’t speak for a while. Loid moved Yor’s weight with his own as he guided her to the dining room table without a word, taking out the creams and chilled menthol bandages meant for burns as Yor’s tears subsided. The only sounds shared between them were Loid’s small huffs of concentration and Yor’s sniffles before she found a napkin to blow her nose.

“Sorry,” she said, mumbling the words as Loid finished the bandage around the side of her hand where the stew had gotten her the worst and put one last layer of burn ointment on the top of her hand to keep it from scarring.

He laughed, putting away the first aid utensils where they belonged before standing up to wash off his hands in the now icy cold stream of water in the sink. He walked back to his seat in front of Yor lackadaisically, looking so soft in his cotton t-shirt and loose-fitting dark green sweatpants—the same color as his favorite working suit.

He looked so handsome like that, Yor thought, sinking into her thoughts more when Loid scooted closer to her, slotting their legs together so he could rest his forearms on her thighs.

“Is this about what Camilla said yesterday?”

Yor’s eyes snapped up to meet stormy blue irises, darker than usual at the mere mention of her coworker’s name. Loid looked… upset. Did that mean Camilla was right? Had he been mad at Yor this whole time for not being “his” enough to have a child? Had he thought their engagement was so meaningless that he couldn’t tell her his dreams for another child? Was he afraid she didn’t love him too— oh.

“It… no,” she said, the lie coming out unconvincingly in a hushed tone between Yor’s clenched teeth. “The stew just hurt a lot. I wasn’t prepared for that type of pain. I don’t like being in pain.”

Loid’s face fell, the little scowl on his brow turning into burning empathy as he looked at his wife. His stare was so heavy she felt herself cower beneath it, not ready to confront her feelings yet as the man searched her face for answers. She wasn’t ready to hear that he still only thought of their marriage as a sham. That only she had developed these feelings and that Loid was using her as a placeholder until he found someone else. Someone who he found worthy of carrying his second child, and sharing his bed, and the rest of his life.

Anything better than… Yor.

“Hey,” Loid said, brushing a stray hair out of Yor’s face and sliding his hand across her cheek to place the hair behind her ear. “Your hair’s falling out of your headband. May I?”

Yor nodded her head, sniffling away the tears she felt bubbling beneath the surface again as the man moved to take care of her further. His hands worked easily as he undid the messy remnants of her hairstyle, removing all the accessories in her hair until the black strands were free-flowing and light as they cascaded down her back and fell into her face.

“You look beautiful with your hair down,” Loid said, running his fingers through her hair to expose her face again. “I think that’s why Camilla is so ugly towards you. She’s jealous, understandably so.”

Yor scoffed, reaching up her hand to wipe away a stray tear before Loid caught her hand in his, wiping the tear away from her cheek with his index finger. The digit lingered against her skin even after the moisture had been wicked away. Yor couldn’t help but lean into the touch as his hand cupped her jaw, and his finger traced the line of bone there beneath her skin.

“No one’s jealous of me. They’re jealous I have you, but they don’t know the truth,” Yor said, the words coming out of her mouth so soft that she hoped Loid wasn’t able to hear her despite the stillness of the apartment.

Loid furrowed his brows, hooking his finger beneath Yor’s chin to make her look into his eyes. The deep blue felt fierce as a storm brewing on the horizon as he tried to read Yor’s expression, so broken in a way she’d never let herself show outwardly. Even now as she tried to reign it in, she couldn’t.

‘What truth Yor? That you’re my wife? That we take care of a child? Are both of those things not the truth?” he asked, his eyes pleading for something that Yor couldn’t understand.

She sighed, running her hand over her face which knocked Loid’s hand away. She sat back in her chair, putting more distance between them even though their legs were still touching, and Yor could see it in Loid’s face that that hurt him.

Why was she hurting him?

“The truth is that I’m your wife. But, we both know what our agreement was. I have set myself up for failure because I—”

“You what?” Loid said, holding his hands on the closest part of Yor’s body that he could touch. His hands rested on the exposed skin of her knees as her dress rode up her leg, making those same little soothing motions with his thumb.

She could see it in the depths of his eyes then. That desire to make her happy. Not only to keep her around for his child, but for more. Despite the distance she could tell they’d both placed into their relationship intentionally, she couldn’t help but allow one of the many walls built up in her mind to crumble as she looked into those pretty blue eyes. They’d grown closer over their year together, there was no way to deny that fact to herself.

Every dinner spent at the table together with Anya talking and laughing and forming their own inside jokes. Every night spent helping Anya with homework and talking over wine after stressful days when the little girl went off to bed. Every time they’d spent soothing Anya down from a crying fit together on the rare occasion that the girl got upset, every outing spent holding hands and swinging the child between them to make her squeal, every polite kiss they’d exchanged in public to hush rumors and whispers. It all led to this.

To Yor accepting that their relationship with Anya wasn’t the only thing that had grown, but each other too. From sharing a bathroom to co-parenting to all the times they’d had alone to learn more about each other. It all felt… right. So achingly right, and he was all she really wanted. She couldn’t stand how badly she wanted…

“You. I’ve set myself up for failure by falling for you, Loid Forger. Despite everything within me screaming not to cross that line, to respect our agreement, and maintain my place in our little arrangement. I screwed up. I did the one thing you aren’t supposed to do and fell in love with you, and it’s killing me because I’ve ruined it all. You can just… go find the woman you’re meant to be with now. The one you’ll want for real. To have more babies with and marry for love, not whatever we’ve agreed to here. And I, I’ll go on my way, and leave you and your daughter be. She deserves a real mother, and you deserve a real wife and a loving, passionate marriage. I’m just… sorry I can’t give you that. I know I’m not what you want.”

Her eyes burned as she looked down at her lap, fiddling incessantly with the skin around her nails as she fought more wretched tears. It shouldn’t have felt so good when Loid’s chilled hand touched the warm skin of her face, shushing the avalanche of words trying to become coherent sentences as they poured out from Yor’s mouth.

He grabbed the legs of her chair beneath her, pulling her in closer to him until she was practically sitting in his lap, balanced on the crack between the chairs as they touched.

“I’m the failure,” he whispered, resting his forehead against Yor’s as she let one last tear fall. “I’m the failure for not making you see how much I care for you ages ago. I was so caught up in my own feelings and desires that I wasn’t even seeing you for the woman you are—who you could be to me if I allowed it. Who I could be to you if you let me. I’m a failure for not showing you how much I want you. Need you, really. You’re all I could ever ask for.”

She squinted her eyes in confusion as she leaned back to look at Loid’s face, searching his features for the slightest hint of insincerity. She found none, and the shattered shards of her heart began to stitch themselves back together. She felt warm all over. So warm as she took in the placement of Loid’s hands on her body, trailing up her thighs and pulling up the fabric of her dress with it.

“You want me?” she asked, looking every bit as insecure as Camilla made her out to be.

Loid’s eyes darkened to navy, filled with a fire she’d never seen directed at her before. He wet his lips with his tongue as he moved his hands to Yor’s knees, hooking them underneath to pull her up and into his lap, holding her flush against his body as he held her tight with his arm secure around her back.

“I want every inch of you, Yor Briar Forger. Inside and out, body and soul, to death do us part. Those were the vows we took, weren’t they?”

Yor nodded her head, too breathless to speak as Loid grabbed hold of her hand and lifted it up to his lips. He kissed every digit, trailing his lips down the line of her arm until he reached her elbow. He pulled her in then, wrapping her arm around his neck so they were impossibly close. Yor breathed in his scent, dizzy from the heady mix of her hair products and his cologne.

He smelled like home, her home. The home they were working on building stronger, together.

“Those vows we said when you were bleeding from the head?” she said, the tease coming easily from her lips as she settled more comfortably in his lap.

He hummed, the sound rich like honey in his throat as his lips touched her skin again, this time against the column of her throat.

“I was of sound mind even though I wasn’t of sound body,” he chuckled, the vibrations tickling Yor as he kissed the sensitive skin across her neck. “I haven’t taken the vows back.”

Yor nodded, arching her back as he found a sweet spot beneath her ear, kissing up to suck the lobe into his mouth with the slightest bite of pressure from his teeth.

“Neither have I,” she said, leaning into his hands as they worked their way around her body.

He grabbed the bottom hem of her dress where it pooled in his lap on one end and draped over his legs on the other. He pushed the fabric up so that all of it was loose and not caught beneath Yor’s body, then his hand snuck behind her back, trailing up the length of her spine until he found the zipper there, then he pulled back down.

“It’s a husband’s duty to make his wife happy. ‘Happy wife happy life’ is what all of the academy husbands say when discussing their wives. Do you want me to make you happy, Yor?”

Yor sighed as the red fabric of her dress fell off of her shoulders, the biting chill from the apartment shocking her system as she caught it before it exposed her chest. She searched his eyes as he looked up at her from below, touching her chin with his nose before he moved up, capturing her lips in a breathtaking kiss that made her hold on to him for balance.

His lips felt soft against her’s as they moved, the moment feeling too slow despite the rush of want coursing through Yor’s system. Everything in the world was pinpointed to him. His hands on her back, his tongue licking into her mouth, his warmth against her as he caged her in. Everything Yor didn’t know she needed was all encased into this moment, with Loid—her husband, in more than just name.

“Make me yours,” she said, her voice sounding more like a whine as she rolled her hips against the hardening length in his lap.

She removed her hands where they’d caught her dress from falling and she let the garment pool down to her waist, exposing her breasts still trapped in the confines of her bra. His eyes trailed down the valley of her cleavage, and that fire in his eyes turned into an inferno.

“Gladly.”

He got up out of his chair with Yor in tow, letting her dress pool onto the floor as Yor wrapped her legs around Loid’s waist to let him carry her. He wrapped one arm underneath her ass, holding her steady in his arms as his fingers played with the thin fabric of her panties that hugged her waist. The other hand held her jaw, pulling her down to meet his lips in kisses interlaced with his tongue.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he carried her through their house, stopping in the living room only because something—no, someone—instantly came to mind as they passed by the floor full of Crayola drawings and Spy Detective merchandise.

“Anya.”

Loid stopped in the living room and sat them both down on the couch, having Yor stand for a moment so he could ogle her ass before having her sit down in his lap again, only this time her back was against his front.

“I’ll call Mrs. Bustelo. You lay there and look beautiful as always, darling,” Loid said, digging his phone out of his pocket to call their neighbor, the sweetest old woman who had grown to look after Anya often, given the sporadic nature of both Loid and Yor’s schedules.

Yor relaxed in Loid’s lap, tilting up her head to nose along his jaw, placing a trail of kisses as she impatiently waited for the phone line to connect. Her hips shifted side to side, causing Loid to bite down on his bottom lip to stifle a groan as a cheerful voice came down the line of the phone he had in a death grip in his hand.

“Hello, Mrs. Bustelo,” he said, his voice pinched as Yor whined her hips in tight circles as she kissed the sensitive point she’d found on Loid’s neck.

He looked down at her, nuzzling their noses against one another as their neighbor rambled on over the phone line. Yor’s eyes were filled with a mischief Loid would have never thought her capable of, but Yor felt as if her insides were on fire. Slick moisture pooled within the folds of her cunt as she inhaled Loid’s scent, kissing every part of his face and neck that her mouth could reach. A year’s worth of yearning brewed in her belly and she no longer felt as if it could be contained.

Loid wanted her too, and she needed to see all that desire brought to life with their bodies.

His cock throbbed against her where she sat in his lap, angling her hips to rut against his length through the thin layers of clothing keeping them apart. His light hold on her jaw tightened, just enough to convey the warning that was reflected in his eyes.

“Quit it,” he mouthed, making asinine conversation with the woman as Yor grew more and more restless in his lap.

She pouted, feigning innocence as she reached her unharmed hand back between their bodies. It’d already been a year, and all at once, it felt like a year too long.

“Or what?” she mouthed back, curling her lips into a smile that made her husband bite back a groan.

His eyes snapped shut as Yor ran her hand along the outline of his cock, applying pressure that made him clench his jaw in an effort not to make any noise. Yor should have felt some shame, toying with him like this with someone able to hear. Maybe the desire within her for someone to know he was indeed her’s—truly and only her’s—spurred on the act of dominance, but she wanted him now. She wanted to touch him and feel him inside of her. She needed him to make her whole in a way her soul hadn’t yet known.

“Please?” she whispered, her voice so light she wasn’t sure if she’d actually made a sound, but Loid understood, He heard her and sought out her lips as he leaned in to kiss her, putting his phone on speaker—and muted—before sitting it down on the back of the couch near his head.

“Anya’s being such a darling this afternoon. She and Bond are having the best time outside catching crickets, I’d hate to break them up. I’m assuming you need me to keep her, yes? Do you both have extra work hours again tonight or—oh! That reminds me. Have I told you two about—”

Both of them blocked out the voice as Loid dipped his head down to kiss Yor’s neck, trailing his kisses up before sucking a deep bruise into that spot beneath her ear. Her mouth fell open, desperate to make noise before Loid’s hand came up to place his thumb against her lips.

“Don’t make a sound,” he said, his voice fighting a tremble as Yor pressed down against him with the heel of her hand.

She kissed the digit keeping her lips closed, then in a spark of mischief she knew her husband noticed, she sucked his finger into her mouth, lapping her tongue across his fingerprint as a deep, maddeningly desperate sound got caught in his chest.

Yor giggled around his finger, pulling it out from the wet cavern of her mouth to intertwine their hands.

“Looks like I should be the one saying be quiet to yo—oh.”

His hand trailed down the tight plane of lean muscle that made up her abdomen, all smooth pale skin that begged to be bitten and marked by his teeth. He kissed her cheek as his hand breeched the lining of her panties, his fingers sliding into her slick folds with ease. He toyed with her clit, rubbing the swollen bud in tight circles as he bucked up against her hand.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he said, burying his face in her hair as she nuzzled against his neck.

Yor giggled, having never heard the man curse that strongly before since most of their life was spent around a child. The word “baby” coming from his lips was the only thing that could top that little slip-up.

“Baby. You called me baby,” she said, a smile on her face as she ran her hand down the length of his cock trapped within his sweats to squeeze the tip. “Loid, I want you in me. I need to feel you, it’s been too long already.”

They moaned softly into each other’s mouths, soft pants and heated kisses making them breathless as they ground against each other’s hands. The months of not engaging with anyone in that way—their needs only being taken care of on their own—had taken its toll. Every nerve in Yor’s body felt raw and exposed beneath Loid’s touch, yearning for him to do something—anything—more to tip her over the edge.

“More. I need more,” Yor said, sucking her own bruise against Loid’s neck. “I need all of you.”

He groaned as he picked her up, the last bit of his sanity snapping as he lifted her out of the seat. He began to walk them back towards his—their—bedroom, but before they could make it even two feet forward they were brought back to Earth in a second.

“Loid? Loid, are you there?”

“Shit,” they said in tandem, falling all over each other as they stood in the middle of their living room and Loid rushed to clear up the situation over the phone, making up some excuse or another about why they needed a babysitter in the middle of the day on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

Yor wrapped her arms around his neck and let him hold her as he spoke, the deep baritone of his voice loud and muffled inside of his chest where Yor rested her head. His chest was so broad, firm yet soft in a way that felt comforting as Yor relaxed in the safety of his arms.

“Yes, thank you for taking her. We appreciate it. I—yes. Hi Anya,” he said, kissing Yor’s hair as he listened to the child speak. “Yes, Mama’s right here. She can hear you now.”

Loid flicked the speaker button on again, letting Yor hear Anya’s excited yelling about all the crickets she and Bond caught and her ‘harmless’ plans for them against one annoying, pig-faced, silver spoon-eating Damian Desmond when she returned to school the following week. All Yor could do was laugh, telling her that the best course of action for revenge is to not get caught.

“If you aren’t confident in your abilities Anya then don’t do it. You need plausible deniability, an escape plan, and you’ve already messed up by telling us the plan before it’s happened. Polish your skills and wait, my love. He’ll get what’s coming to him. Don’t worry.”

Anya sighed, groaning about the crickets before deciding to let them free into the yard again.

That definitely wouldn’t be a problem for their pest control later. Nope, not at all.

“Be good for Mrs. Bustelo, Anya. Mama and Papa will be here when you’re ready to come home in the morning.”

“Okay, Chi-chi. Have fun Mama!” Anya said, hanging up the phone before any of the adults were able to say goodbye.

Loid sighed into Yor’s hair, tossing his phone onto the couch before his cock twitched with interest again as he looked down at his wife’s face.

“You’re so good with her,” he said, scooping her back up into his arms. “I couldn’t have dreamt up a better mother for her to come into our lives.”

She fell into his kisses, letting every gasp and moan she wanted spill from her lips now that they were truly alone. She felt dizzy with lust as her back hit their mattress, seated near the edge as Loid lowered himself down on one knee to kiss down her body.

“I never tell you how grateful I am for you, for all that you do for us,” he said, sliding his hands beneath her back to rid her of her bra. “For me.”

Her breasts dropped out from the material easily, and Loid didn’t hesitate to show his appreciation for her body. His tongue was warm against her nipple, while the other was pinched with just the right pressure between his thumb and forefinger. He sucked, slotting his leg between Yor’s thighs as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

“So good,” Yor whined, sliding down just enough to press her cunt against the firm muscle of his thigh, grinding down on it in an unabashed chase for her pleasure.

“We never christened our marriage bed. We’re overdue for that, don’t you think… Mrs. Forger?” Loid said, grinding himself against her hip as she chased her first release.

“Yes, please, Mr. Forger. Make me yours.”

Her orgasm bubbled up to the surface soon enough, guided by Loid’s whispers of sweet nothings and his mouth against the sensitive tissue of her breasts. As the high muddled her brain, Yor absentmindedly thought about how Loid might feel about her body if she were pregnant, swollen and full with his child—their child—with breasts developed to provide sustenance for new life.

Camilla’s words came flooding back then, chasing away the pleasure that had managed to momentarily flood out her constantly working mind. The frustration at that must have shown on her face, since not a moment later Loid was back in her space, kissing her cheeks to soothe what felt like incoming tears again.

“Where did you just go?” Loid asked, sliding his hands along the soft fabric of their sheets to grab Yor’s elbows, pushing her arms up above her head so he could get as close to her as he wanted.

She shook her head, her mouth fixed to say “nowhere” before the seriousness of Loid’s gaze crashed down on her. Yor was glad he didn’t give her that look in their day-to-day life, when she was lying to him about other things—more trivial things. But now, she couldn’t lie to him if her life depended on it. She felt naked as she saw herself in the light blue of his eyes.

“I—I let what Camilla said get to me,” Yor said, trying in vain to avert her eyes despite Loid being mere inches from her face. “She—I—god. I don’t know what we are, and when she poked at that, and brought Anya into it and our baby into it I didn’t know what to say I just—”

“Our baby?” he said, a million questions popping up in his eyes as he racked his brain for details of the night before, and then it clicked. “Ah, because she assumed we must be sexless losers who only co-parent? She had no basis at all for assuming that. She just said it to hurt you. So why should what she says matter?”

Yor chuckled, smiling as she pressed a kiss against Loid’s lips that he happily reciprocated. “I just mean that… she made me wonder what it is that I want, and I let her make me assume what you want. That you must want a second baby and that I’m not the woman you want to do it with, because of how this all started. It wasn’t fair to let her put words in your mouth.”

“But?” he said, seeing easily that there was more on his wife’s mind.

“But, I do wonder now if she was wrong. I just… don’t know what you want. You say now that you do want me but what does that look like? Do you only want my body? Do you want more kids? Do you intend for this to last?” she asked, searching his eyes for the answers. “We don’t have to decide anything right now, but what she said made me wonder if I’m what you want, for yourself or Anya or this… hypothetical new child. I’m just confused, at you and myself.”

Loid nodded, taking a moment to process everything Yor said before taking in a deep breath and exhaling it out with renewed energy. He slid his hands down Yor’s legs as he kissed her, dragging her ass as close to the edge of the bed as he could get without her falling off.

“I want you, for as big of a role as you’ll allow me to have in your life,” he said, kissing down her body again but not stopping until he reached his intended destination. “I want you in sickness,” he said, kissing her inner thigh. “I want you in health.” Another kiss. “I want you pregnant and happy with my babies, if that’s what you want. I just want you happy, light of my life. I wouldn’t have the life that I love without you in it, so whatever you want me to be to you is what I am. Your husband, in every sense of the word.”

Yor may have yelled when his mouth made contact with her clit, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue while his fingers prodded her entrance.

“Please. In! In, in in,” she said, trying to fuck herself down on the digits despite Loid holding her waist down on the bed with his arm.

He listened well, inserting one finger into her tight heat before sliding in another easily with how much natural lubricant was soaking her inner thighs. He groaned when her cunt tightened around his fingers, no doubt feeling that sensation in the depth of his stomach as he longed for her to be around his cock instead. Still, he waited—ignoring the pulsing length smacking impatiently against his thigh. His arousal stained his boxer briefs as he got his wife off again against his tongue, sucking her clit with gentle tugs into his mouth as she rutted against his face.

“Loid, please,” Yor said, near tears for a different reason as her cunt spasmed around his fingers. “Please, I need you in me. Please. I want to cum with you in me.”

Yor tugged his head back with her hand fisted in his hair, crunching up to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss as she dragged him up to lay against her body.

“If you don’t fuck me like you mean it in the next ten seconds I will lose my fucking mind.”

He chuckled at that, standing up to free his cock from the tight material of his boxers. Yor couldn’t help but giggle when she looked at Loid’s hair, noting how messy it looked from Yor’s fingers running through the strands, gripping them for dear life to keep his mouth on her for as long as she needed it, but now she needed something else. More of him—all of him, every inch he had to give.

“Condoms,” Loid said, his eyes growing a size wider than Yor had ever seen them when the word was said out loud.

Yor’s mouth gaped open as she wracked her brain for an answer. They hadn’t done anything so there was no use for them in the home, at least that’s what Yor thought before every time she’d pass by them as she went down the aisle to purchase her own personal items. She mentally thumped herself on the forehead for not having the foresight for this. Now Loid would have to leave, go to the corner store, stand in line, get out their reward number, talk to the cashier, help th—

“We don’t have to use one, really, if you’re okay with that.”

Yor will never understand where the words came from, but once they were out of her mouth and into the air, she couldn’t hope to take them back. Loid looked contemplative, wrestling internally with himself about something before he looked down at Yor’s body. The peachy-pink flushed all over her warm skin, the weight of her breasts, the soft features of her face still relaxed with post-orgasmic bliss, awaiting another one.

Whatever struggle he had inside ended as he fisted his cock, jerking the length only enough to bring him back to full hardness before he leaned over Yor still perched on the edge of their tall bed.

“If it’s too much, you need to tell me. If you change your mind, tell me. I meant every word that I’ve said today. Every word, so whatever comes of this will be okay. I just want to feel you.”

He swept her up in a kiss and she nodded as she licked into his mouth, letting him push her legs up by the knees to rest her ankles on his shoulders as he stood over her on the bed, using the edge as leverage for his hands.

“Make me yours.��

“You already are, and I’m yours.”

There was a sheen of cold sweat on the surface of Yor’s body as Loid pushed into her, bottoming out and filling her to the brim with a groan so deep it sounded wrong coming from him. Her sweet, stoic, hardworking husband was a goner from the moment he entered her cunt, and she knew she looked no better as she fucked herself on his cock.

“I’m fine,” she said, knowing he was waiting for her to say something. “God, you’re perfect. So perfect. Please, Loid, move. Use me, I can take it.”

He nodded, pulling out until just the tip was inside, then he crashed back down. Once they found a rhythm, the deep strokes he was making into her cunt felt like music, the way something melodic and beautiful felt inside of her ears is how his cock felt inside of her body. So perfectly sized, moving with such fluid motion that Yor would have never pegged that the man—her husband—was capable of. The lower muscles of his abs pressed against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure so visceral up her spine that she feared the sensation may never stop.

Part of her hoped that it wouldn’t.

"Tell me,” Yor said, gasping desperately as his cock stroked all the right spots inside and out. She felt so full, delirious with pleasure as his hand went between their bodies to rub at her clit. “Tell me how you feel.”

Loid groaned, one long airy desperate sound as Yor clenched around him so tight, so perfect, as her high neared the tipping point again. Everything in the world felt right for them both at that moment, connected on the most intimate level with someone they’d not only chosen to be with out of circumstance but now by choice. It was everything and so much more than a man like Loid Forger imagined himself to be capable of. To feel, to want, to yearn for.

And it all came to a head just as they did.

“I love you, Yor Forger. I am blessed to have you as my wife and the mother of my child. I’d be honored to father your babies if you’ll have me. I—fuck. I love you. Yor, I love you. I—”

“Me too. I love you too. I want more, with you and for—our kids. Please, I want you to make me all yours.”

They came in quick succession after each other. Who came first? Yor couldn’t tell. All that mattered was the overwhelming joy she felt as Loid came inside her, joining them together as he reached his arms around her body to hug her with no intention of letting her go.

For as long as they both shall live.

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katana-no-neko · 2 years

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The “secret’s out” fic that everyone in this fandom has written lol

rated T

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"Thorn Princess," Twilight repeated. "I'm familiar with the name."

"As you should be," Franky nodded. "She's the deadliest assassin you can find in Ostania." Twilight flipped through the assignment file. "She's a contract killer; gets her job and takes care of it, so to speak. She doesn't seem to have any political motives of her own, but the same can't be said for her clientele. Intel says her target tonight is a Westalis politician in Berlint for a diplomatic conference."

"And my assignment is to stop his assassination before it can happen, I see." Twilight skimmed through the pages again. "No visuals on the Thorn Princess?"

"She's quite good at going unseen. All the agency knows is that she's got dark hair, reportedly."

Twilight nodded, not bothering to question the odd stress Franky had placed on 'the agency'. He gave one last look before closing the case file and moving to leave.

"Last thing," Franky said, pausing to formulate his words. "Just... Make sure you look before you leap on this mission."

Twilight quirked an eyebrow. "Of course I will, it's always tactically advantageous to assess the situation before jumping into the fray, if it can be helped."

Franky let out a short laugh. "Of course, Twilight." The spy handed the case file back over and turned to head home and prepare for the mission. "Hey, I lied, one last thing!" Twilight paused, quirking his eyebrow again. "How's it going with your wife?" Franky snickered with a wink.

Loid's cheeks took on a slight tinge. Franky had found out that the Forger couple had recently discovered each other intimately, and he took every chance he could to tease the spy about it. Loid supposed he could deal with it though, as Franky had given his word that the agency wouldn't find out through him.

The spy coughed, "Everything is quite alright with her." And Franky didn't need to be a spy to understand that that was Twilight code for "Yor and I are still madly in love".

~~~

As Twilight mopped a hallway in his custodial disguise, he kept his eyes and ears closely attached to room 508 of the luxurious hotel the politician was staying at. The spy glanced at his watch. 21:56. Thorn Princess's target was due back in his room at 22:00, according to the itinerary the agency had procured. The entire rest of the day, the politician would be tailed by highly trained bodyguards and surrounded by civilians, so the only time Thorn Princess would have to attack would be at the end of the day in the privacy of his room.

At 22:03, Twilight began to wonder if Plan B (the plan he'd put together should the politician fail to arrive at his room) would need to be set in motion, before he heard a tipsy laugh from the stairwell, as well as a more feminine chuckle, most likely from the politician and the assassin, respectively. No doubt she was disguising herself as a 'lady friend'. Showtime. He ducked into a corner to remain out of their line of sight and pulled his cap lower to hide his already masked face and got to work mopping again. As the source of the laugh came through the stairwell and into the hallway, Twilight spared a glance to confirm it was his politician, and then took a look at the woman.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

It took every ounce of self-control not to break character.

He listened carefully as he heard his wife laugh at something the politician said. Very fakely, he might add, though it must not be obvious to the other man, because soon he was unlocking his suite's door and leading Yor Briar Forger inside.

Twilight's mind was racing as he analyzed the situation.

Yor was here, with the politician, in his bedroom. She was either cheating on him, or she was the Thorn Princess. And somehow, he just knew there was no chance in hell it was the former, even trying to push aside personal feelings to look at the situation through a logical lens. Puzzle pieces began clicking into place. Her occasional long nights out 'with girls from work', whom he knew she disliked. The blood stains he'd seen on some of her clothing. The scars he'd seen on her body.

Loid wondered how his life had gotten to the point that it was more logical for his wife to be an assassin than having an affair.

And that was when he remembered he was supposed to be stopping the Thorn Princess (his wife!!) from assassinating her target.

Twilight immediately dashed to the room, not bothering to drop the mop, and slammed the door open with a powerful kick.

What greeted the spy was a wide eyed, stunned Yor standing in front of the window, bathed in moonlight, blade poised to take the life of the (currently unconscious, passed out drunk?) politician he was meant to protect.

Beautiful was his first thought. Shit was his second, because he remembered he was still in disguise, and it didn't take long for Yor's instincts to kick in and attempt to silence the, what she assumed was, janitor who was witnessing her crime.

Fortunately for Loid, he was quite skilled at self defense and managed to deflect her blade with the mop he was still holding. The sharp blade nearly sliced right through the wooden handle and Twilight set to disarm her as soon as he could, using every ounce of agency training he had to grapple with his wife, heat pulsing through his veins in an odd way. He would worry about that little tidbit later though.

She had him backed against a wall, but he managed to swipe a kick at her, causing Yor to stumble and giving him the chance to hit her raised wrist with a strong jab of the mop. Her hand spasmed, she dropped the blade, and Twilight took the moment to reach his hands around her, grab each end of the mop handle and pull it against her back, pressing her against himself. Both assassin and spy were breathing heavily.

She only took a moment to be surprised by the action before she was grabbing another, much smaller knife out of her garter belt and moving to swipe against his neck, her mouth opening to say her line.

"Wait-" Loid gasped out in between his pants, dropping the mop and grabbing the hand of hers that was poised to end his life. Her eyes widened at the voice. He finally tore his mask off, gazing at her while she stared back at him, recognition swimming into her eyes as she dropped the knife, it stabbing into the ground with a thud.

"Loid?" she whispered, confusion laced in her voice.

The spy turned them around so that her back was against the wall before he grasped her lips in a feverish kiss, adrenaline (and arousal??) still pumping through his veins. She eagerly returned it, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. It was after Loid broke the kiss to catch his breath again that Yor finally spoke again. "Why are you here? What's going on exactly?"

"You're the Thorn Princess," he stated matter-of-factly. She looked away from him in shame and nodded shortly. He gently took her chin and turned her back to look at him. "And I'm Twilight the Spy." Her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. "And I'm going to have to ask you not to assassinate him." Loid used his head to gesture toward the floor where the politician (who yes, was still breathing, he confirmed with a glance) was still laying after passing out.

She jumped slightly at the reminder of her target before shaking her head and looking back at him. "You're a spy. That makes a surprising amount of sense..." she said quietly, pondering in much the same way as Loid had done upon his own realization from earlier. "Master spy and deadly assassin... What a pair we make..." she paused, collecting her thoughts. "What does this mean for us?"

"I still love you very very much, Yor. It would be illogical to condemn you for the blood on your hands when I have plenty on mine. So as long as you're okay... Nothing much has to change."

She paused for a moment, heart telling her to return his sentiment, but anxiety still lingering plenty. "Can I ask... Why are you a spy?" Yor asked.

"You can," Loid nodded. "I..." He paused, not used to admitting his backstory out loud. "I grew up in a world torn apart by war and conflict. My family was killed when I was still a child because of it. Now that Westalis is beginning to see peace again, I'm doing what I can to keep it that way. To keep another Ostania-Westalis war from breaking out." He paused again, thoughts going to his daughter. "To make sure no child ever has to cry like I did."

Yor could see the raw sincerity in his eyes. As good a liar as he seemed to be, something told her he was being truthful at this moment. She leaned up and pressed her lips softly against his again. "I love you too," she assured, stepping back. "And I'll trust you. I won't kill him," she decided, picking up one of the knives that she'd dropped earlier. "If you say he shouldn't be killed, then I'll trust you."

Loid picked up her other blade and handed it to her. "Thank you. I know how being a Westalian spy probably looks to an Ostanian, but I promise, I'm trying to do the right thing, the good thing, through the work I do. I want to make the world a better place."

Yor smiled. "That sounds just like you. And if it means anything, you've definitely made it better for at least two people - Anya and I."

Loid kissed her. "That means everything." His heart thumped loudly with the overwhelming love he felt for Yor in that moment. "Because you two mean everything." They both smiled as they kissed again, before Yor suddenly went rigid under him. "Yor? Are you okay?"

"If you're here, and I'm here... Who's with Anya!?"

~~~

The pair rushed away from the crime scene (banking that the politician wouldn't recall anything he may have seen before passing out) and darted to their apartment. The speed at which Yor yanked the door open nearly took it off its hinges, and they ran in to find Franky on the couch watching some cartoon, with Anya curled up beside him, sleeping soundly.

The informant laughed when he saw the couple's faces. "You guys should really start coordinating your jobs," he commented, standing up carefully to not wake the child. "Cuz I ain't a babysitter."

Yor and Loid both sighed in relief that Anya hadn't been left home alone. "Thank you, Franky. We appreciate it," Yor told him, deciding not to question how much he knew about tonight as she moved to bring Anya to bed.

Franky nodded in response to her, then unabashedly held his hand in front of Loid for some cash. Loid rolled his eyes, but dug his wallet out nonetheless. "Hey," he started, while Franky counted his payment and decided it was sufficient. "You could have warned me my wife was my target tonight."

"Heh," Franky smirked. "That woulda taken the fun out of it."

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years

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Loid opened the door.

“You’re married!?” A female voice screeched.

Loid closed the door. Holding it closed as the person on the other side banged against it frantically.

“Loid?” Yor’s voice was high and concerned. Butter knife clenched in her hand. “Who’s that?”

Anya’s eyes went wide. Loid pressed his forehead against the door as it pounded.

“That.” He lamented. “Is my sister.”

“Stop yelling. The neighbors are staring.” He scolded when he finally opened the door.

She shoved past him. Taking in the apartment. Surveying their domain before her eyes settled on them.

She was all blue eyes and wild blond curls.

His sister.

Yor’s hand stayed tight around the butter knife. Half afraid she attack.

The hand not holding the knife was firmly clasped between both of Loid’s sister’s. Blue eyes drilling into her as she opened her mouth – undoubtedly to comment on how quick it must have been or how she wasn’t good enough or how she didn’t approve- and said,

“You deserve better.”

The door clicked closed behind Loid as he sighed. “Olivia –don’t.” He plead.

“No you seriously do. I once listened to him wax poetic about bumblebees for eight hours straight and I once watched him dive into an empty swimming pool and-“

“Yor, Anya, meet Olivia Stahl. She’s been working abroad the last few years. She was an intern I helped train during residency.”

“You helped train me?” She turned on him. “I’m sorry which one of us drank that spiked cocktail just to prove a point about how strong his liver was? Because I specifically remember telling you not to drink it and then you downing it in one go because-”

He did not make eye contact with her. Eyes train well above her head as he continued on ignoring her. “I didn’t realize she’d come home. Lovely to see you again Olivia but I only made enough for three so you’ll have to be going now-“

“Auntie!” Anya jumped out of her chair and hugged her leg. Halting his shoving her back out the door. “I missed you!”

There existed gratitude and irritation in equal measure in his heart. Gratitude that Anya had decided to play along with the situation. Irritation that her ploy would slow his removal of Olivia.

Olivia smacked his stomach with the back of her hand. “Well your daughter has decided I’m staying so I’m staying! It’s fine I’ll just eat your portion.” She settled herself down in his seat with a smirk. Anya stared up at her expectantly. Olivia smacked her forehead and dug around her bag pulling out a small figurine. “Sorry I didn’t bring your official present Anya. I heard he’d tricked some poor woman into marrying him and I forgot your gift at home.”

She’ll just pick something up later and pretend she got it abroad.

“But maybe you can keep an eye on this little fellow for your Dad until then?”

It was a small figurine of a bumblebee. Incredibly lifelike. Its eyes tiny ordered hexagons. She frowned and shook her head.

He plucked it from her palm and set it on the counter. “A Bombus Fernaldae. Will you drop this joke? It was one time.”

“It was not just one time! And the fact you could identify what kind of bee it is says plenty about how much you secretly like it.” She turned her focus to Yor. Ignoring Loid’s put upon sigh. “So tell me how he managed to trick you into marrying him.”

“I- well I actually asked him?”

Her lips curled with revulsion as she stretched the word “Why?” into an eight syllable groan.

Loid sat down with a new plate serving himself a new meal while Olivia ate the remains of his old one. “Eden requires children who apply to have two married parents. She was helping us out.”

You’re telling her that? I thought we were keeping it quiet.

“Oh I gathered what you got out of it but I was asking what she got out of it.”

“She doesn’t owe you an explanation Olivia.” He scowled. Olivia yipped in pain drawing her legs up onto the chair.

“Don’t kick me!”

“Don’t interrogate my wife.”

“Is it blackmail? If you need me to get rid of him for you I can-“

“I’m not blackmailing her!”

The conversation rapidly dissolved into bickering. Full of stories and inside jokes that were thrown and discarded far too quickly to unravel.

Loid ran his hand through his hair for the fifth time in as many minutes. The floof levels rising higher and higher. His locks growing more and more bedraggled as they continued.

Anya’s wide eyes snapped between the two of them like a riveting tennis match.

“Actually,” She started, interrupting the flow of their verbal sparring. Loid froze mid stab of the steak on Olivia’s plate. Suddenly remembering they weren’t alone. “Loid helped me out. Being single at my age can attract the wrong kind of attention.” Screams of the people the secret police dragged away filled the space between words. “And my brother was worried. I was very lucky to meet Loid when I did.”

Olivia side eyed Loid. “Lucky. Right.” She smiled brightly at Yor. “You have a brother?”

Loid settled back into his chair, the impish grin falling away as the conversation drifted to calmer waters.

“Walk me out?” She requested after the last of the dishes were put away.

He nodded. Anya’s eyes followed them out the door.

“Anya you have to finish this if you don’t want to miss spy wars.”

Her focus turned back to the homework with a groan.

She offered a cigarettes to him.

“I quit.”

“For your fake family up there?”

He shrugged. “We’ve both read the studies. Seemed as good a reason as any.”

She blew out a smoke cloud. “Sure but it’s not like cancer’s going to get a chance to kill us.”

“Was there a point or did you just want to make my laundry more difficult?”

She hummed. “Can’t it be both?” Elbowed him.

He settled against the brick wall with a sigh. “What’s the job?”

“Get a solid night’s sleep? How’s that for a mission.”

His head tapped against the wall. Eyes closed and face turned upward to the hazy sky. It did nothing to hide the lines of deep seated exhaustion. “They send you to do a psych eval?”

“Should I?”

“I’m fine.”

“Fine like I’m just overworked but am actually fine or fine like you’d get your makeup perfect before going in for an eval?”

“My makeup is always perfect. Yours however-“ He tilted his head to peer down at her. Tossing a cheeky grin her way.

“Is impeccable.”

“Just like I taught you.”

“You did not!” Shoving him. He bobbed to the side dramatically before returning to his position. “They seem nice.”

“They are.” His eyes found the carton in her hand longingly. He tore his eyes away. “Bombus Fernaldae huh.”

“Going to pull a cuckcoo bee on them when the mission is over?”

“The mission comes first.”

“Not going to turn you in for wanting more asshole.”

His eyes dragged up to their window as she took a drag of the cigarette.

“We can’t be more than we are.”

“Did you just make a bee pun? Cause I will tell the entire department. I’ll report you for that. Assault on a coworker.”

“I rented a castle and they barely batted an eye. No one will believe you Nite Lite.”

“I have an actual title these days you know.”

“And I promise I will never use it.” He assured like that was the problem. Which it wasn’t. He pat her head. She considered biting it off. “Just overworked. This has been. Good for me I think.”

“Aside from the potential cleanup?”

“I try not to think about that.”

She snorted. “She deserves better.”

“Of course.”

“Don’t agree with me. It doesn’t make you less of an asshole.”

“She knows it’s fake. It’s not like I’m lying to her about that.”

“Oh so she knows that. Great and I’m sure your brat totally got the memo about how-“

“Stop.” His voice heavy and dark. “I didn’t design the mission.”

The smoke curled in the air. “Yeah I know.”

Cold threaded its ways slowly into their jackets.

“Did she actually propose?”

“She did. I was so shocked I fell flat on my face.”

“Ugh! Don’t tell me shit like that! Literally no one ever believes me when I tell them what a mess you are! It’s Agony! Agony you hear me?”

“So sorry my lying is more effective than your honesty.” He leaned over her. “It’s this handsome face of mine. People instinctively think I’m put together.”

She gripped his smug face. Shoving it away as he pushed against her. “I will break your handsome face and then we’ll see if anyone can put you back together!”

He laughed as she shoved him away. She stopped.

It sounded genuine.

It had been so long since she’d heard him laugh like that. Not since his last partner had been –

Twilight cocked his head at her questioningly.

“She still deserves better than you and your knockoff curries.” She told him one last time. Stamping out the cigarette butt with her shoe.

But it seems like she might be good for you.

#Spy x Family #Loid Forger #anya forger #Yor Forger #this is literally for the discord #and the oc they made

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Spy x Family Mission 2: Honeymoon (Smut/Fluff)

Summary: Loid wanted to go on a family outing with his daughter and wife until he was asked to go on a mission and had Yor to come along on their new mission to save newly wedded brides on their honeymoon.

A/N: This is my Christmas gift for @kadhis-stuff!! This is for you! I also posted this in Ao3! I had so much fun writing this fanfic of Loid and Yor! I really, really, really, hope you’ll like this! Please forgive me if you spotted any errors. Everyone and @kadhis-stuff, enjoy reading, comment and give feedback!

Merry Christmas and and stay safe!

Anya was walking along the path with her adoptive father, Loid was following her on the way home and listened to her talking excitedly about how she’ll spend her time with her uncle Yuri and Franky. He wished they wouldn’t teach her anything that was unnecessary unlike the last time they had taught her how to handle a knife and a gun.

But luckily it was a plastic knife. Much to his relief, he chuckled remembering Yor was teaching her hand to hand combat before attending the Eden academy. He didn’t really say anything much, but right now, he finds it cute. “Papa!”

“Ah, yes, Anya?” Loid looked down at her with a smile.

“Is Mama coming home to cook dinner with us?” Anya asked him as she tugged in his pants.

“Mama will be coming home a bit late and we’ll be cooking dinner together. How does that sound?” Loid asked her.

“Mmm, yeah!” Anya smiled brightly as they walked in hand in hand together on their way home. When they got home, they immediately got started with preparation of making dinner while Yor comes home from work.

It has been months since he and Yor have become an official married couple. He loved spending everyday with her and their daughter Anya. He definitely will not abandon them as he loves them so much. He vowed to protect the two of them. “Anya, get changed and wash your hands.”

“Okie!” Anya saluted with Bond licking her face. She ran into her room to get changed while Loid had changed as well and gave some dog food for Bond in the corner near the new table they had bought. Franky and Anya both had promised they won’t be destroying another table ever again.

He had started some buttered chicken with some sauce while hearing Anya was running towards him and hugged his legs. “Oh, Anya. You ready? Here, you start by stirring the soup.” He gave her a spoon to use to stir while he cuts the meat and then put them into the soup.

At 5pm, when the sun had set and it was dark, Yor came home tired with a worn out look on her face. “Oh no! Mama!” Anya exclaimed worriedly.

“I’m home.” Yor said tiredly as she walked towards the couch and lay down for a bit. Loid turned off the stove and had asked Anya to give them privacy which she complied as she went to study in her room.

He turned to his wife and let her lay on his shoulder. “Tough day at work?”

“Mmm hmm, I have been working so hard. Yet there is so much needed to be done. Oh, how I want a vacation, Loid. It would be very helpful just to relax every once in a while.” Yor said hugging him around his waist.

Loid smiled and then rubbed her back. “I do hope that some dinner would help you relax tonight then maybe I can plan for a trip. Just us three.”

Yor’s eyes brightened and sparkled. “I really do love your cooking. And a think a trip does sound wonderful.”

“Great. I will tell Handler that I will be unavailable for the entire week or month.” Loid smiled at her and stood up with her.

“Oh? Handler is the one who tells you about your missions as a spy?” Yor asked as she helped setting up the table.

“Yes, she’s the one. I think she’ll understand.” Loid chuckled putting the pot in the center of the table. “Plus, she now saw how things had gotten better with us, I think she’ll understand I could have a few days to spend more time with you.”

“I am sure she’ll understand. And I’ll get Anya since dinner is ready.” Yor smiled as she walked towards daughter’s room. “Anya, dinnertime.”

The three of them had dinner together with Bond eating some of the leftovers. They all had discussed what they all had done for the day including Anya showing the art projects she had made in classes.

After dinner, Loid was reading some paper in thinking where he could take Yor and Anya to for their trip. He hummed in deep thought while Yor washed the dishes and Anya was taking a bath. “Loid? Are you searching for a place where we could have a trip?”

“Yes, I am. We went to the aquarium last time. I thought we could go to the beach while renting a beach house to stay in. How does that sound?” Loid asked her.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful.” Yor agreed while clasping her hands together. “I cannot wait!”

The next day…. Loid walked to the agency to request for a few days off with his family. But it wasn’t all he ever had hoped for until Franky had informed he has a new mission on the same day of his vacation with his family. “What? Can’t you find another agent to do this? I really need to spend more time with my family as possible.”

“Sorry, Loid.” Franky apologised to him. “But—But it is a really interesting mission. Just wait until she explains to you.”

Loid sighed and muttered. “This better be good.” They both walked into the office and found Handler was putting some champagne in a basket with red ribbons and some love hearts inside it. Loid gulped softly and cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Oh, good Twilight, you have arrived.” Handler smirked.

Loid’s eyes twitched and gritted his teeth but took a deep breath in and out before speaking up. “Handler, what is it that you want to discuss?”

“Well, I was informed by Franky that you wanted some alone time with your wife and child. Well, I have this mission that involves with kidnapped brides in this honeymoon spot for newly wedded couples.” Handler started explaining the mission for him.

“And…?”

“And you had told your lovely wife that you were a spy and that was not a part of the plan, Twilight. So, I will let this slide and give this chance for you to spend your time with her there to rescue these poor brides.” Handler continued with a grin.

Loid blinked and shook his head. “Wait…wait… are you saying you are granting me permission to bring my wife on a mission with her? Are you testing her abilities as a hitman?”

“Well, yes and no. I can truly see how strong and capable she is, but I need to know that she won’t breathe a word that you are real life spy. Of course, I am granting permission for you to spend time with your wife.” Handler replied as she handed him the basket. “Oh, and I added a few things in the basket just for you as a reward. But before I do let you look into the basket, I am going to let Frankly get you up to speed with the rest of the information of the mission.”

The two boys walked of the office and Franky took out some files for the mission. Loid was really overwhelmed seeing stacked papers on the table, some were categorised and in order. He even looked at the recent kidnappings and the grooms complaints.

“Some papers are growing and growing. There’s a lot of women who are captured. Grooms are getting worried.” Franky said while shaking his head seeing all of the papers.

“Hmm, we’d need to do this quickly. But who will look after Anya?” Loid asked him as he looked through the files.

“I could look after her. I mean, this mission is gonna be for week. You will have time to spend your lovely moments with Yor.” Franky teased him and then sweats nervously seeing his eyes staring at him deadly into his soul. “…Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I am just…. Been so protective of Yor. She has been a center of attention when I had introduced her to everyone here.” Loid said as he remembered every men were trying to get her attention and really wanted to hold her soft hands.

“Maybe I should ban everyone from having contact with her.” Loid continued while clenching his fists with a vein popping.

“What? No! I mean, I am sure she was trying to get settled in. And besides, she had helped us a lot during our other missions.” Franky pointed out.

“True. Alright, I suppose I can let you take care of Anya. But on one condition. Yuri can help out.” Loid said to him.

“What?! Why?!” Franky exclaimed in shock.

“Because it has been months, he had seen her. It would be nice if you two got along well and try to work together to look after Anya while we’re gone.” Loid replied as he got the files in his bags and reluctantly grabbed the basket that Handler gave him. “Alright, I am off and come to eat dinner at 6pm.”

“Good luck, Loid. You may need it.” Franky called out to him as he prepared himself to get to his house and pack up his things for his stay in their apartment. He wished it was just him and Anya, rather than Yuri, him and Anya. He scares him.

(~)

On the way home, Loid arrived early to tell Yor that their trip will be their new honeymoon. And he will tell her about their new mission together. He waited for her at home while packing with Bond watching over him.

“Loid? Are you already home?” Yor called out to him.

“Yes, I am in our room.” Loid replied, putting some clothes on their bed. Yor came in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Handler was kind enough to give us a week to let us rest up.”

“Oh that is wonderful. I cannot wait to pack everything! Who will tell Anya that we’re going on a trip?” Yor chimed excitedly and then felt his hands grabbing hers.

“Actually, Handler said it was also a trip and a mission.” Loid explained clearly to her as she frowned.

“Mission? What happened?” Yor asked in alarmed, looking into his eyes. Loid offered her to sit on the bed and sat next to her.

“Okay Handler has assigned us to a mission where we have to act like we are on a honeymoon. And our main focus is freeing all of the brides who were captured and reunite them with their grooms.” Loid explained the mission to his wife.

“I see. Then if it is a really urgent mission, then I must pack right away.” Yor understood how important it was and packed all of her clothes including her hitman attire and her weapons. “So, when do we leave?”

“Right after we start packing. I hope you don’t mind, I invited Franky to look after Anya as well.” Loid said to her.

“Oh, sure it’s great to have him accompanying Anya and Yuri.” Yor smiled, getting her clothes folded and placed them on their bed with Loid giving her luggage and heard the bell ringing. “Must be Yuri.”

“I’ll get it.” Loid smiled at her as he walked over to the door and opened it seeing Yuri. “Hello, thank you for coming in.”

“Anything to look after my darling sweet little niece. So, she is still at school?” Yuri asked with Bond licking his shoes.

“Yes, she is on her way with her friend and classmate. Not to worry, she will be here on time for dinner while your sister and I pack.” Loid replied with a smile.

“You two are going on a trip instead of me looking after Bond and your apartment?” Yuri asked in confusion as he rubbed his neck while Loid sighed deeply.

“Well, I am going on a long-awaited deserved honeymoon with your sister.” Loid smiled at him with Yuri’s eyes widened in fear and shock. He knew this day would come! And he never wanted to let Yor be fully attached to this man ever! But he must accept the fact, she loves him very much.

“W-well, I do h-hope you two enjoy it. You really do deserve it.” Yuri smiled while clenching his fist and a vein was popping out while Loid slyly smirked at him. Seeing him crack just for a little bit was so satisfying for him to see.

The door opened with Anya came running inside and hugged her papa on the legs. “Papa, I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Anya!” Loid happily greeted and carried her in his arms. “Look who’s here. It’s your Uncle Yuri.”

“Uncle Yuri!” Anya reached for him with Loid letting him hold her. He let them have a few minutes with each other and went back into his room seeing Yor was putting something in her luggage rapidly as if she doesn’t want him to see.

“Yor? Something the matter?” Loid raised an eyebrow.

“No. No! I am all packed now. Is that my brother?” Yor asked quickly as she left the room to greet her brother. Loid shrugged and then decided to put the luggage’s out in the living room and then saw Franky had brought in a lot of cartoons for them to watch.

“Look, Franky was kind enough to bring in a lot of cartoons for Anya.” Yor smiled at Loid who smiled cheerfully and then looked over at Franky who gave him another file. Loid watched Yuri and Franky were eyeing each other with a glare on their faces.

This is going to be a long week. But all that’s worth, he gets to have some alone time with his lovely and beautiful wife. He also remembered the basket and held it in his hands and placed it on the table. Also putting the secret envelope Handler had given him.

“Anya, I am very sorry that we cannot take you to our trip. But Papa and I are going on a special trip. I want you to be good to your uncles.” Yor said to her daughter with a smile and then gave a stern expression to her brother as he understood that he’ll do whatever he needs to do to take good care of

“Oh, that’s okay, I do understand!” Anya smiled brightly at her parents.

“Also, I left the numbers on the fridge. Be sure to call us if something has happened.” Loid smiled at her as she hugged the both of them. “So behave and listen to your uncles. We will be back soon.”

“Okay! Have fun Papa, Mama!” Anya chimed while Bond barked.

They all had said their goodbyes to Anya, Franky, and Yuri. Both of them went inside the car that will lead to their ‘honeymoon’. It seemed like a quiet place to have a honeymoon. It was nice. Clean air and beautiful sights to see and go to. The beach house looked so beautiful, it has great architecture, wonderful spacious rooms and it is a breathtaking luxury beach house.

“Hmm, I love it Loid, how did you afford this? It must’ve cost a lot.” Yor wondered as she took off her sun hat and put her bags on the floor next to the table.

“Well, Handler handled everything, the money, the activities, the food and everything.” Loid replied as he looked at the papers. “So, tonight, there is a restaurant that is opening on the beach. We should get ready. You have your uh, weapons ready?”

“Of course, but if you don’t mind, I would like to get changed first.” Yor said as she got her dress out.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the main room.” Loid nodded with a smile. He thought it would be a good chance to go over the mission and look for certain clues where they might be. He had looked through some of the photos but never got the chance to read the rest of the information that Franky had given him.

He also wondered if Yor wanted to go on a real honeymoon. He would love it if he would take her to dancing and take her on a walk down to the beach, then play in the waters. Maybe even kissing her with the sun setting. Sounds like a perfect honeymoon.

“…..Loid? What are you smiling about?” Yor asked him while she fidget with her sunflower dress with her hair down past her waist. Loid blushed seeing her in a beautiful dress and has fallen in love with her all over again.

“Uh… j-just how we are doing this missions together that’s all. Ahem, and that we are on our honeymoon trip.” Loid smiled nervously with a small blush on his cheeks.

“Oh, well, then I am very excited. I also got my weapons ready.” Yor chimed with Loid standing up, smiling at her.

“Alright, we should get going.” Loid smiled back.

They both walked along the footpath, holding hands together and act like they are a real married couple. Yor blushed a little, remembering the moment he had confessed his feelings of love. She was so happy she got to experience in going on a honeymoon.

They had reached to their destination and sat at their table. Loid pulled the chair for Yor shyly which she happily accepted and sat on the chair with him sitting opposite of her. They both had looked into the menu together and had ordered what they would like to eat.

“Hmm, this place does look romantic, don’t you think, Loid?” Yor asked.

“Of course. When we get home, we can go on another date.” Loid smiled lovingly as he held her hand across the table while she blushed bright pink and looked into his eyes until something caught her eye.

“Loid, two men are outside the restaurant. Possibly waiting for a newly wedded couple to come out.” Yor said softly with Loid nodding with a stern expression.

“Appearance?”

“Dressed in black, both in coats with golden and silver watches on their waist.” Yor noted while she play with his hand which Loid blushed yet, he played along until their food has arrived.

“Alright, we have to be on our guard. For now, let’s just be our normal selves.” Loid winked at her while she giggled and began to eat her meal which was absolutely delicious! Yor also fed some of her steak to Loid which he shyly accepted.

“So, do-do you think we could do this some other time? I mean, someplace else?” Loid asked while he rubbed the back of his neck watching her eating her dessert.

“Hmm, I would love to. Oh, I wonder how Franky and Yuri doing.” Yor wondered while Loid whimpered as he was supposed to call them, but they call them now. “You’ve forgotten to call when we got here, didn’t you?” Yor asked, seeing his reaction.

“Yes, I did…Sorry, sweetie.” Loid apologised seeing her arms were crossed and she narrowed her eyes at him then she chuckled softly.

“It is alright, Loid. It’s our first time. So there will be no mistakes next time.” Yor smiled at him while she drank her water. Loid looked on the reflection on the glass, seeing a wedded couple were walking out of the restaurant and heard car wheels screeching from outside.

Loid and Yor both looked outside seeing the bride was being taken away while the groom had called in for the police. The spy and the hitman had paid for their food and disappeared from the restaurant and had ran back to their beach house to get ready.

They were both on a roof top and he had brought in his binoculars to see what they were doing. It looked like there has been multiple missing women inside. He looked to the side seeing Yor taking off her coat seeing her revealing outfit. He blushed deeply seeing her in a halter-style black dress, showing her shoulders. As well as her cleavage. She also wore a rose choker and rose pattern on the inside of her skirt. He also noticed she wore a pair of black thigh-high boots with black fingerless gloves.

And she had changed her headband to a golden coloured with a rose and two spikes coming out each side. “Uh, ahem. Yor?”

“Hmm yes?”

“Is, uh well, you do certainly l-look lovely…. Um, doesn’t make you feel cold?” Loid asked her, trying not so hard looking at her cleavage.

“No. Not at all. I have been trained not to be bothered by the cold.” Yor replied with a smile as she twirled her weapons in her hands. “Shall we?”

Loid nodded as they both jumped off the rooftop down to the warehouse and had heard the men were trying to select a woman which made Yor more furious to hear such crude words that has been side. The spy held her hand tightly to calm her down as he grabbed his guns from his holster.

They successfully went inside the warehouse with Yor swiftly taking down two guards with Loid punched one in the face. Yor gave him another gun to use and she looked over at the women who were whimpering in fear. She desperately wanted to save them badly. She walked around with her husband following her.

If he ever had lost her to these men, he would hunt these men down if they hurt Yor in front of him. His eyes glanced over at the table and he got Yor’s attention as she looked over at the board with her eyes scanning all over the papers.

All of the women who are targeted by these men. It boils her blood inside and she wanted nothing more but to take them down. Loid heard footsteps and then held onto Yor and hid behind a pillar, holding her closely to him.

“Looks like these are all of the women.” Said one of the men.

“Heh, too bad we didn’t get that new bride that came in today at the restaurant. She looked like a real snack boys.” With that comment, it made Loid even more furious. They were thinking of capturing Yor to be one of their……toys to be played with. He cannot allow those men do such a thing to those women or to Yor.

“Loid…. We must get them out of here.” Yor whispered to him.

“Yes, and fast.” Loid nodded and looked at how many men were there in the warehouse. “Okay, here’s what we are going to do. I’ll distract them and then once I got their attention, you take the women out of here. If one man touches one of them…”

“I’ll fight them off.” Yor finished as she went to the other side of the warehouse to try and get to the women. She made sure they all stayed quiet, not to get her caught. She heard some rattling noises and turned to see Loid was the one who was doing it to distract them while he fought off against the men.

“Get him!” shouted one of the men who ran after him outside of the warehouse. But they weren’t prepared on what’s going happen next. Loid side kicked one of them in the face while shot one on the leg with his gun.

Yor quickly got the ropes of the women’s wrists, cutting them free from the restraints and guided them outside until one man grabbed onto him until she twisted his arm and then kicked him in the stomach, sending him into the air with one coming at her with her punching him and swung her golden metal pick and plunged it onto the palm of his hand, making him scream in agony.

“Go!” Yor cried out to the women who were rushing outside while she fought against them. She kicked them hard as she can, sending them back into the boxes unconscious.

Outside of the warehouse, Loid was handling very well fighting against them and saw one man was thrown from the window, he saw Yor was walking towards him while she twirled her weapons in her hands. He looked behind her saw one man was about to attack her from behind. He got out his gun and grazed his arm a bit, screaming in pain. Saving her just in time.

Then they heard the police was coming at their position while they ran into hiding away from the police and watched the men being arrested. Loid was watching how the grooms where reunited with their wives and saw the look on Yor’s face. She was relieved to see them being reunited.

He was glad that the mission was a success. Both of them walked along the beach while Loid watched her playing in the water and laughed when she felt it was so cold. He never knew he would have this type of feeling towards her and…. He was glad that it was her that got him this far to becoming the world’s best spy of all time.

All thanks to her encouragement as well as Anya. He loves both his wife and daughter with all of his heart. “Loid! Look a seashell! And there is a smaller one. I am sure Anya would love this!” Yor beamed with excitement.

“Yes, I am sure she will love it.” Loid smiled lovingly as he caressed her cheek softly with the stars sparkling in the reflection of her eyes. He gently touched a strand of her hair and then kissed it while she blushed deeply red. She was glad that it was night time, so he won’t be able to see it.

Loid’s eyes stared into her red eyes, he was looking at the most beautiful assassin he has ever seen. He leaned in and kissed her passionately as they fought for dominance with Yor reciprocating the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his torso and felt his heartbeat.

They kissed each other underneath the stars as they played with each other’s tongue and Loid felt every bit of her soft curves with her chest pressed against his. He held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

“L-Loid?”

“Mmm?” Loid moaned into the kiss as they broke away to get some air. He saw her hair was now getting messy.

“W-We should do this at our beach house.” Yor said shyly, looking down at their feet.

“Of course. W-We should.” Loid nodded in agreement, holding her hand. leading her back to their house on the beach. Once they reached towards their beach house, he looked back at Yor who was taking off her boots and took off her shawl and put it on a hangar.

She placed her weapons on the table and looked at Loid who was taking off his jacket and his suit. She bit her lips, thinking back of their kiss on the beach. Slowly, she walked towards him as he noticed she was getting closer to him.

He reached out to her cheek and then they both clashed their lips together and he stumbled against the table with the fake vase falling down. He caressed her cheeks with her undoing the buttons of his suit and shirt, with him throwing it away on the floor while staring into her eyes.

They both breathed in and out heavily and continued making out as they both made their way to their bed room. He gently laid her back on the bed and took her appearance as an assassin and gently took off her headwear. Dropping it on the floor while he rubbed his knee in between her legs, getting the most cute and adorable reaction from her, moaning softly.

Hearing such angelic noise coming out from her mouth has really blessed his ears. He trailed his kisses on her neck while she moaned. She felt every bit of his muscles and kissed his ear softly while placing more kisses on his neck and felt his hands were exploring her curves and her breasts. He massaged them gently.

She arched her body and opened her eyes seeing his blue eyes staring down at her. She covered her face and whimpered. “Yor…are you afraid of me? If you are, then we could stop.” Loid said gently.

“No…I mean…. I am not afraid. Because it’s you. I know you won’t hurt me.” Yor admitted with a single tear rolled down her cheek. She smiled and caressed his cheek, kissing him on the lips, then whispered. “You can keep going.”

Loid nodded slowly while he helped her get out of her attire while kissing her shoulder softly. He laid her back on the pillow as he took her dress off, seeing her naked body while she hugged her chest, blocking the most beautiful view away from him.

“Sorry, this is my first time….” Yor said softly while closing her legs.

Loid didn’t say anything but was staring at her like she was the only woman in the whole wide world. “You…look beautiful, Yor. Do not hide yourself from me. Please, may I continue?”

Yor nodded and put her arms away from her chest, letting him kiss her bare chest and messaged one breast and sucked one nipple, making her moan louder and louder.

“God, Loid, your…your tongue…feels great! Ah!” Yor exclaimed and gasped softly in pleasure, tilting her head back on her pillow and gripped onto the sheets. Loid switched breasts as he bit softly, making her moan even more louder. He massaged them at the same time while watching her reacting to his warm touch.

He felt her hands were squeezing his arms softly and reached up to his strong biceps. His hands caressed her body while she caressed his cheek and she got up on her elbows to kiss him softly on the lips while his hand trailed all the way to her thighs.

He kissed her neck while she played with his blonde locks and then laid her back down again while trailing kisses on her chest, to her belly then went to explore her clitoris. But she covered it with her hands and whimpered.

“Yor…you don’t have to hide away from me. As I said, you are stunningly beautiful. A-and I cannot wait any longer, you are driving the world’s greatest spy crazy.” Loid smirked, licking his lips while she rubbed her thighs together before she lets him take off her underwear and started licking it gently and slowly.

“Ahh! Loid….t-that’s feels so good! More!” Yor moaned as she held onto the sheets in her hands tightly. He licked her more roughly while he squeezed her thighs as she moaned. She watched him getting up and wiped his mouth until he put one finger in her. She screamed and moaned, humping into his hand while he was exploring her folds.

“How does that feel, Yor?” Loid asked softly while he held her hand.

“It feels so…ah!” Yor whimpered, feeling two fingers in her now. She thrusted herself in his hand. She cannot take it anymore as she wanted more of him…him inside of her. “L-Loid?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Loid asked, thinking she doesn’t want to go bit more further.

“No. I do not want you to stop. It’s just did you bring a c-condom? Protection?” Yor asked, looking away from him, covering her mouth.

Loid looked at her in confusion then remembered something. He went to the basket Handler gave him earlier and grabbed the bag filled with little squares, had something in there. Now he gets it now. These are the condoms Yor had mentioned. “These are it…right?” Loid shown her the condom in his hand.

He saw her looking at him lustfully with her eyes shining brightly. She nodded and stood on all fours, watching him taking off his pants and saw his dick with her eyes widening in shock, seeing how big he is. He put the condom aside and he caressed her cheek as she looked at his dick, she gently touched it. She has never done this before but never wanted to disappoint him.

So she took the risk and licked the tip softly hearing him groan softly. She put her hair behind her ear as she sucked all of his dick while he tilted his head back, feeling such a great pleasure. He never felt anything like this. “Ahh, Yor!”

A muffled scream escaped as she pulled away from his dick, seeing more of his juice spilling out while she gulped, taking it all in. She breathe out while looking up at Loid in his eyes. He took a cloth in his hands and wiped it all away.

Loid decided it was time to put on the condom. He put it on and turned to see Yor was opening her legs open for him. Once he was ready, he was rubbing his dick against her, making her whimper and twirl her hair.

Then he thrusted his cock into her as she moaned while he grunted, burying his face onto neck. She held him tightly, both panted heavily. “It…. doesn’t hurt?” Loid asked her quietly.

“No, please do keep going.” Yor replied seductively against his ear as he started to thrust into her, in a perfect rhythm. She loved the sensation she was feeling. She made eye contact with Loid, locking into each other’s eyes before they both kissed each other passionately.

Loid thrusted in her more roughly and held her hands with her legs wrapped around his waist. In no time, he would cum. He stopped while putting one leg up on his shoulder and thrusted slowly into her before doing it roughly.

She moaned louder and louder, holding his arms. How she loved it! She arched her body, feeling something was happening and screamed out loud with Loid holding her body down onto the bed, coming into the condom. He set her leg down and collapsed on her chest, panted heavily while she held him tightly in her arms with a smile.

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Loid and Yor both laid down on their bed with content smiles on their faces, she was leaning on his chest with their legs tangled with each other underneath the sheets. He had his arm around her while staring up at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

He really did it. He made love to the love of his life! But he wondered if she thought he was bad at it and that she would regret it. “Loid?”

“Y-Yes?” Loid saw her getting up and laid on top of his chest.

“Thank you. I mean for this honeymoon, mission, going out for dinner and well… this.” Yor smiled lovingly, creating circles on his chest. “I really enjoyed it. Including the sex part.”

“You’re welcome. I am glad that was successful.” Loid chuckled, brushing her hair out of the way to see her face clearly. “I hope I wasn’t all that bad.”

“Loid, no, no. Y-you were amazing, I must say.” Yor blushed softly while getting up a bit and kissed him softly on the lips. “If we ever do get another chance doing this, we could ask Franky and Yuri to look after Anya again.”

“Of course, I called Franky, she’s asleep now.” Loid smiled at her while she laid her head back down on his chest. “If we are going to do this again…we might need more condoms. I believe we already used them all that Handler gave us.”

Yor giggled, remembering how many times they had done it and it was an amazing night of her life. She got to experience it with the man she truly loves. “I believe so.”

Few Days Later

Loid and Yor came back home to their house with happy and content smiles on their faces and opened their door. “Anya, we are home!” Loid announced until he heard snoring from the living room.

“Aww, how cute, Loid, look!” Yor squealed softly with Loid going in the living room and then gasped softly seeing the big mess right in front of them. But then smiled seeing their daughter sleeping in Yuri’s arms with Franky hugging a pillow in his arms, sucking his thumb.

Loid snickered as he decided to take a photo of them and try to at least tease his brother-in-law and his friend. Maybe show it to the entire agency. “This will be in the history photo albums. I shall show this to everyone in the agency.”

Yor giggled at his antics. It was rather cute to see him all loosened up after doing their missions. She has been blessed to share such a blissful honeymoon with him. It was the best night of her life. She hugged him around his waist with him looking behind to see her smiling.

“Let’s fix up some breakfast and wake them up. We need to report this to Handler.” Loid smiled at her.

“Of course.” Yor smiled brightly while walking towards her daughter and younger brother. Loid could still see she was still a bit sore and wobbly in the legs. But nonetheless, he enjoyed it.

He put the suitcases near the table and watched Anya hugging Yor tightly with Yuri while Franky came hugging Loid tightly. “I am so glad you are back from your honeymoon!”

“Yes, yes, I am glad I am back and what have you done to our house?!” Loid hissed at him grabbing the collar of his shirt. He gulped fearfully and then looked back at the mess in the living room, seeing every packet of candy and chips everywhere, including some crumbs.

“Um… well, that was a very long story.” Franky chuckled nervously at his friend.

“This will be the last time you’ll be babysitting Anya in here. Instead, we are getting her to stay at your place.” Loid whispered.

“Yuri, thank you so much for looking Anya.” Yor smiled at her brother.

“It was no problem. I love my little darling niece with all of my heart.” Yuri smiled warmly at his niece. If anyone has the desire to hurt my niece, I shall shove my gun at their heads and shoot them myself.

Anya was shocked to hear that in her mind and immediately hugged her mother’s leg. “Aw, she missed her parents a lot. I do hope you enjoy your trip.” Yuri hoped as he grabbed his bags. Yor awkwardly looked at Loid who was drinking some water with droplets of sweat falling down from his forehead.

“It was…we have the greatest time of our lives.” Yor chuckled while hugging Yor in her arms.

“Oh, that’s great!” Franky exclaimed, happy for the two. “Now can we go now?”

At the agency, Loid and Yor had left Anya in the care of Franky again while they had talked to Handler. Loid and Yor were standing in front of her desk while she smiled at the two with a grin. This irritated the spy so much he knew how much she was going to tease him.

“Well, well, Twilight, I hope you enjoyed your honeymoon with Yor. I heard the mission was a success. And thank you, Yor for helping us out.” Handler smiled at her.

“Oh, no. thank you. I really do love helping you with your missions. Especially with Loid’s. I am more than happy to work with you again.” Yor blushed bright pink.

“Happy to hear that.” Handler smiled at her. “Loid, you are one lucky guy to have her. Never let her go. You understand?”

Loid smiled at his wife lovingly and held her hand, intertwining their hands together. “I am not planning on letting her go.”

The couple said their goodbyes to Handler and walked back into the hallway to get to Anya with smiles on their faces. Yor saw Anya was running up to them and held out her hands to her with Loid watching with a smile. He got the family has he never thought he would have, and he loves both of his girls and had promised he’ll never leave them.

#spy x family fanfiction #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond #yuri #franky #secret santa 2020 #operation strix #my fanfiction #my works #manga #spy x family

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itsmaferart · 2 years

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SxF · Chapter 35··· Honey trap. Part 2

(Warning: This contains content from the manga)

I want to analyze some of the SxF manga chapters which I find very interesting. Seeing subtle details that we often overlook. I clarify that I am based on the manga, and especially that all this is based on my own opinion and point of view. Being a manga that continues to be published, many things can change or contradict in the future. So you are free to have a different opinion. With all this said, I begin

Now moving on to analyzing Twilight. You have no idea of the many inconsistencies that this chapter produced in me regarding the attitude and strategy that Twilight decided to apply: The infallible "Honey Trap"

In this panel, Yoru looks beautiful ❤

As I mentioned before, this entire arc was based on Nightfall and her desperate attempts to separate Yor from Twilight, in a foolish attempt to steal her place as "the wife" and mother of the fake Forger family. From Twilight's naive point of view, this entire conflict stemmed from Nightfall "desperately seeking recognition as a spy", wanting to succeed, and this leads to her being careless. Risked all that Twilight has cemented with the Forger family. (You can even see his annoyance when she, in code, speaks ill of Yor). After completing the mission successfully, he is a spectator of a tennis match, where Fiona was "literally" risking her life by not knowing Yor's strength, and hearing the comments of the neighbors at the idea that Yor denounces him with Yuri. Twilight feels a deep fear that this will end his mission.

Which brings us to this point...

Quickly, Twilight's reaction is to talk to Yor to clarify this whole situation and clear all her insecurities. So he suggests going on a spontaneous date. But Yor, as intuitive as ever, suspects that Loid "wants to tell her something — that he was going to replace her as his wife.

That causes Yor to panic, get drunk and unleash a show of jealousy — even though she was so drunk she couldn't even do that.

Twilight was obviously confused, but it's at this point that Twilight's mind begins to think and comes to the most obvious conclusion—Yor has feelings for him.

And what was this man's reaction?

Yes! Just look at that expression. My gosh, it's so hilarious! just had a panic attack

Now, many times I have seen comments on this chapter from other readers and they say that "Twilight, acted in a rational and strategic way" apparently, the idea of seducing and manipulating Yor would be in total benefit for the mission. Therefore, Twilight has no feelings for Yor.

In particular, I do not agree with this position. I think Twilight was totally impulsive and irrational, he wasn't thinking clearly and he panicked (and his feelings)

Now what is the real cause behind the "Honey Trap"?

Twilight evidently took him by surprise, and his face reflects a state of shock. He just doesn't expect this fake date to end up in this situation. He truly believed that Yor was just feeling depressed about her insecurities as a mother and wife, and would end up quitting if he didn't do something soon. However, Yor fell into despair and the alcohol made her speak in a confused way about her feelings. And as usual with him, every time he is afraid he resorts to his most infallible method (according to him)… The Twilight mode.

According to the spy, the most "rational" thing is to take advantage of the feelings of his false wife. And well, maybe he's right, if it weren't for his lousy execution.

The logic behind this strategy is hasty

By now, Twilight knows how vulnerable Yor becomes when she turns to alcohol. She is shy, nervous, and has the raw strength to tear a person apart. Mix that with liquor and you have a potential weapon.

Although, the liquor helped her to express herself, giving her a false security. This is the worst time to make a move.

If he found out that Yor is "in love with him" easily, he could try to reassure her, take her home and wait until the next day for her to be sober. In this way, start his seduction strategies and meditate her reactions.

But what was it that he did?

Oh yeah! He assumed that she was completely in love with him, wanted to start a relationship (a real marriage) and completely forgot how drunk she was and that anything he does could make Yor take it the wrong way (which is what happened) (He even know that she drunk can be aggressive)

Being drunk makes us honest, but it also makes us more confused. Yor was in an unpredictable state, and Twilight just forgot about it.

Another point to note is that Yor does not process the physical approach well when it is fast and forced. She gets very nervous, and ends up throwing punches at random. Twilight knows that Yor has never had relationships with men, her experience is zero. So rushing things with her is not good. She is shy and she is terrified of making mistakes and doing something wrong

And what was his flirting strategy?

Oh yeah! Pounce like a hungry predator on his prey, corner her and ask her to confess their feelings, and to become his true wife… YES, HIS TRUE WIFE?!!

Just look at his face! I'm sure that if Yor doesn't stop him, Loid would have proposed to him, a honeymoon and having a baby that same night HAHAHAHA

Let us clarify that: Being in love does not imply that you already want to get married.

Yes, they may already be married, but putting aside the lie. For Yor, this is her first relationship, not to mention that their closeness is the product of coexistence. There are a lot of things Yor hasn't experienced, and I don't think even when sober she would have accepted it. (Not because she doesn't feel anything for him, but because she still doesn't process relationships well) Surely she would be just as confused and would only make their relationship uncomfortable since she, due to her insecurities, still does not know how to process the role of a wife/girlfriend.

The way Twilight made such a sudden and risky proposal doesn't seem like a very strategic move considering Yor's personality.

Hmm...I don't know, Twilight. Did you do this for the mission? Or are your suppressed emotions for Yor confusing you?

Now… how does it affect the Strix mission?

I know that for many readers and for Twilight himself, making the family experience "real" for Yor and Anya would make the farce more believable, so it would be almost impossible to be discovered.

But, I think this would also cause more problems for Twilight. For starters, this man can barely deal with being a spy, and being a full-time father. Adding a "real" relationship will require more of he. The relationship of both works is because it is an agreement of both.

The two hide their jobs, but both know that their relationship is false, and that one needed a respective partner to cover up their work. This means that they do not feel pressured between them and that the agreement can be "fair", even if they have no idea what the other is hiding. Yor thinks she's using Loid to be an assassin, and Twilight thinks she's using an ordinary woman for her fake family.

And although it is implied that they date each other, and they divide the housework, it is clear that they are not demanding with each other. They both genuinely value and appreciate what he brings to the table. Obviously, Yor is not the type of person who would demand more than necessary from Loid, she is very humble and notices his constant tiredness… besides being naive and believing his ridiculous excuses.

In my opinion...

I think the real reason behind Twilight's attitude is due to two things.

The first is, his fear of unpredictable situations. Something that characterizes Twilight as a spy is his ability to predict unfavorable scenarios, having a plan of action in case that situation arises. This could be the first time that a woman "indirectly" confesses, being in love with him, without even having thought about it. He never considered "conquering" Yor after their agreement as a fake couple happened.

For him, Yor is a sweet and kind person by nature, but she is carried away by insecurities. He never expected that she would feel genuinely jealous of Fiona, much less that she would feel bad about the attention he gave her.

For Twilight, not having seen this surely made him feel cornered — "How could such an important detail escape him?"

Starting a "real" (pretend) relationship, where Yor is in love and he (apparently) doesn't feel anything. It gives him a sense of control, since that's "what a spy would do"—play those feelings to good use for the mission.

However, the theory does not always work if the practice is poorly executed… Which brings me to the second point

Twilight's true feelings

I think part of Twilight's feelings ended up confusing him. I am sure that the whirlwind of emotions that he felt at that moment were the cause of his opting for a "honey trap". Clearly, that was not the best strategy to apply.

Although Twilight wants to convince that he is "the perfect spy" —Someone who discarded his identity, his emotions and aspirations. History has shown us in a thousand and one ways that this is not true. He is a very emotional person, who is affected by the well-being of others. And this has gotten deeper with Yor and Anya

However, he knows that having feelings for someone exposes him to harm and makes him vulnerable. That is why being a spy has been the perfect armor to avoid having to interact, in this particular case, with any woman. All his love ties have been false until now

Still, Yor has become someone special to him. Because she is not an enemy or a target. But her ally in the Strix mission (Although she doesn't know it) this has allowed his to trust her.

Also, Yor may be the "first woman" that Twilight really likes for who she is. Since, his missions surely made him be with women that the real him is not attracted to. (Topic I would like to talk about in another post)

However, Yoru always makes him feel nervous when they has any physical approach, he defends her and he always thinks of her comfort. The problem is that he is afraid to admit any attraction to her, and he prefers to put the mission first so as not to question himself. Because admitting it would be exposing himrself emotionally, and this is his biggest fear. He didn't even question what he really felt about that confession? He reacted as a "spy", not as a "person".

But, it is evident that his feelings end up boycotting his reasoning. Ending up doing impulsive and… clumsy actions

Here, I think his greatest pain is not even that deadly kick, but perhaps the disappointment he has in himself. On the one hand, because he feels that he made an emotional misreading, and two, because he "got carried away" to the point that Yor "accidentally" rejected him.

This is when he begins to notice that being close to Yor has unbalanced him, because he no longer has the ability to think strategically with them, he is not capable of being that cold and calculating spy.

It is clear that Twilight is not yet ready to let go of his "spy" facet, and this will continue to sabotage him until he makes clear the difference between the mission and his own feelings. And for this he must overcome his fear of loving other people, for fear of losing them

Bonus+

And maybe… deep down… a part of his buried heart… raced thinking "Does Yor like me?!". He sometimes acts like a teenager. And maybe… The idea that he and Yor are real spouses haunts his deep thoughts (After all, I don't hesitate for a second to propose it) ❤ But this is my Twiyor side speaking ❤

It should be clarified that: I'm sure Twilight is not a bad man. He has shown, value and appreciate Yor for who she is, and respects her a lot, never wants to make her uncomfortable. But sometimes his emotions and the priority of the mission completely blind him and he ends up doing things he regrets.

An example is when he mistrust her. He clearly felt bad from the beginning, and felt worse at the end. I am sure that if he had started a real relationship with Yor (within the mission) it would have ended up affecting him, and feeling much more guilty of manipulating a woman as noble and sweet as Yor is. And this would have affected the mission more, because surely he would have to live repressing more guilt than he already feels

But, drama aside. This is a comedy, and we have to laugh!!!

Knowing that Yor can take a ball off the planet. Twilight and Yuri are lucky that Yor hasn't destroyed them to pieces.

So, I'm sorry Twilight but you deserved that kick and spend a whole week being the chin monster.

One of the best scenes that Endo has given us

Moral: You cannot seduce your fake wife as long as your intentions are not sincere, and she is drunk.

What do you think about it?

I hope you enjoyed this review as much as I did. And if you have any request to analyze another chapter of the manga, it is well received.

You can read the first part here

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nonokoko13 · 4 years

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SPY X FAMILY– Spy kid AU

Family relationships

Yuri wouldn't lie to Yor. He would tell them both decided to adopt a child for their goal to break Yor's marriage and marry each other for his scholar future being their informant without he would know. They're not lying, just don't tell all 😂

Headcanons:

• Yuri and Fiona's initial goal in adopting the child is to stay with Yor / Loid respectively, so their "parental love" is completely false. And he knew it.

• By watching them he knew that they're pretending (separate rooms, no PDA or romantic looks etc). He doesn't care, but it's quite sad because he thinks they do a cute couple.

• Yuri will be the first in think "He's my son". Mostly because he's the kindest of both but because he felt identified with the child. He was a child when he lost his parents; unfortunately, the kid was too young so he couldn't met them and he hadn't had anyone who took care of him. An scene like Yor's could happen with her brother "Even if I'm not his biological father...could I be better for him?" Imagine it. It's precious.

• Nightfall should learn from him. Or from Twilight. Or from Yor.

• Maybe she hadn't revealed her identity to the enemy as Yuri. Maybe she's an excellent agent. But she doesn't know how to raise a child.

• Too strict, harsh, cold, she wants her son to win the 8 Stellas ASAP. Calculating that 4 Stellas are given per evaluation, 1 for each student who is in the first place(s) in the midterm exams, would be possible to get eight in less than one year. No one would suspect that he could really achieve that goal if he set his mind to it (no for nothing he's considered a competent spy duh)

• However, someone would talked with her and say that he's only a child and she can't pressure him. Probably that person would be Twilight, he's the one who can convince her, because being Nightfall or being Fiona she listens to him.

• Something like "You can do it, now try to understand this: even if you don't have real emotions towards him, he's a real child who has real feelings. It's not a sprint, do not try to be better using him, try to do it better for him." After a serious/deep talk she could be less harsh.

• And seeing how Yuri, an inexperienced enemy in his twenties, is better, would be another reason. At first she'll be "He's being too soft. We don't have to show true emotions". Few weeks or months living with this bean and she would be "Touch him and you'll be 2 meters underground". Same for Yuri but he'll be like that since the beginning.

• When he's not busy with work, Yuri goes to study with him so he could help him if he has doubts, praising him when he does it fine. The kid doesn't need help, tho his idea of being average means do mistakes and don't try to obtain all the Stellas in a short time we must admit it he likes having Yuri cheering and correcting him as a dad does it.

• Yuri's the cheer type. "Great!" "Good job!" "Don't worry, you'll do it better next time!"

• Yor's so happy for Yuri and Fiona, she'll do her best for her nephew. They can't take care of him today? If her or Loid're not busy too you can bet that the boy's always welcome to the Forgers' home. Loid would say that too.

• Besides, both are happy too because some children ask their parents "Can you give me a sibling?". With a cousin and new friend of her age she could be satisfied.

• Both babies watching Spy Wars and reading the manga (Anya insists bc he hasn't watched/read it before). Playing spies with Bond, thinking how complete the mission "A dog for the Briar family".

• If you're wondering how they conviced the rest of people that a 20 man and a woman who seems young have a biological son of six do not. The only secret which it's not secret is that. He's adoptive, that's why he doesn't look like Yuri or Fiona tho they created false documents saying they married each other one year before Yor and Loid do it and adopted their son months after Loid and Yor celebrated their wedding-

#spy x family #fiona frost #yuri briar #anya forger #loid forger #nightfall #twilight #yor forger #yor briar #bond #briar family #headcanons #spy kid AU #sxf #spy kid #fiona briar

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kairi-chan · 4 years

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Anya finds out she has a new psychic power (telekinesis) and tries to practice using it without anyone finding out. Either Becky or Damian catch her in the act. (Author's choice)

Title: MoveIt

Genre: Humor/Family/Friendship

Rating: K

Beta-read by: @borusawa

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! This is my first Spy x Family fic. I hope I do okay. 🙈

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Anya stared at the bag of peanuts on the top shelf, eyes moist, and a barely contained scowl on her face. Her little fists curled up into balls as her eyes stayed focused on the bag.

“Loid...” Yor touched her lower lip as she watched the little girl hold her arms up and come on her tiptoes, trying to reach the bag. “Maybe we can give her just a bit?”

“No, Yor.” Loid sighed and put his daughter’s test papers down. He rubbed his forehead.

I should have expected her scores, and I did, but I’m still disappointed.

“No more peanuts until she gets her grades up.”

Another Tonitrous Bolt would be disastrous for Operation Strix.

“Maybe if we cut her time watching TV and put it into studying...” he muttered to himself.

The little girl bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes, wishing the bag would just fall into her hands. She hung her head and held her palms up to face her, the tears at the corner of her eyes threatening to spill at the sight of them empty. She heard footsteps approach her, and Anya looked up. “Mamaaaa!” She cried, knowing her mother was softer on her.

“Oh...” Yor felt pity for the girl and looked back at her husband in the living room. “But she has been trying.”

Anya closed her eyes, imagined the peanut bag in her hands, and suddenly, she felt something drop and crackle between them. Her eyelids flung open and widened at the bag in her hands. A wide grin spread on her face and she ripped it open, digging in. “Thanks, Mama!”

Yor looked back at her and blinked. “But I didn’t...”

How did that... How did Anya get the bag?

“Did you give it to her, Yor?” Loid stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. Anya skipped to her room, munching on her peanuts happily. He sighed but looked at her softly. “We can’t keep spoiling her like this.”

“But I... I didn’t...” She tried to explain, confused with how it happened, too. Did she grab it and gave it to Anya without her even knowing? There was no way Anya could have reached for it.

“Give it back, Ewen!” Becky huffed and placed her hands on her hips. “Stop it and give it back!”

Emile snickered and taunted the poor girl further. “Or what?”

“I’ll tell on you!” She pointed a finger at them and then opened up her palm. “My dad gave me that pen!”

Anya held on to the straps of her backpack and watched the exchange with wide eyes before approaching her friend. “What happened?”

“Oh, Anya!” Becky looked at her. “These two won’t hand me my pen back.”

“I’ll get it for you.” Anya approached the two boys, and held her palm open, her attention focused on the gold-colored pen.

That’s a really shiny pen.

She reached her hand forward, but still a few feet away from Ewen.

“What—you think I’ll just hand it to you?” The boy laughed.

“Stop it, you guys,” Damian said cooly. “Don’t waste your time with the—” His eyes widened at what he saw, Anya was already holding on to the pen, she too, looked a little surprised, but grinned upon having it in her possession. Heat crawled up her cheeks and she waved it around before walking back to Becky.

“Here you go!” Anya cheered and handed it over to Becky.

Wow, that was easy. But how did it fly to my hand...

“You’re amazing!” Becky hugged her, happy to have her pen back. “Come on, let’s go before they try anything again.” Anya was pulled away, but even as she walked to match Becky’s pace, her emerald eyes were trained on her small hand.

Have I… Can I finally do it?

Vague flashes of her spending time being observed behind a glass window, wires connected to her head, and a pebble before her on the empty table came racing through her mind. However, before she could recall what the people were muttering amongst themselves on how she could access this power, their teacher had entered the classroom, telling the children to settle down.

I… I have to try when I get home!

Anya had a determined look on her face, easily fooling their teacher that she was into the lecture. But behind her, Damian zoned in on her, finding the earlier events highly suspicious.

“I’m home,” Loid announced as he removed his hat and jacket.

“Welcome home!” Yor called from the kitchen. “Dinner is almost ready. I’ll make you some tea while you wait.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at her and walked into the kitchen, his brow quirking up at seeing Anya sitting on the floor, in front of the center table, a salt shaker in front of her. “Anya?”

“Busy now. I’m constrating, Papa.” Anya didn’t so much as give him a glance, gaze fully focused on the item.

He knew what she meant, but couldn’t help but correct her in his mind as he walked to his bedroom.

It’s concentrating.

“That, too,” Anya mumbled, barely blinking. No matter how much she tried to concentrate on the salt shaker, it wouldn’t budge, not even shake. The more she stared and it remained stationary, the more her frustration grew.

“Constrate. Constrate, Anya!” She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes for a while before slowly opening them again. Her determination only amplified further. “Concentrate!”

Loid had a full day of back to back missions and he was glad for being able to come home before dinner. Yor’s cooking had been improving, and he was glad. There was no problem with him doing most of the cooking and his fair share of chores around the house, but days like these made him thankful to have her around.

His room was tidy and nondescript. But there were a few things around to make it appear normal. Like the picture frame of him and Anya on his desk. It was mostly to show for Yor, even if it wasn’t necessary since she never came into his room… but just in case.

He removed his shirt while closing his eyes. When he opened them again, the picture frame was not in its rightful place. It had moved—or so he would think. It was now at the edge of his desk, and he walked over to pick it up, inspecting it. “That’s not where you were a second ago…” he muttered.

As he uttered the last word, his chair wobbled. Loid quirked a brow up, keeping his cool. That is—until it skidded back a few inches on its own. He gasped, then and jumped back, observing how it shook. He was a spy, trained not to fear anything—not even the supernatural. But this… this was something else. The chair skidded back further and fell over, making Loid shout in surprise.

“Loid?” Yor put the teapot down and walked towards the hallway. “Are you alright? I heard something fall.”

Anya’s brain felt fried, and a small trickle of blood ran down her nose. She felt so tired and fell over on the carpet with her arms spread wide on either side of her. The salt shaker hadn’t moved a centimeter, yet she felt like she had overworked herself.

“There’s—I’m not one to believe but… I think this apartment is haunted.” Loid was pale, as he tried to explain what happened to his wife.

“G-ghosts?!” Yor yelped and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh dear—no!”

Realizing what panic he had caused, he tried to placate Yor. While the adults were trying to figure what had happened, Anya remained to lie down on the floor, seeing stars. Although she was tired, she lamented and whined to herself, “Why couldn’t I move iiiit?”

Fin.

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A/N:Thank you so much for reading! I recently finished the manga and fell in love. There aren’t much fics for this fandom (at least, on Ao3??) and I want to help remedy that. Lol. If you have prompts you want me to write drabbles for, do leave me an ask!

If you like what I write, please check out my profile for links to my master post, FFnet, Ao3, Twitter, and Ko-Fi!

All my love,

Kairi

#spy x family #spy family #loid #anya #damian #yor #loid forger #anya forger #becky blackbell #damian desmond #yor briar #fanfiction #spy x family fanfiction #fanfic

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lacrow · 4 years

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SxF Collaboration Story (Part II)

@sxfobsessed- Annnd it’s done

@nagy-bari - Hope it lives up to the hype

@nonokoko13- I went easier on Franky for you lol

Title: Cabernet Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

Rating: T

Part I: tumblr, ao3

Part II: ao3

Updated Objective(s): host a dinner party for friends and acquaintances, maintain a professional relationship with Mrs. Forger, set a reminder to do the laundry Reporting Status: mission failure, inconclusive, no idea

ADDENDUM 5 [NIGHTFALL]:

You're not seriously considering this Millie woman's proposal, are you? Do you think she might be an enemy agent trying to sabotage Operation Strix? Do you want my assistance in dealing with her?

ADDENDUM 6 [TWILIGHT]

Of course not. She's Yor's co-worker and likes to give her a hard time. It was just harmless party-talk, nothing more.

ADDENDUM 7 [HANDLER]:

Noted, although I'd have to side with Millie on this one and agree that it would indeed be very adorable.

ADDENDUM 8 [NIGHTFALL]:

I fail to see how that has any relevance to what we're discussing.

ADDENDUM 9 [HANDLER]

I'm your boss. Babies are cute. End of discussion.

Part II

The clock ticked. Time passed, as did worries about Yor.

All according to plan. Loid was fairly good at deflecting and keeping the party occupied, even as he himself started to become concerned with how long Yor was taking in the shower. The sound of running water had long since ceased, and he kept secretly eying the door in anticipation to see it open. Loid stood off to the side as everyone else sat around the coffee table. Food had long since been eaten. Wine flowed, and they were firmly at the point in the party where multiple conversations coalesced into a singular, alcohol-fueled mess. Admittedly, it was fun to watch them. Loid smirked; aside from the wine incident, the rest of Yor's party was going rather smoothly.

Camilla gave Franky crap for his earlier display, by all accounts standing up for her self-proclaimed friend despite always acting like she couldn't care less. Millie chimed in as well, though more for the love of chaos than actually agreeing with Camilla. Sharon stayed completely out of it, and instead sat next to Dominic and Yuri as the two got into a loud debate about the results of a recent sports event. She offered her absent husband's two cents on the matter, which only reignited their fervent opinions. The three of them became lost in discussion, as did the others.

Loid stood. He watched. He waited. Then, out of nowhere, a voice called out to him from beyond the bathroom door.

"...Um, Loid? Could...you please come in here for a moment?"

It wasn't loud. If anything, Yor's voice was soft as a whisper, and yet somehow the entire party heard it. That of course included Loid who, as all eyes turned towards him, suddenly found himself frozen in a mild panic. His eyes shot wide open. She wanted him to come into the bathroom? While she showered? But the water wasn't running? It hadn't been for a while, actually...had she just been standing there the whole time? Loid's lungs emptied; he suddenly realized she'd went straight to the bathroom and hadn't bothered to gather any clothes.

Yor was stranded in the bathroom. Nothing else would explain why she'd ask him to come in while she was...well...

Focus, Twilight. This wasn't a big deal...or at least he had to pretend like it wasn't, anyway.

"C-coming, Yor!" Loid answered back. He smiled to his guests politely before taking off quickly towards the bathroom.

He tried his best to avoid interested stares and raised eyebrows, though there was no escaping Yuri's own loud, public dilemma as he practically died knowing Loid was about to see his sister naked (he wasn't). Without hesitating, Loid ducked into the bathroom with nary a sound. The door opened, then closed, and before he knew it he was standing in the remnants of Yor's shower; a light mist lingered, though it was by no means enough to veil her from him. Thankfully, their shower curtain was thick and colored solid. He could see nothing.

Trembling fingers clutched the side of it, as if Yor were hanging on for dear life. "...Loid! We've got a big problem!"

"I know, you didn't grab any clothes," he nodded. Loid averted his eyes despite not being able to see her. Red dusted his face. "I'll get you some."

"N-no...it's worse than that," Yor revealed after a moment of silence. Loid could practically hear her shudder. "I was so preoccupied with the party, I forgot to do laundry...!"

Loid paused. The cogs in his head turned slowly, as if the moisture in the room was sapping his ability to think properly. "So...what? You're telling me-?"

"-I don't have any clothes!" He'd never heard her voice that shrill before. She'd practically squealed. "Nothing!"

"Nothing?" Loid repeated back to her; he found that hard to believe, and yet the curtain shook anxiously as Yor confirmed. "Not even some PJ's?"

"I can't go out there in a nightgown, Loid!" Her voice was high-pitched again. "Besides, I told you, everything's filthy! Today was supposed to be laundry day!"

Loid scratched the back of his head. Now that he thought about it, pajamas in front of her coworkers probably wouldn't go over well, anyway. "Alright, well...I'll just think of something else, then?"

There came a panicked sigh behind the shower curtain. It was followed by the sound of a body sliding against tile until finally landing in porcelain. Water splashed as Yor sat hunched over in the tub, legs curled up into a depressed ball so as to take up as little space as possible. Loid had no way of seeing any of this, but Yor made it so obvious that there was nothing else it could be. He couldn't help but to frown. His usual list of reassuring words and phrases didn't seem like it would help much at the moment. He stood there, silent.

This was supposed to be her party. He remembered when she first told him about it; Yor came home that day a nervous wreck, convinced he would be cross with her. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, she said. She just wanted them to look like an actual married couple so no one would get suspicious. Initial hesitance aside, Loid played along; not necessarily because he thought they needed to host a party in order to convince everyone they were married, since they'd done a good job of doing so up until then, but because it was something Yor had come up with on her own. She was always following his lead (admittedly because he asked her to most of the time), and this was the first time she'd taken things into her own hands.

For the most part, it had all paid off, too. Loid briefly turned his attention back to the party outside. Their guests had resumed conversation once more, and if there was anyone who wasn't having a good time (aside from Franky) they were drowned out by those that were. Maybe Yor couldn't see that at the moment, but as her husband it was his job to make sure she did.

"I'll loan you some clothes," Loid spoke up. "I've got a button-up and some shorts you can wear in the meantime."

Silence. Loid waited for a response, which he most certainly got after Yor had time to process what he'd just said. "W-what?!"

"It's either that or a dirty nightgown," he reasoned. A distressed groan came from behind the curtain, and Loid nodded. "That's what I thought."

"Fine..." Yor relented. Her feet scraped the tub as she pulled her legs more in defeat. "...Mine as well try and ruin this party as spectacularly as possible..."

Loid smiled sympathetically. He gave her a second before speaking again. "For what it's worth, I'm enjoying myself. And I know for a fact that everyone else is, too."

There came no response, at least not with words. Maybe it was because they'd lived together for so long or because Yor was just really easy to read; regardless, Loid could tell her mood had improved somewhat at his reassurance. He informed her he'd be back in a minute, and promptly left to go fetch her some clothes. The sound of the door closing signaled to Yor that it was finally okay to breathe again. She'd held it when he admitted to having a good time, though for what reason she couldn't say. It mostly had to do with the fact that Loid had given her some form of approval. That, and everyone was having a good time despite all the setbacks. Like the wine, and...the...?

...Really, what other setbacks were there?

The clothes, of course, but other than that...what exactly made this party a disaster again? Yor thought about it real hard for a moment. Why was she stressed out to begin with? This whole thing was just supposed to be a cover for her and Loid, at least originally. It wasn't meant to impress anyone. It wasn't suppose to prove to anyone anything, save that they were an actual (fake) couple. The only thing she set out to achieve she did, so...what was all the fuss about? Her and Loid were married. Everyone knew that. No one questioned it. So...mission accomplished, right?

The fact that everyone was having a good time made her smile, though it was technically just icing on the cake. A bonus. If anything, the only person that Yor really wanted to enjoy the night was the same person who made it all possible in the first place. The food. The drinks. The pleasant conversation. Loid took care of it all, and as the door opened again upon his return Yor's face became red at the thought of him cutting loose for a change. No one deserved it more than her husband. As a change of clothes were draped over the side of the shower curtain rail, Yor affirmed to herself that she'd get dressed as quickly as possible. Go outside. Get back to the party. Continue to be a good host, and finish the night off strong. For Loid's sake.

"Let me know if you need anything else," he offered from the other side. "I'll be waiting just outside the door."

"I will," Yor answered back. She smiled, even though Loid couldn't see it. The door closed behind him as he left, and she soon rose to her feet with newly-found confidence.

/*\

"Yor forgot her clothes?" Dominic asked with a chuckle. He approached with a hand in one pocket while the other carried a glass.

"Sort of," Loid smiled hesitantly. He stood dutifully next to the bathroom door. "There was a bit of a mix-up with the laundry. We had to...improvise."

Dominic took a sip of wine before nodding. "Happened to Camilla once. Forgot to drop her clothes off at the cleaners. She had to walk around in nothing but one of my sweaters all day."

There came a loud whoop from Millie, and Camilla immediately lost it next to her. Clearly gassed, Dominic offered his girlfriend a giant grin as she marched over to rip into him. Sharon also had something to say, and soon the apartment erupted in a chorus of words. Loid was thankful for it; the heat was off him and Yor for the moment. It couldn't have come at a better time, either. As Camilla dragged Dominic back towards the others so she could publicly reprimand him, the bathroom door suddenly creaked open. Loid looked over right as his wife emerged. Mist rolled out behind her.

"...So, how do I look?" she asked while turning towards him. Yor held her arms out a little to show off her outfit.

She got no reply from Loid. He just stood there and stayed completely silent. He scanned her, up, down, then up again.

Yor's hair was down. She was smart and hadn't washed it, though it was still a little damp at the ends. Her long, raven locks draped over her shoulders, and they contrasted sharply with the white button-up she wore. Loid was several sizes larger than Yor and his shirt left her a lot of room, save of course for the chest area...that part she had no trouble filling in. She also rolled her sleeves up a little in order to make it look less big, though there was nothing Yor could do to make it any higher. His shorts almost disappeared completely underneath it, and the only reason they didn't was because they too were oversized. Yor was practically smothered in his clothes, though with that said...she wore it well.

Yor waited, but the longer Loid say nothing the redder her face became. She flinched. "S-should I put on something else? Is it bad?"

"N-no!" Loid shook himself out of it. He felt his face grow hot, and he coughed to hide it. "It looks fine. It'll get you through the party, at least."

Yor stepped back. She held an arm across her chest, something she tended to do whenever she was flustered. "Really?"

"Yeah." That's all he would say. Loid wouldn't look at her. If his intent was to put her at ease, for once he wasn't doing a very good job of it.

Loid motioned for her to go on ahead. She hesitated, and only did so when he finally spared her a glance. A tremulous smirk twitched across his face, and the sight of it only reaffirmed Yor's fears; this whole thing was a bad idea. It would have been better to just disappear into her room for the rest of the night, though Yor had already told herself she'd see things through till the end. With a sigh of uncertainty, she steeled herself as best she could and walked into the living room with Loid right behind her. The moment of truth was upon her.

She emerged. Yuri was the first to notice. He happened to be facing her direction when she arrived, and whatever word was on the tip of his tongue mid-conversation quickly became lost at the sight of his sister. His very being stopped in time; mouth agape, he stared emotionless as Sharon continued to talk in his ear about something unimportant. Yor, meanwhile, flinched at her brother's obvious stare. She put her arm across her chest again, as if that would somehow spare her from further embarrassment. Both Briars held their breath.

Yuri looked at Loid. Loid raised a brow. Yuri then looked at Franky. Still emotionless, his eyes zeroed in. "I'm gonna fucking kill him."

Franky didn't notice there was murder aimed towards him until Yuri suddenly got up from the couch and tried to pounce the half-pint from across the room. He yelped in terror while at the same time Dominic ran interference once more. Yor protested angrily as her brother fought to kill one of their other guests, though Loid wouldn't be bothered to so much as shrug at the display. As far as he was concerned, whatever pummeling Franky got that night was warranted. Besides, he'd stop things if they got out of hand...probably.

While the boys were busy being savages, Millie turned her attention to Yor. "Ooh! Look at you!"

Yor's lips squiggled. She held her cheeks. "Please don't say anything, Millie...I didn't have anything else to wear..."

"But you look good!" her coworker giggled, causing Yor's to eyes widen. "You should wear your husband's clothes more often!"

Millie's comment incited another ruckus from Yuri. The youngest Briar sibling spun around and gaped incredulously. "You take that back right now!"

"Oh, come off it, Yuri," Sharon added. Yuri huffed in exasperation. "Your sister's been married for a year. What are you gonna do when they finally have a kid together?"

Millie's face lit up. "A babyyy~! Maybe a little brother for Anya? Could you imagine how adorable a little Loid would be running around? That's it, you two need to get to work on that, pronto!"

Loid closed his eyes. It was the only thing he could do to keep his composure, even as his wife's entire body turned beet red next to him. Yuri's did, too, but for obviously different reasons. Yor's brother started to mount another argument, though was promptly cut off by Camilla from the other end of the table. She rolled her eyes and took up her wine glass before scoffing.

"Can we please not talk about the Forgers' bedroom affairs?" Camilla shook her head. The thought alone was enough to give her heartburn. "I'd really appreciate it."

"Seconded!" Franky chimed in. He figured agreeing with Camilla would help stop Yuri from killing him, seeing as how they were both on the same page.

It ended up working up well enough, surprisingly. Yuri narrowed his eyes, and after a moment he finally relented. "Right, yes. Thank you!"

Conversation erupted once more. Dominic commented off from the side, though was drowned out by his girlfriend as she again told him to drop the subject. Millie and Sharon made snappy comments to one another, mostly at Yuri's expense, and the latter suddenly found himself trying to justify his actions to them. Franky meanwhile stood off to the side and snickered at his counterparts, finding their small arguments to be far more entertaining when they didn't involve him. And away from it all were Yor and Loid. The latter stood behind his wife as she took up on the love seat while he leaned against it. They remained quiet as their guests carried on without them, and for a moment they simply watched.

Loid looked down at his wife. She was busy paying attention to Yuri and the others and didn't sense his staring, at least not at first. He couldn't stop himself, even as a small voice in the back of his brain told him to cut it out. There was nothing to look at it. It was just Yor...wearing his clothes. There wasn't anything inappropriate about that, per say. Plus it wouldn't have been the first time one of his partners thought to don a shirt of his, although that was always with women he'd gotten close with for the sake of past missions.

Loid supposed Yor also fit into that category, but...clearly not in the same way. He shifted wearily at the realization that his so-called wife, the one woman it would make sense to become intimate with for appearances sake, was the only one of his partners that he'd never, well, done it with. The thought alone made him flinch, even more so when Yor caught on to his staring. He looked away the moment her head titled backwards to look up at him, and he tried his best to play it off. Loid knew such an attempt would prove futile, though; Yor was hard spy on.

She was much more obvious with her staring than her husband. Yor reined in some loose strands of hair as she rested her head against the back of the chair. Red tickled her face, as it always did, and she tried her best to hide it. Loid would know anyway; he could always read her like an open-book, or so she thought at least. Even so, Yor pretended like she was stretching when his eyes glanced down at her for a fraction of a second. An earnest attempt to hide her thinly veiled gaze, or at least it would have been if she didn't melt beneath him.

They were hopeless. Such was the thinking of Franky as he watched in secret from afar. At that point he'd broken Loid's rule and had dipped into the wine, though it wasn't like Twilight was paying any attention. He was too busy acting like a teenage boy, and the sight was enough to make the scruffy man shake his head. From his secluded spot, Franky watched his friend play tag with Yor; the moment one looked away, the other would look back a second later. Everyone else was too tipsy or involved in conversation to notice, but Franky picked up on it no problem. He knew what to look for and even then it wasn't hard to figure out. He'd known Twilight for years. He knew how he operated. Worked. Thought.

The idiot wasn't taking his own advice. All these years he'd gone on about not getting attached to people, and yet here he was flirting with his wife.

Was it innocent? Maybe. Were there feelings behind it? Franky hoped not, at least for Twilight's sake. He liked Yor; she kept Twilight on his toes and was much more pleasant to talk to than him. If it were a different time, in a different place, Franky would have shaken his buddy and told him to marry her for real a long time ago. But this was Ostania. She was an Ostanian citizen, and they were from Westalis. Such a relationship would never work, not even taking into account that...well, relationships always ended badly for people with jobs like theirs. They just never worked.

Franky frowned. He took a sip of wine and kept watching the Forgers. Even taking into account everything he'd just said, all the things he knew, and every justified fear he had about this whole thing...even Franky had to admit they seemed happy. Go figure. Grumpy ol' Twilight, venom-tongued and no-nonsense, and by all accounts a downright asshole at his worst, was softer than fresh-baked cookies whenever Yor was around. Not all the time, but even those rare moments when he genuinely let his guard down were always because of her. His fake wife. Fake mother to his child. The means to an end. By all accounts a huge mistake to develop feelings for, though Franky knew that was way out the window at this point.

He shook his head, yet still a grin etched into the informant's face. Twilight was hopeless; Franky's job was information gathering, not babysitting. Still, he supposed he'd hold his tongue in the meantime. Watch from afar, like he always did, and reel his buddy in if things ever went too far. Or...maybe not even then, Franky mused as Yor and Loid eventually caught each other staring and turned red from embarrassment. They both looked away and stopped their little game, both too shaken to continue.

Franky took another drink of wine and his grin got even bigger; knowing Loid, he'd be too hung up on Yor to remember to kick his ass later.

/*\

"Bye! Thank you for coming!" Yor waved off the last of the guests; Camilla and Dominic politely waved back as they walked down the hall. "See you on Monday!"

They couldn't leave fast enough. Once it was just her and Loid, Yor immediately darted back inside and closed the door behind her. She collapsed against it and breathed a huge sigh of relief. The sound of running water in the kitchen and lovely silence throughout the apartment signaled the end of the Forger party. By all accounts it had been a huge success; everyone, even her brother, voiced their approval before leaving. There was talk of getting together again at some point in the future and Yor agreed; at someone else's house, of course.

"Mission accomplished," Loid called out over the chorus of dishes.

Yor stayed against the wall for a moment and nodded. "No more parties for a while."

"Agreed," her husband sighed. They were exhausted, and had been even before Camilla and Dominic left.

Who knew hosting could be so tiring? Certainly not Yor; she figured with her athleticism and unique set of skills, such a small thing like running around their apartment for a few hours would be a piece of cake. If anything, it was the most draining thing she'd ever done before. Yor couldn't help but to admire Camilla for putting on such a wonderful party all those months ago, and vaguely she considered putting something together for her upon returning to work on Monday as a sort of late token of appreciation.

Such a thing would have to wait till tomorrow, though. Yor was pooped.

After catching her breath, she went to the living room and started to gather trash and dishes. Both she and Loid fell into a malaise as post-party brain wracked them both; they spaced out and went on auto-pilot of a little while. Neither said a word and simply went to work on their respective cleaning duties. Loid handled any leftovers, cleaned the kitchen, and rearranged the dining room table. Yor picked up and started to gather all the dirty laundry that she had inconveniently forgotten to do earlier in the day.

"You're doing laundry now?" Loid raised a brow as he spied her through the kitchen window. It was close to midnight.

Yor tilted her head. "Not that I particularly want to, but we don't have anything to sleep in...or at least I don't."

"Just wear my night-shirt," he replied tiredly. Yor immediately gaped at the suggestion, but Loid didn't care. He was done for the night.

Yor went to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Despite clearly not being comfortable with the thought, Yor had to admit Loid's offer sounded way better than staying up all night doing laundry. Besides, there was no point in cleaning her nightgown when she'd probably just pass out on the couch waiting for the dryer, anyway. Even then she'd still be wearing Loid's clothes, and at least if she wore his night-shirt then she could fall asleep in the comfort of her own bed. For once, she was too tired to be embarrassed.

"...Alright," Yor agreed. She still pinked, however; Yor was convinced this entire night was some test to see how many times she could blush.

The water stopped as Loid paused on the dishes. He dried himself off before walking past Yor on his way to fish out what few clothes he had left. She waited patiently, and a minute later he returned with the t-shirt in his hand. He handed it off to her, and she likewise went into her room to go get changed. A heavy yawn tugged at her lips as she left him alone with the after-party mess. Loid looked around him and his face fell flat; there was no way he was cleaning all this right now. He'd knock out the dishes, and the rest could wait till tomorrow.

The remainder of the plates and silverware were washed and put away. Everything else would be left, untouched, until the morning. Loid walked past it all and shuffled into his room, while at the same time Yor came out of hers to go brush her teeth. They missed each other; neither saw the other come or go, not until Loid got changed and he too went to go take care of his nightly affairs. They crossed paths once he entered the bathroom to wash up, and it was at that point Yor nearly spit out her toothpaste.

She stopped. In the mirror beside her stood her husband; tall, tired and shirtless.

He didn't pay her even the slightest bit of attention. Loid's eyes were fixed entirely on his toothbrush, and even after he went to work cleaning out the lingering taste of wine from his tongue Loid still didn't seem to notice her next to him. She, on the other hand, noticed him. Yor's face was hot, frozen, and everything else in between. She dared not turn to look at him, and instead just stared through the bathroom mirror. He stared back, though his attention wasn't on her. It wasn't anywhere, really. Truly he was in his own little world.

The water ran. He rinsed his mouth, then leaned over to wash his face, and Yor looked down at the muscles on his back. Her toes curled.

She looked away when he popped back up. Loid dried off and quickly left her alone. With a tired good night, he waved behind him and suddenly Yor was left alone. Standing there breathless, her eyes lingered on the spot in the mirror where her husband had been standing. It was almost like he'd never been there to begin with; just a dream that had paid her a visit in the night. Maybe she was asleep? Yor pinched herself for a second and squinted. Nope, still awake. Yor looked down at herself and immediately became red again.

She was wearing the top half of Loid's sleep attire. Him, the bottom half.

She still had on his shorts from earlier (thankfully). His shirt fit more snug than his button-up, but still covered her down to her thighs. All things considering, it was quite comfy, though there was no getting used to this clothing situation no matter how hard she tried. Yor shook her head and sighed deeply; the sooner she went to bed and got up to do laundry, the less chances of her dying from a heart attack. Between Loid and everything else that had happened that night, Yor didn't think she could take any more surprises.

Teeth brushed. Face washed. Nature, answered. Yor took care of everything and turned off the lights behind her. Loid had long since retreated into his bedroom, and she quickly did the same. Yor hopped straight into bed and immediately lost herself in the cool feeling her pillow. She curled up nicely in her sheets and closed her eyes. Thoughts of the party were soon replaced with that of her family. Anya would be dropped off in the morning, likely early, so she needed to be up and ready at a decent time to receive her.

Loid would need help cleaning. Maybe if she got up before him, she could knock everything out before he awoke and surprise him. It was the least she could do after everything he'd done for her that night. She smiled as the lingering image of her husband and daughter became etched into her mind, and it wasn't long before she fell asleep peacefully to it.

Her family. A fake one, yet even still she was dearly fond of it.

/*\

Loid staggered into the living room as he scratched the back of his head. His alarm had failed to go off. Maybe the fact he'd knocked it off the nightstand in a half-wake stupor had something to do with it. He'd intended to wake up early and get a head start on all the cleaning, though supposed that option was off the table now; even more so when he realized that there wasn't anything dirty to clean. He blinked while scanning the living room and was surprised to find everything back in order as it should be. Yor must have gotten up before him.

As if on queue, his wife greeted him pleasantly as she crept up behind him. "Morning, Loid!"

"Good morning," he replied back. He turned around and found Yor with a basket of clothes in her arms. "Thank you for cleaning."

"Of course!" she beamed back. "I needed to get to work on laundry, anyway. Anya will be home any minute and I want to make sure she has clean clothes."

Loid nodded. He'd nearly forgotten about their daughter. Neither he nor the Blackbells had agreed on a time frame of when to drop her off, but seeing as how it was a Sunday and close to noon Loid assumed it would be soon. He didn't know if they'd fed her or not, though even if they had he and Yor still needed to eat. Loid informed his wife he'd get to work on breakfast and she nodded. They both went to work on their respective chores and kept quiet for a time. Dutiful silence. A far cry from the chaos of last night. It was relaxing.

Eggs and sausage. Simple, quick, and if Anya wasn't hungry it could be fed to the dog. Speaking of, Loid glanced over and found Bond sitting attentively at the end of the kitchen. He was ready to carry out his sole duty as the Forger hound; should any stray food drop to the floor, it was his job to clean it up. Loid looked over his shoulder. His wife was nowhere to be found and, once he determined the coast was clear, he promptly flicked a chunk of sausage off the pan with his spatula. It fell, and Bond went straight to work. He waddled over and made the mess disappear in one gulp.

"Tell no one," Loid instructed.

Bond complied. He was good at keeping secrets.

Breakfast didn't take long to make. Loid barely finished by the time a knock came at the door. Most likely Anya. Yor called out to Loid and asked him if he could answer it. Seeing as how he was done cooking anyway, Loid turned off the burner and made his way to the door. He looked down as Bond followed beside him and very quickly he realized he wasn't decent. His shirt situation hadn't changed since last night. Loid failed to notice before, but even so his apathy had also carried over with him; he just flat out didn't care at the moment.

With a sigh and a shrug to himself he opened the door. In front of him stood his daughter, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and next to her were her friend Becky and who Loid assumed was the Blackbells' chauffeur. The two men nodded to one another and exchanged pleasantries, while at the same time the two little girls stirred at their knees.

"Papa! Where's your shirt!" Anya pointed up at him. It was less a question and more an incredulous statement; papa was always well-dressed.

"It's a long story, Anya," Loid shook his head. He promised to fill her in later before turning his attention to Becky. "Did you two have fun at your sleepover?"

Becky was silent. She stood stiff as a board and stared up at Mr. Forger. If he bothered to look hard enough, he could've seen the hearts in her eyes. "I-I-I...! Y-you-!"

"We really must be going, Ms. Blackbell," Becky's chauffeur informed her. "Your parents are both off for the first time in weeks and they wish to spend the day with you."

"B-but I don't wanna spend time with them! I wanna stay here!" Becky exclaimed. She continued to gape at Loid, even as her chauffeur started to drag her away. "Wait! Nooo-!"

Both Loid and Anya raised a brow as the little girl struggled in vain to break free. The latter had the unfortunate ability to read her friend's mind, and she wished nothing more than to scrub Becky's version of papa from her own. She could be weird sometimes. Loid found that out, too, though he had no way of knowing what his daughter's friend was thinking. He just waved politely as Becky and her chauffeur walked down the stairs and disappeared. The sounds of her struggling could still be heard as Loid and Anya retreated inside. Only the door closing behind them could silence it.

"Mama! I'm home!" Anya called out. She let her backpack fall to the floor next to her as Bond came up to lick her face.

Yor appeared around the corner immediately. She gaped ecstatically at her daughter's presence and ran up to hug her. Anya made the same face, though it quickly shifted when she realized what her mama was wearing. Her smile morphed into confusion as she felt Yor's arms wrap around her; she still hugged her mama back, but looked up at papa as she did.

"...Why is mama wearing your shirt?" Anya asked him pointedly. Loid immediately straightened.

Yor hugged her daughter tighter, if only to hide the sudden redness in her cheeks. "Um, I forgot to do laundry yesterday..."

"...So she borrowed my clothes," Loid finished for her. His eyes narrowed uncomfortably as Anya gave him an inquisitive look. "Nothing more."

Anya blinked. It was a reasonable answer, but somehow it seemed a difficult concept to wrap her head around. Anya didn't particularly know why it was a big deal, at least...not until she read her parents' minds. Unbeknownst to them, she got a crash course in almost everything that had happened last night. Franky. The wine. The clothes. Everything save for what happened before they both went to bed, as she didn't have enough time to gleam that off of them before Yor broke away. She smiled at her daughter, and Anya smiled back to cover her tracks.

Papa minus shirt, plus mama with shirt, equaled...something. She was pretty bad at math, but knew that equation amounted to some sort of change in her parents. That much was obvious, even to Anya. She looked up at them as they exchanged glances and smiles before separating once more; Yor to go finish turning over the laundry and Loid to start serving breakfast. She scrunched her face up and tried to mull over what exactly was going on, but ultimately was unable to as the smells of eggs and sausage wafted into her nostrils. It was time to eat.

She'd already had breakfast at Becky's, but...it was nearly noon. Second breakfast, she thought to herself in satisfaction. With a big smile she rushed over to the dinner table and took up a chair as Bond followed behind. He sat at her feet as Loid came into drop off a plate in front of her. She immediately gathered her knife and fork, though waited for mama to arrive as papa called out to her to come eat. He then took off to go find a shirt to put on in the meantime; even if it was the same one from last night, it was better than nothing, at least until Yor was done with laundry.

Speaking of, he walked past his wife on the way to his bedroom. They side-stepped one another, and spared each other a glance before walking away. Loid stopped at his door and looked over his shoulder to catch Yor right before she turned the corner.

She'd put her hair up in a ponytail, but it was her figure that caught his attention. It was painfully noticeable from behind. The house-sweater she usually wore always covered it up, but with her new outfit there was no hiding it. Loid stared as long legs walked away from him, and he was left reminded of the night before. When he left Yor in the bathroom and pretended not to notice before leaving for bed; the way his shirt hugged her chest, and teased the rest of her like some kind of cruel joke. It was all he could think about for the better half of the evening, and the sole reason why he passed out late and subsequently slept in. Then and now, as Yor's curves disappeared from sight, all Loid could do was remind himself of Operation Strix. His mission. The sole reason he was there in the first place.

He sighed. Long, steady, and deep.

Best to let her keep the clothes...just in case she ever forgot to do laundry again.

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