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My fanfics on Ao3 What you can spy from here An Identity reveal where Yuri forces Loid to abandone his family. Meanwhile, dark forces are plotting to increase tensions between Westalis and Ostania. (wip)

The joy of cooking Yor decides to enrol in an advertised cooking class at City Hall, but things do not go as smoothly as planned. (wip)

The mysterious affair on New Year's Eve Yor Forger and her family are invited by her friend Melinda Desmond to spend New Year's Eve together. For Loid Forger, in charge of Operation Strix, this is an unparalleled opportunity to get closer to his target. Too bad he is not the only one who has come with an ulterior motive. (wip, currently under review, detective twiyor!!)

Origins “Yesterday, von Heiperg gave me the position of Prime Minister.”

"And why did they choose you?"

He looked at her triumphant, as if he was waiting for nothing else: "because I have no ties to past politics, but at the same time I am part of it. A homo semi-novus.” He laughed, then noticing his wife's dismay took her hand, "don't you want to?" he asked, kissing it gallantly. She raised an eyebrow. "Will you become my First Lady? The war will be devastating for the people and for the National Unity Party, let's give them something to believe in."

She smiled tiredly, Donovan was courting her as he had courted the nation all those months, at soup kitchens, at makeshift clubs, at devastated factories. And she had already lent herself once. - The evolution of Donovan's and Melinda's relationship during the Second East-West war (wip) The waltzer of my secrets This fic is divided in two parts, during and before M96: I. When you share a secret with someone, you can’t control what they’ll answer. But it doesn’t mean the worst thing will happen. (Damian&Anya)

II. On the very day of the dance, Yor helps Anya get ready. (Yor&Anya, for Mama’s Day)

Flavors of the past Of burnt-smelling oil, walks, surprises and a father incapable of saying no to his daughter.

Written for Twilight Week 2024: day 2: “croquettes” and day 7: “happy ending?”. The event is organized by @twiyorbase.

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New fic - Heaven's Knife

This is my late submission to Twiyor Fluff Weekend! Yor and Loid attend Camilla and Dominic's wedding, and since it's the first wedding Yor has ever been to, everything feels new and rather intimidating. She also can't help but wonder about all the symbolism and music and her husband's thoughts on the whole thing, since he must have had a wedding similar to this one with his first wife.

And Yuri is there as a groomsman. :D

The title comes from the song I danced to at my own wedding. Heaven's Knife, by Josh Garrels.

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Twiyor fluff weekend Day 2: fall in love

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Chapters: 18/22 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Franky Franklin, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Sylvia Sherwood | Handler Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, War AU, War, Kissing, First Kiss, Sweet, Soft Loid Forger, Strong Female Characters, Jealous Loid Forger | Twilight, Drama & Romance, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Twiyor Week 2024, twiyor week, Thriller, Spy thriller, Wedding, Wedding Night, First Time, Smut, Twiyor Fluff Weekend, Fluff, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Ostania is under military occupation and the Briar family is forced to host a high-ranking officer from the Westalis army in their home. Yor hates this man even before his arrival, but Captain Loid Forger is not what any of the Briars expect. Little by little, Loid demonstrates the kind of man he is and he gradually earns the Briars’ trust and respect. Yor feels conflicted; she’s supposed to hate all people from Westalis, still she can’t help falling in love with Loid Forger, her enemy.

CHAPTER 18 IS UP!

Chapter summary: Loid and Yor attend the ball at the Prime Minister’s residence. They’re not the only ones.

Part of Twiyor Fluff Weekend organized by @twiyorbase​

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Making a small offering for Twiyor Fluff Weekend, @twiyorbase , for the Blushing prompt!

I'll probably color this one because the lineart cam out really nice!

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with you, all in tangles (final)

3 times Yor blows kisses to Twilight and one time Twilight blows a kiss to Yor

For the @twiyorbase fluff fest! No content warnings, T-rating; manga spoilers. One chapter per day matching the daily prompts: and now complete! Today's prompt: always. <- Part three (+1)

It wasn’t the first party they’d hosted, but it was the first one where they’d rented a special space for it. Sharing director duties at WISE during a lasting peace afforded Twilight more time to genuinely relax. But of course, he would never choose genuinely relax doing this. Which was why the party was also a WISE operation. And Yor was aware of his target as they moved through the room.

Yor, on the other hand, still in her same role at City Hall and still in her same role with Garden, had taken on the planning duties for fun. And almost everyone she liked or loved was in attendance. Yor was having a great time! It also just so happened those same people were mostly the same people Twilight liked or loved, and so despite himself, Twilight also did seem to be enjoying himself.

Up until now. Yor had felt his change of mood the moment it happened, and quickly scanned the room. Oh, damnit! She thought Gorey had sent his regrets!

Then again, that man was unpredictable — wanting to curry Dr Loid Forger’s favour one moment and rejecting it the next. Judging by the way he was carrying himself, the retired former Chief Medical Director was intent on an evening for currying favour. Which meant bending Twilight’s ear with the most asinine prattle (Twilight's words) for so long he would end up lying in bed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, rubbing his stomach with the other, grumbling to himself, until Yor came to bed, at which point he would move from lying against his pillow to resting his head in her lap as she read until he finally fell asleep.

But Yor — despite Gorey saying he would not be attending — had planned for this! She stole through the room, slipping easily between her guests, intercepting Gorey when he was feet away from Twilight. “Doctor Gorey! How lovely you were able to come in the end,” Yor said, stepping directly into his path. She clasped her hands in front of her, and gave him her biggest smile. “I was so sorry when we received your regrets, as I had actually actually planned to introduce you to someone this evening.”

“Mrs Forger,” Gorey greeted. He’d been trying — very rudely! — to look past her towards Twilight as she spoke, but at the mention of an introduction, he refocused. “I — well, yes my plans changed. And I thought I would see my good friend Loid —” She knew Twilight wasn’t openly listening but she also knew exactly what it felt like to have his focused attention: it had been steady from the moment she had started to move through the room. At Gorey’s casual familiarity, Twilight’s attention sharpened irritably, even as she could still hear him speaking pleasantly. Since he retired, he insists on calling me Loid, Twilight had said testily the last time this happened. At that point, Yor had put her book aside, and set her fingers to her husband’s temples, half listening as he went on and half formulating this exact plan.

“Ahh, Loid will very much want to see you,” Yor said apologetically. Lie, she sing-songed to herself. “But I really do need to introduce you. Oh, and the gentleman in question is just over here! He’s been keen to meet you ever since Loid sung your praises a few weeks ago. If you’ll come with me?”

Gorey made one more attempt to look past her — but Yor tipped her head, letting her hair fall to obscure his view. And it was clear he was very tempted by the prospect of flattery. “Well,” he finally said, puffing up his chest. “If you insist.”

“You’re doing me such a favour, Doctor Gorey,” Yor gushed.

As Gorey turned in the direction she indicated, Yor looked over her shoulder, meeting Twilight’s eyes. He didn’t smile outright, but she knew that slight curve to his lips, the way his eyes shone at her.

Quickly, before Gorey might notice, Yor winked, and blew him a kiss.

Like he had in the beginning — so adorable! — Twilight ducked his head ever so slightly, such that only she would notice, a faint flush touching his cheeks, before he turned his attention back to the people he was speaking with. Yor fell into step beside Gorey, feeling like she might be glowing just a little bit.

After Yor had set Gorey talking to a WISE agent she had roped into the ploy — with apologies! — Yor took a moment to survey the room. And if her eyes lingered on her husband —

“You two are still doing that, huh.”

Yor turned to Sylvia, who had come up beside her, wine glass in hand. “Hm?” Yor asked.

“I still remember when he came in to tell me you’d incorporated that gesture as something of a coded message into your field work.” Yor blinked at her, and Sylvia smiled — smiling regularly and openly was still new for her, and Yor always warmed to see it. It was very clear that retirement was treating her well, even if she had banned any congratulations under threat of unleashing her worst (although Yor had heard rumour that Nightfall had taken Sylvia on a beach holiday). But she knew Twilight had been worried about what she might do with herself: Yor would have to tell him later on how well she looked. Sylvia indicated Twilight across the room with a tip of her glass. “That was when I knew.”

“Knew? What did you know?”

What Sylvia hadn't lost was a tendency for speaking in riddles. At least that's what it sometimes felt like to Yor: as though she were missing half the context and had to piece everything together through obscure clues. She supposed that's what happened if one spent most of their life in espionage. Her eyes flicked to Twilight again: Anya was looking conspiratorial beside him and something she said made him laugh. Involuntarily, Yor smiled, swayed a little towards them.

Or, she corrected, losing one's smile was what happened if one spent most of their life in espionage, without the benefit of a confidante outside of that life. Although, she supposed she was really more beside that life, than outside of it. But still!

“In his earliest honeypot missions,” Sylvia answered (hopefully), “I’d have to coach him through doing the romantic things. Wine, flowers,” Sylvia waved a hand, “The cliches that are usually good enough early on in a courtship. Later, longer assignments might require he have more nuance, gifts more specifically tailored to his targets,”Sylvia slid a sly glance to Yor at this, and despite herself, Yor felt herself blush. Twilight treating Yor as he would a target had never really worked as planned. “But for the work he was doing at that point in his career, barely more than a rookie, the cliches would typically have been fine. Except he was terrible at them. At almost everything else, he was exemplary, almost annoyingly so, honestly. But he struggled with the…” Sylvia swirled the wine in her glass as she considered. “The softer? Squishier? Things.”

“Lovey-dovey,” Yor suggested softly, remembering.

Sylvia cut her another glance. Her smile was a little knowing. “Sure. Lovey-dovey. He would under-do it to the point it would risk the mission and I’d have to step in to force the issue.” She shook her head, took a sip of her drink. “He got better at it obviously. Though he still tended to rely on charm and other tactics where possible... Then he appeared one day, shortly after you two began joint field work. Reported to me about a new coded message: you'd started blowing kisses to one another.” That surprised Yor a little, though it shouldn’t have. Sylvia says shortly after we started working together but… I wonder when exactly it actually was… Knowing Twilight, it could easily have been after the first time, in anticipation. But it may also not have been until after they’d shared their feelings with one another. Or that first time Yor had been aware that Twilight had come close to death. Or the first time Twilight had been aware of Yor coming close to death… A dozen other possibilities came to mind. She would ask him. Sylvia went on, “I didn't need details, I didn't need to pry; he was our best. He knew that and so did I. But I asked him to clarify. What did it mean? When and why and under what contexts could blowing kisses work in the field?” Sylvia laughed. “When I tell you he gave me the stormiest look — insofar as he emoted outwardly at all. I hadn't seen even the shadow of an expression like that since the earliest days of his training.”

Yor smiled a little. “He couldn't say what it meant?”

“What he managed to describe was nearly nonsense. He essentially told me that it meant: This or that, depending on context, depending on mission. You two just understood. That was enough, leave it alone.” Sylvia shook her head. “And that's why I knew. Because he was a master of communication, verbal, non-verbal, subtle gestures, doublespeak, whatever a mission called for or an ally needed. But he also valued precision. A specific gesture that meant different things nearly every time it was used? That's sloppy. That's risky.” Sylvia's amusement deepened, her eyebrow raised pointedly. “Unless, of course, there's an intimacy there, which all but mitigated the risk.”

“Hmm…” Yor raised a hand to her chin, looked across the room to where Twilight was listening intently to Becky. Becky had long shed her crush on Twilight, but she still liked to ask his opinion on things. In much the same way she still met with Yor to brush up on her self-defence skills whenever she was back in Berlint from university. It was sweet. Yor smiled slightly.

He felt her gaze; of course he did. It was only a flicker, his eyes darting to meet Yor's. It was enough.

Sylvia had it wrong. Yor understood exactly what Twilight hadn't said — there really was only one meaning. She would ask him, later, why he wasn't more specific with Sylvia. Had he not known then? Or had he not anticipated her probe? Had he wanted to keep it personal, even back then, when he had thought he couldn't have anything personal? Something else? Yor had her suspicions.

Standing beside Sylvia, remembering Twilight at that time, she could see the logic of his deflection. She supposed one could say that the meaning differed a little, after all, the context resulted in courses of action specific to the where and the when and the why. But at the end of the day, through the dozens (or hundreds? She would ask Twilight later; he would remember) of times they blew kisses to one another, in missions and in life, the meaning really was always just the same.

Don't worry. I have this. I have you. Trust me.

Or, she supposed there was one progression… It really hadn't been too long before it had really meant

Trust us.

All at once, she felt too far away. Yor turned her attention back to Sylvia, smiled brightly. She had learned something of deflection, too, over the years. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she said sincerely. “And I suppose… I suppose it was something that just... worked. We didn’t really explain it to ourselves, either.”

Sylvia gave her a long, searching look. “Heh,” she murmured, looking into her glass before downing the last sip. “So he's taught you a few tricks then.” Yor felt her eyes widen and Sylvia laughed. “Go on, I can see you want to go to him.”

Once upon a time, Yor might have felt embarrassed, for her feelings, for being so obvious, for being a little rude in being so obvious. But what was the point? Sylvia was a good friend; they were surrounded by good friends or people they trusted well enough. Well, except for Doctor Gorey and the target of WISE's operation. But both of them were presently and thoroughly engaged, and no worry of hers.

She let her affection for Sylvia shine through on her face. Just as Sylvia's eyebrows rose a fraction in surprise — hehe! Success! — Yor winked.

Then she crossed the room, stepped lightly into place beside Twilight. His arm came around her before he even turned to her. Yor took the moment to smile in greeting to Anya and Becky, then slid her arm around his waist in turn. When he looked down at her, she beamed up at him.

“Hi, love,” Twilight murmured, handsome as ever with some grey at the temples and a few lines at the corners of his eyes. His beloved eyes, warm and smiling with welcome. There was a question there, about Sylvia, about Gorey, but she would tell him about that later.

“Hi!” Yor chirped. And — ignoring how Anya said Eugh! Mama! — she rose to her toes, gave a quick peck to the edge of his mouth.

At his raised eyebrows when she dropped back down to her heels, Yor winked, and blew him a kiss.

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For the @twiyorbase fluff fest✨ On the topic of "Fall in love"

I'm not getting anything done again ahaha. And again I'm late everywhere

Scene from "Pride and Prejudice"

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY) Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pregnancy, Twilight loves his family, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Omegaverse, Soulmates, Soulmates AU, Happy Ending, A hint of spice, Implied Sexual Content, Twiyor Fluff Weekend Series: Part 2 of Twiyor Omegaverse Summary:

With an expecting wife, a baby on the way, and a daughter that needs his attention, Agent Twilight feels torn between his work as a spy and his family. It’s time to make a decision.

Part of the Love Is…

For Twiyor Fluff Weekend, organized by @twiyorbase​

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Day 1: blushing

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for twiyor fluffy weekend! these will be all AUs

day #1: eden (blushing)

day #2: babysitter (fall in love)

day #3: assassin twilight (i choose you and me)

day #4: we'll see 🫶

thank you for this wonderful event!

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the pretty girl and her fan ✨️

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with you, all in tangles (+1)

3 times Yor blows kisses to Twilight and one time Twilight blows a kiss to Yor

For the @twiyorbase fluff fest! No content warnings, T-rating; manga spoilers. One chapter per day matching the daily prompts. Today's prompt: I choose you and me. Li'l bit of spice towards the end of this one. <- Part two (2)

Standing anxiously by the dining table, Yor fretted, looking at Yuri through the serving hatch into the kitchen where he was busy with — something. She wasn't even sure what challenge he’d given Twilight this time around, only that it wasn't going as Yuri wanted.

It never did. Always doomed to failure. Twilight had at least a decade’s experience on Yuri, countless undercover missions where he’d learned countless and often quite random skills… Yor sighed. She didn’t blame Yuri, not really. He didn’t know the truth about Twilight. And the circumstances of their marriage were strange. But also it had been months now (!) and would this just be what it was like for the rest of their lives?!

Yuri had turned his back on Twilight to do something, and Twilight took the opportunity to catch her attention. He raised an eyebrow at her, and Yor's eyes widened. She resisted the urge to cover her face with her hands, mouthed desperately, I'm so sorry! 

But Twilight shook his head, mouthed, It's all right, Yor, back to her. She tried to make her face into an expression that would show she believed him, but going by the way the furrow between his brows had appeared, she obviously failed.

As she tried to think of what to do — how could she end this when Yuri tried to keep her out of it? Even though it was apparently about caring (?) for (??) her (???) ?! —

Twilight glanced at Yuri, still facing away, and then Twilight…

Twilight winked at her. Raised his hand to his lips, kissed his fingers, and blew her the kiss.

Pure shining delight bubbled through her. She covered her mouth but still a giggle escaped. She couldn't fight her smile. Oh, but she loved him so dearly. Twilight flashed a grin, his eyes twinkling at her, and he winked again just as Yuri whirled around.

"Why are you smiling like that?" he demanded of Yor. "Why are you blushing?!" He turned on Twilight: "What's with that smug expression?!" Yor glanced at Twilight, who was looking near-perfectly neutral once more, and what emotion he allowed to bleed through would be better described as long-suffering than smug.

But Yuri wasn't done. Something occurred to him, making him blanch, nearly shouting, "Were you doing something lewd?!"

"Yuri!" It was rare Yor lost her temper fully with him, but any time he commented on her intimacy with Twilight — which admittedly, Yuri's comments were older than their intimacy, older than any of their intimacies, particularly in the context of how long their marriage had supposedly existed. But all of the intimacies she shared with Twilight were still just a little bit tender, and they were sweet, and so very, very hard won for them both, and that made everything all the more precious to her! She didn't like Yuri implying the physical things they did together were bad, or sordid, or something to be embarrassed or ashamed about — !

This was overdue, she knew it was, but Yuri would just need to learn, even if her lesson was coming late. "That’s enough, Yuri! If you can't keep your rude questions to yourself, then you have to go!"

He immediately turned contrite, but Yor remembered these kinds of turns from when he had started to test boundaries in adolescence. If she relented now, again, he would never stop. She had already relented far too often. 

"No," Yor took careful hold of his shoulders and guided him to the door as he begged her forgiveness. But that was part of the problem, wasn't it? Only trying to do right by her, never ever making any attempt with Twilight. Never understanding that now to do right by her, he needed to respect her husband, too. She put her foot down. "You can come back when you have an apology for Loid."

"Aw, Siiiiiiis!"

"Out!"

Leaning against the door shut behind him, she heard Yuri muttering in the hall, arguing with himself about apologizing, before finally swearing and stomping away. She sighed. She didn't want to stay like this for long... Yes. She would go visit him tomorrow, and have a proper conversation. As it was…

Yor looked over at Twilight, who had come to the edge of the kitchen, watching her. He raised his eyebrows at her — Are you okay? —

"I’m sorry," she said in lieu of answering the unspoken question. "I don't know why he gets so worked up."

But he waved off her apology, and didn't press her for an answer. Instead, after a short pause, he said thoughtfully, "Something lewd..."

"Oh god. I really am sorry."

"No, I mean, I think he was onto something."

"Eh?" Yor blinked. Then looked more closely at Twilight.

The exasperation was gone. His eyes were still twinkling at her like they had when he’d blown her the kiss, and with that memory came a renewed bubble of joy that brought fresh warmth to her cheeks. And... beneath the twinkle in his eyes, there was a rising intent she recognized, that her body immediately responded to. She bit her lip, shifting her weight as the space between them charged. His tongue appeared, wet his lips as soon as her eyes fell to his mouth.

He made a show of checking his watch when Yor took a step towards him. "Yuri's left early,” he said, reaching for her, “Anya won't be home for another fifty minutes," his voice was low and inviting. He pulled her close. "Time enough for one or two lewd things."

Yor stretched her arms up around his neck. “Do you have any ideas?”

Twilight ducked his head, whispered in her ear, heat spilling through her as he answered. “What do you think?” he murmured, warm breath dusting her neck, his hands slipping under the fabric of her sweater.

“Hmmmm.” Her breath hiccuped when his fingers glanced up the line of her spine. She rose to her toes, whispered her own ideas in his ear as he bowed his head to her.

Twilight cleared his throat, leaned back a little, holding her waist. “We're at an impasse of good ideas.”

Yor pulled her arms back, skimmed her hands over the rounds of his shoulders. “Should we negotiate?”

“Something lewd from both sides?”

“Something adult,” she suggested, tracing her fingers just under the band of his trousers.

“Something wicked.” His thumbs pressing circles into the skin of her sides, distracting.

Yor was a little breathless, “Something fun.”

Twilight let out a soft breath. “I was taking fun for granted.” He sounded so assured, so at ease, so tempting. With a rush of hungry affection, Yor surged up onto her toes, sunk one of her hands into his hair to keep him close, and kissed him deeply.

His arms around her waist, Twilight mumbled, "Forty-three minutes now," into the kiss, and Yor broke away.

"Oh no," she breathed, "And we still have to negotiate." She laughed, leaning back, trusting his hold.

Twilight kissed the underside of her jaw. "I think I'll acquiesce to all demands," he murmured, mouthing down her throat.

"Oh! Well tha—ah! Twilight — that's not very f-fair to you —"

"Yor," Twilight sighed impatiently.

What am I thinking?! "You're right!" Immediately extracting herself from his hold, she took his hand. “Thank you for being so generous in defeat,” she added, pulling him along as she hurried towards their bedroom.

“Mmm, only this time,” Twilight qualified lightly, following close, the fingers of his free hand warm with pressure on her lower back.

“Ooh, I look forward to being thoroughly bested next time then,” she replied brightly, tripping into their room when he crowded up behind her. With a breathless laugh, Yor reached around Twilight to close the door after them.

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For the @twiyorbase fluff fest✨ Day 1: Blushing.

Twilight didn't expect such a charming reaction from Yor to the flowers he gave her💞

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There is movement to his left. Swift and sudden and close, too close. Loid jolts, a burning hit of adrenaline crashing into his system. He tugs Anya behind him, his senses crackling ablaze. 

Yor has emerged from the kitchen, silent in that jarring, episodic way of hers. She wears the peculiar expression he’s seen from her a handful of times - flat, dark, penetrating - as if someone has snuffed the flickering warmth from behind her eyes, leaving her hollowed. Her movements are stiff, yet fluid, graceful and ghoulish. Long, pale fingers are wound tight around the hilt of a sinister-looking chef’s knife.

Loid swallows, reigning himself in. A prickle climbs the column of his spine, fine hairs rising along its path at the base of his neck. He hadn’t sensed her approach, not until she was within arm’s reach. Killing distance, a weapon in hand.

Soft, Twilight. You’re losing your edge.

He draws up to his full height. Keeps his sight trained on Yor out of pure instinct, even as she finds him in the shadows, and those ominous features shift back into the woman he married.

Even in near total darkness, her eyes are the color of cherry wine.

This woman is going to be the death of you. 

The thought doesn’t unnerve him in the way that it should. 

“What happened, Loid?” 

“Not sure,” he answers, pressing a palm to the back of his neck, willing the gooseflesh to recede. “There’s a flashlight in the drawer by the kitchen sink. I’m just going to step out and see what’s going on.”

Yor nods in response, taking hold of Anya’s hand. 

Trust is a foreign concept to a spy. A human compulsion trained out of them at the earliest opportunity. And yet it is surprisingly easy for him to step away, to turn his back and cross to the pair of double glass doors that separate their living space from the outside world. 

He is well aware of the kitchen knife still within the grasp of Yor’s free hand. He knows her curious strength, has witnessed her unusual talent with a blade. Still, he turns away, and his wife has every opportunity to sink the cold steel into his back, his neck, the base of his skull. She could end him - clean and effortless - and the greatest spy in Westalis wouldn’t even have time to react. 

Trust is a foolish, fatal mistake. One he makes consciously, deliberately, and without second thought.

Perhaps you would be happy to die at her hands, Agent Twilight. 

Loid pauses, studying the rain-flecked world beyond the glass. The bite of sharpened steel never comes.

- this WIP is taking too damn long, have a second teaser (first teaser can be read here)

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Contribution for Twiyor Fluff Weekend

Prompt: Fall In Love