ALIAS | loid forger x reader / agent twilight x reader [spyxfamily]

7

"What's going on? Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

Love.

"I was playing a game," I started to explain, omitting as much detail as possible, "and fell in the dirt."

He cocked his head to the side and looked over to my eyes. In my juvenile years, I wasn't necessarily as good as hiding the truth as I am now.

"That's all?" He inquired. "What game makes you run and hurt yourself that badly?"

Silence.

"It wasn't one of those idiotic war games you keep playing, was it?"

More silence filled the room as I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. I looked at my mother instead, who kept working as if she did not want to be involved in the conversation. My father clicked his tongue behind his teeth as a newfound wave of frustration overcame him.

His booming voice echoed throughout the thin walls of the house. He yelled at me, telling me I should have no desire to involve myself in war and berated my childish ignorance. Each time he started a new sentence, his voice got louder and I flinched slightly.

Rage.

My mother tried to intervene. She seemed to always be speaking on my behalf, defending me and my antics although she was disappointed herself. There was only one thing that truly made her capable of that.

Love.

I grew up believing that love could not come without rage. My father scolded me out of love, but expressed it with rage. My mother instinctually reacted with rage, but doused it with love. They apparently loved each other, but only displayed rage towards one another. I never realized love could exist on its own and be gentle.

Not until I met Y/n.

Last night, I expected her to scold me. I had shown up on the doorstep hours after I said I'd be home with no update as to where I was. I had gotten blood on the doormat and left a jagged trail of red footsteps from the door to the bathroom. I was careless and let my guard down enough to the point where not only did an assassin ambush me, but nearly kill me. I might've even jeopardized the mission by having to stay out of commission for a few days.

All of that, and yet she never expressed any sort of anger towards me despite how much she deserved to.

I've never had someone care for me the way she did. To truly commit to helping someone—not for personal gain, but out of the purity of one's own heart—is something I can respect. To teach me that the love my parents shared is not the only way to show love is equally as admirable.

If this is the type of love she shared with Ophelia during her upbringing, it's no wonder she could never bring herself to be mad at her for leaving the country. Truth be told, after last night, I owe her everything I can offer.

"Loid?" Her voice called out from the kitchen. It was still early in the morning, and based on the lack of commotion coming from the room, Anya was probably still asleep.

"Loid~" she called again in a sing-song voice. "Are you awake yet? Oh— wait you probably shouldn't raise your voice— okay, um, wait a bit, I'll come to you! Don't strain your voice!"

A few pans clattered and the burning stove shut off as she hastily made her way into the room. She greeted me at the doorframe with flour on her cheek, clothes, and a bit in her hair. I smiled at the sight.

"Oh, Loid!" She exclaimed, seeing me sitting up in bed already. "Good morning! Hey, listen, I'm trying to make breakfast but it might take a while, but it's okay! I started early since I anticipated this. See? I'm being proactive," she said, turning to the clock on the wall. She was right, it was only seven in the morning.