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Twilight's eyes shoot open when he's awakened just minutes after forcing himself to fall asleep by the sound of his bedroom window slowly sliding up.
Naturally, he's quick to grab the gun under his pillow, carefully waiting for the intruder to completely enter the dark room.
And when the heel(?) of the intruder's shoe gently touches the floor, Loid springs to action, planning to knock the figure out with his gun, but they quickly dodge it and grab his wrist with strength that causes him to twitch and almost release the gun in his hand.
He snatches his hand back and barely blocks the kick that comes flying toward his head, yet he's too slow because he feels his feet being swept up from under him not even a second later.
He falls onto his back with a painful groan. It's hard to see in the dark with the moonlight barely peeking into the room, but it's easy for him to identify a tall heel to grab. However, that proves to be a bad idea because his finger tips barely brush his assailant's ankle before being crushed under a heel.
He hisses in pain as the figure removes their hand, and suddenly he feels a weight on top of him that feels like… a very familiar set of thighs straddling him.
But he has no time to think about it because something sharp is against his neck. His eyes narrow. There's no way an intruder would be able to block any of his attacks so fast. Just who-
"What is wrong with you, Twilight?"
The voice is high and panting.
He blinks, and finally, as if the moon decides to settle in front of the window to cast light inside, he sees a familiar set of red eyes staring right at him, something between annoyance and nervousness settled across her face.
"Princess?"
He forgets all about the piece of gold material pointed at his neck.
She frowns. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He blinks.
He'd never heard Thorn Princess curse, even when he had done something to purposely piss her off.
"Why the hell did you break into my apartment?" is what he childishly shoots back, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
Yor squeezes her thighs against him. "I didn't break in?" She sounds genuinely confused. "I always enter through your window. That's why you leave it unlocked."
"Yes, but not while I'm sleeping at 3 am in the morning."
"S-Sorry." She apologizes quietly. "You're usually up around this time and I know you rarely sleep, so I thought…"
He shifts under her weight. "I don't fault you for thinking so, but usually I'm working or… with you."
He and Thorn Princess had an unusual relationship.
Crossing paths on rooftops during missions had become a normal occurrence for them. It was always a rooftop, rarely ever anywhere else, but their meetings weren't that friendly.
At first.
It wasn't unusual for him to point a gun at her head or for her to point one of her golden stilettos at his throat until a small trickle of blood would drip down the front of his neck, but it became a tiring routine.
He didn't know when it had shifted, but one night he kissed her.
He kissed her, and instead of meeting his end from one foolish action, the assassin had reciprocated, planting a long, dizzying kiss on his lips as he melted under the touch of her fingers on his face.
For the longest, he thought it was a one-off thing until each kiss every night after that became longer, hands became touchier, and clothes had started to touch the floor.
Eventually, it would always lead back to his current place of residence, and it wasn't unusual for her to find him when they completed their missions to finish what was started on a rooftop.
Somehow, that transformed into her staying the night, and sometimes they'd talk. It was average small talk, but any time it would start treading that dangerous line toward feelings and intimate thoughts, one of them would always excuse themselves.
Personal conversations aren't really their thing.
Yor pulls back her stiletto from his neck and once again apologizes. "I didn't mean to. Sorry. Really…"
Twilight notes it's an odd reaction because he'd never heard Thorn Princess so quiet and apologize so many times in a row before to him.
In fact, it's the way she keeps clenching and unclenching her thighs, the way her hand is shaking as she holds her stiletto, and the slight paleness of her face that causes him to raise concern.
At this time, he also notices she's in her pajamas - a yellow, oversized T-shirt and red pants. Her hair is everywhere, sticking up in different places, as if she'd run her hands through her hair in a frazzled state.
Softly, he calls:
"Princess."
Yor visibly loosens the hold on her stiletto. Just slightly. "What?" she answers, and he hears the crack of her voice, although to any average listener, it would be perfectly steady.
She hears the crack too, the tremble in her voice, and already knows that she's fully exposed herself to Twilight.
Gently, he grabs her wrist and points the stiletto away from his neck. She doesn't move to snatch it away.
"You're nervous," he points out.
Her answer is hesitant, and she hates that she's having trouble finding words. "I… I'm not nervous."
Sowly, Twilight sits up and covers her hand with his own; an action to calm her jittering nerves. "Your shaking hand says otherwise."
"It's not shaking."
That's what she says, but from the look on her face, she knows her attempt at reassurance is futile.
"Come on."
He leans against the side of the bed, holding onto her waist as he adjusts their position. She's still sitting on his lap, but the hold of her thighs has loosened. "Tell me. What's wrong, Princess?" he asks.
"Nothing is wrong with me," she tries to lie, looking down at her hands. "I'm fine. Really."
Twilight lets out a small chuckle. "I'm a spy, Princess. You can't fool me."
"We don't talk about personal things. That's never been our thing…" Yor mumbles, squeezing her stiletto so tightly that her knuckles turn white.
"Then why did you come here?"
"Because…" She breathes through her nose slowly in an attempt to calm herself. "I… I…."
In all their time together, he'd never seen her so nervous, so he circles the back of her hand with his thumb in comfort. "You can tell me, Princess," he encourages her gently.
Yor is silent as her stiletto clatters to the floor. It's at that moment he realizes she's holding something tightly in her other hand.
She shifts, heart practically pounding against her ribcage, and gently places the damaged box in his other hand. "Here."
He grabs a hold of it and looks down to see a… a pregnancy test.
"This is…" He trails off, the words stuck in his throat. He feels his heart pick up in speed.
"It's positive," she mutters, but her voice is high and filled with worry.
"You're…" Twilight struggles to find any words. "You're pregnant?"
"I took three tests. That was the last one," she replies, seeming to sink into herself. She's doing her best to not just crumble. "I-I thought that maybe it was wrong, but then…"
She sucks in a sharp breath, and for the first time ever, he sees tears form in the corner of her pretty eyes. He'd seen Thorn Princess go through many emotions, but he'd never seen her on the brink of tears, ready to break down at any moment.
Twilight finds himself squeezing her hand because that's really all he can do while he processes the news and tries to get his thoughts together.
"Hey… I…" He's still struggling to form his own words, but his concern lies with the woman in front of him more than his own well-being.
"It's okay," he tells her, finally finding his voice. He places the test on the floor beside them. "It's okay, Princess."
That's all he can say.
"It's not okay," she tells him, and her voice starts to slowly become frantic. "How were we so reckless when we were using protection? I-I can't have a baby right now."
"Princess."
"Twilight, you can't have one either-"
"Princess."
" Fuck."
That's the first time he's ever heard her curse outside of the more unpredictable circumstances their professions often find them in, but he finally says, " Yor Briar."
She stops in the middle of her panicked rant, eyes wide with fear, and Twilight himself is freaking out inwardly, but he realizes he has to be the calm one in the moment for them both.
"What…?" she whispers.
"Breathe."
Yor does as he says, letting out a shuddered breath, and then leans her forehead against his shoulder. Her hands come up to curl into his shirt. "What am I going to do?"
"You mean what are we going to do," Twilight corrects her.
She raises her head and repeats, "W-We?" as if she's genuinely surprised.
"Of course." He frowns. "It's not something you'll be going through alone."
She runs her fingers through her hair. "I didn't… I wasn't sure how…"
"Don't make assumptions," he says.
She slides off of him and places herself right next to him instead. She brings her knees up to her chest and hugs them.
"Sorry," Yor apologizes quickly.
"Don't apologize either."
"Well, then, what do you want me to do?!" Yor snaps, and Twilight flinches. Immediately, she takes it back, guilt overriding her. "I-I didn't mean to-"
Slowly, he intertwines their fingers together. "It's a stressful situation. You have a right to be upset."
"I… I didn't mean to snap at you, Twilight, but I just feel so…" She swallows and quietly confesses, "I'm scared… I'm so scared."
"Hey. Look at me," Twilight commands her and she does. "We'll figure this out together."
She shakes her head. "But how?"
"What do you want to do?" Twilight asks her. He takes a hold of one of her hands, rubbing her knuckles in circles with his thumb once again. "That's what's most important."
"What do I want?"
"You're carrying a human being inside you. What I say has very little to do with it and I'll support whatever decision you decide to make," he assures her.
"Well, I... I can't afford to have a baby right now," Thorn Princess tells him. "I mean, I could, but…"
"Your job," he finishes for her.
"And your job…" she adds softly because it wouldn't only be her that was affected by their mistake. "You can't risk that."
"I know."
And she's right. He can't risk his job. What would he look like as one of the top agents having gotten a girl pregnant? On top of that, getting an assassin pregnant? His handler would have his head, but he finds that he cares very little about that at the moment.
He's more worried about the woman next to him panicking with worry.
"Sometimes you have to risk things," Twilight finally says. "But my own actions only depend on yours and what you'd like to do."
Yor swallows as she shifts. "I… I haven't really thought about it…" she answers truthfully.
She had come right away.
She didn't want to waste any time not telling Twilight about the baby no matter how nervous she was.
Her hand starts shaking again, and Twilight squeezes it.
"You don't have to rush your decision," he tells her. "If anything, you can decide later, but we have to decide before…"
He looks down at her flat stomach.
"I know… but I don't feel anything right now," she says.
"Feel what?"
"An attachment to this… to this baby," she admits truthfully. "I don't know what decision to make because I don't feel anything right now, Twilight. A-All I did was panic when I found out. I didn't even think about what could possibly come next. I just had to tell you and I…"
"You what?"
And he's known her long enough that he knows what she's going to say next.
She looks away. "It makes me sound awful."
"Hey." Twilight pulls at her hand and slowly guides her to settle between his legs. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears once again. "No matter whether you decide to keep the baby or not, you're not an awful person for it. People choose what's best for them in their situations. And for our situation… It's difficult, but it's up to you, and we'll figure out the rest together."
Yor squeezes his hand back tightly, and replies in a raspy voice, "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this."
She shakes her head, and he wonders if the tears will ever fall. "I-I wasn't even ready for my brother when I had to raise him all by myself, but a b-baby? I… I don't know if I can do it." She sucks in a breath. "God, Twilight. I can't ."
Twilight feels his own chest tighten because he'd never heard her sound so distraught before, and truthfully, part of him doesn't even know what to say. How is he supposed to answer that?
"What about you?"
He looks down at her. "What?"
"How do you feel about this?" Yor mumbles, leaning against his chest. She notes the acceleration of his heart.
"I…" Twilight lets out a shaky breath and throws his head back against the couch. He'd been avoiding how he felt himself, in favor of listening to Yor and making sure she was okay, but he doesn't know if he's okay. His feelings barely matter when he isn't the one carrying the fetus. "I'm… I'm scared too. Truthfully."
Yor doesn't look at him, simply staying in her position against his chest.
"Do you think that means we're not ready?" she asks, and he hears the deep concern laced in her voice. "Being scared? Not knowing how to feel yet?"
Twilight reaches up and rests his hands on her lower back as he continues to stare at the ceiling in ponder. "We'll truly never know until - if that time comes."
Yor doesn't answer because she knows he's right.
In fact, she never answers, and they sit silently in their positions on the floor. The only indication that Yor is awake is the way her fingers continuously curl and uncurl into the fabric of his shirt.
They sit like that for almost an hour. Her cheek to his chest and only the sounds of her soft breathing and the late night keeping him wide awake. His legs are numb, but he ignores the pain for Yor, occupying one of his hands by brushing it through her long tresses.
After an hour, Yor finally speaks up again.
"I think I'll keep the baby."
He waits for more, but she doesn't say anything or go into detail about how she'd come to her decision. He wonders, but he doesn't ask her and prefers to not force it out of her. She'll tell him eventually.
But Yor herself isn't completely sure about her decision either. She has the resources and the money, and even if she quit her night job, she has more than enough to take care of a child. It boils down to her own personal decision. Her fear came from her own nervousness and the consequences that would follow from a minor mistake made between her and a man who she had become close with physically.
But she thought to herself, if Twilight was by her side every step of the way, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And if she were to change her mind about it even tomorrow, then she knew he'd still be there.
It isn't a sure decision, but they'd figure out what to do along the way.
She pulls away and looks up at him. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah…" Twilight squeezes her hand to let her know she has nothing to be nervous about. "That's okay."
"Your job."
"It doesn't matter."
He'll deal with the consequences of his own actions later.
"Do you think we're right for this?"
"Perhaps you more than me," he answers her truthfully, giving her the smallest of smiles. "But… we can learn as we go. Together."
Yor leans back against him and wraps her arms around him; he wonders if she can hear the beating of his heart.
"I'd like that," she replies, her voice still small.
"Still scared?" he asks her.
"Yeah… And you are too."
"How do you know?"
"I can hear your heartbeat," she points out, but it's followed by a small chuckle.
There's a little more ease in her voice now.
"Yeah." He wraps his arms around her in return and laughs softly with her. "I am scared."
"Together, though… Right?"
"Together."
"Twilight?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"Always, Princess."