#yor forger isn’t scared of death - death is scared of HER

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Not Worried - Spy x Family Oneshot

“Aren’t you worried…about not coming home?”

It had only been a few weeks since their secrets had been accidentally uncovered in a mission gone wrong, and Loid (Agent Twilight - a spy for Westalis Intelligence) and Yor (Thorn Princess - a secret assassin) were still getting the hang of their new normal. Loid watched on from the couch, a few mission documents he no longer had to keep hidden left in front of him on the coffee table, as Yor gave herself emergency first aid in the kitchen. He had moved to get up to help but she insisted that the obvious gunshot wound on her arm wasn’t worth the trouble and that she could handle it.

And he had been skeptical because it was Yor. Not that he didn’t have faith in her, but… Well, he didn’t have much confidence in her stitching abilities. Despite that, she entered the living room after a few minutes, bandaged and bloodied, and plunked down in his usual chair.

And that was when he asked the question.

Yor frowned, her ruby eyes flitting to Anya’s closed door. The little girl should be sound asleep by now, blissfully unaware of the true nature of her parents’ jobs.

“No,” she replied simply.

Loid raised an eyebrow. “Yor… I know you have great skill,” he began cautiously, “But that doesn’t change the fact that your job is dangerous. You mean to tell me that you aren’t worried that there could be a night where you don’t come home?”

Yor shrugged. “I know there is always a chance, Loid,” she sighed, “And I truly would feel awful if my last thoughts are that Anya would lose another mother. But that is also why I’m not worried.”

He frowned in confusion. “But…”

“Loid.” She was serious, now. Her eyes had hardened and were sharp as flint, her entire being radiating powerful determination. “I’m not worried about being killed on the job,” she stated in a low tone he had come to call her “Thorn Princess” voice, “I’m not worried because if I ever die then I swear on my very soul I will claw my way out of Hell to return to you and Anya. Nothing will keep me from my family, not even Death.”

The funny thing Loid had been learning about Yor is, despite how insane that declaration was, he believed it. Because if anyone could look the Reaper square in the face and tell them to fuck off, it was Yor Forger.

And it…hurt. Because he wished he could say the same. He was painfully aware that once his mission was over, then he will likely be forced to leave. Having a family would only get in the way of being a spy. Even if his wife turned out to be an assassin - or, it may be because his wife was an assassin. (It was still too early to tell if it was a good or bad thing yet.)

Yor was willing to stand up to the lords of the underworld to return to the people she has come to call family, while Loid… Twilight…

He couldn’t even tell Handler that she had left a tag on her new jacket.

He also cast a longing glance at Anya’s door, feeling guilt boil uncontrollably in his chest. Yor noticed, and reached across the gap between them to gently take his hand that was on the armrest of the couch. She ran her thumb over his knuckles, leaving a little smear of blood that was probably hers.

“Let’s just focus on living right now, not in the future,” she suggested, “One job at a time.”

He managed to eke out a small smile, meeting her beautiful eyes and once more feeling his spirits lift. “Alright, I can do that,” he relented.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in each other’s company, until something she said finally registered with Loid.

“You assume you’re going to Hell?” he demanded, unable to hide the shock in his voice. Yor was the nicest person he’d ever met! She was so good to Anya, so thoughtful and warm and helpful! Why would she ever think that—

He glanced back at her to discover she had pulled out one of her stilettos, still stained with some blood, and was idly twirling it in one hand with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh. Right.”

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# *  𝕷𝖞𝖗𝖆  𝕪𝕠𝕠����   “𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚜.”

( moon gayoung ; cis-female ; she/her ; rises the moon by liana flores )  hey, look! isn’t that LYRA YOON? the 27 year old WITCH ( NOX COVEN ) is known to be CONSCIENTIOUS and DISSONANT. they’ve been in town for TWO YEARS and always remind me of FOCUSED EYES, SU NLIGHT SEEPING THROUGH THE CURTAINS, WALLS COVERED IN ARTWORK. 

basics 🌙

name: lyra yoon

age: 27

gender + pronouns: cis-female, she/her

species: witch

sexuality: bisexual

height: 169 cm ( 5 ft 7 )

hair : black, straight, if she has time and energy she’ll make some soft waves. for work she ties them into a loose bun, although her hair doesn’t really bother her when she’s drawing.

eye color: dark brown

deep dive

character inspiration: kim myunghee ( youth of may ), lee everett ( the walking death ), inej ghafa ( six of crows ),  yor forger ( spy x family ), asami sato ( the legend of korra )

moral alignment: true neutral

TBA

biography 🦋

☾   her first memories are tainted, her mother’s arms wrapped around her, her voice soothing her as lyra clings to her. it is just a bad dream, that’s what her mother tells her and she closes her eyes again, believing that she’d forget about it soon.

☾  however, her bad dreams don’t stop. she’s dying, gasping for air in every of them. they’re nightmares. a premonition ? or memories ? it doesn’t matter, these dreams consume her, her own weakness scaring her. and somehow she’d get used to it, watching herself die or witnessing herself living a lie so foreign from her own. yet, the fear is always there: endangering the people around her by what it seems her own doomed fate.

☾  there’s only one solution, becoming strong enough to protect everyone she loves. she isn’t naturally talented at magic as she wishes to be but she’s willing to put effort into it. unlike her little sibling, carefree as a child is supposed to be, lyra is spending most of her days on becoming better, only exhaustion putting her to sleep.

☾ yet, nothing could have prepared her for what would come. it weren’t efforts in vain, just lack of time meeting an inevitable fate. bright red blood appearing so misplaced in a house was supposed to be filled with her family’s warm presence. her mother’s soothing voice, fading into her last words. the wide eyes of her little sister staring at her, as if she was asking lyra to tell her that perhaps she was trapped in one of her nightmares.

☾  but this wasn’t a dream she’d wake up from, it was a new reality perhaps even worse than any nightmare she’d ever have. so she’s running, always running away from what she believes is her fate. if she can’t save herself, she needs to protect her sister.

personality ☀

despite a rather cold demeanor, lyra is quite a loyal ( if her trust is gained ) and caring person. since a young age, she’s learned to be independent, yet her sheltering herself from the outside world resulted into her sometimes being a little insensitive or blunt , thus the assumption of her being standoffish. 

positive: + loyal, + independent, + conscientious, +observant

negative. -blunt, -idealistic, -reserved, -dissonant

additional info 🎠

♡  ashwick had been the place she stayed at the longest. before she’d moved around quite a lot always fearing that something might happen. the slightest hint, causing her to panic and pack all her things leaving no trace.

♡ one of the reasons of her having stayed in ashwick so long is the serum. she believes in the rumor that it might make someone invincible. however, she doesn’t want it for herself but for her sister 

♡ she’s fiercely protective over her sister. sometimes even a little overbearing. she even picked up the habit of staying up late, just she could make sure that her sister would fall asleep before her. hence, she’s often sleep deprived.

♡ she believes in signs, symbols, fate etc. you name it. of course being a witch, there are certain things one believe in but it’s more of the small things, that almost make her appear ovelrly superstitious such as refusing to live a house which address includes the number 13 or opening an umbrella indoors.

♡ she’s teaching art ( her source of income ). she always had interest in drawing as it always calmed her down and helped her to “keep track” of her dreams etc. 

♡ still uses a flip phone for the simple reason she doesn’t see any reason to upgrade her phone and waste any money on a phone that might not last as long as her old phone.. ( and perhaps she’s afraid too appear like an old person when she’d need to adjust to a never phone ) 

♡ has an enchanted piece of jewelry gifted to her by her mother. it’s a necklace and it helps her with her nightmares as it lessens their frequency. 

wanted connections  ☂

friend or foe. someone who is trying to get close to her. due to lyra’s wary nature she believes that they only want to get close to her because they want something from her or try to harm her or her sister. however, this person actually simply wants to befriend her. 

best friend: even someone like lyra has a best friend. perhaps they’ve gotten close when lyra moved to ashwick or they were friends before and have reunited.

person somehow related to her parents’ death ( supernatural ) : pretty self-explanatory. they might know something about the cirucmstances leading to her family’s death or perhaps they even know who did it. 

people taking art lessons from her.

enemies: lyra isn’t the type actively looking to get into arguments. yet, she can be blunt or even mean if she wants to, and this person and her just don’t get along. 

any relationship with people from her coven ( nox coven ) 

ETC !!! Honestly, i’m down for everything !!!! PLS