A Hand Left Ungloved Spy x Family Fanfic (Twilight & Yor) by MythboundCal
The mission is over.
The wine is half-drunk.
The silence is domestic—not tense, not forced. Just… unfamiliar.
Twilight (Loid, tonight) sits on the edge of the sofa, gloved hands resting in his lap. Yor stands in the kitchen, arms crossed loosely, like she’s remembering how to stay in her own body.
The clock ticks.
And then— “I’m not used to this,” she says quietly.
Loid looks up. “To what?”
Her eyes flick to his hands. Still gloved. Still tidy. Still perfectly rehearsed.
“You don’t flinch when I reach for you anymore,” she murmurs.
He doesn’t move.
Not because he’s cold. But because he’s unsure whether she means it as a compliment… or a concern.
She steps closer. Her voice lowers—not for secrecy, but softness.
“I notice things,” she says. “Even when I pretend I don’t.”
The lights buzz faintly. The city outside exhales.
Loid takes off one glove.
Just one. Slowly.
And places his hand, bare and warm, on the table between them.
“I flinched because I’m not used to kindness,” he says.
Yor nods. Then, after a moment, sets her hand beside his. She doesn’t touch. Not yet.
“That makes two of us.”
Another silence. But this one settles.
Loid studies her fingers—scarred in places, elegant in others. Hands that could kill. Hands that have saved. Hands that, right now, tremble just a little.
“I’m not a good man,” he says.
She smiles. Sad. Honest.
“Neither am I.”
Their hands touch. Lightly. Not a promise. Not yet.
Just… honesty. Finally.
And somewhere upstairs, Anya stirs in her sleep—smiling, probably—without knowing why.
