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m3talmunson · 1 year

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It started with babes. Babes is completely platonic right? Nothing out of the ordinary there. Eddie was known for being over dramatic, why would nicknames -or in this case, pet names- be any different?

Babes wasn't even that over the top, so why was Steve blushing like a school girl after it was said in passing?

Steve definitely knew why, although, he was going to pretend he didn't. But he knew, about himself, about Eddie. A couple months after spring break '86 Steve had a very enlightening talk with Robin about his feelings. Towards Munson. Those completely and totally platonic feelings.

And a couple weeks later, as though Eddie was so in tune with Steve's discovery, Eddie came out to Steve at a campfire with Robin and Nance. Those two had wandered off, Eddie made some comment about "Good for Robs," before realizing his mistake. That was, until Steve said "Yeah, good for Robs," and Eddie just had to ask.

"You know about her? Y'know..."

"What? Eddie? Of course! She's my best friend."

"And you're ok with it?" Eddie was kind of shocked. Great 'King' Steve wasn't going to sick the dogs on Hawkins Local Lesbian? And it seemed like he had known longer than Eddie?

"Yeah, when you survive hell and back enough it's pretty hard to hate anyone for being gay." Steve left off the part where he was also into guys. He knew Eddie was ok with that, clearly ok with Robin, but Eddie might not be ok with being the guy Steve was into.

"Oh. Well," Eddie didn't know if it was the couple beers he had downed, or his newfound safety with this big ol' group of misfits, but he was comfortable asking Steve, "What if I was like Robin too?"

"Are you?" Steve asked. He wasn't going to get his hopes up over hypotheticals, but he could admit he had feelings for the older boy. He wasn't sure what feelings to be honest,but he was figuring that out as he went. He just knew they were more than platonic.

"Well, technically I'm the opposite of Robin, y'know. Not attracted to women. But yeah, I am." Eddie stared into the camp fire, torn between hoping that it would eat him alive, or that it would simply stare back.

"Okay, thanks for trusting me." Steve responded, plain as day.

He had asked Robin, if someone were to come out to him (granted they were not just drugged by Russians), what would she have wanted to hear. And he finally got the chance to use it, seeing the way Eddie's shoulders dropped in relief.

"So you're like actually ok with it?"

"Like I said, been to hell and back with you, who you love doesn't mean a thing over that."

" Yeah," Eddie said,"But most straight guys don't like it when gay guys flirt relentlessly with them."

"We'll keep that one between us then, won't we?" Steve wasn't entirely ready to correct Eddie on the straight thing, so he just didn't acknowledge that part. He chose to ignore the blush rise on his face, blaming it internally on the heat of the fire.

He also tried to ignore that at that point, the nicknames picked up.

It started with babes. Then baby, which made Steve's brain flutter. Then sweetheart. Eddie only used that one when he wanted something, and yet Steve still loved it. Stevie was one of the fan favorites. Not really a pet name, but used just as lovingly as one. Sometimes Eddie held out the end, in a sing-song voice. Made Steve weak in the knees. Eddie knew what he was doing.

It was babe that made Steve do something about it. Eddie used sweetheart, baby, Stevie, around everyone. In front of the kids, on his various trips to Family Video (whether to buy or annoy, who knew). But babe. Babe was just for Steve and Steve alone.

So of course, the only logical order of events was for Steve to start using them back.

It started with babe, the obvious choice. Fight fire with fire, or whatever. The meaningless pet names ended with babes too.

Because after Eddie kissed Steve to shut him up, they suddenly had meaning.

#short n sweet cause ive been gone for too long #in more personal news! just got cast as one of my lifelong dream roles in theatre yesterday!#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steddie blurb #steddie drabble #steddie fanfic #steddie ficlet #pet names

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blue-sadie · 6 months

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A Dark Slumber

they accidentally hurt you when having a nightmare

Steven Grant

The nightmares only started after the whole experience death and finding out his purpose of living he felt used and betrayed, he couldn't stomach looking at marc for a while let alone talking to you about it but what hurt him most was his mother's death.

You both layed soundly in your bed the only noise was from the fish tank that released bubbles every few moments, it was peaceful well for you, Steven's nightmare started with his leg twitch then to his hands pulling at the covers, he started muttering words no one could understand.

He woke you up when he accidentally smacked you in your face making you squeaked out which made him sit up in alarmed by your noise, he'll look around frantically intill his eyes landed on you holding your cheek and he immediately knew what he did.

The first thing he did was ask if your ok he wouldn't come close to you unless you tell him it's ok, he would feel ashamed and full of guilt and breakdown he would tell you everything that's been on his mind mostly about the nightmares and of the things he saw when he died "i-ive just been so stuck in my mind I guess my feelings were just catching up to me"

Marc Spector

He always had nightmares from his childhood but they've never been this bad, after the countless missions he's done he would think that killing would get easier that the guilt feeling would subside but it never did it was actually getting the best of him sometimes.

You were pretty used to his slight movements and bumps in the night he was a restless sleep it was very rare when he had a peaceful slumber, his hands would grasp the blankets tightly his breathing uneven as he twist and turned.

You woke up gasping as you felt your air way close your hands immediately wrapped around his he would only wake up probly when you gasped out his name, he would immediately release your neck and stare blankly at his hands.

He would quickly raise fron the bed and refuse to get back in, you'd have to coax him back in after nights of him on the couch he would take alot of convincing and time to even touch you again the images of him strangling you crossing his mind everytime he comes into contact with your skin "I don't know what came over me it felt as if I lost control of my whole body it was... scary".

Jake Lockley

He never had dreams only nightmares but that hardly ever happened anyway since he normally stares up at the ceiling as you slept beside him, he'll do anything to stay awake the thought of sleeping repulsed him but it was actually the fear if what he'll see that stopped him.

He only closed his eyes for a minute only wanting a slight rest but that was quick to turn into a long slumber but that miracle turned sour as his body started to flinch and his rapid eye moments were frantic, his body thrashed around kicking the blankets off of him and he squirmed around.

The thing that woke you was when you came into contact with the ground the coldness and shock of the fall caused you to scream making him fling himself out of bed to your rescue but it took him a minute to figure out it was his doing that got you onto the floor.

He would profusely apologize and help you back into bed while cursing at himself in spanish as he took got back into bed, he would cuddle you whispering apologizes and praises while making internal promises to himself that he'll never sleep in your presence again afraid it would be worse next time "I'm so sorry mi amor I promise I'll get better"

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yua-nism · 7 months

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I saw your tags and I’m now very intrigued like what do you mean yuhan has the SHORTEST TRAGIC BACKSTORY?!?! JUST WHAT IS GOING ON?? like granted I should have known a game about devil cat butlers would have some angst and tragic backstories but god damn 😭😭

there was a miscalculation on my part and yuuhan's is in fact, not the one with the shortest backstory! however that's only because the others have yet to have their backstories be revealed. sorry for the late answer btw, exams have made me pretty tired.

ok so ill briefly explain a bit. this ties in to the requirement to become a devil butler that is, having felt so much despair that one feels like dying. normal people will be swallowed up by the devils they contract with. the despair essentially acts like chains for the devil. so to talk about their pasts in the Briefest Way Possible (lie):

miyaji has beef with lucas on the surface but really it's because he still can't get over the fact that lucas decided to save him from the verge of death instead of someone else he thought was more capable than him while lucas simply chose to save miyaji because he had higher chances of living.

lucas was basically a child prodigy/genius. since young, he's always loved reading books, and even read thick books that even adults struggled to understand. even though he was lonely and had no one to talk to, he still endured it, skipped grades, and became a doctor at the age of 10+. at first he was looked down on for being young, but an older doctor stood up for him. eventually he became the leader of the doctors, but due to his lack of social skills, he struggled to communicate well, which resulted in the doctors hating him. in the end, all the doctors except lucas quit their job. and the group collapsed. (tbf id quit too... imagine being said you didn't work as hard as him and don't have as much brainpower compared to him as well)

ammon has only had his mom since birth and lived with her, selling flowers for a living. ammon would always make sure the flowers would be sold out at the end of the day for his sickly mother, but if he doesn't manage to sell all of them it's heavily implied his mom whips him like he does to himself even now. they were like super poor but ammon still loved his mom because he only had her

berrien has like this super mysterious past but rn it's starting to unravel in chapter 4. he's an orphan and got adopted into a church backed by the grovanas or whatever nobel family to nurture warriors who could fight angels, but surprisingly the church is actually full of love and was ran by someone who fighted angels named Goetia. berrien also met his soon-to-be older brother figure named Beren/Belen. btw all of the kids go by the last name Cliane because goetia wants everyone to become true family.

when berrien was 26 (Beren 29), goetia died from a chronic disease and Beren had to take on goetia's responsibilities. berrien became the one running the church, however shit happened, Beren got demonized, and berrien used his powers to keep Beren alive after forming a contract with his current devil. he's still residing in berrien's basement as of current, but in a coma. berrien still thinks he himself has no rights to be a butler and really does not believe that he's the one keeping the damn thing running

also the church got destroyed like 2400 years ago and yes berrien is 2000+ years old

haures was born into some wack ass family, his dad ran away with some other woman and his mom projected her rage and stuff like that onto haures, and his newborn younger sister Tricia. haures is 10 years older than Tricia. when he was that age, he ran away from home with Tricia (literal baby) because he no longer trusted his mom to take good care of them. after that, when haures was 18, he trained hard to become a soldier under the grovanas nobles so he could afford to let Tricia get treatment for her worsening vision. one heartbreaking scene was when haures showed off his red uniform to Tricia and she said the blue uniform looked good on him... but 5 years later, haures managed to get Tricia's eyes healed!!! surely nothing bad could happen!!!!

sike. haures caught one of the grovanas nobles illegally trafficking humans with some dealer, and arrested him. however that led to the seller getting revenge, and he decided to capture tricia. he stabbed her and threw her into the woods. when haures found her, she only managed to call out to haures before she died after a few breaths. haures was really really really devastated. he sought revenge on the noble, and while the noble didn't die, he was jailed 5 years for harming the noble (not death sentence because he was determined mentally unstable after losing Tricia.). after he got out of jail, he found the noble again and wanted to kill him, but he was reminded of how Tricia admired him for protecting the people and helping those in need, which stopped him. after that, he became a devil butler because of his proficient fighting skills.

lamli was forced to work at a circus by his mom at the age of 10, while starting up with simple duties, he decided to train to become a circus troupe performer so he'd earn more money for his complaining mother. its heavily implied he's abandoned by her and becomes a devil butler because of his nimble body. btw his mom said she never wanted to have lamli right in front of him. jesus.

fennesz was born into a wealthy happy family, and had an older sister. however his war general father lost a war against nobles, and the economy went into shambles. his mom remarried but even though their stepdad was nice, fennesz and his sister ended up strays on the street due to some reasons i forgot of. fennesz would get bullied by kids on the street because of his father's loss in the war, but his sister would always protect him, and they relied on each other for survival. she's very smart, as shown in the story. she also loves history, as she said, it can help people learn from the past. its heavily implied she is dead.

ok flure! flure grew up with his older sister and mother who both did ballet (can one of you have an actual dad for once?), and he also followed in their footsteps. however when he was a child he was bullied for liking stereotypical girly things, like playing with his sister's dolls, doing ballet and having long hair. even though he was laughed at for doing it, he still underwent strict training guided bg his sister and mother. he never found the courage to tell his sister or mom even though his sister could tell something was wrong (heard him crying at night). he still thinks he should be more courageous to this day and thinks he's pathetic. we don't know what happened to his family but they probably died.

i wanted to talk about boschi but i realized idk much about him apart from the fact that he only had his grandmother (who's actually a great caretaker for once!) and he was bullied for being a bookworm/nerd at school and had no friends. though he did actually beat those bullies up later for mocking his grandma when she wanted to take him back home. she didn't want boschi to fight but she said herself she was actually rooting for him when he was fighting LMAOOO love her for that

lono. ok so lono was really poor and had no parents, and he acted as the older brother for the younger kids living on the streets with him. he'd work as someone who'd clean up rubble from battling angels, which was a job that had unstable income since no one knows when angels are gonna appear. they were family basically. lono would rather starve than let his siblings eat less, and his love of cooking originated here because he loved seeing them happy from his cooking. we don't know what happened to them, but they're probably dead

nac was born into a rich family, and has a father, not sure if he has a mother, never mentioned at least. apparently the stein family was great at sales or trading or smth??? they're just some very rich and well-known name. however on his 12th birthday, his butler led him to the forest near the stein mansion, and revealed himself to be someone the stein family harmed. just as he was about to kill lil nac in shock, nac retaliated in defense. and when he realized, he already stabbed the man at his vital point. his dad appears out of nowhere and reveals that he knew this all along, and that the stein family is actually a long line of assassins with sales as their front personas. nac was trained to kill since then, and thought he'd never feel positive emotions again before he became a devil butler. he also has scars all around his body, probably from the assassin work he did.

lato and his non-blood related brother, Aleks I think? were kidnapped by people who wanted to train people to become angel fighters. however unlike berrien, this time it's just pure cruelness and literal torture. they were 8 when this experiment started. not only that, all the children were sold by their caretakers to this place, including lato and aleks' "mother", the head of their orphanage, who they deeply loved and believed in. when lato finally found a way to escape, almost half the children were dead.

and when he told the others, they told lato that they already gave up on escaping, including aleks. from, i suppose, all the suppressed anger and trauma, he burned the experiment facility down, leaving the other kids to die because he hallucinated that they wanted them to be burned so they could be free. after that, lato returned to the orphanage even though he knew the "mother" sold him in the first place. guess what the mother did! that's right she ran back into the orphanage when she saw him, locked the fucking door and told him to get the fuck away from her. and lato burned the orphanage down.

now onto the new butler trio!

teddy is the one with the most details in his backstory so far. when he was young, he Had a twin brother, and teddy was a far cry from who he is now. he was negative and gloomy compared to his brother, who was positive and talented, and people always favored teddy's brother more. but one day, his brother died protecting him from an angel, but since they were so alike people didn't know whether the one that died was teddy or his brother. and after grieving his brother, teddy decided to become him, and used his brother's name to live on as him so people wouldn't be sad, because "teddy" was the one that died. and that led to teddy forming his personality today. teddy is his actual name though, he started using it after he became a knight. he became a knight because he wanted to protect people from angels.

but during an attack by an intelligent angel, namely seraphim, one of the angels that appeared at the end of chapter 1 and also the major antagonist of the story, teddy's entire unit got killed. at the start of chapter 2.5, he recuperated in a hospital, however he kept terrible nightmares (reliving the massacre, and hearing the voices of his comrades asking him why he abandoned them and why he got to survive) and so didn't sleep at all. he eventually snuck out of the hospital to visit their graves, and then started wondering what the point of him still being alive is. he almost threw himself off a cliff before haures and aruji reached him.

hanamaru. ten years before the story, hanamaru was fleeing from something- he walked all the way from the east to the central, and collapsed in a forest. a nun found him and took him back to a church that doubled as an orphanage. however the nun soon fell ill and died, so hanamaru began taking care of the kids in the church after he was saved by her.

but 5 years later, the church was attacked by angels. he was away from the church when the attack happened, and when he came back, all he saw were angels flying away from the ruined church. only 4 kids survived. hanamaru had a breakdown, and kept kneeling and pressing his head against the ground, saying things like "i couldn't protect them", "i swear ill keep them safe next time", implying this is not the first time something like this has happened. he swore vengeance against the angels that day, that he would never forgive them, and himself. so berrien suspects that the 4 kids that survived were the people that kept hanamaru around. who knows what could've happened if they passed as well...

lastly (finally), yuuhan. at the age of 9, he trained to become a soldier of the sardeis family so he could protect his hometown, and made it after 3 years. he quickly rose up in the ranks, being a prodigy. in the main story, he started doubting his loyalty to the family after they attempted an assassination on the devil butlers. and he betrayed the sardeis family and fell into their trap when investigating forbidden records. he got thrown into jail by the head, and the head decided for his punishment, yuuhan's whole village and everyone he knew there will be burned and killed. he could only despair in jail. in the story, after his prison guard left after serving him food, yuuhan started crying. he called out to his father, his mother, everyone from his hometown, apologizing again and again, believing that it's his fault that they died.

after that, the head, fubuki, paid him a visit. fubuki beat yuuhan up, pushed him to the verge of death, but not grave enough injuries to die. yuuhan asked fubuki to kill him, but fubuki refused. he even says he'll force feed yuuhan till the day of his death execution if necessary. however, yuuhan was rescued by the butlers during his execution. (it took place in a forest with tigers. basically the death penalty is getting eaten by tigers) he became a devil butler after that.

holy shit. also im not typing Bastien's since you can read his backstory from the tls available here.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 3 months

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Ok so I really wanna ask something 🙏🏽

How do you think this all panned out? After Genesis discovered the truth, did he ever actually confront his foster parents when he came to Banora? You know..before he killed them? Was it quick or did his parents desperately try to reason with him before their demise? In my mind I can imagine Gen was kind of losing it from the hurt and betrayal, especially for him and his clones to go out and slaughter all the townspeople but idk

I'm a sucker for angst (as we all are around here) x

The degradation not only affected his body but also his mind profoundly—though it does not excuse his actions. I know It's widely accepted that Genesis's parents were assholes, but I like to give them nuance like every parent in the franchise (minus Hojo fuck him) and make them dismissive, but caring in their own way, and it stems from a scene that I've overanalyzed to shit:

In that scene where Zack and Tseng find Genesis in the factory, Zack says that Gen's parents would’ve given Shinra false information without the need for threats, and Genesis’s demeanor completely shifts. In an earlier scene, Lazard alludes to how his parents could be lying to cover for him, so what was Genesis’s reaction here? Guilt? Anger because Zack pointed out his parents were loyal? Anger because Zack insinuated that his parents cared for him and Genesis knew they didn't?

He goes from lounging on the ground, seemingly smug and unaffected with his little Loveless copy, to abruptly standing up, proclaiming, "My parents betrayed me. They have always betrayed me from the very beginning," and hurling a ball of fire at Tseng. I might be reading too much into this, but that scene always stuck out to me.

In any case, you’ve given me a really good prompt and you asked for angst! So here you go:

He wasn’t blind to how privileged he was, even as a child. He knew some children in the village with unhappy home lives and parents who did not speak to each other, others whose financial conditions wrecked their families. Genesis became hyper-aware of that privilege when his best and only friend became one of them. Angeal lost his father young, being raised by a single mother in the latter half of his youth who did not make enough to support both herself and her son.

And then he met Sephiroth, another victim of an unhappy childhood, who had no parents and grew up confined to the walls of the same company that curated his birth.

Genesis was the odd one out in their trio, the only one who knew what a stable home life was like, to have two healthy parents—although he was not a healthy child. He was the only one who did not know what it was to not come home to two people at the end of the day, to not have every one of your whims indulged in. Granted, weren’t perfect.

As a child Genesis would call them strict. Genesis grew up needing to be perfect, to make them proud, someone that they could gloat over, which was why they posed no objection when he wanted to join SOLDIER. His father was a proud man, a prominent figure in Banora’s gentry, head of a house older than Banora itself. But he was fair, which was one of Genesis’ favorite qualities about him. He never discouraged his son’s theatrics, seeing them as opportunities for prestige. So he allowed Genesis fencing lessons, writing, and theater, and agricultural pursuits, all under the condition that he excelled in all areas. Genesis was set on pleasing them as a child, vying to be the best, the most awarded, and to give his parents all the awards they wanted.

This pleasing attitude began to wane when he hardened into a young man. He longed for independence, making use of his hidden base in the Banora mines, oftentimes favoring his hiding spot over his room back at home. Suffocated by his parents and their demands, he longed for independence, to move to the city and make a name for himself.

The arguments in the Rhapsodos house were plentiful when Genesis had grown into a reckless and headstrong teenager, always combative in his replies and with a tongue sharper than his sword.

But people grow and change, as did Genesis. He became a proud man, just like his father. Perhaps all the years he ingrained in Genesis's head that he needed to be the best finally got to him, and the need to be loved, glorified, and perfect became him.

His relationship with them became better as an adult, although his mother never changed.

Genesis understood his mother, granting her the compassion he did not give his father in his youth. She was at times overbearing, always fussing over him, with a hand over his forehead making sure his temperature was fine and an eye so critical and vain one would’ve thought he inherited from her had he been her biological son.

Mrs. Rhapsodos could not have children of her own, an upsetting condition to have with a social circle that prided itself over their heirs. The couple eagerly accepted the sickly baby when Shinra offered him to them. By their understanding, the baby had been a failure, not meeting Hollander’s standard and unfit to be theirs. The Rhapsodos did not see him that way. For people who had longed for a child, the one they were given was perfect beyond comparison. And perfect he would be, no matter how hard they would have to push him.

As a child, Genesis was careful not to track mud into the house. Springs in Banora were rough, with rain so insistent on decimating the local plantation, that it turned even the finest sand on the ground into mud. Mrs. Rhapsodos liked her plush white carpets, and Genesis knew the punishment for sullying the polished floors of the house would be severe. She knew where to hit her son where it hurt, knowing where he kept his flashlight he used to read late at night—unaware that the mako and enhancements in Genesis’s blood made him fit to see at night—and she knew to confiscate his books—unaware that when Genesis really liked a book, he memorized it to not need the pages to entertain himself.

It was a silly story to tell now as a man, trudging through the mud and rainfall in the middle of a Banora spring. He was coming back from Hollander’s lab with a stack of files under his arm, their contents so horrific that he thanked the rain for concealing his tears from any passersby. They had given him indefinite leave after the events in the training room. The wound in his shoulder wasn’t getting better, his duties were getting harder to fulfill by the day, so they sent him home until his condition improved.

But Genesis didn’t plan on staying there for long, especially after what he had just discovered, after what Hollander had confessed to.

His already fragile mind was a wreck.

Genesis didn’t bother to kick off his muddy boots when he went inside the house that day, watching the debris stain the white carpet, like the disbelief and rage quietly rolling off his shoulders. He rejected the maid who tried to get him to take his wet coat off, holding the files closer to him as he walked through the house. He heard laughter and the sound of talking and soft piano coming from the parlor room. It blended with the sound of his heavy breathing and footsteps. He stood at the doorway, holding the files tighter than before, forcing himself to look at them.

The question ‘Why?’ came in and out of mind, leveling with the hurt in his chest that refused to go away, competing with the pain in his shoulder that had become constant. His father sat at the piano, playing a few keys as he debated with his mother. She sat on the opposite armchair, working through her correspondences while they talked. As soon as their son’s presence became known, their conversation stopped at once.

Had he been a boy, he would’ve worried about his mother scolding him for the mud. Now he just stared at her. Mother was such a strong term.

“Genesis?” She sounded concerned and nothing but, putting her book down and rising from her seat at once. “Have you been out in the rain in your condition? Goddess help me,” she sighed, reaching instinctively for his wet coat, stopping to wipe away the rainwater from his face. “The cold can’t be good for your shoulder, darling.” He let her tug his coat away, keeping the files close to him. “What would happen if you caught a cold to complement your injury? What would people say? They'd think we're killing you to collect checks, that's what.”

His father rose from the piano, looking at him just as he did when he was a naughty child, staying out too long in the rain with Angeal and coming back with scraped knees.

“What were you doing out?” he asked, sinking his hands into the pockets or his trousers, looking at Genesis from his muddy shows to his wet hair. “Where did you go? Did anyone see you like that?”

Genesis stood still, watching.

He felt his mother's hand on the bandaged part of his shoulder, muttering something about having them changed and sterilized again.

“I went to visit Dr. Hollander,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No one who matters saw me in this state, rest assured.”

His father nodded. “Is it your injury? Has the pain gotten worse?”

Genesis shook his head. “Just some conversation.” He glanced down at the files in his arms. “I needed to clarify some…things.” So many things.

His cryptic words fell on deaf ears to his mother, who gave his wet coat to a house staff before turning her attention back to him. “I’m going to run you a proper bath. The only thing you're going to achieve by bathing in the rain is an early grave.”

His mother brushed the wet hair out of his eyes. She was irritated, but she meant well, even if Genesis’s fortified mental state was slipping before he could realize that.

“I don’t think the rain can promise me something I already have.”

His mother's hand froze. “Genesis,” she said warningly.

His father laughed, likely trying to alleviate the tension and play into his son’s dark humor. “

Genesis looked down at her. He wasn't sure if none of it made sense, or if everything fell into place so perfectly he could no longer deny the absurdity of his life so far. His name was Genesis, for god's sake. The first one. The failed one. Half of Project G. Soon to be martyred for his belief that he could be anything but what he was born as—broken.

He shook her off, turning his back and starting out of the parlor. “I can take care of that bath myself. Excuse me.”

They were complacent in his pain right now. It could've been avoided if they had been honest with him from the beginning, instead of cradling him in lies.

“Are you sure?” She pressed. Genesis had started up the stairs when he was forced to look back at her again. It hurt every time he had to.

She was leaning on the edge of the banister. His father had come out to look at him too. They both looked concerned. It sickened him. How could they still feign concern even now? He was dying. It had already been done.

“I'm sure.” His voice cracked. He continued up the stairs, trying his hardest not to look at the photographs on the wall, the ones where the three look like a happy family, like he was their son instead of a fostered science project they were being paid to keep.

“Angeal called while you were out,” his father said. “He and Sephiroth have been trying to contact you. They told us to have you call them when you're home.”

Genesis nodded. “I'll see to it. Thank you.”

“I hope you haven't been ignoring them,” his father continued. “Need I remind you that a rift between the three of you could end up in the news.”

Genesis rolled his eyes.

When he reached the top, he leaned against the corner. He would never admit it to himself but he had to catch his breath after activities as minuscule as pulling his weight.

From there, he could hear their soft voices at the bottom when they thought he was out of earshot.

“You don't think it's scarlet fever again, is it?” his mother asked, exasperated. “He did look a bit red.”

His father hummed in amusement. “His hair is red and so is half of his wardrobe.”

“You know what I mean!”

He could hear a clinking glass that told him his father had gotten into the liquor at the table at the bottom of the steps. “Boys his age are complicated. How would you feel if you were put on leave for an injury you had no promised cure for?”

“Surely Dr. Hollander will—”

“I wouldn't put your faith in that man if I were you.”

“You watch your mouth. Hollander has done more to try to help him than any other doctor.”

“I'm being realistic, dear.” There was a pause. “The best we can do for him right now is pray and be here for him with whatever he needs.”

A choked cry from his mother. “Oh, my poor boy…Do you think he's lonely? He's away from his friends.”

Genesis could practically feel his father shake his own head as he took a sip of his brandy. “From what Angeal said, it's my understanding that he's not speaking to either Sephiroth or him.”

His mother huffed. “They were such good friends. He and Angeal have been attached at the hip since they were infants, and Sephiroth has been an amazing influence on him, don't you think?”

“Sephiroth did deliver the blow, dear.”

She gasped. “He's mad at him. Oh, what have I told that boy about holding grudges? Stubbornness that severe leads to a life of loneliness and unpopularity.”

“He's in pain, dear.”

“I'll go run him that bath, and perhaps drown him in oils if that is what it takes to wipe that frown off of his face. Goddess forbid anyone see him in that state. What would people say?”

Genesis heard his mother shuffling up the stairs. He stayed still. A single teardrop rolled down his cheek. He felt light-headed, gripping the wall for support as he caught his breath.

His father sighed disapprovingly. “He's a grown man—”

“—and as frail as he was the day we got him,” Mrs. Rhapsodos snapped.

Weeks passed, and Genesis found himself back at SOLDIER, back to his duties despite Sephiroth and Angeal’s reservations. Their conversations were rocky, with Genesis keeping to himself mostly, and opting to open up to Angeal mostly.

His shoulder still ached, a constant reminder of his vulnerability, but he pushed through the pain, determined to prove himself capable.

Returning to the familiar routines of SOLDIER life, Genesis buried himself in his work, throwing himself into missions with a fervor that bordered on recklessness. He sought solace in the adrenaline of battle, the rush of combat temporarily numbing the storm in his mind.

The revelations from his visit to Hollander lingered in his mind. He needed to do something, to act quickly and find a cure.

But as the days turned into weeks, Genesis found himself increasingly isolated, the rift between him and his friends widening with each passing day. Sephiroth and Angeal's concern only served to fuel his resentment, their attempts to reach out were met with cold indifference from him.

Genesis seized the first opportunity to embark on that mission to Wutai, abandoning the dreaded company that ruined his life, he found himself at the helm of a formidable force, half of SOLDIER standing behind him.

He did see his parents again after that. He confronted them the same week he returned with his army. Screams echoed through the halls of the old house, mingling with the sounds of shattering glass and the metallic tang of blood staining his hands. Tears streamed down his face as he unleashed the full force of his fury on his surroundings, refusing to address them as anything but mere strangers.

He hurled threats and accusations, his voice raw as he demanded answers, refusing to relent until they finally confessed.

His mother pleaded with him to let go of his anger. He told her that he was no son of hers. It was too late for reconciliation, and that night was the last he saw them.

Despite the pain and regret that gnawed at their hearts, his parents understood his reaction. They grappled with their own remorse, haunted by the realization that they had failed him in more ways than one. They lamented their shortcomings, wishing they had been more understanding, less rigid, more nurturing.

But their regrets remained unspoken, buried beneath layers of guilt and shame. And when the Turks came searching for Genesis in Banora, they chose to keep their encounter with him a secret, pleading with them, telling him that he was sick and not in his right mind.

In the end, their silence spoke volumes. Shinra got no information about Genesis's whereabouts from them, even if they knew about what was being done down at the factory.

Amidst the chaos of the degradation consuming his mind and body, there came fleeting moments of lucidity, like brief flickers of a dying flame in his mind. Genesis found himself trapped in an echo chamber of desperation, his thoughts consumed by the haunting verses of LOVELESS, recited on autopilot like a broken record.

For a time, he drifted in a haze, his vision clouded by hallucinations of grand battles and elusive cures, lost in a world of his own making. He moved through the motions of life like a puppet on strings, his once sharp mind dulled by the relentless onslaught of his deteriorating condition.

Autopilot became his default state, his every action guided by instinct and prophecy rather than reason. He grew distrustful of the path he walked, his anger and hurt festering like a poison within him.

It was at the tail end of his ruthless attack on Banora, when it all briefly returned to him. By then, his morals and senses had been corrupted by the insidious parasite eating away at his brain, transforming him into a cruel, unrelenting shell of his former self.

But in that brief moment of clarity, he saw them—his parents, their lifeless forms at his feet. It was a sight that pierced through the fog of his mind, stirring something deep within him. Despite the cruelty he had inflicted upon them, despite the lies and betrayal, his heart tightened with a pang of remorse. The copies had gotten to them, just as he knew they would.

So he did what little he could to atone for his sins. With trembling hands, he buried them, giving them the dignity of a proper burial. As he worked, visions of his past flooded his mind like a river, washing over him with bittersweet nostalgia.

He remembered the simple joys of his childhood—apple picking with his mother, following his father on business trips to the city.

But even as the memories washed over him, he knew they were nothing more than a facade, a cruel illusion designed to keep him ignorant and complacent.

"The grave at the house," Tseng's voice cut through the tension. "We found the remains of our people there as well."

Genesis's mind raced, the words of Loveless echoing in his ears like a mantra. "It didn't take much to have them send false reports," he said coolly, "Just some mild threats…"

Zack's voice broke through the haze. "They would have done that anyway. At least your parents would have."

It was like a glass shattering over Genesis's head. Slowly, he looked up, unfurling himself from his position on the floor. Rage simmered beneath the surface, threatening to erupt into a fiery inferno.

"My parents betrayed me," he spat, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "They had always betrayed me from the very beginning."

As Zack's words sank in, Genesis felt a surge of indignation rising within him. How dare they speak of things they didn't understand, to accuse him as if he were the villain? He was the hero, the chosen one, destined for greatness.

Fire glowed ominously from his bracer.

They didn't know anything at all.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #writing

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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ok i read the rules for request.and i was wondering if you could do a head canon about a yandere arceus x cluless reader who dosen't know arceus love them

I'll see what I can do, yeah. Arceus is referred to as "They/Them".

Yandere! Human! Arceus with Clueless! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Mentions of God obviously, Kidnapping.

Well, yeah, I'd think you'd be oblivious.

Arceus is literally God.

Arceus would also be the only pokemon I feel wouldn't matter if they were in human or pokemon form.

Arceus created everything in this universe.

They'd choose to take a more human form to interact with you.

They don't want to scare you.

Arceus created every species in this world, along with shaping the habitats in which they reside.

Upon creating humans, they did not expect to care so deeply for one.

Arceus had watched human development since they had first created them.

Every problem humans solved and created... they had watched civilizations crumble and prosper under human rule.

The time period you're born doesn't matter.

Arceus is surprised humans could create something... someone... so beautiful.

It's as though they shaped you themselves.

Arceus never considered themselves able to experience human emotions.

The human emotion love was created to keep the species going.

Although... it's such a wonderful thing.

Love is powerful... turns out, powerful enough to make Arceus themselves consider it.

Due to their nature... they watch you from afar.

Within their pocket dimension they admire you.

You live your own life... completely unaware of God themselves looking after you.

The unfortunate thing about their feelings... is humans never live long.

The human life cycle is short and it was the reason Arceus never tried to get attached.

So, they promised themselves.

They promised that when you finish your Pokemon journey... when you manage to see all of their creations... they'd take you to their plane of existence.

A dimension where you may thrive forever, right beside them.

It's an honor to be granted such a chance at immortality.

Arceus even convinced themselves that they'd get a chance at human companionship this way.

You never expected to meet God when you completed your Pokedex as an adult.

Arceus was sure to greet you in a more human form, covered in a hooded robe surrounded by gold rings.

They don't blame you for being oblivious to their obsessive fixation over you.

After all, not many humans think a being like Arceus would focus on one human alone.

Arceus is just full of surprises, however.

"Congrats, you completed a task many could not, (Y/N)."

Why do you look so horrified?

Did you think they wouldn't know your name?

How silly of you.

"I've seen many humans during their life time. But you are certainly the one I'm most fond of."

Your poor human mind can't comprehend their adoration.

Arceus gives you a gentle smile before stepping closer and holding out their hand.

"You may be too naive to understand this all at once... yet I know you'll learn. Now take my hand, it's time we go home."

"Home...?"

"Yes, home. I've been waiting for when you'd be ready to come back with me to my dimension. I've picked you, (Y/N)... for immortality."

"Please... can I stay here?"

"Oh sweet human... I'm afraid not."

"Then why me?"

"Since you were born I knew you had potential. It's a decision you won't regret, I'm sure of it."

"You must be mistaken-"

They narrow their eyes, impatient.

"Don't question my judgement, (Y/N). Out of every being, I know the best on how to make you happy."

They don't let you stall any longer before taking your hand, a blinding white light surrounds you both.

When you are aware again, you're in space.

You can breathe... but neverending stars surround you.

In front of you stands that same robed figure, Arceus.

The creator of all life.

"This... is home."

They grin, a hand on your shoulder.

"I do hope you enjoy your time here... with me."

You want to panic, to scream.

Yet you couldn't, an eerie calm feeling settles heavy within you.

Here... you feel at peace...

Perhaps here with your creator is truly where you belong.

#yandere pokemon #yandere human pokemon #yandere arceus

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lanitalay · 2 months

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One Day : Chapter 10

a/n: omg I'm sorry in advance. But lets celebrate that the series in done.

warnings: mentions of death, angst?

word count: 800

Other Chapters

In all of your years of knowing each other, Azriel never forgot your anniversary. Each year (except for the fifty that Amarantha ruled) he made it a point to bring you flowers. This one was no different. Some years he gave you your favorite flowers from the market, other years he gave you extravagant bouquets from an artisanal shop, but you always felt extra special when he would pick them himself. It couldn’t happen every year, but whenever he saw a field of wildflowers he would make a mental note.

He landed on a patch of green sprinkled with vibrant colors. There were daisies and cosmos and snapdragons and so many others he could not name. Azriel picked whichever caught his eye, only the most pristine made the final arrangement. When he was satisfied, he took out a piece of twine and tied them all together.

When he’s in front of you, that familiar wave of longing spreads through his chest. He takes a breath and kneels on the newly sprouting grass. He grips the bouquet so tight his fingers indented the stems. A breath, then another and he can reach out and touch the headstone.

It happened slowly at first, then all at once. The Mother granted you twenty years of mated bliss with Azriel. But one day you came home early from the clinic. It was your head, you said, it hurt. That became a regular occurence, until Madja didn’t let you leave and instead sat you down on the exam bed.

You contracted something from one of your patients, remembering when it happened. “She was just a baby… I didn’t think…” It was a horrifying realization. That patient did not respond to any treatment and in short days the illness had run its course. You knew it was only a matter of time.

Azriel refused to believe it. Refused to accept it. But nothing Madja did helped. Not even Feyre could help. Not even Thesan. It was a wicked thing that ran through your veins and shut your organs down one by one. During your final months Azriel did not sleep. Always looking for an alternative, a cure, more time, because it wasn’t fair. You had spent your life healing. You had put him back together more times he could count and he couldn’t figure out how to stop the inevitable? Eventually, when you begged him to let it go, to just spend whatever time was left together, he relented.

By then walking was difficult. A few weeks later, eating was impossible. The last days you mostly slept, the moments you woke were filled with your family saying goodbye. You made Cassian and Rhysand promise to care for him “he’ll suffer, he’ll mourn. But you cannot let him waste away. Please, promise me. Promise me he won’t drown, he’ll be safe, he’ll have a life.” Of course, they both promised.

Nesta spent hours by your side, brushing your hair, massaging your aching joints. “You can just tell Madja to give me more mirthroot, it helps with that.”

“Let me care for you, y/n.”

“Can you tell me some gossip? I don’t want all of my last conversations to be so melodramatic.” She scoffed but gave in “Tarquin is betrothed.” You made your best attempt at a gasp. “To who?”

“I believe she’s an emissary from Day.”

“He sent me a letter.” Now it was Nesta who gasped. “Tarquin?”

“Yeah, he found out about me dying somehow and wrote saying that he was sorry things ended on bad terms.”

“I was always sad we never swam in those pools.” You laughed at that.

You made sure to send the love that flooded your chest after each visit to Azriel. Wanting him to know that you were ok. That you were loved and not afraid of what came next.

“I think it’s time,” Nesta said with tears welled in her eyes, her lip quivering. A wave of numbness crashed into Azriel. He knew what those words meant. He could feel the bond dwindling each second that passed. Your breath was so shallow, barely there. Until you exhaled one last time.

Despair snuffed out his numbness. He held your hand and knelt by your bedside, kissed your hands and arms and face. He gripped your hands like they would keep you there, as if holding on tighter would keep you alive.

He summoned everything he could: love, admiration, devotion. He summoned the nights spent tangled in bed, the days walking by the beach, every touch, every kiss, every “Az”, every scoff, every fight, everything. It all accumulated in his chest and he pushed it down the bond. You had to know the extent of it. You had to know how much he loved you, how that word wasn’t enough.

But you were already on the other side, waiting for him.

#acosf #acowar #acofas #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand #acomaf #acotar #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #azriel x reader #az x reader #azriel acotar #azriel

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I missed you Jack frost x reader.

Warnings: slight smut, language maybe, breeding kink? Fluff

I hope you enjoy this imagine!

The sun started to shine through our small cabin as I felt Jack starting to plant feather light kisses on my neck. I slowly rolled over so I could look at his features closely. "Mmm, why'd you roll over I was enjoying myself." "Oh to bad Jackson" "Oh shit you called me by my real name." I let out a small chuckle as I nuzzled in closer to him.

"Your beautiful by the way my love." "Oh thanks Jack, I love you." "I love you too." "Hey love?" "Yeah, Jack?" "Do you wanna try for a baby?" "A baby? Jack were not even married." "I know, but." "But what Jack?" I said as I caressed his freckled face. "I dunno scratch that idea." He said softly as he kissed my forehead head before getting ready for the day.

"Jack wait!" I called out to him as he turned on his heels. "I'm sorry baby" Jack let out a grunt before he left the room. I knew deep down he wanted a child but at the moment I wasn't, Jack loved kids while I didn't.

3 weeks later.....

While Jack was at work I decided that I'm ready to with child with him. So after doing the daily chores I undressed myself and got situated on the bed. God was and is this a good idea I thought to myself before I heard the front door creek open.

"Love where are you?" "In the bedroom baby" Jack slowly opened the bedroom door to see me Stark naked. "Love, w-what are you doing?" He gasped as he looked at my naked figure. I sat up slowly and looked at him. "You sure you wanna do this?" He asked as he sat down next to me. "Yeah, Jack. I'm sure."

"I love you so much sweetheart, I promise I won't hurt you." "Okay" Jack kissed my forehead before he planted his lips to mine as we made out. I felt him slide his tongue to my lips as I granted entrance, I let out a soft moan. His fingers delicately touched my skin until he touched my breast. I broke the kiss as he wrapped his tongue around my nipple.

"Jack" I whispered as he licked the other nipple. I ran my hand through his brown hair as he helped me up to the head of the bed. He started to fumble with his tunic as he placed his hands on my boobs. "Jack, I need you!" I gasped as he took off his tunic to see his slight 6 pack showing. Jack leaned down and kissed me as he started to unbuckle his belt. "Damn belt" he grumbled in between kisses.

Finally after a few minutes he kicked off both his pants and boxers. "Son of a bitch" He chuckled as he smiled down at me. "I love you so much love." "I love you too Jack." Jack leaned down to kiss me, as he was doing so he rubbed his dick up and down my slick folds. "You ready?" "I'm ready Jack." "Ok." He leaned back on his knees as he slowly put his tip in. "Jack" I gasped as he held one of my hands down whille pushing into me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he bottomed out inside of me. "Hey, hey it's okay. Open your eyes love." I opened my eyes to see Jack's warm brown eyes. "Its okay, are you in pain?" "No I'm fine Jack, it just kinda hurts." "Ok" He whispered.

"Wait I had a girlfriend!" Jack yelled as he looked over at baby tooth. As she nodded. "I-I had a family, I was gonna be a dad! Wait where is she?" Jack questioned the little fairy as he cradled her in his hands. The little fairy shrugged her shoulders as she looked up at Jack.

Jack sighed as he looked down at his hands. Baby tooth chirped at him while pointing at his broken staff. "Right." Jack tried to put his staff back together but he failed. "Come on" he signed as he tried it again, and this time it worked. "Yeahhh!" He yelled as he flew through the air.

After hearing from Manny he needed to see the rest of the Guardians, but when he did he was met with anger looks. "Jack what is that?" Tooth yelled at him as she saw the familiar tube. "This, this has my memories, I had a girlfriend guys!" "That's not the point Jack!" Bunny yelled at Jack. "Then what is it!"

"You weren't supposed to have that besides who gave it to you?" Tooth questioned angrily. "Pitch gave it to me." "Don't you ever trust him you're not the hero Jack for trying to save Sandy." North yelled. "Yeah, well I'm sorry!" Jack yelled at the 3 of them. "Goodbye Jack" tooth said as they all left him alone in the forest.

Your POV

I watched as the man looked down sadly, before flying off to an unknown area. So I followed him, I knew him but he probably doesn't know me. I'm Mother Nature, the one who controls the seasons and his girlfriend. How I knew about our relationship was when tooth handed me the same thing Pitch had given to Jack but with my face on it.

It showed when we met, when we moved in together and lastly when I found out he died. It was very tough in the beginning knowing that the love of my life left this earth, but about 3 years after he passed I died in the forest hence why I'm Mother nature.

Sadly, the night we made love I didn't produce a baby which also bothered me.

When Jack reached his destination it was in the forest where we'd used to walk in from time to time. I softly landed on the grass as I stared at his back. "Jack" "What do you want?" He grumbled at me. I slowly approached him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why- wait what?" Jack had turned around to see me for the first time since he died.

"Y/n?" "It's me love, I'm here." I sighed as a tear rolled down my cheek. "Love? Wait, I saw you in my memories! Your my-" I cut Jack off with a kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He was the first one to brake the kissed as he looked at me. "Your really here." "I am Jack" I sobbed as he looked at me calmly.

"Love, what happend to you?" "After 3 months with out you, I slept in the same forest we used to roam where I then died." "What about the baby?" "Jack, we didn't make one." He looked at me sadly as we hugged.

"I'm sorry Jack." "It's okay, love." He looked at me lovingly before I felt weak. "Jack!" I gasped as I almost fell to the ground. "What's going on?" "Pitch is making kids not believe in us anymore." I said weakly.

"We have to find the others so we can defeat Pitch." "Ok." Jack carefully picked me up and started to fly towards where the rest of the guardians were.

When we arrived I began to feel weaker, as Norths slay came crashing down near us. Jack gently placed me down on the ground making sure I was stable enough. "You okay?" "Yeah." "Jack!" A boy came running up to him with a couple of his friends. "Jamie you shouldn't be here." "We came to help you guys!" He cheered as Pitch neared us.

"Jamie, take care of her, while the rest of us take care of Pitch, got it?" "Yeah, Jack I got it!" Jack placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I love you, I need you to be safe." "I will Jack." Jack took off along with the other weak Guardians to help fight Pitch. "Are you mother nature?" "I am mother nature." I smiled weakly. "Guys come check it out its mother nature!" Jamie smiled as other kids came around me. I felt them believe in me as I became stronger. "Jamie go and tell your friends to believe in everyone so we can banish pitch okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" Jamie said as he took of towards his friends to wake up there classmates. I flew up towards Jack as I saw him shouting at Pitch, all of a sudden I saw pitch thrust a black arrow towards Jack. Instantly I flew up and shielded him with a cloud.

"Y/n." "Jack I'm here-"I felt a force take me down as I plummeted to the ground, luckily North was close as he caught me in his sled. "You alright?" "Never felt better." I sighed as I clutched my arm. Then a loud bang erupted as I saw a blue light hit a black dust cloud. "Jack." Was all I said as North landed the sled on the pond. By now it was morning and Jamie and his friends came huddling around us Guardians.

"Jack you did it" As soon as his barefeet hit the ice I flew over to him almost making us fall backwards. I hugged as there was no tomorrow, in which surprised him. "You okay, I'm more than okay." "That's good." Jack leaned in and met his lips with mine as we kissed.

#jack frost fanfic #jack frost #jack frost x reader #jackson overland frost #jack frost x reader smut #smut #fluff #imagine #oh wow #cringe #this is cringy #i'm cringing

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sleepyems-15 · 1 year

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yandere moon Knight X reader

(this story from my wattpad account)

Characters: Marc Spector, Steven grant and you

You were just sleeping in your home, it was around 2:23 am. you got startled awake by glass smashed. You got up from your bed creeping to your door to open to see something.

You felt a cold breeze let in. You listened quietly to hear if you can hear any footsteps , you didn't hear anything so you went back to bed.When you turned around you saw a figure in a white suit. You got pretty scared, I mean who wouldn't you were half a sleep and a man in a white suit is in your house in the middle of the night.

"Hey sweets don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you" he whispered, he had an American accent trying to make you feel better. It just made it worse, if he's not here to hurt you why was he here?."Why are you here? Please get out my house" you told him. the man came closer to you "just relax ok, just relax" in a just a moment he was behind injecting something into your neck.You pushed him off making you fall.

You started to panic" what..what did you inject me thing?" You asked. He didn't reply, it took you 2 minutes to go to sleep.When you woke up. Your head hurted and your legs were numb, when you looked to the side of you, you saw the same man from your bedroom.

You wanted to move but you body was to weak. "Shh calm down love, told you that you were going to scare them" the man had an British accent. You thought he had an American accent but you could have just made it up in your head."Where am..I?" You managed to say. "Your in our room, we didn't have a spare room so we had use our room for you to sleep in" he said "why do you keep saying 'we'?" You asked.

"Well we have d.i.d, my name Steven and the person who kidnapped you was Marc, we have someone else but hopefully you don't have to meet him." He told. "Marc says sorry for drugging you and scaring you" he softly smiled.You closed your eyes having a tear fall down.

"Don't cry love, we're here for you now"I

#moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight x reader #steven grant x y/n #marc spector x reader #yandere x you #mcu fanfiction #yandere mcu #mcu x reader #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac

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mochipicchu776 · 3 months

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1am thoughts about a fic in progress and why it is the way it is in case anyone was wondering.

Ok I know no one was wondering but I just wanted to share this tidbit with anyone who wants to read my ramblings.

A few months ago, I wrote the first few chapters of a Crimson Flower Dimileth fic heavily inspired by offering boxes (saisen) found at Shinto and Buddhist shrines.

Irl at these shrines, it is common to toss coins into the box as an offering to the gods, usually in small humble amounts, so anyone rich or poor will be able to grant an offering.

The most popular choice is the five cent coin, a round coin with a circular cutout in the center.

五円 Go-en (five yen) is a humble choice but also is popular because it is a play on words of 御縁 Go-en, which is a phenomenon believed as the unseen connection that binds someone together. Upon offering the coin, it establishes a respectful relationship to the diety of the shrine.

Wake up babe, here's where we get to the part about Fire Emblem.

In my fic, the diety is not just Sothis, but "The Grim Dragon," the Nabatean god of the underworld.

The Blaiddyd crest has always had a very eerie connotation, whether in the form of Dimitri's ghosts (depending on your hc), or the original owner of the Crest stone, who's name we only know as the Grim Dragon Sign from the crest signs bought with renown in NG+.

After hearing Claude and Annette's A support, the "Creepy Creeps" in Annette's song are actually the dead, extending their reach from the underworld to try to return to the land of the living. Apparently, these are old Kingdom myths, but in my fic, they are reality.

The dead residing in Fharghus are sent to the underworld, and after the Battle of Tailtean Plains in CF, Dimitri is killed and bound to the afterlife ruled by the Grim Dragon. Distraught by the death of her old love, after Edelgard had spared Claude, Byleth suspected Edelgard had him killed out of jealousy, not for political reasons.

Jaded, Byleth mourns Dimitri's death at his grave, the very spot he perished. When Linhardt can't stand her moping around any longer, he tells her of the old Fharghan myth, sparking an idea to bring him back.

She figures with the power of the Goddess (she still has it at this point), she can establish a connection to the realm of death to the realm of life, by planting a blessed tree. The roots take hold and the Grim Dragon demands a hefty offering for the soul of his kin. Coins such as the five cent coin, are granted through an offering box.

Like all dragons, they are greedy, always demanding more for their hoard. I'd say more but that's for the next chapter to explain.

Before Byleth can offer enough to satisfy the dragon, Edelgard catches wind and has her killed by her ex-lover, Jeritza. Unable to finish her task, Byleth's body is dragged off the property to prevent her from joining Dimitri in the afterlife. (I'm being very mean to El in this one but I swear it's for plot reasons).

Thousands of years go by, and everyone has reincarnated into a Modern AU Fodlan run by the Empire, where the tales of old Fharghus is frowned upon, and the practices of the natives are seen as taboo.

We are always connected by the threads that bind us. It may stretch, tangle, but will never break.

Anyways! I've had to table the third chapter of my fic for other projects, but once my collab and yandere fic are completed, I will go straight back to it.

I've done my best to take obscure Fodlan lore and mix it with bits of the real world culture it was created by.

Oh, and modern AU Jeritza is in it and he owns a cozy cafe 🥰

I hope that if you read this far and are wondering what coins had to do with a small FE fic, uhhhhhhh well I wasn't sure where I was ever going to have to opportunity to share the inspiration so here it is.

Please enjoy.

#dimileth #three houses #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth #writing #ao3 fanfic #inspiration for writing #modern au

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randomfanner · 28 days

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I got tagged by @nyda-the-tav

TavTash Tag Game

@bearhugsandshrugs post about the very small TavTash community inspired me to make this: I want to learn more about you and your Tavs!

Tell us a bit about your Tav! Anya is a half elf, college of lore bard (though she wanted to be a wizard) who worked at the Golden Eye Tavern for several years under her 'father' Otus(who is actually a devil named Plutus in disguise, running the tavern to attract souls and debtors). She worked as a porter and server Here is a picture, she only has art because she is chubby and I don't have BG3 on PC and her look in game isn't CLOSE (Enver made her cloak)

What alignment is your Tav? How does that align or clash with Gortash? Do they agree with him morally? She is Neutral Good and they argue a l o t. Gortash thinks he can sway her from good at first though and he is proven very, very, very, wrong

What God does your Tav follow? Is Gortash's position as Bane's chosen an issue? Anya was raised by Ace, a aasimar son of Zeus with so many daddy issues and general dislike for the gods, and that kind of rubbed off on her(this adventure is proving that more and more). BUT, she hopes that Selune will take her soul for you know, saving her kid, killing Ketheric a traitor and saving Shadowheart. So it doesn't really come up. Anya is vaguely curious for more info but the more she learns the more she thinks she is justified in not- Granted Gortash being the chosen of Bane causes a lot of troubles for HIM and having feelings.

What did your Tav think of Gortash when they first met? Did they take his offer of an alliance? Depends on what instance they first meet, because when they were children Anya was quite excited to bother him when he was working on inventions, and bringing him food. When they are adults she isn't exactly the most trusting of him, but does accept an altered version of the alliance, she will get the nether stone from Orin and then, after they know the Netherbrain won't be an issue, they can kill each other.

How did Gortash and your Tav get together? What do they see in each other? Gortash was lonely, he would never call it that but he really, really missed my Durge: Calax. He figured that he just needed to make a new alliance with someone who had recently proven themselves of being capable. Perhaps needed to be... persuaded to see the right way of things, he knew she was still quite naive to the world, but perhaps was opening her eyes. So he made a deal with Anya that he would give her one thing of her choosing(to which she asked him to make Karlach a new heart) in exchange for her keeping him company. Eventually, after learning Enver was her childhood friend(because he did not look the same age as her, even if he is a human), she figured she would give a shot of actually being his friend. She also had to admire his intelligence, inventions and earnestly enjoyed his company. For Gortash, meanwhile, he cannot figure out WHY he likes her at all, and it is because she cares about him and can read him. Which he does hate sooooo much.

What does the future hold for your Tav and Gortash? Are they in a relationship, a one time thing, are they going to rule the sword coast together or kill each other in a tragic showdown? ... Ok so realistically, kill each other in a tragic showdown but the Author is a slut for happy endings even when they aren't deserved. So Gortash accidentally kills Anya before the fight, has to deal with a boat load of emotions... only to realize Anya was brought back from the dead later. And that is when he realizes that he isn't going to be able to go through with killing her intentionally- which he fucking hates for every single reason he would hate that... so he reluctantly steps down, Anya wins a bet to get Bane to let Enver free, and he gets sentenced to be the city's maintenance guy until he dies. Which he isn't happy about, vocally so- but he does eventually come to find some satstifcation in it. They also end up having three kids, Callie, Dante(Adopted) and Prometheus.

@bg3-stole-my-soul now you have to talk about Kieran

#tavtash #bg3 enver gortash #enver x tav #enver flymm #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #gortash x tav

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kingxgarm · 29 days

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So, after spreading my info out, I have four different "rewrites" of Wish, all with their own (noncreative) names just so I can tell them apart

I'll be going over one of them in this post, they'll all get separate posts

The first one I've dubbed Yearning

It's more of a retake than a rewrite, as I've changed A LOT, almost only keeping the names of certain characters, I wanted to remove almost ALL the references to Disney movies, treating this more as a standalone movie than a 100th year special

So, CHARACTERS

Asha- Asha moves to Rosas, she does not live there, she is an alchemist, that's why she moves there, her hair and color pallete is the same, but she kinda looks more like Venti from Genshin (unfortunately), (I'll make drawing of my designs eventually, I don't have my sketchbook), she has been traveling since she was young, and after a few days of staying in Rosas, she is summoned by the King, she is meant to represent wishes, not necessarily good itself, but just wishes

Magnifico- Magnifico is a mage, he was born with magic, mages were given magic by dragons (that has some lore too), mages are not well liked by humans, his parents tried to hide in a rather large city, but were caught, Magnifico was saved and given to a trusted mage, that mage sent Magnifico to Rosas to be safe there, eventually his magic was discovered and he was made king (at age 9 👍), since Rosas was small and not very well informed of the outside world, they have never seen a mage before and thought Magnifico was a God, after he turned 25 he put a spell on himself that he would be immortal and never age to keep the people from worrying about him dying with no heir, he never marries, he only wants to keep the people happy, but he is not happy being king, magic takes a toll on users causing Magnifico to be very depressed, every month he calls an assembly and for an hour gives the people whatever they want, they walk up to a chair in a gazebo where he sits, announce what they want, and it's granted, Magnifico represents want, he wishes to be free but wnats to keep the people happy so he just does what he wants and not what he wishes

Dragons- there were seven dragons, each representing different forms of magic, they each (minus purple) had a childwith a himan to bring magic into the human race, red gave mages power over the elements (fire, water, air, and earth), orange gave mages the power over the mind (like emotional manipulation), yellow gave the power of deception (reality warping), green gave the power of physicality (power of creation and destruction), Blue gave the power of shape (shapeshifting and changing other stuff), purple gave the power of substance (learnable magic like alchemy and potion stuff), (Magnifico is related to the green dragon, and all alchemists are ruled by the purple dragon)

PLOT

Asha is taken to the castle because she's a well-renowned alchemist, she proves this by giving the king a potion of calming (at his request), and it works (ITS A WEED POTION /j), every day she is asked to become a royal Alchemist but she never knows how to answer, after a few days, instead of a potion of happiness that the king asks for, Asha gives him a potions of honesty and asks why he constantly asks for happiness potions, this is where they would sing a duet, but by the end the potion would where off and Magnifico would be very upset that she did that to him, arresting her, and locking her in a dungeon, they both pray to the stars (cuz religion ig, and cuz I wanted to get them in the story somehow), Magnifico for strength to keep the people happy, and Asha for a way to save the king from himself

This is as far as I got before I started writing the others, but I did figure out what to do for the ending, and even a sequel (where Magnifico has two daughters that grow up to be Maleficent and Mother Gothel, but I kinda don't like the sequel anymore, plus u haven't even finished the first one, also don't care for the daughter lore since I'm trying to seperate from the Disney canon)

Also yes, I did try writing songs for this, but the duet isn't finished, and the "This is the Thanks I Get" rewrite got moved to another rewrite, so.... (and I still need to rewrite it anyway cuz it contains too many elements of this story, UGH)

I'd greatly appreciate feedback, cuz ik damn well this probably sucks lol, the other ones are better (I'm lying to you), I want to improve this story, cuz there's still ideas I like (the magic system, wants vs. wishes, and the fact that the people of Rosas are the villain), but there's definitely stuff I don't like (Magnifico and Asha being pretty much the only characters, the fact that the "villain" isn't the villain, and maybe the name [I'm still not settled in on Yearning rn]), something just feels off about it to me, I can't put my finger on it

Wish rewrites

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

#king's nonsense #wish #dammit im talking about wish again #lol #disney wish #wish rewrite #wish asha #wish magnifico #wish retake #wish auniverse #<- tag im using for my wish shit #shoulda just tagged wish shit #but idk #changing the tag #Yearning #Yearning wish retake #Yearning retake

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Hiiiii I'm back 👉👈 I wanna ask about the polyship on what type of parent they are??

Hello uhh hands anon??? We'll work on that lol

Idk if you want HC or short drabbles..... soooo por que no los dos!! (why not both). Also side note when I say their kids I'm meaning ALL the kids taijus,souths, mitsuyas combined.

Taiju: pure definition of a somewhat busy parent everytime you see him he's taking a call, he's answering a message or he looking over stuff. Now he's by no means neglectful so anytime there's a parent teacher conference he's going, every good grade he'll praise every bad grade he'll go over stuff so that way next time itll come easy, he wants to be a proactive parent cause his father sure as hell wasnt.

Just.... not the open houses cause by God if he's gotta meet another teacher who is either scared of him or trying to get something out of him hes staying home.

"Taiju shiba! You cannot make me go alone to the open house again!" you were trying to get your foot in your sneaker, frustrated at the blue haired male lack of somewhat decent clothing for the open house that was in the next hour. Taiju looked up from a packet he was reading seeing the piles of papers on his desk you knew it was gonna be a late night "you seemed to have forgotten the other two who share a bed with us love" "you know what i mean shiba every year you stay home and every year I get a call from the office cause of the tall man wandering off with our kids" he sighs rubbing his temple's "yeah and half the time it's cause tereno is trying to get the children to leave school early". You crossed your arms glaring dagger into his resting face, he sighed "please love I don't wanna go ok? Every year it's the same thing and last year I was close to pulling our kids out of the school" you bit your bottom lip remembering how one of the parents from the PTA mother kept pestering mitsuya for a "favor" in exchange they'd helped your child get into being their clubs president. You put your hands up in surrender "ok tai I hear ya but please don't forget to submit your ID into the front office so they know who you are" "so am I dad one or dad two?? Or am i bumped to three" he smirks watching you roll your eyes heading out of his home office.

South: he not like a regular dad he's a cool dad 🤣 he tries so hard to be a cool dad wanna be with the hip kids (his son cringes). Even though he wants to not only be his kids friend he knows there's a line, he will attend the meetings and the open houses but do not call him if say his kid was in a fight ESPECIALLY if it's one they didn't start and finished victorious he'll be too proud to not show it "that's my future heavy weight champion carrying on the name already" let's just say gave major side eye.

You turned the page, situating yourself again while trying your best to not annoying mitsuya as you laid your head in his lap. His cell phone started to buzz and not caring to look he answered "this is takashi" you turned your attention to the one sided conversation, mitsuya face turned from concerned to trying his best to keep in a laugh "yes ma'am that is their father". Book now forgotten yiu couldn't help but muffle in your laugh as well "yes ma'am I understand the form says I and Mr shiba are a parent as well" "yes well if you want we can go into detail on HOW we know the child tereno is picking up is his child" you covered your face you're not gonna survive if this keeps up "well I assure you ma'am my partners will be made more aware next time we fill out the forms granted we never had problem before" "Alright thank you". After he hung up he could see your shaking figure, you both looked at each other and just laughed "be prepared south may call to tell you about today they must've hired some new staff" you nodded.

Mitsuya: I don't wan a call him a helicopter parent.... but he's a helicopter/gentle parent he's gonna be there when he can and when he can't he's always reassures them that even though he's not there for the plays or sports games he knows that you did your best and that he's proud of them. He's another who LOATHES open houses on that particular day he's like a monk and will take a vow of silence and just ignore anyone who isn't important, he's dealt with his fair share of moms and dads either trying to get something out of him or wanting something from his partners. He is another who would wanna pick up the kids early just to go somewhere fun.

#tokyo revengers #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers taiju #south terano #taiju x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya takashi #south headcannons #tr south #tokrev mitsuya #taiju headcanons

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variousqueerthings · 6 months

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I feel like I need to make a little rundown of everything UNIT and Kate Stewart has done since being re-introduced in s7, but I also want to finish watching classic!who so I can make that comparison more effectively. certainly in pertwee-era of doctor who there was some critique and analysis of UNIT's methods as a military group and that the doctor kind of had to work with them to begin with because he didn't have a working tardis (+ already knew the brigadier and UNIT from troughton-era)

liz shaw and jo grant both start with UNIT and both leave UNIT, partially after narratives where they're at odds with what the institution represents and how easy it is for it to abuse power and/or simply make bad choices to begin with (liz taking the doctor's side several times and eventually quitting, although with that slightly lazy--pseudo-feminist "she didn't want to fetch the teas" explanation given post-leaving when there was definitely a lot more going on for her than that, but I think that was the way the actress was feeling so I can see the meta reasonings in it, and jo figuring out that she believes in different ways of protecting the earth joining a radical group and yeah ok straight up getting engaged to that welsh guy after two days, but she was considering leaving before then anyway), and sarah-jane just enters spaces and acts like she belongs there and nobody knows how to tell her to leave, but she's frequently not on UNIT's side so much as the side of Truth (I say, we now enter fourth doctor era so we'll see)

but yeah, the brigadier was there from the beginning, and there's yates and whatshisface, so there's the humanising faces depicting UNIT as essentially for good from the get-go, despite episodes where they're definitely antagonists. but then reintroduced in nu!who s4 as... not quite comfortable to the doctor/partly as that season's narrative of how the doctor affects their companions for worse and inspires them to become soldiers. so they're not the bad guys in the same way torchwood of s2 were, but they aren't comfortable allies either

so now I'm on s9 and... dunno. they're not quite what they were at the beginning, and they're not what they were in s4. more than anything they feel like a get-out-of-jail free card for whatever writer needs to do something that would be easier to solve with a big handy institution with guns, but don't want to analyse the idea of a big handy institution with guns, so we're told that UNIT is "good" but I keep waiting for someone -- osgood and/or bingham -- to become that next liz shaw, and for kate stewart to be confirmed an antagonist based on said rundown I haven't made of her actions, which at best are often ineffectual and at worst some near-villain shit

rtd in the new specials continues writing UNIT the way it has been since s7 -- the same issues and questions about it are at the forefront, with a couple of new ones thrown in (an institution that's very diverse does not make it any less a paramilitary institution and in fact makes one highly suspicious of its propaganda campaign), but I hope he remembers some of the ways they caused problems during three's era, or the way his own original run at least complicated the doctor's feelings about them and I hope he ends up reintroducing those complications with fifteen but x 1000

and. kate stewart needs to become an antagonist. in my opinion. she'd make a very good antagonist, considering how much history there is between her and the doctor. that's another post though, but I want to make a list of every time KS has tried to deal with a situation with extra-judicial violence, because it is practically every episode she's in (if not every episode she's in)

I can buy the doctor feeling some kinda way, because UNIT was the brigadier, was liz, was jo, was yates and whatshisface (sorry I have forgotten his name), was a time where they were stuck and in need of help and UNIT did help them, and then it was also martha and now mel... the doctor built real personal connections with UNIT, but as a structure it is hiiiighly dubious At Best and fully just no-good the majority of the time

#i also dont remember what happens to osgood #we'll see!#i dont like the doctor being president of the world in this season #and i don't like how easily he works with UNIT sending out troops in this double-episode although he does suggest other ways #it's the part of nu!who that loses me -- when it moves away from People and focuses on the pov of institutional powers #but it can at aaany point choose to pivot again so it's not like it's The Dealbreaker #it's just that i am sat here waiting for the pivot #me doing that scene from friends: PIVOOOOT!!!! PIVOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!#im watching nu!who #im watching capaldi who #the measurement #oh goooosh UNIT also just straight-up GAVE martha the osterhagen key just fuckn #they did that to martha -- doctor! i dont like'em kick'em to the cuuurb #doctor who meta

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a-d-nox · 1 year

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Hiiii🧚🏻‍♂️

Can u speak about asteroid lacrimosa? That intrigues me so much, I can't find almost any information. I also would love to know how it would work in synastry?

I also have lacrimosa in scorpio conjuct venus and conjuct rising in asc pc in capricorn, that could give me a nostalgic look? or suffered? people ask me if i'm ok all the time lol also have chiron conjunct asc so yea anyways?

thank u for read love your blog sorry for the lenght 🌨️

lacrimosa, our lady of sorrows - mother mary (asteroid 208)

hi, i won't be answering the aspects portion of this ask because i do not respond to asks regarding asteroids i have not covered out of fairness to others and to the asker (it is for the best that you see where i may draw from when doing interpretation). after reading the my interpretation of the myth and you are still interested in your prior question please resubmit your prior question/ask!

on to mary.

Lacrimosa, Latin for "weeping" or "teary," is most often linked to The Virgin Mary, or "The Lady of Sorrows." The appearance of the phase "Lacrimosa" is linked to the Roman Catholic Requiem sequence "Dies Irae": "Lacrimosa dies illa / Qua resurgent ex favilla / Judicandus homo reus. / Huic ergo parce, Deus: / Pie Jesu Domine / Dona his requiem. Amen." In English this roughly translates to: "Tearful is the day / When risen from ashes / Guilty men are to be judged. / Spare him, God: / Pious (righteous) Jesus / Grant them rest. Amen." As a mini crash course: Mary is Christian derived figure referred to as St. Mary, the Virgin Mary, Miriam, Maryam, second Eve, the immaculate one, etc. In the Biblical section the book of Luke, Mary is visited by an angel while she is engaged to be married to Joseph, who is a descendant of Abraham just like Mary herself. The angel tells Mary that God has favored her and she is to give birth to God's son, whose name will be Jesus. Mary was confused because she was a virgin - the angel stated that the Holy Spirit would be upon her. Mary told the angel that she was God's faith servant and that what the angel said would be divinely done to validate her understanding. When Mary informed Joseph that she was to have God's son he continued, as planned, to marry her because he too was a loyal servant of God. Mary would later travel to Bethlehem and give birth to Jesus. Mary and Joseph had many more children - Mary appears again in the Bible when Jesus performs His miracles and to witness His crucifixion. Which brings us back around to why is Mother Mary called "The Lady of Sorrows." Mary's title of "The Lady of Sorrows" comes from the moment of his death, as she is said to have faced intense suffering/grief during the passionate death of Jesus. IN MY OPINION Lacrimosa in your chart can represent a) where you experience heartbreak, b) where you grieve someone you look up to, c) where you are innocent and trusted with a divine purpose, and/or d) what your greatest sorrow is.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of lacrimosa along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of lacrimosa!

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eideticstark · 2 years

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Federal Gambit- Part Two

Warnings: Minimal swearing, arguing

Pairings: dad!Gibbs x reader, Hotch x reader

A/N: Hello readers, here's the requested part 2! If you haven't read part 1, go back and do so. I've decided that this will be a full story. Currently I'm not sure how many parts it'll take to tell this story. Stick around if you're interested because I have something up my sleeve hehe. With that being said, the title is changed to "Federal Gambit". Originally it was a play on words but I needed it to be more fitting to the story. As always, feel free to critique me and/or leave requests! Thanks for reading! <3

If looks could kill, you easily would have had life in prison. Your icy blues refusing to break eye contact with Aaron who was still currently on the floor. Aaron decided he was tired of your bullshit and rolled his eyes.

“Looks like another staring contest won y/n/n! I’ve taught you well. Now if only you’d join my team at NCIS already-”

“Leroy, with the utmost respect please shut the fuck up. I have to diffuse this situation and babysit you two asshats.”

Aaron was clearly holding a grudge so you approached him and pulled him up only to drop him back onto the floor.

“Relax, that ought to knock some sense into you. And when you’re ready to have a conversation, feel free to join the adults over here. Ok? Ok.” You finished with a smile.

You were a Gibbs alright. Even though you took your mom’s last name, you were without a doubt Leroy’s kid. Lucky for you, people never thought to connect the dots which you were grateful for. The original Gibbs was a lot to handle but two? A dynamic duo for sure but the world was not prepared. Currently you are enjoying being a civilian. After your last deployment, you decided that you wanted a change of scenery. More importantly, you wanted some time to figure out which federal agency was the perfect fit for you.

Aaron groaned and pushed himself off the floor. He had a job to do. Ignoring the fact that he just got his ass kicked by an “old” agent, he walked over to you and Leroy and cleared his throat.

“I have a multitude of questions.”

“Do they pertain to your case?” Leroy retorted.

Aaron’s resting face returned and Leroy took that as his answer.

“You can ask y/n two questions. Rest will wait until you find who’s after her.”

Aaron pondered for a couple minutes and figured out what he wanted to ask.

“Why do you call him Leroy? No one in any agency calls him that. It’s either ‘Agent Gibbs’ or if one’s close enough, ‘Jethro’.”

“Mom had a special nickname for him. I wanted something that only I was allowed to use so I started calling him Leroy.” You genuinely answered.

Aaron nodded in acknowledgement before proceeding to ask his final personal question.

“Why’d you take your mom’s last name?”

“Leroy knew he would make a lot of enemies. For my protection, he and my mom agreed that I’d take her last name.”

There were still many unanswered questions but the three of you knew it was time for business. For heaven’s sake, someone was trying to kill you. First and foremost, the two men started poking around your life. You went to public school, marine brat, and enlisted to the Marine Corps straight out of high school just as Leroy was discharged and took a position at NCIS. Leroy made sure it was nearly impossible to trace you back to him and you made sure of the same thing. You and your dad were high profile. As Leroy and Aaron recounted your past, you quickly grew anxious and made sure not to show it. Granted it was just the basics but still, talking about your past was something you never did. Leroy was the only one who knew some details but was not about to out you unless absolutely necessary. Rule number four.

Aaron had enough of your deafening silence and Leroy's withholding of information and snapped at you.

“Y/n, can you think of any enemies?”

“Either dead or classified. Next question.”

“What were your missions when you were deployed?”

“Classified. And your security clearance isn’t high enough. Plus I don’t talk about my past.”

“Damn it y/n. Work with me here.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

“Try harder.”

“You don’t think I wanna catch the person behind this? How many times has someone come after you? Like what, once? Twice? People have been coming after me since I was eighteen. Part of the job being a sniper. That’s nearly a decade filled with names you hope to never hear again, relatives you hope to never see again, and time lost while hiding which you hope to never do again.”

Aaron took one step closer to you. Your faces just inches apart and him staring into your y/e/c orbs.

“The difference between you and I? You don’t have a fucking family. My wife was murdered and my son was next-”

You froze and averted your gaze away from Aaron as he continued to bitterly spew words at you. Glancing behind Aaron to Leroy, you saw that he froze too. Leroy discretely signed, “Did you know?” You shook your head ever so slightly. “Does he know?” Same response. Leroy sighed.

Had you known, you wouldn’t have gone that far. That was a low blow and you knew it. Working up all your courage, while looking down, you whispered, “Stop.” It was of no use. Tears were streaming down your face and when you finally looked up at him, you saw his stone cold face. Aaron made it a point to make you feel worse than you already were feeling. Leroy approached the two of you and gently pulled you away from Aaron. He looked at Aaron and sincerely uttered, “Y/n said ‘stop’.”

For not letting things affect you, you were shaken up. You needed a break so you went to your kitchen to fetch a glass of water. In the distance, you could hear Aaron and Leroy continue to discuss the case. You firmly gripped the kitchen counter, trying to process everything that was happening. A phone rang in the distance and you assumed it was someone letting Aaron know he had a case even though Leroy had already told him. You finally open your cupboard and was met with a blast.

Boom.

part 3

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncis x you #ncis fandom #ncis fanfiction #gibbs x reader #gibbs imagine #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader #criminal minds #cm #aaron hotchner #hotch x you #hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Little Secret

Warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, oral sex

Pairings: Cleo x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N is looking for John B and Sarah in Nassau but, she runs into Cleo. Cleo tells her that she knows where they are but, she won't tell Y/N unless she gives Cleo something in return.

Character: Cleo (played by Carlacia Grant)

Show: Outer Banks

You walked down the streets looking for John B and Sarah. You, Pope, JJ, and Kiara decided to split up to look for them once the four of you got the location you knew they were at. You knew they were in this location, you just didn’t know where.

You knew the Cameron’s has a vacation house here so you figured you could go check it out there to see if they were there. You wanted to get to Sarah and John B before the police did because, even though John B was innocent… it would not go down well.

You were just hoping the police didn’t find them yet. Then the four of you would have to come up with a new plan.

Once you got to the Cameron’s vacation house you looked around. It seemed like it would be hard to get in and Ward Cameron probably had some type of system set up to see if anyone broke in.

You saw a hotel near by so you decided to walk down there to see if maybe they were hiding there. You just wanted to find them. You were scared of what could happen to them here. People here also knew about John B.

You were looking around when you ran into someone.

“I- sorry..” You mumbled and started to walk by when they grabbed your wrist. You looked back at them. It was a girl. She had black hair and beautiful brown eyes. You looked at her confused to why she stopped you.

“You seem like you’re looking for someone. Do they happen to be a brunette boy and a blonde girl?” She asked.

“Yeah actually, Sarah Cameron and John B Routledge.. do you know them?” You asked.

“I know where they are.” The girl said. “I could tell you.” She said.

“Well how do I know I can trust you, I don’t even know your name.” You said.

“Names Cleo.” She said. Cleo.. that was a really nice name.

“I’m y/n.” You said. “And if you honestly know where they are then, can you please tell me?” You asked.

“Depends. What do I get in return?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” You corked a brow.

“Well I know about your friend John B. A murderer.” She said.

“He’s not a killer.” You said.

“Either way, I’m telling you important information that I could just tell the police. If I tell you, what will you give me in return?” Cleo asked.

“I- I don’t know. If you’re wanting money I don’t have any.” You said.

“Well.. I have an idea of something we could arrange.” She said, a smirk spreading across her face.

“And what would that be?” You asked.

“Well… I’ll tell you where your friends are if… you let me have a taste of that pussy.” She said pointing to your legs.

“I- excuse me?” You corked your brow. You couldn’t lie.. you liked the idea of this. Even though you didn’t know anything except for her name, she was hot. So, at the same time you did want to go along with this idea.

“You herd me.” Cleo said with a smirk.

“I mean… if that’s what it’s going to take to find Sarah and John B then… ok.” You nodded. Cleo smirked.

“Alright follow me.” She said and walked off. You followed her. She lead you to her boat and once they were inside she took you to a room that seemed like a bedroom. You walked in and she closed the door behind you.

“So, before we start.. you promise that you do actually know where Sarah and John B were?” You asked.

“Yes I promise. I wouldn’t lie to a pretty face like that.” Cleo said. You blushed looking away. She gently pushed you onto the bed so you were laying down. She then pulled off your shorts and panties. You felt a bit embarrassed to have your core exposed to someone you didn’t know but at the same time you loved it.

She got onto the bed and spread your legs then began to trail wet kisses up your thighs. You whined at the slow pace. She kept kissing up your thighs until she finally got to the place you ached for her.

She licked a long strip up your folds making you gasp and whimper. She smirked and then dived in. She began to massage your clit with her tongue making you moan out. You reached down and put your hands through her raven hair.

She gently bit your clit making you gasp. She smirked at your reaction and then opened your folds more with her thumbs and inserted her tongue into your pussy. She began to fuck you with her tongue making you moan more.

You kept one hand in her hair and the other hand was fisting the sheets. She went back up to your clit, working her magic with her tongue on your clit. As Cleo did so, she inserted two fingers into you without warning.

“Oh god!” You moaned out loudly as the pace of her fingers kept getting faster. You threw your head back. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach and you clenched around her fingers, signaling her that you were close.

“You’re close pretty girl?” She asked with a smirk.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out.

“Then cum for me.” She said putting her mouth back on your clit. With that you’re eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble. You felt the wave of pleasure wash over you and you screwed your eyes closed.

Once you finally opened your eyes again you looked to see Cleo now sitting up with a smirk on her face. You sat up on your forearms and looked down. The sheets were soaked. Her chin and fingers were completely covered with your juices and even some got on her shirt.

“Holy shit.. who knew she was a squirter.” She said with a smirk. Your face went red. You had never squirted before. You had hooked up many times before but no one was ever able to make you squirt until now.

“We will keep this our little secret.” She said looking at you and she winked. You just nodded, your cheeks still red.

“Now come on, get dressed and cleaned up. I’ll take you to your friends.” Cleo said.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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