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OK HI HELLO TRANSLATION ANON HERE!
Dissidia just destroyed me with the new Angeal chapter. There WERE, in fact, Sephiroth and Angeal interactions and they hurt, I will tell you. I actually almost cried. The angst was incredible.
It’s very hard to translate everything because there was so much dialogue, but I will do my best to summarize below:
So, Angeal is back and he was talking with Cloud’s group, trying to catch up on everything. He seems to have no idea what happened past his death, which makes sense. For now, Cloud is just trying to save Tifa who is in danger with a few other characters.
Angeal helps Cloud and they actually end up facing Sephiroth, who is on his usual “Hahaha eat despair, kids!” BS and is after some energy crystals because power, blah blah. Seph is fighting Cloud and attacking the others like usual, but poor Angeal has no clue why at first.
He very much approaches his old companion with his lecturing “dad friend” tone and says, “Sephiroth, explain yourself! That was crossing the boundaries of just a training exercise!”
He is baffled and says that they were both soliders, wondering if the “company” aka Shinra ordered Seph to attack the others.
Seph just laughs it off and tells Angeal to move out of his way. Angeal is visibly disturbed and asked Sephiroth what’s wrong with his facial expression (presumably Seph’s malicious smirking as usual). Angeal says to not joke around like this, saying he doesn’t understand what’s going on and that Seph seems different—he seems…changed.
The others, mainly Cloud, are trying to tell him that “the Sephiroth of the present” is not the same as the one Angeal knew. They say that present Sephiroth is cruel and unforgiving and that he burned down Nibelheim.
Angeal is very upset and can’t believe it. He shakes his head sorrowfully and saying that Sephiroth was always very selective of the decisions he made, so the idea that he would commit such atrocities is astounding. That’s when Angeal turns around and asks Sephiroth, “Don’t tell me….were you one of them too? Did you deteriorate like Genesis? You too?”
He immediately assumes that it must have been the degradation that made Sephiroth do what he did, but Sephiroth seems to get upset and shakes his head, saying that “they have nothing to talk about!”
(Liar lol).
Angeal goes straight for the elephant in the room and asks,
“Sephiroth…are you angry with me? I’m sorry I disappeared without telling you…but…(referring to “we have nothing to talk about) is your demeanor/behavior towards anyone that asks you for a reason/for answers. Just tell me what happened!”
Basically, Angeal is demanding that Sephiroth explain and communicate instead of just dismissing it. Angeal says this in one fiery swoop, darting at Seph with his sword, and shockingly, he manages to knock the latter back, who gasps in surprise. Angeal can’t believe it and says that Seph is losing his grip, and that it’s very unlike him.
Sephiroth literally says “You’re making me stumble/shake…I need to get rid of you.”
We get the idea that Angeal’s presence is actually messing with Sephiroth and making him weaker…very likely with hesitation. Needless to say, Seph is angered and a battle starts with him saying
“Go away, Angeal. Your presence is discomforting…”
More angst!
Angeal responds,
“Look, maybe we weren’t in the type of relationship where we could confide in each other for everything….but I haven’t stopped thinking about you guys (Seph and Gen), hoping that you at least didn’t turn out like me…so just let me ask you….is there anything I can still do (to help)?”
(I am gonna cry. Angeal nooo).
Cloud yells at Angeal to stop because there is just no way to reach Sephiroth :(
Anyway, they fight and Angeal notes in horror that Sephiroth’s power is extreme and he is way too strong to be degrading. He asks himself,
“Sephiroth…what happened to you? What power is this?”
And now for the angst cherry on top of the whole thing:
Sephiroth gets pissed at the whole thing even more. He says, “Enough!” and goes after Cloud with his usual “Remember me, Cloud” nonsense and tries to charge. Angeal yells for him to wait and jumps in front of Cloud to save him.
Seph’s sword stabs through Angeal’s shoulder and it really looks like this freaks Seph out because he jumps back immediately, presumably in shock. Angeal falls down and is hurt, which prompts the others to ask if he’s okay.
He brushes it off even though he can’t get up yet and shifts his attention to Sephiroth again. His words are so sad…he says,
“I don’t know what to do. Everything has changed so much since then. I know I’m not supposed to now…but I want to stay by your side until the end this time…so please…Sephiroth…just talk to me…”
Guys, I was pretty much crying lol. I will cover the next part in a second ask because this one is too long, but chew on this pain for now. It really stung, this whole chapter…and Angeal breaking down in this scene was hard to see.
Jesus fucking christ.
Jesus H. Christ.
FUck.
FUCK.
#asks#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#crisis core#sephcanons#sephiroth#angeal hewley#dissidia#dissidia opera omnia#it's exactly how I pictured it#I'm in so much pain right now it's not even funny#THEY KEEP CONFIRMING MY CHARACTERIZTION SHIT LMAO I'M HAPPY BUT ALSO SQUARE I'M HURTING STAHP
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This is the angst anon crawling in.
I'd like Sephiroth x Female reader one-shot. Female reader has Sephiroths little girl just after he leaves for his last mission. She gets a knock on the door and told he's dead. And him turning up randomly in the middle of the night to see his little girl... But he's nuttier than squirrel shit!
Oh of course!!!!!!!!
It had been 5 months since that dreadful day. You had just put (c/n) to bed when your nightly routine had been interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. You don’t remember much after that. You had collapsed when they had told you. Your whole life changed at that moment. The days following had been hard, the knowledge that your rock, your Sephiroth was never coming back gripped in your chest. It was a pain that never left.
As time went on you slowly learnt to live with that pain, suppressing it and putting all your focus on caring for your little girl. She was everything to you, the last piece of him you had left. She had her father’s eyes.
You dreaded the night. You kissed your daughter goodnight and watched her as her eyes drifted closed for the night, the pain burst forwards. Making your way back into the bedroom that you once shared with your love, you could almost hear that dreaded knock at the door. Sinking onto the bed you let out a silent cry. Your eyes snapped open when the knocking in your memory carried on one too many times.
You made your way to the door when you realised that there was actually someone there. You wiped away the tears from your face and opened the door. You stared at the figure in front of you. It couldn’t be. There, standing before you was Sephiroth. His face was expressionless until his eyes darted to your stomach. “Where is she?!” his tone was demanding and laced with worry. You blinked, shock still holding your voice in your throat. He spoke again, this time his hand gripped into your shoulders, shaking you slightly.
His voice must have woken your little girl up because you could hear her little cry coming from her room. Sephiroth heard it too and pushed you aside and strode into the house. You shut the door and followed him into your daughter's room. He stood next to her cot, studying her face. Eyes that matched his own studied him back. You looked at Sephiroth, still not believing it to be true. “Seph?” you finally spoke. He didn’t even look at you. “Seph?” you spoke again, a little louder. Once again, nothing. “Sephiroth. Speak to me. Where have you been?” He finally looked at you this time. He had an unsettling look on his face “I’ve been learning the truth. I now know of the circumstance of my birth. I know how Gaia must be reclaimed.” His eyes held a madness that you had never seen before.
“What are you talking about?” Your hands were trembling and tears rolled down your cheeks. He watched you and you thought you saw a flash of upset on his face. He walked up to you and placed his hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch with a sob. He pressed a kiss to your lips before he whispered “I’m sorry.”
That's when you felt it. The cold steel of mesamune sliding through your abdomen. You stared at Sephiroth with wide eyes. “Why?” you muttered, consciousness leaving you. “My daughter would never walk if I raised her to worry for the ants beneath her feet.”
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(Xaela) *shrieks in glee at the bby!Nox AU* So cute! I love it! As I say this though, the angst bug bit so uh, buckle up. First question, in Dissidia, does bby!Nox still have Sick days, or has he moved on to Quiet days? And does tiny ten year old Nox have one in front of the Champions? How much /panic/ is Sephiroth in at the sight of his new favorite person going down? Does he scoop him up and rush to Noctis demanding to know what's going on? And Noctis just quietly explains what he knows.
WHY DOES EVERYONE ASK FOR ANGST. But okay.
Yes, Nox still has Sick Days at that age and ... SURE. LET’S GIVE HIM A SICK DAY. The healers FLOCK to Sephiroth and Noctis as Noctis just grimly takes Nox from Seph’s arms and cuddles his highly feverish brother and whispers soothing nothings when Nox starts crying out from his fever dreams (memories). ALL THE PANIC. Sephiroth is agitated and wild-eyed and ANGRY, he’s ready to throw hands with anything and anyone if that will fix the problem but it won’t so all he can do is guard Noctis and Nox as Noctis gently uses ice magic on Nox’s skin to keep the fever down and the healers fuss and Y’shtola probably stands nearby and looks Heartbroken over the consequences of a bby WoL being, well, a bby WoL.
Noctis does explain. He explains that whatever the Nifs did in creating him, they made him be born with too much magic. He’ll grow into his power eventually but for now ... sometimes it overtakes the limits of his body and sends him into these fever states. They only last a few hours to a day, but it’s always scary like this.
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5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse? 6. What is your favorite thing about writing your current muse? 7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote? // Also ya know when you've been writing/friends with some one a long time when you look at these kind of memes and go... know that, know that and that and so on... XD
5.) Most difficult thing about my current muse... gods. He’s a LOT of fun, but Sephiroth can be really demanding on the psyche. I am not the kind of person who literally thinks of my muse as existing separately from me, my decisions, and imagination, but when I get into Sephiroth headspace, depending on the intensity of the thread, I have visceral physical reactions.
I’ve caught my heart pounding in my chest reading/writing with Seph in mind, so sometimes I have to take a step back and not get worked up! XD Which means he can be a bit tiring.
Also wrangling the bastard in, knowing when he’s more apt to go off spouting his delusional nonsense and when he’d keep his cagey plans to himself. REMAKE is the most challenging version of Sephiroth to play out, because of how all over the place his head is, and how little we now know about his endgame. Everyone else, CC, OG, AC, has a lot of predictable canon to work off of. Remake Seph is a loose canon (pun ENTIRELY intended! ;D)
6.) My favourite thing about writing my current muse is... EVERYTHING. Gods, what isn’t to like about this complex piece of work? I do love that I get so drawn in to writing him that I get swept up like I do. I love the kinds of stories I get to tell with him, from the SUPER ANGST to the unexpected fluff, to the potential for CRAZY shenanigans! Sephiroth is a great straightman (hahaha) for a jokester to play off of, and it’s not impossible to get him involved in trouble, depending on timeline. He’s just... so much goddamn fun.
7.) First muse I ever wrote? ...I don’t even remember. I... THINK it might have been Star Wars related...? When my friends and I couldn’t run around the yard with toy blasters and light sabers we would pass notebooks back and forth and do script style RP. WAIT. Okay, typing that out made me actually remember. So I have a half sister who was raised by my grandmother and we’d visit them on the holidays. She was older, and into D&D and stuff, computers, the like, and she let me into her IIRC chatroom on her computer and I was Dot from Animaniacs. XD I don’t even remember how old I was. Frickin’ SMALL and no business being in an IIRC chat room. They probably hated me.
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@nibelstrike sent : how is his relation with shera ? (gimme angst pls jk or not)
it’s a common idea , once you’ve been spared from death , your following time is borrowed , or even stolen ; i don’t believe their relationship is traditional nor healthy , at least during the og . i believe shera still feels guilty , because when cid shouts over the intercom “ you’ll die ! ” she simply replies “ i don’t mind . ” but he still sacrificed the mission to save her anyway . he sacrificed all their dreams , not just his , though she seemingly accepted her fate long before he even realized she was still on the ship . one teammate even tries to encourage him to forget about shera and follow through with the launch . this wasn’t just his dream , this was a team effort , and he sacrificed all of it to save one woman who put herself in that situation to begin with . she risked her life because she didn’t trust the numbers and didn’t trust her captain’s word , or so it seems .
i believe he still holds her responsible for the failure to launch only because he believes she’s smarter than she thinks , that she worries too much and it grates on his nerves ; he genuinely believes she’s intelligent in her own right and lets her anxieties get in her own way . that’s what he’s upset about , instead of resenting his decision to save her . he believes she’s partly responsible because she didn’t trust the numbers , or him , but in the end , shinra pulled the plug on the program , not shera .
i also believe he’s in the wrong , with yelling at her constantly and demanding she follow orders . i believe he finally gets his shit together after finally flying into space . there’s a phenomenon known as the overview effect experienced by astronauts in space : “ It is the experience of seeing firsthand the reality of the Earth in space , which is immediately understood to be a tiny , fragile ball of life , “ hanging in the void ”, shielded and nourished by a paper - thin atmosphere . From space , national boundaries vanish , the conflicts that divide people become less important , and the need to create a planetary society with the united will to protect this “ pale blue dot ” becomes both obvious and imperative . ” -- he literally sees the earth as a fragile orb of life and realizes his conflicts and his issues are so small in comparison , plus when he fights sephiroth , he actually has hope for the future and has no intention of dying in the north crater when he has so much . . . Life to return to .
so when he returns to rocket town after seph’s defeat , i imagine maybe a year or so later he finally proposes to shera . and she accepts ! and his team builds him an airship which he names after his new wife . i believe he yells much less ( at her , at least ) and no longer holds resentment for the failure to launch no . 26 .
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Keep Your Eyes On Me Part 3
Woo, thank you so much to @waiting4inspiration for hositing this 2k follower challenge, this has been really fun, so heads up there’s a little lemony smutty good good at the end. I didn’t go “whole hog” just in case those who are uncomfortable with it but like the story don’t have to bleach their eyes after reading it, I *tried* to be discreet. But if that’s wanted HO BOY. Part 4 man...whew lordy. Also Part 4 has ANGST.
So here is Part 1 and Part 2 and then part three is down below, enjoy.
Part 3
Once you got there however, you looked at Ivar the Boneless’ wife, Freydis and her very pregnant belly as they walked together in the market and your heart broke. Your contacts were able to see past the skin of her belly to see the baby in her womb and the readout in your contacts told you that the child would be born crippled like his father and Ivar would probably abandon the baby in the woods as was the custom which would turn his wife against him which would spell disaster to Kettegat and Bjorn would be killed when Kettegat would implode. You needed to get Bjorn out of here, but not until you could save that baby. You knew you could heal him and make him well. And if nothing else, you were going to bring him home and adopt him, that was not forbidden by The Order, many Ladies had adopted children on their missions or even Bjorn could adopt him with his future wife, as soon as you figured out who she was and introduced him to her which the sooner than happened the better because you were in danger of becoming too close to him emotionally, that neural link was much stronger than any other you had set up and it breeded a familiarity and a closeness that both thrilled you and made you nervous because you were now flirting with the ‘do not cross’ lines set out in The Code. But still, you couldn’t explain why your heart went out to the babe in Freydis’ belly but you couldn’t deny your strong feelings for it.
That night as Bjorn took you to his small and humble home and used your own tent to provide shelter for you- next to his house, the tent joining with his house so that you could walk through one into the other like it was an addition to the house although now that you were home, Bjorn felt more at home in your tent than in his own house now.
But tonight he saw that even in your horse form, you were downcast but you were hiding your thoughts from him but your distraught feelings seemed to bleed into him. He closed the tent which transformed the inside to your home away from home and you instantly transformed into yourself as you went into auto pilot and made both of you something to eat.
“What’s wrong Astrid?” Bjorn asked as he came to stand by you and helped you try to prepare the meal as you just shook your head from your swirling thoughts.
“I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.” You whispered as you slowly peeled some apples while he peeled potatoes.
“Do you have to leave me now? Now that I’m home?” He asked worriedly.
“No, not yet, your path isn’t here, it’s southeast of here.” You shook your head as you focused on the apple in your hand and slowly slicing it now that it was peeled.
“You could try telling me, I’ll do my best to understand.” He offered because this was the first time he had ever seen you so down and it bothered him greatly. LIke your frown was crushing his heart and making it feel like he couldn't breathe.
“Freydis is carrying a son.” You informed him solemnly, your words barely above a whisper.
“That’s... good.” Bjorn nodded but frowned in confusion as to why that would sadden you, were you jealous? If you were, he could fix that, immediately if need be. Surely you couldn’t go back to Odin and back to Asgard if you were carrying his child. Could you? He was afraid to ask. It had surprised him how once you both came to an understanding, how at ease you were around each other and how easy it was to be around you to the point he missed you when not by your side.
“No, it’s not good, he’s lame and a cripple like his father, but more-so, he’s...he’s deformed to what Ivar feels is a hideous degree, the baby will not live long unless I intervene, Ivar’s going to abandon the babe in the forest for it because he would rather that baby die helpless in the forest than live like he has lived. He thinks that cruelty is mercy, which to him, it is. What he doesn’t know is it will absolutely destroy Freydis and she will die getting vengeance for her son, all because Freydis has filled Ivar with a twisted saying and led him to believe that he’s a god, which he isn’t, but because he believes that, he feels the baby proves he isn’t, which is true. It’s going to be his downfall and start to destroy everything he’s built. I know you’re used to this custom but I am not. Back home in Neveah, we do not abandon those who are born different. Because they are usually born with other gifts that are very desirable and differences are celebrated rather than looked down on or feared. It is unthinkable and detestable for us to do such a thing, especially to a helpless baby.” You revealed as you shook your head as tears flooded your vision as you felt your heart break at the thought before your resolve formed within you and found a solid footing.
“We need to leave this place as soon as possible, preferably a day or two, but not more than a week after Ivar does abandon the babe because Freydis will start looking jealously at every babe she sees and if he’s discovered, or I’m discovered they’ll demand that I heal Ivar, but if I do, that will change everything. Odin will disavow me and everything I do, everything I’ve ever done, could or probably will be- undone, like pulling the yarn from a sweater you’re knitting, it’ll all unravel and I won’t have his protections because they’ll be lifted and I’ll be stripped of all my powers and abilities and everything that makes me what I am and I’ll be stranded here and I’ll never be able to go home, I’ll be put to death as a witch or whatever, they could come after you which if they do, I’ve failed my mission and best case scenario is I’m replaced, the worst case is we both die. But I can’t ignore this pull in my heart and my soul towards the baby. And part of me doesn’t care if I overstep my bounds, if it’s just to protect the baby, ..Seph...Frigga would understand. I’m turning into a hawk or a wolf or whatever I have to turn into and I’m saving that baby, I’ll take him home with me when I have to leave you, my medicine can cure him as soon as I can take him into my custody. Because what Ivar can’t see is that baby has more potential for greatness than Ivar could ever dream of but he’s blinded by his own pain and illusion of divinity to see it.” You hissed defiantly as Bjorn lifted his arm and hugged you from the side before rubbing soothing circles into your back as he listened attentively.
“So we’re taking the babe with us when we go east then.” Bjorn couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought of you being a mother thinking you were quite the picture of a mother bear protecting her cub just now. He liked it. He loved it actually. And he wasn’t helpless anymore. He could take care of you. He could build a new home for you, with him and he would do everything in his power to give you a home and a family so you wouldn’t feel homesick.
“Yes, but in order to nurse him and keep him publicly, I’ll just have to become your thrall, but it’s just for appearances. You won’t actually be my master.” You insisted as you turned and looked up at him with a determination in your eyes which made him smile. You were the epitome of a strong woman and he loved that.
“Wouldn’t dream of it Astrid.” Bjorn agreed as he kissed your forehead sweetly and hugged you tight as his grin grew just a little scheming. Oh he had a better idea than that.
Once Bjorn fell asleep you turned on the shield around his bed so that it was a sound proof barrier from you.
“This is H.L.S. Zulu Alpha Roger Alpha 0960 Coding in- Dragon.” You dialed before the screen popped up from your wrist’s device and it showed a face.
“Response positive, report 0960.” Morgan requested.
“Target is now at home, I set up and am maintaining a safe perimature, urging target to gather his crew and supplies to transport to drop off point ASAP. Requesting a detour.” You asked.
“Explain detour.” Morgan frowned in confusion.
“Ivar the Boneless’ wife, Freydis is about to have a baby boy. My scans show the baby is deformed and physically disabled and if and when Ivar follows customs, he will abandon the baby. Requesting permission to save the baby and heal and either rehouse or adopt personally.” You requested.
“One moment.” Morgan asked as she pulled up the histories and the Book of Destiny as her face betrayed no other emotion before she secured the channel so that your conversation would not be recorded or listened in on, that it would be private between just you and her.
“Zara, what’s going on? You’ve never asked for a detour before, why now?” Morgan asked which caused you to exhale in defeat.
“When I saw Freydis and my contacts x-rayed her and showed me her baby and then they ran that probabilities calculation, it was like a stab through the heart and a kick in the gut when they told me the baby would be abandoned just because it has brittle bone disease, his legs are deformed and his nose isn’t right but it is all well within the capabilities to heal. My heart broke when I read the outcome. I can’t...I can’t let that happen. It was like if the baby was mine and someone threatened to do that to my own child, I feel rage and abhorrance and I just...I fell in love with him instantly. So I’m not officially requesting a detour, I’m reporting a detour. Come hell or high water I am going to save that baby, heal him and raise him on my own if I have to and if Sephira wants to unravel me, she can and even if she wants to dump me here, I’m ok with that. He’s worth it, but even if she does unravel me, she does not get to unravel Bjorn or the baby.” You explained as your cried and wiped your tears away as you did your best to appear as determined as possible as Morgan gave you a sympathetic smile. She knew Sephira would make an exception for you . You were a High Lady of Sephira after all and were on her council for a reason. You were a stickler for the code but while The Code was in place for a reason, each Lady was free to interpret it how she felt was right for the situation and this fit in with the spirit of the code. So Morgan had no trouble at all approving this. Hell half of her own kids were products of this kind of “detour” and why she was no longer in field work because her hands were already full.
“Ok. Request granted. Welcome to motherhood, welcome to spit up, sleepless nights and poopy pants but getting paid in unconditional love, hugs and kisses.” Morgan grinned proudly since she was the mother of 4 herself as she ordered a dose of serum that would prompt lactation and really heighten your mother instincts so you could nurse said baby as well as downloaded into your journal all the baby care information she could and sent a second ‘home button’ disguised as a charm on a necklace, small enough to fit around the baby’s neck and would lock in the baby’s biometrics once it was put on.
“Anything else to report 0960?” Morgan asked officially as she opened the channel back up.
“No, thank you. End of report.” You answered as you smiled gratefully at her wiped your tears away.
“Over and out, report again when you leave Kettegat or if something goes sideways.” Morgan insisted as you suddenly felt the injection in your wrist before your breasts started to change already before you opened the back of your book to see the baby’s necklace in the process of materializing and smiled at the little silver hammer before you looked over suggested baby names. Dyre was at the top of the list. It was a boy’s name that meant- dear one. Perfect.
The next few days you spent doing little else but reading at home while Bjorn talked with the others to form a new settlement party for when you would go east including meeting with Ivar and others. Raiding parties were all about cramming as many warriors looking for loot as you could into the boats while settlement parties had to have a lot more careful thought and planning because you had to make sure you brought enough food stuffs and seeds and things to sow and harvest crops and enough people to build a new society out of basically nothing. But to help him, your journal had given him a map and pointed out three potential points for settlements as well as five potential raiding points which were relatively close by and trading ports so that Bjorn wouldn’t be able to figure it out too quickly where exactly he was going but would have a good general idea while Ivar had the map copied so that he could make future raiding plans as Ivar gave Bjorn his blessing to begin preparations.
When the night came that Ivar the boneless was going to abandon his son, Bjorn showed you where it was and left you there and walked back home as you sat as an owl in the tree and waited. When he came you flew into the tree closest to him so you could overhear his words, feeling enraged and incensed by them. You waited until he had crawled away a short distance, the baby started to cry and he paused and looked back, you still hoped that the sound of the baby crying would pull a heart string he still had, but no, he didn’t, he just left and you could do nothing but conclude that he truly was ruthless. You transformed into a wolf and howled and watched as Ivar hurried himself to get away. Most fathers should be crawling back to protect their baby rather than crawl away to save themselves you thought to yourself bitterly. He didn’t even look back to see you come over to his baby and sniff as the baby cried hysterically as you drug what the baby was put in- away, out of ear shot before you transformed back into Astrid before you got a good look at him and your heart broke. He was deformed and without your help, he would not survive and it was such that he couldn’t even latch properly, the poor thing was probably starving. But it’s a good thing you could help him.
“Shhh, it’s ok, it’s ok, mommy’s here.” You cooed as you scanned him quickly then picked up the baby and kissed him and put his beacon on which scanned him and locked in his biometrics which in turn would be the basis to bring the baby as close to perfection as humanly possible and set him on your chest and bounced and swayed to calm him as your materializer created a duplicate baby that would look like a baby but was just imitation flesh, indifferential to anyone else and once it was done, you placed the imitation baby, complete with a perfect replica of what the baby was wearing and put it back in the carrier where the baby had been laying before you started to walk away with him.
“You’re my son now, you’re no longer Baldur. You are reborn this day, as Dyre. Because you are very dear to me.” You cooed as you sprouted wings and flew away back to Bjorn.
“So this is Baldur.” Bjorn said as he peeked in your cloak to see the baby sleeping peacefully using your bosom as a pillow but even he grimaced at the deformity.
“Not any more, he’s Dyre now.” You grinned proudly as you put the sleeping babe on the same cot Bjorn had laid on when he was injured not that long ago as you unwrapped the baby and threw all that was wrapped around him in the fire since you had new baby clothes for him to wear, but first, you had to heal him. You brought up what Bjorn would have recognized as a soul forge which put a protective barrier around Dyre and levitated him and painlessly healed him and fixed his legs and everything else that was wrong with him so that he would look like any other child and have a “normal” childhood and have no lameness or disability, not even a limp. But oh, would he be handsome in addition to being intelligent and within the hour, the baby was better than new, he also woke up once he was healed and started to fuss because his hunger pains were back.
“There we go.” You breathed in relief as you got the baby a new diaper on and new clothes out of dragon silk and dragon wool on before you picked him up and cradled him before you carried him to your bed, which was now coincidentally right next to Bjorn’s as Bjorn pulled up your blankets and tucked both of you in as you nursed Dyre who was ravenous before Bjorn got into bed himself.
Once he heard that you were asleep he peeked open his eyes and saw you sleeping on your side, facing him, your whole body seeming to curl and coil around Dyre a Dyre slept blissfully in your embrace before he reached out and gently stroked your face then Dyer's face as his smile grew proud and serene.
The next morning Bjorn woke up with a sack of money on his chest, it was heavy. Surely it would be more than enough to buy you at the market as he quickly got up and got dressed and went to the market and looked for you urgently before he found you being unloaded from a ship of other thralls, you still stood out among them as others had come and caught sight of you and had hurried to get all the coins they had to buy you, since you were the most beautiful thrall in the market by a long shot. Most couldn’t remember the last time they had ever seen a woman so fair. Even as strangely dressed as you were.
“Astrid!” He called out and you snapped your head up and looked at him like he was crazy. The plan was that he was supposed to simply buy you as a thrall, not know you by name. And here you had gone through all the trouble of being in a tiny “sinking” rowboat with your baby and get caught by the thrall ship just off shore and get “captured”.
“You know him?” They asked you as you stuttered and stammered.
“Yes she knows me! She’s my wife!” He argued hotly as he came right up to you and explained how he had married you in secret almost a year ago and had come upon you in a raid and taken you as his wife but for fear you’d be taken by others while he was away on raids, he hid you away and “scolded” you for not telling them that you were his wife as the thrallers explained how they had caught you just that morning as that story seemed more plausible as you just nodded along in agreement and had to admit that that was a really good cover.
“Is this my babe?” He asked you excitedly.
“Y..Yes, he is, this is your son Dyre. Our dear one.” You answered, playing along as you showed him his ‘son’ as he took him and held him like any adoring father would and kissed his cheeks.
“You were supposed to come and get me! Why did you leave me for so long? I had to come and find you.” You demanded, trying to have a bite to your words but you failed miserably because for some reason, you couldn’t stop smiling.
“Sorry, I was on a raid down south, I only just got back, thank the Allfather you came when you did, you would have been a thrall if I hadn’t been here.” He grinned cheekily.
“Do you really know him?” They asked before you stood a little prouder.
“He is Bjorn Gudmundsson, son of…” You began as you recited his family line as Bjorn’s chest puffed out in pride and his beaming smile shamed the sun.
“I see you’re wearing the shirt I made you.” You said as you nodded to his new shirt he was wearing once you were done and it was proof that you two were indeed married and they let you go.
“Yes,” He grinned proudly as the others humfed that they wouldn’t be able to make a sale off of you as Bjorn put his arm around you possessively and kissed your temple and walked away with you and showed you around Kattegat and introduced you to everyone as his wife and introduced Dyre as his son before he brought you home.
“Sadly I had a horse but she ran away this morning.” He tried to explain so his neighbor’s would hear it before he welcomed you into your house.
Once the door was shut however Bjorn caged you behind the door and finally kissed you.
Oh no. Oh fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. Shit. He was not supposed to like you this much. And you weren’t supposed to kiss him back. But you did. And heaven above help you, you were enjoying it.
The other arm that wasn’t holding Dyre grabbed his shirt and pulled him to you which he was all too happy to oblige and press you up against the door but careful not to press himself against Dyre while one of his hands found your face and the other found your waist and pulled you close to him in turn and it wasn’t until Dyre fussed that you broke apart for air and you finally came to your senses.
“Bjorn...I…” You tried to explain as the look in your eyes grew so pained.
“I know, you’re a Valkyrie. You won’t be with me for too much longer. I just...I needed...I wanted… you told me to keep my eyes on you, the problem is I can’t take my eyes off of you now.” Bjorn tried to explain as you looked up at him sympathetically and used your free hand to cup his cheek, smiling sadly when he still leaned into your touch.
“That was why I suggested the plan I did. Not a lot of women are keen on being a second or third wife, especially if the first is beloved, that’s why I was supposed to be a thrall, it’s going to be harder for you to explain why I left you if I’m your wife rather than your thrall.” You gently argued before you moved out from between him and the door as you looked down at Dyre lovingly as you bounced him slightly to get him to go back to sleep as you thought your options over and assessed the risks. You had to warn him.
“Bjorn, you can’t love me. It’s just a matter of time before Odin will bring me back to Asgard. We will have to be...very careful. Because I don’t want to leave, not yet, not until I know you’ll be safe and that you’re able to be on your own or we do find your future wife who will care for you, the way she should, the way you deserve anyway.” You tried to explain delicately. Wishing that was all there was to it.
“But I do love you, you are the daughter of Dragoners on Neveah and you are as fierce as any dragon, you are stronger and wiser than any other being I’ve ever known or will ever know. How could I not fall in love with you? Even if Odin abandons you, I never will. I swear on the life of our son that I will love you and care for you for the rest of my life and I will build you a home with my own two hands wherever you want it to be and I will ease your homesickness and I will do whatever I have to do to make you the happiest woman possible.” Bjorn swore as you swooned before he took Dyre out of your arms and gently kissed him before he put him down in his bassinet before he picked you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist while your arms naturally wrapped around his neck and shoulders before you leaned down to kiss him as he carried you over to your bed and laid you down and pinned you to it and kissed you passionately as he grabbed your skirts and brought them up to your hips as you furiously tried to take your own clothes off.
You both had to quiet each other from moaning too loud once you were joined.
“Ok, now I feel like I’m in Valhalla,” Bjorn growled in your ear before he bit your ear lobe which made you gasped as your legs wrapped around his waist while your nails clawed up his back deliciously as the gasp turned into a moan as he continued to move on top of you and start up an earnest rhythm as you kissed passionately and when his mouth traveled down your neck, to your chest, he got a mouthful of milk when he suckled on your breast which he wasn’t used to but it was very sweet.
“Getting a snack there my Love?” You giggled as he kept suckling at you.
“I am.” Bjorn laughed as he licked and kissed the distance from one nipple to the other.
“Making sure it’s good enough for our son?” You asked which made him grin wider.
“Yup, it’s perfect for our son.” Bjorn beamed proudly as he swallowed it down from above you before he captured your lips once more and made love to you the way he had wanted to since he met you, the way any loving and dutiful husband would please his wife and made absolutely sure you got your satisfaction before he got his.
#Vikings#vikings imagines#history vikings#vikings crossover#oc viking#viking reader insert#Keep Your Eyes On Me#Keep Your Eyes On Me Part 3#viking lemon
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✁ Also hades n seph o k pce
symbolic angst : accepting.
Send me “✁“ for my muse to hurt your muse physically.
hades wandered the halls as though in a trance, dark gaze blank and movements robotic as he paced the obsidian pathways. his mind was far away, not within the confines of the underworld but somewhere much darker, somewhere more terrifying than the depths of tartarus itself. it wasn’t right --- this wasn’t him. something was bound to go wrong and hades was not in the right mind to stop it.
it was then that his eyes narrowed in on his own wife, watching her tip toe down the hall towards the front entrance ( probably looking for him, or longing for a breath of fresh air, but this hades could not see the truth ). something sharp twisted in his gut, a reaction so foul it did not bode well for the queen of the dark. a scowl crossed his mouth, hurrying forward to catch up with her, hatred boiling in his gut.
❛ where are you going? ❜ he demanded, voice filled with a cold fury. when she did not respond immediately, his hand wrapped around her throat, shoving her back against the dark marble walls as his face changed from rage to a porcelain mask of complete indifference. ❛ you’re trying to leave me, i see. have you forgotten who you are? whom you belong to? you can’t run from me, persephone, and the harder you try, the tighter i will hold on. i own you, darling. ❜
he smirked, sadistic and so unlike his usual timid smile. with fingers still latched around her throat, he pulled her forward and slammed her head back against the wall, releasing only as she cried out. ❛ return to our chambers, or it will be far worse for you, my love. ❜
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@shinrasfirst whispered: “I never could lie to you.“ (bro!Seph)
⨳ — SOFT ANGST; - [Accepting!]
“It’s not much of a super power, if the only one I can summon truth from is you.” The reply that greeted him was tongue in cheek, a barb forged from years worth of sibling rivalry - yet still rooted at its heart in affection. They may not have shared the same blood, but he was still her brother, still the constant thorn in her side that had seen her through countless toddler tantrums and mischievous maladies. Aerith liked to think she was better for it. That in some way the unrelenting barrage of affectionate teasing and insufferable bravado had helped to mould her into a fairly respectable person - but maybe that was giving Sephiroth more credit than he really deserved. The most useful thing he’d seemingly taught her as of late was that his friends were infinitely better looking than her own.
All amusement aside however, there was something on his mind. It was written in his posture, in the sag of broad shoulders and the stilted sigh that had rolled from his lips just moments prior. At the ripe old age of thirteen, Aerith was hardly a fountain of wisdom, but even she knew to read between the lines and stop skirting around jokes. She could be serious when the need arose, maybe even helpful, if it was innocence and fresh perspective that he was suddenly so desperately craving. Seated at his side, her elbow found his ribs, nudging gently as she learnt her small frame against the sturdiness of his own. “Talk to me.” She instructed, voice carrying with it the lilt of a demand that most mere mortals had scarcely the power to refuse.
It was probably a conversation better suited for Ifalna and not herself, but there was still honour amongst sibling secrecy. Sometimes you didn’t want to bare your heart and soul to your mother. Sometimes you just wanted to bottle everything up and bury it way down deep until one day it exploded in a blaze of fiery glory. From experience, Aerith could say it was safer to settle somewhere in between - and if that meant offering a friendly ear to her wayward brother and his cryptic laments, then that was a cross she was more than willing to bear.
“ What’s the matter?”
#shinrasfirst#You know I've been having sibling feels all day#But this just broke me.#Because you know she's only a wide eyed teenager with no clue how to do pep talks or offer advice#But she'll still listen to him#Still poke fun and tease and rip the absolute piss#All while offering moral support#Which seems like a contradiction#But hey! that's sibling life.#She loves her big bro.#Honest.
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'Cause I'm an angst bunny and the praise kink drabble got me thinking - I headcanon both cloud and Seph as having very low self esteem and being uncomfortable with compliments. For seph, even though he's very proud, he can't take a compliment without thinking that's just how he was 'made' and 'altered'. For Cloud, he just doesn't believe the complimenter is being sincere, like he thinks it's mocking him or just saying that without meaning it.
Maybe that’s exactly why they get along so well.
Sephiroth very clearly does not give out praise often or undeservedly, and is not afraid to be critical. He does not go out of his way to ever make anyone feel bad, but he will tell the truth when his opinion is required. He will never, ever lie. It doesn’t occur to him to lie to spare someone’s feelings, that’s just not now he operates.
Because Sephiroth is so bad at accepting compliments himself, he is also reluctant and awkward about giving them out himself. In coming to know Sephiroth and coming to understand that, Cloud finally comes to believe that Sephiroth’s compliments, few and far between, are the only ones truly sincere.
On Cloud’s part, he doesn’t compliment Seph verbally. There’s just too many ways the words could fall flat, just be attributed again to how Sephiroth was ‘made’. It’s okay, though. Cloud was never good at complimenting people either, and Sephiroth doesn’t expect compliments.
Cloud shows his appreciation for Sephiroth in other ways; silently being by his side after mako treatments, playing with Sephiroth’s hair and putting pretty flowers in it instead of saying how gorgeous it looks, letting Sephiroth know how loved he is with soft kisses that demand nothing in return.
Neither of them are very good with words, tbh, but eventually become very good with each other. And when they do - when there’s enough trust there that they realise oh shit the compliments are actually sincere and they do start reaching out and verbally complimenting each other a little more - that’s when they start finding out that honest-to-gaia praise that they finally accept to be sincere is... actually very enjoyable.
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