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jadevalentine-writes · 3 months
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Re-reading Idee Fixe and remembering that first and foremost the fanfic I write is FOR ME!
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hoagiesnadwich · 13 days
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it was the world's first [[gratitude]]
-> song that goes w/ this part :-b
part 5 <- part 6
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glassdollls · 9 months
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i would drive on (to the end with you)
a fake dating wilmon fic
If Wilhelm notices Simon burying his face into his shoulder for a bit longer than normal, he doesn’t mention it. “See you,” he mumbles, with his nose still tucked into the fabric of Wilhelm's gray long sleeve and his voice slightly muffled. The strong scent of his fancy cologne clinging strongly to the air when he finally pulls away.
read chapter 6
start from the beginning
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After transferring to Hillerska the summer before his third year, and leaving his toxic ex-boyfriend, Marcus, back at his old school, Simon becomes the only out gay kid among all the elitist assholes he's sworn to keep his distance from. That is, until he finds out the most popular boy in school, Wilhelm Lindberg, isn't as straight as he thought he was, and he thinks they might just be able to use that to the both of their advantages.
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authoruio · 1 year
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Chapter 7 collab
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Idea that my friends and I made up
Two truths one lie storyline in 2 minutes
One tired time-affected swordsman, an unwilling transported puppet and a beautiful lady who just wants to love a draconic fae who may or may not be losing his shit.
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oh why can't I type faster, this story is almost doooooone
I went to the old rabbi for his blessing.
“Rabbi,” I said, as I held Georg’s hand. “I know you don’t think much of me for protecting this man. I know he has broken our law. I know he is guilty of... terrible things.”
Georg silently hung his head, shamefaced.
“But today he goes forth in the name of destroying our enemies, who have committed far greater atrocities than he ever could,” I went on. “Is there some way… could you find a way to bless him, before we go?”
The old rabbi mulled it over for some moments before shrugging in defeat. He stretched out his gnarled and bony hands, patted Georg’s protruding belly once or twice, and in a paternal, indulgent sort of way he simply bid Georg “es gezunterheyt”—eat well.
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vulturereyy · 24 days
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Hello!
I saw that you would be happy to talk about Chivalry a bit, so I was wondering what your favourite part of it has been so far? Whether it be your favourite scene, a little detail that makes something come together, or a certain interaction that was particularly fun to write!
I really enjoy this fic, and I will say that you have single-handily made me (and probably the entire Elegies server) Hegemol fans! I got to give it a reread soon - I love the set-up and twist in Chapter 6, and all of the details that you add that really breaths life into the setting.
(Also, getting back to writing after hiatuses can be rough at first, but you got this thing! Just take your time - we'll always be excited for the Best Beetle Boy :) )
Thank you as always for the asks Tigerlily!! I'm sorry this one took so long to answer.
So far out of what's posted, I think chapter 6 with the dream sequence is my favorite thus far. It was very very fun to write, and I love diving into the more metaphysical sensory details. I've got so many more scenes in my head that won't happen until much later in the fic, and among those are some I can't wait to get to haha-- but for now, the fucked up dream sequence with Lurien (wink) is my favorite.
I also enjoyed writing the bath scene right before it but I had to edit it like 3 times because for some reason I initially wrote it EXTREMELY homoerotic like. More homoerotic than when I write actual sex scenes. Fellas is it gay to wash the grave dirt off of a previously dead knight??? (Yes)
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etherealising · 8 months
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now my question is👀 does carmy know about what happened between baby and hayden in college?
this is gonna get so messy I can't wait
he gonna find out….👀
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manda-panda-monium · 8 months
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Oh. Lordy. Inspiration has struck.
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ishotforthestars · 2 years
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I love you
A peeled clementine on top of an open textbook, a crooked flower crown gently placed on top of dark curls, a seat saved at the table for lunch.
It's not always about the words.
Oh look I accidentally wrote a little drabble of fluffy back-together Simon and Wille expressing love through tiny everyday gestures. Very self-indulgent but I think it turned out pretty cute.
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mediumorange · 8 months
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I’m finally feeling reasonably happy with Chapter 7, so this will be the last one of these for a little while. This week’s fic-related google searches include:
Hoofs or hooves; biome map of Wyoming; concede synonym; calving season; cow gestation period; ranch carrying capacity; cloud peak; sweet potato casserole marshamallows
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here2bbtstrash · 2 years
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LDOMLT readers !! open for a surprise (it's not anything written so don't get too hype)
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🥰🥰🥰 baby star candy dressed up for a work presentation 🥰🥰🥰
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broken-everlark · 2 years
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Thank you to @lemonluvgirl87 your prompt gave me inspiration to work and hopefully get chapter 7 of cttd done soon. And the two other fics I got in progress 🤣
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altruistic-meme · 2 years
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WIP Sunday this time
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from: chapter 7 of (why is there) joy in this poison
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bouwrites · 1 year
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Okay, so yes, I’m putting off posting the Fire Emblem fic again, which feels bad because Engage is coming out so soon, and also because of the reason I’m delaying it yet again... But!
But, but, but!
Hogwarts Legacy is going to come out in a few weeks and I didn’t know who my player character was going to be, so naturally I made a wizard character, and then I wanted to flesh him out, learn more about him in preparation for the game, so I decided to put him in Harry’s year at Hogwarts and just run with the story.
I ended up making him a Scamander, because I was thinking about how if Rolf went to Hogwarts at the time Harry did he’d just be that one kid who’s literally perfect at everything he does but you can’t hate him because he’s also a ball of pure sunshine. you know what I’m talking about.
But my character had some issues pop up while I was brainstorming around year 3, so to keep the plot going I decided to just make him Harry’s brother for funsies.
So, I ended up with a twin au fic where Harry’s brother is adopted by the Scamanders, which is purely self-indulgent and is made entirely to examine the character I’m going to be using as my PC in the game.
I just finished writing year 6. Things go way off track of the books in year 4. I don’t know that I’ll actually finish year 7 before the game comes out - probably not, actually - but I’m considering posting years 1-6 over the weeks before release anyway
(Don’t judge me for not wanting to start posting the FE fic please. It’s 86 chapters. Even if I do my usual every other day posting schedule, which is hecking fast I should note, that’s still 172 days of commitment. Yeah, you read that right. I’ll be posting that thing for almost six months. Posting every other day. Do you understand my problem, now?)
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holly-fixation · 2 years
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Tainted Child: Chapter 10
Summary: Claudia Strife were infected with Jenova's virus before she was born. Cloud gained the virus tenfold, leading to his controlled state and constant fawning over 'The Great Mother'. The Cetra, finally told them this truth, claiming Jenova planned to destroy the world again. But the calamity also stopped the boiling of mako, and only gave Cloud the need to send Sephiroth North.
Based on this prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien
Please enjoy!
Chapter 10: Escape
Crashing, slashing, clawing, gunfire, shocks, magic, all manner of destruction boomed through the halls of the lab, even to the ends of the small ‘patient’ rooms. The cacophony of slaughter thundered outside the door they could not open from the inside. The two blondes should be afraid, barricading the door with the bed, couch, desk, and anything else they could move in the room, yet they didn’t. 
“It’s him,” Cloud reassured with wide, admiring eyes, giving his mother’s hand a squeeze with both of his to gain her eyes from the door. “He won’t hurt us. He won’t. I think…he…” He glanced away, maneuvering the muddy thoughts appearing in his mind, “I think…” He grasped her hand as if trying to catch the smoke of explanation, which silently floated out of his reach.
“Cloud.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, an understanding gaze in her blue eyes. There was only one thing she needed to know, no use for any other details until this ended. “Will we be safe?”
He nodded fervently, clearly no longer plagued by the earlier vertigo. “We will. We just have to wait.”
Claudia silently led her son over to the bed, both of them sitting on the end as they waited. They heard more than breaking machines or exploding walls. Screams of unknown creatures shrieked through the halls with intensity to shatter glass, absolute chaos encasing those walls. Both blondes winced at the sounds, but they stayed in their place. Cloud was always right. But should she be trusting this…creature controlling her child? How many times did she ask herself the same question? She cursed herself. She just wanted her little boy safe.
‘I watch over you. I protect you both. I heal you.’ A memory claimed her mind, the voice, Her voice, from the reactor. ‘She’ never did anything to prove these statements incorrect. Nothing injured them. The dream, the reactor, the push, the single threat. The very little pain She caused either directly helped them all, probably led to the next step of whatever She had planned, or even both.
No matter what, they needed out of Shinra. This prison helped no one. This prison actively harmed the Cetra, the Planet, and her family. Right now, she took her chances with the viral alien that haunted the Cetra over this money grabbing company with a far too active science department for any sacred experiments to occur. 
Boom!
Claudia grasped her son tightly at the explosion so loud that lighting striking the room next to them was absolutely a plausible explanation. She wanted him to be right. She needed him to be right, to be safe, but her own instincts denied it.
Cloud placed a soft hand on her arm, a way to ground her, to soothe her, a way to let her know everything would be okay. 
Silence claimed the room, and the hall. He saw the fear re-enter her eyes at the acknowledgement, the high possibility of this calm lying like the eye of the storm. He squeezed her hand and stood up slowly, coaxing her onto her feet. “It’s okay. I promise.”
She prayed Cloud was right, but she also kept him away from the door. All they could hear were the remaining sparks of what she could only assume was broken electrical equipment. But not long after, the door opened. Well… ‘opened’. A flash of a blade broke the mechanical lock, and black gloved hands pulled the metal aside. Now they saw the attacker. 
Sephiroth. 
It was Sephiroth. With the Cetra mother and daughter, both with adrenaline in their eyes as well as early relief in their breath.
“Stay behind me,” The silver soldier ordered. They obeyed without hesitation, and he took the lead as both families followed behind. Nothing in this lab stood a chance against him. He was a blender, a fire, a supernova, claiming everything in his path. No size, strength, or speed of any monster or robotic guard changed that. Both mothers held their children in their arms as they followed without question, the Cetras closer to Sephiroth and the Strifes checking for enemies from behind. Luckily, little of the lab remained, only a few narrow corridors and staircases before they escaped to the entrance to the 65th floor.
That freedom came with the unavoidable consequence of cameras, security, and a live feed.
They needed a way down, and fast. Sephiroth rushed ahead to one of the glass elevators and the families followed immediately. They didn’t have time to worry about the guards on this floor. The elevator lowered with a planned destination of the 60th floor. When the power was cut at the 63rd, Sephiroth shattered the glass and they ran for the escalators. Security announcements cracked through speakers, lights dimmed to emergency levels, and every bystander ran for cover, even before security arrived. The announcement claimed dangerous specimens escaped from the lab. 
Shinra didn’t have the will to announce their soon to be war hero went rogue. 
The plan was simple: Sephiroth protected them, the mothers and children pointed out any enemies they spotted, and they all used the emergency stairwell to escape. Claudia helped Ifalna. Cloud carried Aerith when she slowed down. Three of them had scaled Mount Nibel individually. Down fifty nine flights of stairs at SOLDIER speed was difficult but possible for the two enhanced by Jenova’s virus. The advantages of this tedious route: no cameras in the stairwell, so drones were the only way for Shinra to know where they were; and every attacker was trapped in close quarters combat, Sephiroth’s blade reached everything in direct sight, struck down any drone immediately, and knocked back any bomb thrown too far from their level to do any damage. These were only real problems for the last twenty floors. 
Eventually, they made it to the lobby, absolutely covered in guards, lining every wall on the far end of the stair entrance, crouching on every platform, some even standing on the lights. But these weren’t robots or monsters. A human held every gun and laser pointed at them. Shinra’s basic troops, cadets, some as young as fourteen. Troops that enlisted because of him, because of Wutai, the promise of glory, power, freedom, money, following in the footsteps of their war hero: Sephiroth. 
Only here, did he hesitate. 
This wasn’t an order. This was his judgment if these men lived or died.
Both families stood behind him, protecting the children, while he adjusted his stance, felt the hilt in his hand, and scanned the security personnel for a large enough opening. He saw them swallow, and fidget, and hesitate under his intense gaze. He saw their questions and internal conflict. Now he had to choose how to manipulate their hesitation against them. He took a breath. He knew his sword skills towered over his diplomatic skills, but for these soldiers, these children, he had to try. 
“You know who I am,” Sephiroth addressed all of them, his usually strong voice wavering, but only the infected child noticed the change. “You know what I can do. Stand down.”
The room filled with the clicks of readjusted and cocked weapons.
He took another breath, the family behind him tensing at the ready. “No one needs to die today,” a plea, compared to his normal tone. “Stand. Down.”
Some of the red dots shook with hesitation.
Sephiroth took the opportunity with one step forward. Every cadet either flinched or took a step back. He glanced back at the families before giving the slightest nod. They understood and followed each careful advance, each step. Left. Right. Left. Right. Their eyes scanned over the cadets for the tiniest indication of attack, but no one did, because they were only cadets, starry eyed new recruits left completely to their own orders, only their headpieces guiding them, as everyone of significant rank hid away in the safety of some far off room or building. Too many of them noticed they were meat for the grind. If they attacked, they were the next slice in. 
Only when the group reached the first set of stairs was someone stupid enough to fire. Sephiroth slashed the bullet before it struck its target, Aerith. Of all of them the cadet aimed for Aerith. Without thinking he immediately followed with casting physical barriers around them all. There was no time for small fry, no time to attack. They all ran, Sephiroth blocking as many of the projectiles as possible while the families searched for a way out. 
Luckily Shinra had car displays in their main lobby, and if memory served Claudia correctly, all machines were fully fueled and fully functional for presentations, letting Shinra show off the precision each vehicle maneuvered with. 
“Mother!” Cloud yelled over the scattering snare of bullets as he pointed to a three wheeled truck in the lineup of cars on the floor below. “Over there!”
Their barriers had little time left, whether or not they took any hits. Claudia nodded, grabbing her son before dashing and dodging her way to the vehicle. She threw the door open and threw him inside, then ran back for the little girl and plopped her next to him. “You!” She ordered the other mother, running back and nearly carrying her to the car. “Sit with Aerith!” She leggo when they reached the door and ran to the driver's side. “Sephiroth! Get in the back! I’ll drive!”
Ifalna rushed in and put Aerith on her lap, slamming the door closed as fast as possible. She kept her arms around her little girl, despite her squirming. Claudia jumped in the driver’s seat and saw both of the children searching for… 
“I found it!” Aerith yelled as she tossed the key to the blonde mother. “Go!”
Sephiroth jumped in the bed as the truck started, finally recasting their barriers. Everything from here was a blur. Their only option was getting out of the city. With no time to think, driving through wall sized windows to an incomplete highway was the fastest decision she could make. Ironically, this highway proved much safer than the building itself, because no machine, motorcycle, truck, tank, or helicopter remotely stood up to the strength of the silver soldier. 
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Off the incomplete highway, down the railway to the slums, through the rocky roads of the suffering lower city, the five finally broke out of Midgar. Once they exited the train station, nothing followed them. Shinra pulled back. Gods only knew what the company had planned next, but for now they were grateful for the silence. They even had time to refuel just before escaping the city, which carried them all the way to the town of Kalm. However, nothing could be worse than a Shinra town if the news announced their escape. They needed a plan, and to get the hell out of here. Kalm was little more than a pit stop. They sold the truck to buy food, weapons, armor, and materia, before leaving without another word. They did not rest, and soon after, the Cetra’s skills began wavering from exhaustion. Thank all the gods no one was hurt. 
Through many battles against the creatures roaming the Midgar plains and the absolute advantage of having the strongest person on the planet defeat the Midgar Zolom, they finally arrived at one of the few places barely controlled by the Planet-bleeding company: Fort Condor. The people of the fort were kind enough to allow their stay in the three open beds of the only unused room. 
Aerith and Cloud wasted no time and claimed two of the three beds for long needed sleep. The three adults, well one almost adult, sat at the frames, and discussed a plan, despite the weight of their own exhaustion. 
“We need either a ship or plane to get to the northern continent,” Sephiroth stated aloud, laying out any information he knew. 
“A boat is a lot easier than a plane,” Claudia mentioned. 
He crossed his arms as he thought, only speaking the final decision of each plan. They could try to sneak on a Shinra ship, which the personnel did not run well, but… “With five stowaways, we’ll be caught immediately.” So large ships were out, but what about chartering a boat? The village of Lower Junon may have a few options. However… “A private boat will cost too much…”
“We, aren’t going north.” Ifalna stared down as she spoke, gaining both of their undivided attention, but her decision was already made. “Shinra captured us there. They'll be looking for us. Aerith and I…” She glanced at her daughter with regret. “We'll stay here. Until I come up with a plan…”
Neither one of them attempted to argue with the Cetra mother. Without Sephiroth, all Shinra needed to do was find them, and within days their re-capture would be complete. The blonde mother looked to her dandelion haired son, understanding the need to protect and hide for the sake of their child. But silver lined his hair, and Sephiroth's was mercury: perfectly silver, deadly, and unnaturally made as they were. Made with that creature’s cells.
“I respect your decision,” Claudia answered softly, barely glancing at the other mother. “But this is about more than Shinra…” She took a breath, “isn't it?”
Ifalna glared fearfully, gripping the side of the bedpost. 
“Whatever your reason,” the mothers turned to the soldier, “we're not leaving you here without a plan.” His inhuman eyes met her Planet-green eyes. They needed a place outside Shinra's grasp. But propaganda could be okay. First he listed absolutely impossible options. “No Nibelhiem, Wutai, Corel, Costa del Sol, or Junon.” 
She gave him a look of confusion. Was he really trying to help her escape from him?
“Your best options are Mideel or Banora, maybe even a chocobo ranch if you’re feeling adventurous.” His own answer caught him by surprise. His friends… What did they think of him right now? He shook away the thought. He had to press forward. “My friends are from Banora. You'll deal with some propaganda, but Shinra has nearly no presence. Banora has no resources they want, beyond apples.”
“I think Mideel is a bit more South, but Banora shouldn’t have any issues from what I’ve heard,” the blonde mother confirmed kindly. “It’s safe.”
Ifalna sighed softly with calm relief. “Thank you. Both.” She would ask everyone in this Fort what they believed were good locations. She hesitantly trusted the two of them, but both were connected to that virus. However, despite Sephiroth's abilities and appearance, she feared that blonde child more than anyone in the room. 
“Now that that's settled,” Claudia turned back to the silver soldier. “We need to cover you up before we get to Junon.”
He tensed. “Why?”
“We need to blend in. They absolutely know who we are by now.” She scanned his uniform before continuing. “Realistically, all we need to hide is,” She held up one finger and spun it in a circle pointing toward the ceiling, “all of our hair.” Walking around with literally silver and two yellow palm trees identifiable from a mile away was a bad idea. Then she pointed to his shoulders. “And your armor.”
His glare hardened. 
“I don’t think anyone knows what you look like without it.”
“Should we hide my sword as well?” He questioned. It seemed sarcastic at first, but his eyes were serious. 
Claudia shrugged. “Not if we hide your armor and play you off as a fanboy.”
He winced at the thought. 
She gave him an empathetic look. “Just let Cloud talk if anyone questions us.”
Sephiroth nodded. It wasn’t the worst plan of stealth. “Understood.”
They sat in silence for a moment, each going over their individual plans.
“Ifalna,” Sephiroth called after a bit, his voice small. He looked down, eyes away from anyone and bangs blocking his gaze. “Is there anything else we should know about 'Jenova'?”
Between the battles and travel, most of their knowledge was already shared with each other. But Jenova: the virus, the nightmare, The Great Mother, was a mystery to them all, no matter how much knowledge they did or did not have. 
Ifalna took a careful breath. “I have, no idea what it's planning. But I know it's a liar. ” She watched him tense, tighten against her truthful, stinging words. “Just…” She spoke in a calmer, kinder tone, “Be careful. Ask as many questions as you can, and be mindful of its answers.”
He lowered his head in half a nod, gripping his arms, his breath wound like a bomb. “...I have one more question…”
Claudia gazed softly at the silver soldier. He’s not okay, and too many questions might set him off. He never told them why he attacked the lab before breaking them out. “Maybe it’s better if we rest, for now. We're all tired.”
He didn’t move. He was a statue, swallowing his anxiety with enough pressure to form a diamond. “Please…”
“Ask,” Ifalna spoke, hoping a fast answer would ease him faster, despite the concerned look given to her by the other mother. 
He took a breath to steel himself. “What do you know about 'Project S'?”
Ifalna frowned and turned away. “From what I remember…they injected Jenova's cells into a human embryo.” She curled part of the blanket into her fist. “Your, embryo. To see if they could make a Cetra, back when they believed it was one. Your stem cells reacted with the cells and, well… I think you know the rest.”
He knew. He knew how Shinra raised him. What he did in their name. And only now, what his supposed mother really was, thanks to the Cetra. But now a new question came to mind. “If they put her cells in me before birth, then who birthed me?”
She shook her head. “Jenova did not birth you, but your birth mother… She’s practically dead. She…” her sentence trailed off as she realized what information nearly leaked out. 
This time he curled in on himself. He looked so sad, the same way he did when Claudia and Cloud explained everything to him in the mountains. “She what…?” But the Cetra stayed silent, so he forced a sharper glare at the woman, only the slightest sliver of desperation seeped through. “What did she do?”
Ifalna tried to combat his eyes, the inhuman slits attempted daggers. He shouldn't know, but he…he deserved to know, didn't he? He deserved the truth after saving her and her daughter. “Your birth mother couldn’t die. Can't, die.” She corrected. “But she did try… and now, wherever she is, she’s practically dead…”
They couldn’t see his reaction. They didn’t see his hands shaking. 
“...”
The silence burned. Claudia jerked forward, her first instinct to offer the boy before them another hug, as she did in the mountain. Her motherly instinct to help overwhelmed her for a split second.
He is my son.
Mine.
She flinched. Another memory flashed from the back of her mind, the message from that creature, the consequences of that night. The pressure. The push. The threat. She sat back and turned away, attempting to avoid his pain. She looked to the boy she could protect, her little boy, who slept soundly under the covers. “We should get some rest too…” She suggested in a small voice, and this time, no one argued. 
They’d solidify a plan tomorrow. They were safe for now, and that’s what mattered. They all adjusted as necessary, either by moving covers or by adjusting the children. Either way, they needed rest, and this furthest room from the outside world was a godsend for even an inkling of freedom.
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It’s so calm, so dark. Wherever here is. A place of safety, of happiness, of joy.
It’s so warm, like a blanket, like a fire, flames heating the space around him.
He wants to stay here, in this calm, warm, comforting place.
Then he feels something soft touch his cheek, so kind, so inviting, and unlike the ice touch of lab techs, or the bastard scientist, he stands tall, towards it. He wants to be near it, to hold it closer. He allows the pull, something caressing his arm. He’s a child, falling into the lap of a kind woman. One who will protect him, care for him, respect him, and comfort him. 
However, before he felt the impact of hug or embrace, his eyes opened. His sad, reptilian eyes opened, wet with tears and blurred by returning reality. His breath stung, heavy with conflicting emotions. He wanted to go back. He also hated it. He found himself curled around the pillow, gripping it to his chest unconsciously, tightly, two damp drops sinking into the fabric. He wipes the traitorous water from his eyes. 
It was so nice, the dream. He wasn’t tense, or anxious, or fidgeting in that dream, only for everything to crash back into him when his eyes opened. It was childish, longing for an imaginary plane. He nearly strangled his inner self for these dissonant emotions. He needed to calm down, to push these pathetic thoughts away. He ripped the pillow away from his body and back to the headboard as he sat up on the side of the bed. Then he tensed at the sound of squeaking wood. 
Little did he know, the little boy, the blonde the Cetra called infected, climbed down the ladder to the room they all shared, holding a cup of clear liquid. So he was just getting water, nothing to worry about. 
When Cloud reached the ground, he turned around, gasping quietly when his eyes met the silver soldier. “I'm sorry…” He whispered, trying not to wake anyone else. “Did I wake you?”
Sephiroth shook his head. 
Cloud nodded and sighed in relief before offering the cup, extending it towards him with both hands. At a weird look from the silver haired teen, he whispered as he approached. “Take it. You need it…”
“I'm fine,” He whispered sternly. “I'm not taking your drink.”
“I got it for you.” 
Sephiroth stared. “Why?”
“...” Cloud's blonde brows crossed with confusion as he scanned the man in the bed, as if looking for a lie. “...I heard you…”
His cat-like eyes widened, his anxious fear clearly on display. Now Cloud placed the water on his nightstand. 
“She used to give me thoughts…” the dandelion boy mentioned suddenly. “Now all I hear is your name, and 'North'. She wants you. She really…really wants you…”
Sephiroth carefully grabbed the glass. He did not answer. He sat there unmoving, holding the cup in his shaking hands.
Cloud took his silence as fear and carefully placed a hand on Sephiroth’s arm, fear of the unknown, fear of a genocidal liar or the comforting woman from his dreams. When the soldier glared at him, he tilted his head, and spoke one word in the kindest voice he could to aid The Great Child.  
“Soon…”
Cloud hoped it would be enough, but when he turned to leave, a slow breath kept him from leaving: Sephiroth’s breath, tense and hesitant. The small child turned his gaze to the ground in front of him. “I know Mother and Ifalna don’t trust The Great Mother…”
The young soldier turned away from the boy, guilt coating his eyes. He hoped neither of the children heard their earlier conversation. 
“But She’s good. She really is.” Now he turned to Sephiroth desperately, pleading with a prayer. “Please don’t turn her away…” 
Turn her away? Sephiroth couldn’t fathom the thought, but it was his decision, his choice, his. He wanted her, but he knew his emotions clouded whenever he thought of her. He needed help, and this small Strife family offered their hand. 
Please… Please be good…
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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
Author’s note: I wasn’t planning on writing the escape from Shinra, but here we are. I personally struggle with writing action scenes, so I hope I kept up the tension! Thanks for reading! We're really close to the end! (Check the tags for more notes)
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rexxdjarin · 2 years
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been writing my boba and din one shots to get them out of my system and have been completely neglecting my actually fic and that’s ok. I want my wip to marinate and really develop well and I’m going to take my time on it but
I’m gonna give y’all JUICE !!! This Boba one shot is dirty af and I absolutely love this weird asshole
And the Daddy!Din one…………probably one of the filthiest things I’ve ever written. In like my 10+ years of writing smut…this is- this is something.
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