#Like it wasn't even distress tolerance I literally didn't care

[chicago-geniza]

Friend took my measurements and gave me a bunch of phenomenally well-made clothes that actually fit and for possibly the first time since I was 12 years old I saw a photo of myself where I looked objectively chubby (as opposed to, like, dysmorphically so) and instead of having a meltdown about it I just kind of went. "OK, that's what I look like [shrug emoji]" then opened a new tab and started reading about whether the enkratic [strong-willed] person can possess the virtue of phronesis [practical wisdom] according to Aristotle. Getting into philosophy was the final nail in the coffin of my thrice-cursed eating disorder after HRT, surgery, and, uh, food security lol

[dontyouworrydaddy]

First of all, let me tell you about how much I love your blog and your writing style. Your fics quality is top notch and I giggle like an idiot every time I see a new post from you. So, if it's ok with you can you write about our favorite COD men (including daddy Konig and Simon) whose SO keeps getting texts from her asshole ex - some of them begging to take him back and others borderline threatening, like "who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?" etc. And our boys accidentally see these texts. How would they react to that situation? Thank you so much :)

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒

Task Force 141 (+König) x fem! reader

You have no idea how much I appreciate these kind words. Like you literally just made me CRY because I‘m so happy to hear that. You guys motivate me to keep writing fr🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 I love you so much and I‘m so thankful to you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also I love the idea oh my god. I can imagine them being super mad at him and be like as soon as she’s sleeping I‘m gonna haunt that mf and be super caring and not leaving your side until you’re okay again. AHHHH I have so many ideas I can’t put them all into words😮‍💨😫😫

I hope you enjoy this fanfic! Thank you again for the kind words, I really do appreciate it❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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König

König found himself in a situation he hadn't anticipated. As he and you went about your daily lives, a series of text messages from your ex started flooding your phone. König couldn't help but catch glimpses of these messages, each one more distressing than the last.

I know you miss me

I still have that red dress from you…

You can stop acting like you don’t need me anymore and just come back ;)

You date insecure guys now? Wow Y/N… I mean I knew I was the best for you but I didn’t expect that low from you

I saw you the other day… You got a lot sexier ;))

I miss you so much baby. I love you…

They were filled with toxic words, attempting to undermine the happiness you had found with König.

Upon stumbling upon these messages, König's usually calm and composed demeanor wavered, replaced by a mix of concern and protectiveness. He couldn't fathom why someone would target you in such a hurtful way and it stirred a fire within him that burned with a fierce determination to shield you from harm.

His grip tightened around his phone as he confronted you, his voice laced with worry. "Schatz, what is this? Who is sending you these messages?" His eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and concern burning in their depths. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was more angry at himself because he feels like he failed as a boyfriend. His only mission is to make you feel comfortable and it feels like he failed at it. Because you didn’t talk to him…

You took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come to open up and share the painful truth. "It's my ex. He's been unable to let go and now he's trying to sabotage our relationship. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's becoming overwhelming."

The weight of your words settled between you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. König's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he reached out, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Liebling" he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you and together we'll navigate through this storm."

His words were like a balm to your soul, offering solace and reassurance in a world that felt suddenly tumultuous. You found strength in his unwavering support, knowing that you didn't have to battle your ex's toxicity alone.

With each new text that appeared on your phone, König became even more resolved to protect you. He devised a plan to confront your ex, making it clear that his attempts to sow discord and threaten your happiness would not be tolerated.

But K��nig's reaction wasn't solely driven by anger. It was driven by love and a deep understanding of the pain you were experiencing. He knew that these messages were more than just words on a screen…they were emotional daggers that pierced your heart. And he will make sure that your ex will never bother you again. Trust him.

Simon Riley

In the midst of it all the chaos he‘s been through, there was you, a source of light and solace that gave his dead life light. The two of you navigated the challenges of life together, an unwelcome presence lingered, threatening to disrupt the tranquility you had built.

But you were constantly tormented by text messages from your ex Josh. The messages were a relentless barrage of mixed emotions, ranging from desperate pleas for reconciliation to menacing threats aimed at undermining your newfound happiness. It was a constant reminder of a past you were trying to move beyond. It was always him trying to manipulate you into leaving Simon and go back to him.

One fateful evening, as you lay beside Simon, your phone illuminated with yet another message from your ex. Simon, ever vigilant and protective, caught a glimpse of the text and as soon as he read the words "I still think about you when I’m on my bed alone", anger flashed in his eyes. He knew about your crazy ex.

Concern etched across his face as he realized the torment you had been enduring in silence. You turn your phone around and looked up at Simon. So many emotions were written on his face that made you tear up.

Carefully, Simon pulled you into his arms, offering a comforting embrace. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing as he reassured you that you were safe with him. In that moment, he became your shield, determined to protect you from the darkness that lurked in your past.

As you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you, Simon's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and anger. He couldn't bear to see you suffer any longer. Resolute, he rose from the bed, leaving you in peaceful slumber and made his way to confront the source of your personal torture.

Due to his Job, it was easy for him to find out where he was living. And with determination etched upon his features, Simon found himself standing outside your ex's residence. He had no intention of resorting to violence, but his presence alone was enough to unnerve the cowardly individual who had been preying on your vulnerability.

As the door swung open, revealing your ex's face, a mix of surprise and fear washed over him. Before he could utter a single word, Simon's voice rang out with authority. "Leave her alone mate. If you ever come near her again, you'll regret it. And I‘m not a man to play fucking games with"

Josh felt the weight of Simon's unwavering resolve, cowered beneath his gaze. Fear clouded his eyes as he stammered out a half-hearted apology. Without further hesitation, Simon turned on his heel and walked away, leaving your ex to contemplate the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, back at home, you stirred awake, finding Simon by your side, his gaze filled with comfort and love. Wordlessly, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close, and kissed your forehead with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "You're safe with me. Always."

In that moment, you knew that Simon was not only your lover but your guardian, a force that would go to any lengths to shield you from harm. And as you drifted back into a peaceful sleep, your heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that you were truly cherished by the man who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

John MacTavish

You felt a mixture of frustration and fear as your ex continued to invade your life. The messages ranged from desperate pleas for reconciliation to thinly veiled threats, designed to unsettle and intimidate you. The constant reminders of your past were enough to make anyone's heart race and palms sweat.

One chance. Please baby.

Are you really dating a scottish man? You‘ve sunk so low.

One evening, as you and John were relaxing together, the barrage of texts became too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, you pulled out your phone, revealing the string of toxic messages that had invaded your peaceful sanctuary.

I will have you back, I‘m waiting baby.

John's eyes widened as he read the manipulative words that spilled across the screen. Without hesitation, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He understood the fear and turmoil that consumed you and he was determined to be your shield, protecting you from the pain of your past. His voice, laced with a mixture of concern and determination, filled the room.

"Baby" John spoke softly, "I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

His comforting words and his strong embrace provided a temporary respite from the torment. As exhaustion claimed you, sleep finally descended upon your weary mind and body. Unbeknownst to you, John's resolve had been steeled.

As you slept, John quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing with purpose as he made his way towards your ex's location. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify the intensity of his emotions. Anger simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a force ready to be unleashed upon the person who had dared to threaten the newfound happiness he shared with you.

John's arrival sent a shockwave through your ex's world. The smug arrogance that had permeated his messages quickly evaporated as he realized the true extent of John's determination. Fear replaced bravado, and he attempted to escape from the formidable soldier who now stood before him.

But there was no escape. John, fueled by a protective instinct, pursued your ex relentlessly, his presence an indomitable force that left no room for evasion. "Text my girl ever again and oh boy you wish your mom never gave birth to you" Cornered and overwhelmed, your ex succumbed to his fear and fled, leaving behind the remnants of a broken ego.

As John returned to your side, a mix of relief and admiration washed over him. The confrontation had served its purpose: to ensure your safety and send a clear message to anyone who dared to threaten your peace of mind.

You awoke to find John by your side, his features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the window. His eyes met yours, filled with a blend of tenderness and determination.

"He won't bother you again," John assured you, his voice unwavering. "I'll always protect you, no matter what."

In that moment, as you gazed into the depths of John's unwavering devotion, you knew that you were not alone. With him by your side, you felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

John Price

You had tried to move on from the toxic relationship that had left scars on your heart. But your ex refused to let go, bombarding you with text messages that ranged from desperate pleas to borderline threats. Each message chipped away at your sense of peace and security.

One evening, as you sat with John, sharing the burden of your past, a notification flashed across your phone screen. The words that appeared before you were a cruel reminder of the darkness that still lingered.

Who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?

Your heart sank as you realized John had caught a glimpse of the message. The look in his eyes, a mix of concern and anger, mirrored the tumultuous emotions raging within you.

John's voice was steady, but determination laced his words. "Baby, I can't stand by and let this continue. He needs to understand that his behavior is unacceptable and that he must leave you alone."

A mix of fear and relief washed over you, knowing that John would go to such lengths to protect you. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to move on and leave this behind. But it’s getting so difficult" All night he did nothing but hold you as you cried because the memories kept adding up. And John did nothing but kiss and hold you the entire night.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, John prepared to leave for what appeared to be a simple grocery shopping.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, anxiety and anticipation mingling within you. Hours passed and just when doubt threatened to seep into your thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of John's footsteps approaching the door.

His face bore the signs of a confrontation, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. John took you in his arms, holding you tightly, as if to shield you from the remnants of the past that clung to your spirit.

"He won't bother you again" he whispered, his voice filled with an unyielding resolve. "I made it clear that his actions were unacceptable. He knows the consequences if he dares to cross that line." and you knew that he went over and made it clear to him to never text you ever again.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of gratitude and relief streaming down your cheeks. You gazed into John's eyes, overwhelmed by the love and protection he offered so selflessly.

"I don't know how to thank you, John," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've given me a sense of safety and peace that I thought I had lost forever."

His grip tightened, his voice a comforting reassurance. "You don't have to thank me, my love. It's what love does. It protects and empowers. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

Kyle Garrick

You stood there, reading the text messages that illuminated your phone screen, each word like a dagger to your heart. The messages from your ex, filled with desperation and anger were a painful reminder of a past you desperately wanted to forget. His words were like poison, seeping into your thoughts and threatening to unravel the happiness you had found with Kyle. The man you want to share your life with.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, hoping to bury the unsettling messages deep within your mind, you heard a gasp from behind you. Turning, you saw Kyle, his eyes fixated on the screen, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"Love?" he murmured, his voice laced with sympathy and a fire burning within, "I didn't realize you were going through this. I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain of the messages threatening to overwhelm you. But Kyle, ever the steadfast protector, closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His words, infused with a fierce protectiveness, resonated within you. As he held you close, you felt a sense of safety and reassurance wash over you, erasing the fear and uncertainty that had plagued your heart.

Days passed and Kyle prepared for his next mission, a dangerous assignment that would take him away from you for a while. But before he left, he made a promise to himself, and to you. He would confront your ex, ensuring that he never dared to disturb your peace again.

As he set out on his mission, he carried with him the weight of your trust and the burning desire to protect you from harm. And when the time came, bruised and battered, he sought out your ex, determined to make him understand the consequences of his actions.

Face to face, Kyle confronted the man who had caused you so much pain, his eyes ablaze with an unwavering resolve. Your ex, taken aback by the sight of Kyle's injuries, cowered before him, realizing the severity of his actions. He pleaded for mercy, promising to leave you alone for good.

Kyle’s voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument, made it clear that any further harassment or threat would be met with severe consequences.

When he finally returned home, weary but determined, you met him at the door. The weight of the past seemed to dissolve as he enveloped you in his arms, the warmth of his embrace erasing the remnants of fear and doubt. In that moment, you knew that together, you could face anything.

After seeing him all bruised up but with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. In his embrace, you found healing. The scars of the past fading into insignificance compared to the love that bloomed between you. Together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the strength of your bond and the knowledge that no matter what, you were not alone.

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks!

Lots of Chapter 29 spoilers in here!

@hrshlandturtles I'm so sorry fhgkdjhgd thank you so much for enjoying! I know chapter 29 was a rough one. I'm so glad everyone liked it, I was so nervous about it. It was fun seeing the different reactions from 2003 fans vs non-2003 fans. I feel like GitS is really two different stories in one. It effects both groups in different ways and ough it's so good. I will say, watching 2003 again after Ghost is. Oof. It horts.

Ghost: I tolerate them both and that's all you can ask of me.

If this chapter caused you distress, you may be entitled to compensation. Call 555-GOGO to join the class-action lawsuit against Amevello Blue to receive a payout for YOUR emotional damages. (The payout is more GitS chapters).

Well he didn't lose it, it's just. Broken. Like everything else from his world. Him included.

The mutation wasn't that big of a surprise, but the Reveal tho ;)

Thank you!! <3

Ough I know. Splinter was like "okay he's just pissed off at me and feels bad, he's just mad at me, that's fine" and then the skateboard ramp... The boys love that ramp. And Ghost would never hurt them. That's how he knows Ghost is gone.

Ohhhh my god I'm so unnormal about that scene in 2003. When Leo's desperately shooting his own brother with tranqs. Don is tearing the base apart and Leo has to fight around him, screaming for people not to hurt his brother, begging for more time to calm him down from Bishop... oof... my heart...

@sakuracards I'm glad you enjoyed!! And yes, they know now :')

Ghost knows, he knows Splinter can understand some of it. But Splinter also lived in Japan, where he didn't deal with those things. Maybe he wasn't accepted as completely himself. Splinter definitely went through shit. Ghost knows this. But he had a childhood, even if it was marred with his mother's loss.

Ghost is talking about something much deeper than what Splinter experienced. From the very beginning, Ghost and his brothers were raised knowing that it was only the four of them. They were it. Period. No one else. If they were seen, or caught, they would get taken to a facility and killed and dissected, or kept alive and experimented on. No one would vouch for them because they were different.

There is such a deep difference between feeling acceptance early in life, knowing that there were people who would accept and love you, who would care about your well-being because at the end of the day you are all human, and growing up with only four of your kind. You are alone together. There may be kind people but they will never connect with you on the same level as being a mutant turtle. They are the only four of their kind.

Ghost spent a single year in a world where there were people who would accept and protect them. He was barely starting to learn that he could feel safety in people other than his brothers, that he could connect despite not being the same species.

Then Ghost spent 10 years alone, without any kindness because his brothers were gone. And those old fears he grew up with became ingrained in him once again, made worse by paranoia and depression and anxiety and emerging PTSD.

Ghost understands that Splinter knows something about being othered and shunned despite being human before. What Splinter will never understand is how isolating it is to have grown up fearing everything because it could mean your death.

Ooouuu... I could see it happening to El and maybe Mike, though with Mike it feels like the wrong... vibe. With Spirit, it doesn't happen. His story is different.

GitS definitely. That's some wack-ass mutagen Draxum made.

Spoilers <3

Spoilers <3

Yes yes yup yeah exactly!! This is why Ghost is so paranoid! He grew up for 15 years thinking like this! And then he spent 10 years completely alone, the one time he did actively make extended contact with Yokai at that point was going to Big Mama and he was immediately put in a coliseum! Like!!! AH he's literally never felt safe, anywhere. He's never been safe anywhere.

Kinda makes the fact that he just sleeps out in the open in the lair now feel that much riskier for him.

Lmao I think about that so much, too. Season 4 was the BEST season of 2003, it was the most popular season. It was great. But it got too dark, and when they tried to continue that in Ninja Tribunal, the network went "AH OOPS WELL NO" and it's like. What we could have had.

Spoilers <3

JUST A WHOLE BUNCH OF RANDOM PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES AND GHOST IS LIKE "WHERE ARE YOU ALL COMING FROM" FHGKDHGDG

[starrycassi]

Ambrosius and alcohol headcanons (inspired by the very drunk guy outside my house right now)

I do think Ambrosius has some sort of weird relationship with alcohol, even if it isn't exactly an addiction. Yet.

His mom wasn't exactly an alcoholic but she tended to turn to it whenever things got too rough, and he knew that when the whole living room stinked of wine something was wrong and he probably would have to help get it fixed later.

Then he turned into a teen and he wanted to fit in and all that. Ballister probably had a way bigger alcohol tolerance than he did, why with his street kid immunity to everything, and ended up dragging him around whenever Ambrosius took a few too many. It was fun, to be mildly conscious of everything while being carried in his best friend's back like a damsel in distress.

Then his mom died, and it was the only coping mechanism he really was allowed to have. It's logical for a manly man like him to get drunk and aggressive when his mom dies — but he couldn't be seen crying around like a lost child or doing anything too ridiculous, but drinking made him remember his mom even more (be it because he picked up the habit there or because being drunk makes you remember)

No one really did anything about it because his knigths performance didn't really lower so fuck it let the kid drink himself to death, too. Ballister took care of him but he grew Jo on the streets so seeing people deal with shit by getting hammered was relatively normal for him and he never thought it a big deal.

I THINK and you can't deny this to me because I'll literally cry THAT IN THE SCENE WHERE THEY SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN AMBROSIUS WAS WEARING MAKEUP.

Literally fight me on this that man didn't sleep for a week I know it in my bones.

He also turned to drinking again, except this time the Director actually needed him to track down Ballister so she interfered.

He get better with his drinks after the wall falls and allat, and he gets drunk for fun and not because it's the only way he can deal with the pain.

Nomina and him get drunk together one time and Ballister finds them discussing the logistic of arm chopping as a love language and if it falls under the physical touch (sword cutting) or gift giving (prosthetic arm)

He's too surprised to be offended.

[recklesssezon]

𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗶𝗶

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 | one two

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | leah williamson x león reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | leah wasn't as loyal to you as she is to her country and you remind her not to mess with a león.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | none

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 | here's part 3. um, idk. like I said slow burn, took a ton of brain work to finish this for some reason. also uni's been kicking my ass for the last couple of weeks.

A hiss left your lips as your body adapted to the inviting temperature. Normally, you wouldn't be as affected as you are with the heat but living in rainy London for the past two years seems to take away your tolerance for it.

It was near the end of the spa program, you got your nails done, facial care, and a full body massage. You didn't know if it was the combination of the treatments or the gorgeous woman that rubbed your back with oil but that was the best massage you've ever experience. 

Unfortunately, all things come to an end. Your little time with the hot masseuse was short and now you were distressing in a sauna with Leila and Laia. The spa was nice and relaxing, you temporally forgot the outside world and redirected your focus back to you.

It remined you of times when life was a friend rather than an enemy. 

Leila had taken the advantage to fill you in all the gossip at Man City, teammates hooking up with teammates. And if it weren't their own than it was with players outside the country. Just a lot of hooking up between various football players you've learned. 

It made you wonder what you've missed out on.

You shrugged off the white rope, your little undergarments left little to the imagination. You were highly aware of the on lookers but remained unbothered. They were nothing new, you've come accustomed to it, other times you seeked it.

Laia smacked the back of Leila's head, giving her a look when Leila reluctantly turned to her. "Can you not eye-fuck my ex. I can pratically see niagra falls coming from between your legs." The tall defender snapped her legs closed, glaring at Laia for even mentioning such a semi-false claim.

To be fair, Leila took an interest in you way before you got with Leah. But, with you being the little sister to a person who will literally commit murder to whoever touches you. Leila couldn't find it within herself to risk her life over some ass. Then again, Leila and you were in a total different country.

Your older sister couldn't physically reach her and if Mapi ever gets a word. Leila has enough time to book a flight out of the continent before Mapi could kill her. The likely of that happeneing made Leila want to tip toe the line even more.

Laia huffed, it didn't feel great to sit front row to your friend actively thirsting after your ex. Sure, you and Laia agreed that being purely friends was better but she refuse to admit that there were some lingering feelings for you.

That going behind Mapi's back wasn't the major factor in the break-up, that Laia wasn't the coward she hidden underneath, that she wasn't the one to initiate the break-up pulling that 'I think we're better off as friends' card. 

Just a lot of denial for Laia that she doesn't want to come to terms with.

She dealt with you flaunting off your relationship with Leah to the public, now she has to deal with her friends wanting you? Laia wished that you were all back in Barcelona, everyone would be too scared to make a move on you with the possibility of Mapi lurking in the dark.

"No need to get jealous, Lai. If Leila wants to look she can, who knows how long she's been waiting for this."

"A very long time."

You laughed, throwing the discarded rope at Leila. Laia sighed, Leila's obvious attraction to you increased the thickened air and as you encourage it, she felt suffocated. For a moment, the idea of actually suffocating seemed better than being smothered with the sexual tension between you and Leila.

"Are you trying to get her killed? Have you forgotten that your sister becomes a literal bloodhound when she gets a little whiff that you're messing with someone? Do you remember what happened to Misa when Mapi thought you were fucking her? She tried to take off her head!"

You rolled your eyes at Laia's persistence fear of your sister. Two years ago during nationals, a bit before you gotten with Leah. You were roomed with Misa and Mapi expressed very vocally that she wasn't happy with this arrangement.

Unfortunately for Mapi, the coach didn't care as much as Mapi did for your innocence. Next practice, Mapi pelted every ball in the wagon at Misa, she was lucky enough that Mapi couldn't seriously injure her.

With nationals, Spain couldn't be out a goal keeper just because there was an overprotective sister on the watch.

You waved Laia's concerns off, the extent your sister went to were amusing and annoying. You were restricted of a lot of thing when you first started at Barca. Mapi was on your ass 24/7, she made sure to limit your social cues with the team, especially the more tempting ones.

"You're giving her too much credit. Mapi only acts when she's paranoid, I mean I've been a door down from her and she didn't know that I was on my knees for-" You caught yourself before you could slip more than you did. It was no secret that you purposely did whatever to piss Mapi off but a door down from her was pushing boundaries.

"Please don't stop there, tell me more."

You shook your head, Leila's newfound interest in your intimate life was entertaining to say the least. "Sorry. I don't kiss and tell. But, I will tell you that you weren't the only one to disobey my sister, Laia." The said woman squinted her eyes, it was no brainer that little hint meant that it was obviously someone that they knew.

"You're really are something else. Do you really sleep with your sister's friends because she told you not to?" Your quirk in your lip told Laia everything she needed to know. It wasn't your fault that you were this way, you had Mapi as an older sister. It should've been expected that you would turn out to be some sort of a rebel. 

"Mhm. You can't really fault me. I'm hot, her friends are hot. It's bound to happen."

Leila looked like she was ready to devour you right then and there, raising her hand. "I'm hot too." You grabbed her jaw, squishing her cheeks together. "That you are. But, I'm still in a relationship so no can do." Leila deflated, you were teasing her to the brink and she couldn't decide if she wanted more or...yeah, no she wanted more. 

"A cheating one." Laia reminded, pointing a finger at you as if you've forgotten. You pursed your lips, letting Leila go while the defender sulked. "One, nonetheless. I won't stoop to her level." 

"No, you'll just be going lower."

You had a knack for dramatics, going down a long road to get a little more than even. You were always a bit theatrical. If football didnt work out, you would have for sure been an actress.

The steam of the sauna engulfed you, squeezing the burning desire for vengeance. "There is no such thing as going lower. I just even out the playing field to my advantage."

Don't get Laia wrong, she supports you a hundred percent in all your rights and wrong doings. But, that was mainly with bitchy friends or your sister, she hasn't experienced heartbroken you. And man, was heartbroken you deranged.

"Look, I know you told me not to try and change your mind but are you sure you want to go through this? I mean you're putting a target on Leah's back if you do." 

You stared at your ex, jawclenched. You knew Laia, and you knew her well. She has always supported you no matter what, so having her second guess you was putting a bad taste in your mouth.

"Leah put a target on her own back when she cheated. She knew that. If it weren't for me, Mapi would've flown here with the rest of the team and kicked her ass. I'll handle Leah myself but I can't guarantee Mapi or anyone else wouldn't lay a hand on her."

You were aware of the loyalty you held, you had built some strong friendships over the years. Friends nearly all around the football community, there certainly wouldn't be a match where Leah didn't have enemies.

It pained Laia to see you angry, granted it was the only exterior emotion you were comfortable with showing. But, she understood that it'll be a while until sorrow takes its place. That when you'll need her the most.

Leila eyes bounced between you two like an ongoing tennis match, feeling awkward to be caught in the middle. To her relief, you quickly dismissed the uneasy atmosphere. "I'm done here. Come, we're getting food." 

You grabbed the held-out robe from Leila, tying it around your waist before heading out sparing no glance to the two as you did. Leila gave Laia a look, "Ooh, you in trouble." Laia rolled her eyes, smacking Leila before leaving, already thinking of ways to ass-kiss you back into a good mood. 

"Hey! Don't leave me behind!"

You settled comfortably into your seat, ordering wine first thing. Smiling at the waiter as he brought your beloved, done serving he was about to take his leave-

"Oh, no. We'll take the whole bottle. Thank you."

Leila sipped on her glass as the awaiting question rested on the tip of her tongue, it's been eating her away for hours. "So, are you planning to go back to Spain? Your contract with Chelsea is almost up, no?"

You contemplated your thoughts, and to be honest, you haven't thought about your contract at all. Before there would be no hesitation to renew and continue your stay in London but, things were different. What you decided would determine where and how you live for the next three years.

"Mapi wants me to go back once I'm done with Leah, she'll probably try to convince me to transfer but I haven't decided on anything yet." You loved Chelsea and you loved everyone there, a part of you felt like there was a little more than Leah keeping you in London.

Leila rested her hand on top of yours, smiling at you softly. "Well, Man City are always open for new midfielders." Playfully rolling your eyes, you pushed Leila away. You weren't even sure if you wanted to remain in England, maybe test out a new environment.

You've heard California has good weather this time of year.

"You know if you didn't want to fuck me so bad. We'd be good friends."

A cheeky smile grew on the defender, "I can wait." You huffed a laugh, a little at disbelief with Leila's persistence. You appreciated her humor, it was a breath of relief. It's been only twenty four hours but it felt like years being burdened.

You were glad to leave London for the day. The gloomy weather would've been no help to the chaos running through your mind. Laia leaned closer, ignoring the side eye you gave her as she did so. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" 

"Chicas, isn't that Ella Toone?"

Laia groaned, throwing her head back in frustration. Why did Leila have to have such bad timing? Your's and Laia's heads turned in Leila's direction, squinting to spot the very person.

Huh, there she was. Ella sat at a table not too far from yours, "Is she here with someone?" Leila's question is answered soon enough as another figure takes the seat right across from Ella.

The superstar striker of England and now Arsenal, Alessia Russo. It was no surprise to see them together. Niahm filled you in on all of the dynamics and relationships of the England squad after she asked about your national team's relationships.

The young defender questioned how to know if your teammates were dating or if they were just Spaniards. Safe to say, that there was a blurred line between the two. "Are they dating?" Laia asked, you shook your head. The thought of it kinda weirded you out.

"No, they're just good friends. Russo played at United before transferring to Arsenal." You thought for a moment as you eyed them, they were completely unaware to your presence. Something urged you to make yourself known, "I'll be back."

You stood up abruptly, Leila watched curiously but Laia quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you made it a step far. She gave you a warning look, Laia knew you too long to know that you were very much a drastic person and didn't care who you dragged into your mess.

She hoped that you were smart enough to not make a scene in public, "Relax. I'm going to say hi." She didn't look like she believed you and you didn't blame her, because deep down you didn't believe yourself.

Laia loosened her grip, letting you go and do as you pleased. You dodged the passing by waiters, beelining for the unaware. Alessia nor Ella noticed you until you stopped right at their table, hands clasped in front of you as you greeted them. "Hello, girls. Long time no see." 

Ella gasped, shooting up from her chair, pulling you into a hug. "Yn" You squealed as she picked you up giving you a little twirl. Your cheeks burned red, you were standing in the middle of the restaurant getting spun in circle by one of your closest friends.

"Geez, El. If I knew you'd be so happy to see me I would visited more." You met Ella at a sports charity, both of you had been invited to represent women's football. You were paired with her the entire night, safe to say you gained a friend.

Alessia stayed seated waving to you over Ella's shoulder, two past exchanged with you didn't feel like it was sufficient to greet you the same way. "What are you doing here? Is cap here?" Ella rapidly turned her head side to side, on the look out for her national captain.

You simply denied her with a shake of your head, pointing over to your shared table. "No, I'm visiting some friends. What about you, guys?"

Ella glanced at Alessia, puzzled by Alessia's tomato cheeks. "Uh, Less came to visit for the week. She's been missing Manchester haven't you, mate?" Alessia's redness worsen as the spotlight shifted to her, the blonde whispered no, no intent for Ella to actually hear.

Ella's jaw dropped as you bursted into laughter, she stared at Alessia in betrayal. "Hey! Nothing North London can offer that Manchester can't." You patted Ella on the back, attempting to soften the blow Alessia launched. "Agree to disagree, mi amgia. But I will say that your spa's are amazing."

Ella bumped your awaiting fist, a pout still rested on her lips but you and Alessia fully ignored it, knowing it was for show. Alessia fidget in her spot, she wanted to speak to you but didn't know how. You weren't around the team a lot, always busy with your own life, this could possibly be Alessia only chance to talk to you.

"Congrats on the win against Tottenham. Your hat trick was the best goal of the game."

"Thank you."

Your brow perked as Alessia's eyes dropped down to the table, a shy smile she tried to hide. You heard from Leah that Alessia was shy and introverted, nothing new when you came across people with similar traits, yet they at least tried to look you in the eye.

Ella nudged you, pulling you out of your thoughts. "How's the cap? I have not spoken to her in a while." It took you a second to answer, these were Leah's friends, granted Ella was your friend also. But, she was Leah's first and you wouldn't be suprised if her loyalties lied with your girlfriend.

So, you had to be careful, one slip up and they'd be running to her. "She's been great. A bit busy for the past few weeks with training and meetings. And team bonding, oh, how was team bonding at Caitlin's last night? From what it sounds like, it was pretty wild."

You were aware that it was low key an ass thing to do, subtly interrogating Alessia. She was a precious little thing but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Alessia looked like a dear caught in headlights, caught off guard by the sudden question.

"Team bonding? We didn't have no-ah, right! Yes! It was crazy! Crazy-crazy night. What do you guys recommend? Oh, they have pasta." Alessia held up the menu high to her face, shielding the evident panic in her eyes.

"Less, you've been here since last we-"

Next thing you knew, Alessia flew across the table, slapping a hand over Ella's mouth. You eyed Alessia suspiciously, the blonde obviously knew something Ella didn't. It raised the question in your head, was Alessia covering for Leah or was she the whore?

The thought of her doing either angered you. Could the world not have any decent people? You needed to leave before poor Alessia increased her chances facing the ranging bitch rising beneath the surface.

"I'll leave you to whatever this is. Nice seeing you again, Ella." She muffled a bye, unable to speak clearly with her best friend's large ass hand covering half her face. Alessia offered you a smile, one that slowly faded as you turned your back without a glance.

That didn't stop her eyes from following you as you made your way back. She retracted her hand, not minding the odd looks Ella sent her way too distracted by you.

Did she do something wrong?

"Mate, what are you going on about? You've been here since last week."

"There's something I need to tell you."

Laia and Leila watched curiously as you walked back towards them, your demeanor more crossed than it was when you left. "Is everything alright?" Your jaw clenched as you took your place, throwing a nearby napkin onto the table. 

"No. Miss England's dearest might be Leah's fucking whore, even if she isn't she knows something. Mark this down, ladies. Alessia Russo is at the top of my list." You chugged on your wine, slamming the now empty glass. Glaring the table you just left, by the way Ella and Alessia were leaning into each other, speaking in hush tones.

You could only assumed they were talking about you.

Leila and Laia shared a look, wondering what happened while you were over there. "You think Russo would do that? You told us she was an absolute sweetheart." Leila asked. 

"Even the sweetest can be the most devious."

[holly-fixation]

So a comment on ao3 had a lot of questions/observations to this fic so you know what, here's all the lore I dumped on them for this AU. Basically, everything I wrote in the fic was from Sephiroth's perspective, so here are a few more perspectives! Hope you like it!

Sephiroth is not a bad father out of jealousy. He's not jealous of Mother's attention. He didn't even know Nova received any of it. Jenova just has a lot more to give and say when he's conquering the planet rather than when "he's with that young kid again".

Jenova pushes his empathy away because, as proven by Nova's first few years, he will keep going back to her and delaying the conquest because of it. Nova truly was too small and too weak to sit by without distracting him, so Jenova kept him away.

As for Jenova's "kindness" or tolerance of the child, it didn't take long after he left for his first year to realize Nova couldn't make Any progress without him.

After a few days, Nova's language and motor skills began deteriorating. But it was a little more than that. Nova unconsciously latches to Reunion when she truly believes she's in danger, but when she's only distressed, she bothers Jenova. Again, not consciously, but still constantly. She wants attention. She wants someone to talk to. She needs someone. She's scared. She's sad. She's alone. But there's no one else on the planet, and Reunion's all she has.

For all of this, Jenova conversed with her hourly to calm her down and continue progress, though conversations were brief and to the point. Nova is still a child though, bipolar emotions and incredibly annoying tendencies are traits she can't control. So that little agreement they had was genuinely to both save time spent on on their conversations and to prevent Nova from using these tones with her father. Jenova didn't care about the tone, because the child still obeyed. That's all that mattered.

Sephiroth genuinely does care about her deep down, but not only is he a god with better things to do than listen to a child go on rants about the sound trees make in the wind or some other miniscule fact, even before godhood or his own insanity, he was a Very awkward guy with No idea how to express his emotions.

He wants to keep her safe. He wants her by his side when she's ready. But he also finds the home More unsettling when it's quiet while she's there than when she wasn't. On some level, he wants to see and hear her happiness, even if it's with topics he couldn't care less about. He just has...no emotional intelligence whatsoever. Anger, annoyance, frustration, he knows how to express those. He doesn't know how to return an "I love you", even though he knows the words.

Nova could, in theory, pose a threat to him overtime. Not literally though. Not actively.

She will only ever threaten his power if she claims enough planets on her own. Every life bearing planet in this universe has some form of a Lifestream/life energy for them to absorb when they're done with the place, even if they don't take all of it so only Their version of the planet can survive.

Yet, if she did somehow reach his level or even surpass him, only in that moment would he know absolute pride in her.

No eternity is long enough for him to admit that himself,

But Jenova passes on the slightest hint of his truth, and Nova would only give him a knowing smile in return.

The only issue: if Jenova finds Nova more useful, she will communicate less with Sephiroth. Even if they are one in the same.

But Nova refuses this. It would break Sephiroth to stop hearing Mother. And she doesn't want her father in pain.

So despite Jenova's desires, She must keep Sephiroth on the same pedestal of her affection and commands.

Anyway, I put way too much detail in my fics, guys. That's just what I do. Hope it interests you!

Until It's Useful

Summary: Sons love their mothers more. Daughters love their fathers more. Human. Alien. Hybrid. Or god. It makes no difference. Not even for the calamity.

Author’s Note: I usually stay away from OCs. That’s just a personal policy of mine. But the idea of Sephiroth, his majestic Safer form and all, with a tiny child at his side (or maybe hiding behind a wing), has been running through my head for months. There’s not much I can say other than ‘I needed to let this out’. (Be warned, there is still plenty of angst). 

Further inspired by my ask to @altocat . 

Please enjoy.

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Sons love their mothers more. That was simply how existence should be, naturally, expectedly, and no truer words were spoken in the case of Sephiroth. Not after learning what he truly was.

All daughters naturally crave a connection with their fathers. At first, Sephiroth believed this would force this accident of a child to adapt and aid in his and Mother’s conquest as quickly as possible. He translated Mother’s empathic connection to him with ease now, only a few seconds required, after so much time in the Lifestream, which he now controlled on their new planet. 

But that child… He didn’t do anything for it to ‘occur’. He found her, tiny and alive, under the meteor when it landed in Midgar. It cried and wailed in the debris of Shinra Tower. Its existence plucked the tiniest thread of reunion in his mind, the tiniest call, connection. She had Mother’s cells. She had his cells. He knew it. He felt it. So he saved her.

Despite knowing he never mated with anyone on that planet, even before learning the truth of his existence, this was his child, the start of their shining future. She was an experiment too. That should only add to her strength and, someday, her ability to aid in their conquest. She was a test, a test of his ability to sustain life on this new planet. And he did not fail.

However, she was helpless, useless, weak, fragile. Human. 

He had no idea who the mother was, nor did he care. This child of his needed to change. He wasted too much time trying to keep her alive and unlock her potential. She was small, and pointless. Mother constantly reminded him of that, only occasionally offering a hint of praise at the child’s progress, yet only when the potential began to show. He never ignored Mother, leaving the child for hours at a time for his real task. Still, he always came back to her human-brown hair and round red eyes that glowed deeply among her round pupils, pulling up memories from so long before, pulling him back to her side even for only minutes at a time before Mother intervened.

The moment she could feed, clothe, and clean herself without aid, he left her in a stocked home to continue building his world. Mother whispered in his ear constantly when that child wasn’t around, exactly as he wanted, giving suggestions, explanations, and the warm feeling of her love within him. Finally, everything felt right again. Every surge of power or flap of his wings. Every success at terraforming the planet to his design. Everything.

Still, he went back to her once a year, simply to check on her progress. Well, more than once to restock her supplies, but only during her sleep. She was so annoying when she woke. Hyperactive with only human speed, ranting and blabbering with flubbed language, trying to show her strength, trying to show her worth, claiming she was finally ready to help him out in the real world. It always ended the same way: she asked if she was ready. He always said no. 

Now she was seven years old. This time, when he arrived, she didn’t run out to greet him, her brown hair not bouncing as excitedly as she did, her red eyes not engulfing his attention upon first glance. The small shelter was quiet. Silent. 

Where. Is she? He didn’t have time for this. It was dawn. This was her day. If she wouldn’t bother appearing, then he would leave. 

But something in his gut told him not to. Something different. An instinct he didn’t know he had. After a moment, Mother told him too. Without thinking, he entered the home. 

She wasn’t in the main room. Or the side room. Or the kitchen. Or her bedroom. There was absolutely no way she didn’t see him if she was outdoors, the glow from his halo impossible to miss. 

Where. Is. She? He’s more than annoyed. He’s frustrated. His anger expanded with every lack of response, and Mother gave her a grand total of ten seconds to make herself known before he abandoned her for twenty years, when she would either already be useful, or be dead.

Helpless. 

He winced. What was that feeling? It was so slight, so miniscule, yet impossible to ignore. Mother never sent him emotions like that. Throughout every moment, she only made him stronger. So few whispers ever harmed him in any way. 

Alone. 

Another tug on that cord that connected him. It wasn’t Mother, for she was always with him. He was never alone, so why-

Helpless. Alone. 

What is it? What. The hell. Is it?

Alone. Alone. Alone. 

He closed his eyes in focus as he searched for the epicenter of the feeling. Something inside him, perhaps? What else could it be? 

Helpless…

His eyes snapped open. His child. It was his child, calling and reaching out to him the same way it did before he first discovered her. Except now her call came from the forest behind the home.

His face curled to a sneer. Did she try running away? Did she get lost on her own and give up? What made her concoct this waste of his time? Just because the forest was safe didn’t mean she could enter alone. Did she get herself stuck? Is she hurt?

Mother made him push those thoughts aside before he followed the thin thread through the trees, weaving and gliding through the massive ocean of trunks without a single lost beat of his majestic form. As he got closer, he no longer followed the strand of reunion. He followed the sound of high pitch, laborious breaths. No footsteps. No progress. No small monsters approaching. His target did not move. 

She couldn’t be too far. And he was confident she would approach him first, upon seeing his light. 

“Father…?” Her voice rang like a sweet little bell, as weak as a kitten’s mew. 

He said nothing as he continued forward, only a bit more. 

“Is that you?” The strength in her voice returned and she shuffled up from the grass before gasping. “Father!” 

The tiny crunching of needles under her pounding feet finally signaled the progress he needed to stop his advance. She came to him, but if she didn't have a good enough excuse as to how this happened and why she's here, he’d punish her for these ripping emotions and wasted time, before leaving at once. 

Finally, he saw her running towards him, her hair a rat’s nest of knots with adorning broken twigs, her skin and clothes marred with dirt and stems of leaves she clearly tried to brush off on her way, her red eyes glowed wide with admiration. But her cheeks were stained with wiped tears. 

He scowled as she approached excitedly, relief in her breath. 

Once close, she choked on her own throat and stopped instantly. He saw the apology in her eyes before she even tried to open her mouth. Her body tensed and cringed, trying to stop her from answering to no avail. “Father, I…”

“What are you doing out here?” His words boomed and echoed throughout the trees, while her’s barely reached him with their timidity. He didn’t care what she did on her own time, but she knew this was his day.

She clutched her arms. “I was…”

Sephiroth glared. Great, now she’s whining, just on the verge of sniffling. Perhaps he should’ve left her here this year. 

To his surprise, she took a slow, deep breath and hardened her eyes, forcing her strength back into her body. Inhale. Exhale.

“I learned how to fly.”

He raised a silver brow and waited for further explanation. 

“I wanted to meet you in the sky, as a surprise. So I’ve been practicing. Every day. For longer and farther and higher each time.” She sighed at the memory of her coming words. “But I tested myself yesterday by trying to fly over this forest. I wanted to be ready for you. I wanted to be sure.” Her gaze finally broke to the floor, the disappointment in her own voice resonating through her body and weakening her resolve. “But I didn’t make it… I fell through a tree… and I got lost… and I’ve been here all night...”

His gaze sharpened, but she was still looking away, her eyes completely shielded from him. He felt another whisper as he spoke, “You can hurt yourself all you wish, but don’t expect me to come save you-”

“No I’m not!” She suddenly yelled and stomped her feet, but it wasn’t at him or his statement. She didn’t even look at him, turning and staring up at something randomly, her eyes never remaining in the same place for more than a sentence. “I flew a hundred laps around the house! I’m not stupid! I just made a mistake!” 

“Be silent and listen,” He scolded. A faint, malicious whisper went through his mind.

Again, she did not respond to him. “I know I’m not strong enough! Or big enough! Or fast enough! I’m not ready… I know I’m not but I wasn’t trying to be...” 

“What are you talking to?” He tried a sharper tone, yet to no avail. 

“I just wanna watch! How am I supposed to learn anything if you don’t let him bring me?”

His anger simultaneously skyrocketed and plummeted. She was speaking with Mother, like a verbal conversation rather than an emotional connection. Like she was on a phone, and she didn’t even know what a phone was, the technology lost completely to the old planet shortly after her birth. It took him years in the Lifestream to partially understand Her. Even now, he needed a few short seconds to translate, but this child didn’t miss a beat as she spoke back.

Despite this, she talked back to Mother, blatantly ignored him, and gave them both nothing but disrespect. 

“Nova,” Sephiroth growled his daughter’s name.

Instantly, the little girl snapped her gaze to his and silenced.

“Don’t you dare speak to Her like that.”

She looked down. “I’ll stop… but She said it was okay as long as we came to an agreement.”

A silent affirmation drifted past him, so he did not punish her. Yet he still wouldn’t allow this disrespect. “Don’t, do it again.”

She nodded slowly, clutching her arms again.

Still, despite her actions, she easily communicated with Mother. “How long has she spoken to you?”

Nova looked up to him with a tilted head and crossed brows, taking a moment before responding, “I don’t understand the question.”

“When did you first hear her?”

She shrugged. “I always hear her. When she’s talking to me…” She sighed and shook her head. “I know you two talk, but I can barely hear a mumble between you.”

“How often does she speak to you?”

“All the time.” She glanced away again, cringing at her own poor explanations. “...she taught me how to speak… kind of… It’s complicated…”

Before he asked his next question, her stomach growled, and she grabbed at the sound and grew even more sheepish.

How did his child end up so fearful?

“You’re hungry,” he stated.

She nodded slowly. “...and tired…”

With a slow breath, he lowered, folding his wings in an arc around him on the ground, and offered his hand. “Come. You’re going home.”

The sadness in her eyes made his mind stall. “I wanna go with you… please…”

He said nothing, staring in what he thought was intimidation, but she grew up with him, so clearly it lost its edge.

“I can… follow and watch… just for today… I-I’ll be quiet…” She knew she ruined the day, and she knew her begging was more than likely to get her into more trouble. But she had to try. “That’s all I ask, Father…”

Sephiroth sighed. Her request would lessen the time he wasted here if he could continue his work. But she’s very young, and he highly doubted her skills were as strong as she claimed. “After you eat, show me your flight, and I will consider it.”

Her red eyes flickered in excitement, but dimmed quickly to hide her show of emotion as she grabbed his hand. He still felt the joy in her grip, despite her attempt at control. 

This small child gave him much to think about. If she could instantly understand Mother, he needed to test it. If successful, she found her use in their conquest, and he would let her join him. If it failed- …no. He knew she was telling the truth. The only test was the usefulness of her skills, testing her translations in the middle of conquest. 

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They arrived at the home. Sephiroth made a meal for the child as the child left to wash out the remains of the forest on her body, returning eventually in a clean set of clothes. Unlike every other day he visited, she ate the meal in silence, speaking not a single story of her time here or questions about his progress. It was…unsettling, the silence of the home even with her presence. Still, she stayed quiet, only looking up from her meal to stare at him. 

She always liked his halo. 

He didn’t technically need this form for their conquest, but he enjoyed the power emanating from his wings to his halo, the richness from his literal glow. He occasionally reverted to his ‘soldier’ form, yet he wanted his daughter to see the power she came from. And what one day, she would aid. 

Perhaps that day was today.

Soon enough, she finished her meal, folding the napkin at the side of the dirty plate. Without asking, she approached the door and held it open for her father. 

He understood and followed her outside. 

There, outside the confines of the small home, his daughter quickly began to rise, floating all on her own. Past him, past his halo, past the roof, above the trees, and higher, and higher, and higher, until her breath caught on the lack of breathable air. She lowered herself slowly as she tried to regain her breath before finally landing in front of him. 

She did not say anything. She simply waited for his response, anxiously grabbing at her own dress for comfort. 

He stayed silent, considering her skills against his own. She lacked speed. She clearly limited her flight in fear of faltering again. Perhaps she could follow, but he needed confirmation. “You must tell me when you’re too far behind.”

Her little eyes brightened slowly. 

“I don’t care how far it is. Miles or feet. If you feel you cannot keep up, you must tell me, and I will bring you home. Do you understand?”

She nodded quickly, unable to hide the toothy smile on her face. “Yes, Father!”

“You will tell me exactly what She says when She speaks to you, no matter what I’m doing. Without these exceptions, you will be quiet. No questions, no statements, no stories. You will only watch.”

The little girl nodded again. 

“Good.” 

With that, he flapped his wings and shot instantly into the air. She jumped and followed very far behind, so far he assumed she would give up before they reached the location. Yet she didn’t. She flew much shorter distances at a much lower altitude, stopping on solid ground for minutes at a time, but she still followed his instructions. She only called to him when repeating Mother’s words. 

Once he arrived at the mountain range, he began, causing avalanches with gravity spells to expose the solid land beneath, infecting the land with the smallest bit of tainted lifestream to take root and expand. It was his child’s first time watching, so he kept his tasks simple for her sake. 

Yet Mother didn’t like that, and the moment his child caught up with him, she passed on the message to stop holding back for her sake. He obeyed, she watched in awe as he changed the land with deliberate ease, even as she needed to keep landing for minutes at a time before flying back up to him. Her constant up and down eventually wore on her persistence to stay at his side, at some point even spending an hour on a mountain top instead of behind him. When she returned, he expected her to finally give into her exhaustion, finally asking him to bring her home. 

She didn’t.

She grabbed one of his six white wings with both hands tightly, not preventing movement in any way. Out of pure curiosity, he let her, wanting to see what exactly she thought she could accomplish. She followed the unconscious oscillating pattern that aided in his flight. After enough cycles, she clung to the limb with her arms and legs, resting her head on the soft feathers, and closed her eyes with a soft sigh.

…Did she… just fall… asleep? 

He stared in surprise with a raised brow as her breathing slowed, her soft breaths barely rustling a single white plume. Meanwhile, she’s clamped on a wing he moves at least ninety degrees for each flap. How was she okay with that? How was she comfortable enough to sleep? 

Despite his internal confusion, she only adjusted slightly and went back to rest. 

She’ll hurt herself. 

No. This wouldn’t do. She needed to go back home. This was more than an inconvenience for him. What if she slipped off? Of course he could save her, but she shouldn’t be blatantly putting herself in danger. Not yet.

Reward her. 

The command surprised him, the feeling overwhelming, so he did not ignore it. He peeled her off his lower wing, choosing not to hear her small groan of protest, and held her close, in a much safer location, nuzzled between his chest and his large black wing as he curled it around her. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and adjusted silently, resting her head on his shoulder. Another sigh left her lips, a happy one, as she snuggled comfortably against her father.

He… didn’t mind having her there, so he continued. He forced the formation of the lands to fit his desire, he rose and lowered temperature with some of the most powerful magic ever seen, he curved rivers and mountains and valleys to obey his will. All while carrying a child in his wing. 

“Father…” She called in a distant voice, as if speaking from the realm of sleep. Was she finally giving in?

“Yes, Nova?” 

Just a simple sentence, and he’d take her back to the home. 

“...I love you…”

Suddenly, he froze, stopping his magic and the conquest. Something clutched his chest. Something human. 

She didn’t know that phrase. 

How did she learn it?

Another whisper from Mother stopped his train of thought. 

I love you, Sephiroth. 

So that’s where. His mind stalled on how to respond. The child was more than likely asleep, more likely to forget this admission. But he wouldn’t. So instead, he planted a single kiss to the top of her head and rubbed circles along her back with his hand. That seemed to satisfy her for now, her body flattening like a pillow against him, boneless and comfortable. 

Just as promised, he did not take her home until she asked. He made her one last meal before sending her off to bed. Soon her day with him ended, and sadness claimed her heart in the small home as she watched him leave again, watching the glow fade away through the glass of her window. 

Another year…

She hoped he’d be back sooner.

He knew he would be, because she had a purpose, a use, after so many years. She communicated with Mother as easily as with him. She’s heard Mother since the day she was born. 

Finally, she can aid Jenova’s cause. She’s finally useful. 

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Thanks for reading!