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esamastation · 11 months

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Part thirty-four of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three

Sephiroth feels a little better after an evening of meditation and a full night of sleep. Things look a little better in the light of day, and though the question of what the fuck he'd going to do about the war is still there, it has been put off. In favour of monster hunting!

"You seem… excited?" Angeal comments as they prepare to go.

He is! "Mn," Sephiroth answers, and carefully doesn't bounce with eagerness.

Even if the monsters of Final Fantasy can't hold a candle to the convoluted, messy and lazily put together nature of the monsters in PIDW, they're still interesting! Especially since he isn't sure what they actually are and how they work. Advent Children and Crisis Core really make it so unclear, because, like, everything turned into energy sparkles when it died? And he thinks in the movie one of the Sephiroth copies - weird to think about them now - summoned some monsters with magic? And then there was Zack in Crisis Core. Who turned into sparkles when he died!

Not everything can just disappear into energy, right, you need living things dying and rotting and composting to make up soil and stuff! If plants just disappear when they die, what do people eat, what were all these buildings made from? Plus he distinctly remembers coal being a thing in this setting, there was a whole town that got shafted because of it and everything, so fossil fuels exist, therefore stuff must leave behind physical remains! Except when it doesn't?

So! Is death like instant ascending here? Or like it descending, since all energy returns to the Planet? Sephiroth is pretty sure that Aerith left behind a body, and there were definitely corpses in the original game - but again, in the prequel it was really unclear. Enemies in combat disappeared, but cutscene death left a body. Except when it didn't!

Ah, the limitations of technology.

Still, he's interested in seeing how the creatures would look and feel and compare them to those he knows from PIDW. Final Fantasy VII had some really weird monsters, and he has a bet going with himself about how much they resemble awakened beasts or yaoguai.

Angeal looks at him and then smiles, hoisting the Buster Sword to his back. "Ready to go, then?"

"Ready," Sephiroth agrees.

"We're going to have to talk to the Colonel first, but don't worry - I'll handle the talking," Angeal says. "He's an… old-fashioned soldier."

Sephiroth arches a brow. It sounds like a warning. "Which means…?"

"He doesn't like SOLDIER, he thinks we're stuck up and get our abilities handed to us, we don't deserve our reputation, the usual stuff," Angeal shrugs. "Just ignore it and let me handle it."

"... If you say so."

They head outside together, and Sephiroth takes a moment to look around and try to be an objective observer. This place isn't really anything like the towns back home, in PIDW - the aesthetics are mixed, and though they're more like home than Midgar was, it's as if the place was squeezed through a funhouse mirror. It's just a little off.

And of course, there are no locals anywhere to be seen for a full comparison - just Shinra troops, infantry men and SOLDIERs. Who, the moment they notice him and Angeal, stop to stare and point and whisper.

Has the… incident in Midgar already spread this far, or is this really what it's like being Sephiroth all the time?

Depressing.

"Here," Angeal says and leads him to another house, apparently being used by the Colonel. "Remember, let me do the talking. You just stand there and look imposing, okay?"

Sephiroth snorts. "I think I can manage that."

The Colonel didn't look happy to see them, but then, he doesn't look like a man that's ever really happy. He sizes Sephiroth up and then scoffs. "It's about time. I don't know what kind of discipline you SOLDIER Firsts enjoy in Midgar, but this is a war front, sir, there are rules here."

Does that mean Sephiroth isn't a General then?

"Right, you're right, of course, sir," Angeal says placatingly. "Well, we're here now, and we already have missions lined up, so -"

The Colonel ignores him and comes around his desk and to Sephiroth's face. "You've been in and out of Wutai for most of this war, isn't that correct, SOLDIER?"

Sephiroth blinks at the man, slowly. "I suppose so." Behind the Colonel Angeal looks panicked.

"What was that?" The Colonel asks dangerously, narrowing his eyes. "You suppose so?"

Sephiroth narrows his eyes back.

The Colonel continues. "When talking to an officer of superior rank, you answer yes sir, or no sir. You do not suppose! Now, do you have experience in the war or not, SOLDIER?!"

Oh, someone is feeling very insecure in their boots, aren't they?

Now, Sephiroth could handle this with all the tact and delicacy of Shen Qingqiu… but even Shen Qingqiu wouldn't have swallowed that kind of spiel without biting. The original definitely wouldn't have! And Sephiroth is supposed to be a villain… well.

Sephiroth smiles - the Colonel recoils.

Last night he'd reread everything there was on his phone about Wutai, going through all his missions again, trying to get as much intelligence as he could. Funny, the things the tutorial left out.

"I'm sorry," Sephiroth says sweetly. "Who are you?"

The Colonel goes a little red. "Excuse me, SOLDIER?"

"You're barking at me as though at a private, expecting me to go yes sir and no sir," Sephiroth says mockingly. "And yet I have no clue as to who you even are."

Behind the Colonel Angeal gapes and then lifts a pleading look to the ceiling.

The Colonel sputters. "You, you - How dare -"

Ah, you gotta love zero IQ bullies.

"I was given a whole slew of missions and orders," Sephiroth says softly. "All are very vital and high priority. I'm to slay monsters that have killed your men, I'm to hunt down spies you've clearly failed to find, I'm to clear a guard station you haven't been able to get near, I'm to weaken a fortress you cannot even touch, and ten other things besides. All my mission files are very clear. And you know what they all have in common?"

He leans a little closer to the Colonel - right in his purple face. "Not a single one of them mentions you."

Then, before the Colonel can recover, Sephiroth turns on his heel with an imaginary mike drop and saunters out, feeling a whole lot better about everything. The sun is shining, the troopers are scattering at the mere sight of him, and the air is fresh and sweet with natural Qi.

Already this day is looking up.

Angeal, clearly deciding that evasion was the better part of valour, hurries after him. "We're going to pay for that later, you know," he says, sounding defeated.

Of that Sephiroth doesn't have any doubts. What good is a one-time bully? There'd either be a horrifying scene of comeuppance to bring home the realities of war, or a heartfelt discovery and understanding about how they're not so different after all, or whatever else.

"We'll burn that bridge when we get to it," Sephiroth says cheerfully. "Now. I was promised monsters."

Angeal sighs, glancing back at the house commandeered by the Colonel. "... I guess we better clear out anyway. Alright," he motions. "Right this way to the monsters."

Sephiroth grins at his bitchy tone, and together they head out.

SY can have a petty bully scene, as a treat.

#Fanfiction #ffvii #ff7 #svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #sephiroth #angeal hewley

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nanshe-of-nina · 2 months

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Women’s History Meme || Empresses (4/5) ↬ Empress Yelisaveta Petrovna of Russia (1709 – 1762)

Yet Elizabeth’s flighty persona was a concoction to help her survive in a scorpions’ nest. While vaunting her numerous love affairs, she carefully concealed her political acumen. The British envoy’s wife reported, “In public she has an unaffected gaiety, and a certain air of giddiness that seems entirely to possess her whole mind… In private I have heard her talk with such a strain of good sense and steady reasoning that I am persuaded the other behavior is a feint.” … Numerous powerful families tried to persuade Elizabeth to stage a coup and proclaim herself empress. Afraid of bloodshed, Elizabeth hesitated until she heard rumors that Anna Leopoldovna was planning on claiming the imperial crown for herself and having her inconvenient cousin shut up in a convent. Elizabeth shuddered at the thought of religious life because, as one contemporary wrote, there was “not an ounce of nun’s flesh about her.” On November 25, 1741, hours before she was to be arrested, Elizabeth rallied loyal troops and invaded the palace. The coup was ridiculously easy; the people wanted the daughter of Peter the Great to rule. Anna was imprisoned in one fortress and her infant son in another. Elizabeth was gentle with her former enemies who now swarmed to proclaim their loyalty. She swore never to sentence anyone to death for political crimes. She outlawed the torture of children under seventeen and the cutting off of women’s noses. Even the humblest subjects were encouraged to hand Elizabeth petitions for redressing injustice. Unlike her three female predecessors—her mother, Catherine I; Empress Anna; and the regent Anna Leopoldovna—Elizabeth took her governmental responsibilities quite seriously, working most of the day, reading reports, presiding over meetings, forcing rival ministers to make peace. Mercurial and temperamental, Elizabeth had an arsenal of tactics to get her way—flashing a brilliant smile, stamping her foot in impatience, swearing like a fishwife, complimenting and cajoling. — Sex With the Queen: 900 Years of Vile Kings, Virile Lovers, and Passionate Politics by Eleanor Herman

#women's history meme #empress elizabeth of russia #house of romanov #russian history #european history #women's history #history #nanshe's graphics

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thecinamonroe · 2 years

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Marilyn Monroe performing for the american troops in Korea, February 1954.

“There were seventeen thousand soldiers in front of me, yelling at the top of their lungs. I stood there smiling at them. It had started snowing, but I felt warm, as if I were standing in the bright sun. I’ve always been frightened by larger audiences, but standing in the snowfall, facing these shouting soldiers, I felt no fear for the first time. I only felt happy. I felt at home. That is what I’ve always wanted, I guess.” — Marilyn on her trip to Korea.

#marilyn monroe #1950s #50s #1954 #vintage #history #retro #Old Hollywood glamour #old hollywood #photography #korea

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llondonfog · 4 months

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I was think about your “Silver sword” Au, which is a lot of angsty fun, and two thoughts came to mind:

The first is what if Silver was a baby when he was cursed and still a baby when Lilia got him. (of course then my brain ruined it by imaging baby Silver starting as magic dagger then growing into a sword as he grew.)

The second is what if for some reason Lilia was stripped of his rank and title by the senate and they take Silver away as well to give him to Lilia’s less than ideal replacement. (This is how Lilia would start his life as rouge, I guess.)

aaaaaaaaaaa i'm very pleased that our little au has been spreading so much angsty enjoyment recently!! >:)

oh that concept is DEVASTATING. in our verse, silver is seventeen when maleficent casts her curse over his family and kingdom, and so he will remain 'eternally' seventeen until his gemstone/soul is shattered. he suffers for centuries under the cruel objectification and stripping away of his personhood by the fae as he's "gifted" to various handlers that the senate deems worthy, but to think that this could have all started when he was a mere child?? oh that absolutely breaks my heart!! to have no memories of what life was before the curse, to only know his existence as a tool of destruction with no other glimmer of identity . . . by the time that the general receives him, he is but a shell of a human— if that would have been the case, i wonder what would have been the impetus of their change, if lilia would have ever recognized silver as his own individual and not the weapon so rightfully punished by their fearsome queen. much to think about here, i'm going to be taking this back to my au partner tomorrow.....

100000% THIS WOULD HAPPEN. if there was ever a threat by the senate to take silver from lilia and give him to anyone else, they would have to pry the blade from lilia's own bloody hands wrapped so tightly around it that the steel is embedded to his very bone. we've discussed a point in the au after many years of their slow burn relationship breakdown from handler&weapon to father&son in which lilia was egregiously injured during battle and silver had to be given for several weeks to another high-ranking fae soldier to continue the offensive front— when he's returned to lilia, the boy is a pale, trembling shade of the quiet young man who had begun to share the gift of those sweet and crooked half-smiles with lilia, the chains of the choker around his neck black and blue against his skin. i think it goes without saying that general vanrouge's troops turn a stoic blind eye when the foolish soldier who dared to wield lilia's precious son is dragged out into the depths of the forests, only to reemerge with significantly less limbs than before :)

#lettie's asks #living weapon au #hehe this is such a fun and painful au #im so happy that it's been well received and sparking some further ideas <3

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kyber-kisses · 1 year

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Into Your Arms (Part 3)

Captain Rex x Jedi Reader

Summary: as you slowly begin to heal from your injuries, Rex continues to worry about you.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, angst, worried!rex

A/N: funny story this is basically part of my Jedi!OCs background but I chose to make it into a reader fic. Anyways enjoy the final part!

Thirty six rotations. Thirty six rotations since Rex held your dying body in his arms. Thirty six rotations since you went unconscious.

Nineteen rotations since they took you out of the bacta tank. Nineteen rotations since he watched the medical team take you out of that awful tube.

Seventeen rotations since he watched in absolute horror as you began seizing, the medics surrounding you and making him fear the worse once again.

Thirty six rotations of not having you around.

The latest scare had been somewhat predictable to the medical team- that sometimes after prolonged exposure to bacta the persons body goes through withdrawal symptoms. Sometimes it was vomiting, other times it could be mental confusion- but it would seem you had gotten the short end of the stick and that was the explanation for the seizure.

But Rex hadn’t known that at the time. All he knew was that one minute he was standing in the med-bay talking to Kix about how your recovery was going and the next alarms were going off and people were yelling and you- you were-

“Hello? Cody to Rex-“ a gloved hand waved across Rexs vision, successfully pulling him from his thoughts as it did.

And with that the veil was lifted and the captain of the 501st found himself back in the almost empty mess hall of the Resolute. Only a few table lights remained on, the rest of the room having been plunged in darkness due to the time of the evening. Most of the ships occupants were on their way to bed by now—

Clearly Rex had been stuck in his own thoughts again.

“Vod, you were doing it again.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Rex rubbed at his temples, the cup of caf in front of him having gone cold ages ago. “How long?”

“Well I was calling your name for a good minute or two.” The clone commander spoke, lowering himself into the seat in front of his brother as he did.

The last few missions had been different to say the least. Without you to help lead troops the 212th had been called in to aid the 501st in the last several missions since your accident.

Rex was greatful for it, really he was. He could use the help, plus- it was nice to have Cody around. In truth he was one of the only things keeping him from going completely mad.

Without you around things felt different. Things ran different. Rex didn’t like different.

Yet here he was.

“Rex, you gotta refocus your energy. It’s doing neither her nor you any good if you keep retreating in on yourself. Focus on the upcoming missions. That’s what she would want you to do.”

In truth Rex knew his brother was right but he said nothing, instead focusing in on his cold cup of caf. He was a good soldier and he had been trying his damnedest to remain that way. He worked on battle plans and he focused during strategy meetings. . . But that didn’t mean you weren’t on his mind constantly. When he wasn’t planning for the next fight and he was alone with his thoughts they always went back to you.

He worried non-stop which resulted in endless visits to the medbay, and a handful of those visits were late in the night when he couldn’t find sleep due to worry and the only thing that calmed him was seeing you.

For those first two weeks you were in the bacta tank he would find himself alone in the medbay in the late hours of the night (which would drag into the earlier hours of the morning) seated on one of the wheeled stools, his knee restless as he bathed in the hazy blue glow of the tank, watching over you, despite the medical droid that still buzzed around. He was afraid if he left you would stop breathing, that something would happen and you would be ripped away to a place Rex could not follow.

And then you were taken out of the tank and transferred to a medical bed and all those nights spent separated by glass were gone. And when no one was around and the medics had all clocked out he held your hand. wether it was for your comfort or his own he didn’t know.

“She’s getting better each day. Kix has been telling me about her improvements.” Cody spoke again, his words earning a tired sigh from the captain.

“Yeah but she’s still unconscious.” Tiling his cup slightly, Rex watched as the cold contents within sloshed around. “It’s all my fault Cody. I should have been paying more attention on the battlefield. If I had she wouldn’t have had to jump in and save me. I’m the reason she almost died-“

“Woah, stop right there. None of this is your fault. It’s not anyone’s except the damn Seppies. You got that?” The slight shift in Codys voice made Rex look up at his brother, only to find his own eyes looking back at him.

Rex opened his mouth to respond but was cut short by the sound of a pair of feet running towards the mess hall, making both clones pick their heads up towards the door as a figure raced into view.

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Death wasn’t like you imagined it. Ever since you were little and still trailing behind the robes of your master you had always thought death would feel like a warm embrace, like the feeling of curling up next to a fire after being out in the cold, or being given a hug after being alone.

But it felt like none of those.

If anything it felt the exact opposite.

It was cold. Not so much to the point where it was unbearable but to the point in which you felt like you had been submerged in a cool stream. The air smelled far too artificial as well and the only noise that could be heard was the rushing of water in your ears and the faint sound of some sort of rhythmic beeping.

And it was dark. So very dark. . . And lonely. If this is what waited everybody in the end then you felt horrible. If this was what it felt like to become one with the force in death then. . . The rest of the Order was going to be in for a rude awakening.

Though despite the cold and the dark there was something that did bring you comfort. It was almost as constant as the other things- though there were times where it was gone for what felt like forever.

You didn’t know what it was but you could feel it in the force when it appeared. It was like a faint glow, like a candle being lit in a darkened room. When it showed up it brought with it a sense of warmth, the type that could only remind you of being wrapped in pure sunlight. Whatever it was it kept you sane and it made you feel protected. . . Even if you were dead.

And then as just as sudden as it had all begun. . . It stopped.

One minute you were adrift in the dark expanse of death and nothingness and then like a slap to the face you were pulled into somewhere else entirely.

Suddenly your body was hurling forward in an upright motion and your lungs felt as if they hadn’t breathed real air in years. Your eyes flew open only to be met with harsh white lights and your ears were pelted with the sounds of beeping monitors and distant voices along with the heavy and steady hum of a ship.

If any words had left your lips they only came out as a sharp wheeze, lungs still grasping for fresh oxygen.

“Woah there, Commander! Calm yourself, everything’s alright.” A pair of reassuring hands went to your shoulders, gently guiding you back onto the bed you currently occupied, you resisted the best you could but your body felt like it weighed three times what it was supposed to.

And the aches? Kriff the aches currently running rampant through your entire body were not ideal either. The pain causing a deep groan to leave your lips as whoever was at your side readjusted your pillow for you.

“Wish I could give something for the pain, Commander, unfortunately for the next few hours I can’t put any more meds in your system.” A gloved hand took your wrist gently, fingers pressing down to check your pulse no doubt. “Other than the aches and pains how are you feeling?”

“Where am I?” Still squinting from the harsh white lighting, you turned your head slightly, pressing your cheek into the soft material of the pillow.

“Level 7 medbay of the Resolute. Gave us quite a scare there Commander.”

Medbay. That made sense. Nowhere else in the ship had lighting as awful as this. Sure enough as your eyes began to adjust you were able to identify where you were.

The medbay was unusually quiet and empty, save for a passing medical droid and two clone medics, one which was hovering over you as he continued to check vitals.

“Kix.”

The medic gave a soft smile. “The one and only commander. I’ve been taking care of you for the last month, no offense but you proved to be quite a handf—“

A sick feeling suddenly twisted in your gut as Kix spoke, and when he saw your eyes widen in confusion all other words on his lips fell silent.

“Month? Kix, what do you mean month? How long have I been out? What even happened to me?”

“Your guts got scrambled that’s what happened.” A second voice entered the conversation and as you looked up towards the doors to the mostly vacant medbay you watched as Anakin strode in, a soft smile on his lips as he did. “It’s good to see you awake my friend.”

“I wish i could say it feels good to be awake.” As you spoke you realized how hoarse your voice was, your throat dry as you let out a cough. Guess that was a side affect of not having said a word in over a month.

As Kix continued with his test, Anakin moved to your side, a glass of water in hand as he did. “Small sips, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.” Giving a mock salute you allowed him to lift the cup to your lips, your head still too heavy to raise it from the pillow.

Though you only caught the tail end of it over the lip of the glass, you watched as Kix and Anakin shared a look before the medic nodded and swiftly moved beyond your sight.

“Is everything alright?”

Lowering the cup, Anakin placed it on the table besides you. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be? Just happy to have you awake. Though full warning; Ahsoka will be showering you with get well cards and gifts when she finds out you’re up.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You mused slightly, sending him a tired smile as you continued to fight the aches in your body.

“Well, we both know she can have way too much energy at times.”

Yeah, he wasn’t wrong there.

As a silence fell over you, you swallowed thickly, mind moving elsewhere. “Have I really been out as long as Kix said?”

“. . . Yeah. You got pretty banged up on Ryloth. Had you in a bacta tank for a couple weeks. There was discussion of transporting you back to Coruscant to recover at the temple but—“

“But what?”

Anakin was silent for a moment. “I spoke against it. I would match rather have you here under the care of medics I actually know and trust.”

In truth that wasn’t the main reason. Anakin knew that if he had sent you back to Coruscant, Rex would have become even more distant that he already was. Having you here at least allowed his captain to have a sense of peace being able to check on your condition.

Opening your mouth to spout some sarcastic comment you were stopped short by the sound of someone running down the hall towards the medbay. They were moving quick by the sound of it. . And at this time of night? Well it made you pick your head up from your pillow in curiosity.

And that little warm glow you had felt all those times before in your unconsciousness? It returned with the approaching footfalls.

A moment later you watched along with Anakin as a very out of breath and wide eyed clone practically slammed into the door frame, his arm going out to brace himself against it as he stumbled to a halt, chest heaving as his eyes found yours.

Never in all your life had you seen the captain of the 501st in such a state. He looked. . . Well he looked as if he was watching a ghost.

And with just one look at him everything came rushing back to you.

Ryloth.

The burning battlefield.

The Sepratist tank.

The explosion.

The twisted chunk of metal in your abdomen.

. . . And Rex. Rex. Your fierce blonde captain who you swore could have hung the stars themselves—

Kriff., know that you were thinking about it it You had said somethings. Some very, very emotional and true things.

You didn’t notice the way Kix and Anakin quietly slid from the room. All you could see was Rex and the worried yet surprised look on his face.

And something inside you broke. You could feel a difference in his force signature. He was worried and he was scared— and between it you could feel a sense of guilt that gnawed at him from within.

He was blaming himself for this.

Your eyes suddenly burned as tears gathered and a choked cry left your throat. Squeezing your eyes shut you let deep sobs rack your chest.

Across the room Rexs face fell and he was rushing across the polished floors in an instant, his gloves discarded from his hands as he placed a palm to your cheek. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Do I need to grab K-“

“I’m sorry-“ you gasped for a breath, eyes opening slightly as tears carved tracks down your face. “I’m sorry-“

“For what?”

“I scared you. I never meant to scare you. I only ever wanted to keep you safe.” You breathed, unable to stop yourself from leaning into Rex’s touch as he thumbed away your tears.

“You’re not supposed to do that. I’m a clone. I’m expendable.” Rex spoke the words plainly.

And At that your face shifted and the anguish and guilt on your face was replaced with confusion. With red eyes and tears stained cheeks you slowly grabbed Rexs wrist, removing his hand from your face.

“Don’t ever say that.”

“Commander-“

Sitting up as much as your body would allow you shoved him slightly. “Don’t ever say that again! You are not! You never have been! And none of your brothers are either!”

Rex was silent, turning his head to avert his gaze to the polished floors of the medbay. He had made you upset. He never wanted to do that.

“I love you, you know that? I know I said it that night on the battlefield but I need you to know it.” You breathed deeply, your voice cracking with emotion as and other wave of tears burned your eyes. At that Rex looked up, deep brown irises filled with surprise. “And you don’t have to say anything because I would never tell you that just to hear you say it back. I just need you to know that you are loved, and by no one more than me.”

To you it seemed in your eyes as if Rex had frozen, but in truth the second you had spoken those words Rex fucking melted. Because here you were, this beautiful, kind and fierce Jedi and you were looking at him in a way no one vet had before.

You had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it.

Principally he had wanted to be mad at you. To yell at you and tell you to never do something so stupid again, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

Not when you were here in front of him. Alive. Breathing. Awake.

“I know you are my superior but I’m going to make a command and that is to never scare me in such a way ever again.” Though he tried to mask it, Rex heard his voice crack ever so slightly. “I can’t recall a time I had ever felt so scared in my life. I need you safe. I need you alive.” The last words left his lips in almost a whisper.

And then you watched as a single tear made it’s escape from one of Rexs deep brown eyes and everything in you melted into a puddle. Both your hands slowly and cautiously went to his face, giving him every opportunity to pull back, but the only thing he did was bring his eyes to yours as you thumbed away the tears before slowly pulling him down to rest his forehead against your own. You knew deep down that a part of Rex blamed himself for what had happened to you.

“Forgive me cyar'ika.” You spoke the words in almost a whisper, a message only him.

Thats when Rex did something you never expected. His palms cradled your head gently and and pulled you in to close the remaining gap between you in what was the most gentle and sweet kiss you had ever experienced in your life.

On the other end Rex swore he never felt so at peace in his life. You were safe and alive. . And you loved him. Kriff, he never even entertained that thought in his life that someone could love him, but here you were and he was kissing you and—

“Don’t go far from me.” Your words were like a ghost against his lips as you pulled back just enough to speak.

“I never left. I’ve been here all along.” Rex paused for a moment. “My whole life my duty has been to the Republic. . . But now I know, my duty is also to you.”

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shrekgogurt · 4 months

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New header for the fun of it! I was in a bit of an editing block but I’m slowly but surely coming out of it. The fellas were missing some emotion and with the help of Dolly Parton, it’s been infused. (And the help of Dre’s feedback.) All in all, this chapter is feeling less like a dud and more like something substantial even if it’s getting uhhhhh way longer than originally intended.

Baz POV, past (age seventeen):

“Trouble in paradise?”

Bunce narrows her eyes at me. “Pull your troops, Pitch. It’s bad enough as it is trying to keep Simon from murdering you. Also, Agatha is applying to universities in The States so unless you’re keen on downgrading to the MLS—”

“Vile.”

If Major League Soccer has a million haters, Baz Pitch is one of them. If Major League Soccer has one hater it’s the right honorable TBGP. If Major League Soccer has no haters that man is dead. And to be fair, I’m not a hater but it does feel wrong for me to watch soccer at night. So sorry to my local club. Maybe if we had a women’s team…

So many wonderful people are out to play today! I wasn’t originally going to post anything but FOMO won out. Thanks for the tags! @artsyunderstudy @monbons @emeryhall @facewithoutheart @roomwithanopenfire @rimeswithpurple

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#I want this chapter to be DONE #and like it’s close but also it’s very much so not #nah humbug I’m tired of looking at it I wanna move on #ikabikam

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kiestrokes · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

「 ATEEZ 」

Sexual Styles Headcanons NSFW MTL Breed Kinks NSFW Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition SFW As Cringy Pick-Up Lines NSFW Stoned Sex NSFW MTL Virgin Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Colors NSFW

「 BTS 」

Drunk & Horny Headcanons NSFW BTS and their Secret Socials Headcanons SFW MTL Praise Kink NSFW

12 Lays of Kinkmas Masterlist SFW & NSFW

Will Scream for Soju SFW Featuring: Friend!Reader x OT7

Keeping the Cadence NSFW Featuring: Fellow Military!Reader x Jung Hoseok

Anti-Hero NSFW Featuring: Reader x Boyfriend!Kim Namjoon

Geonbae Pt.1 ✧ Geonbae Pt.2 NSFW Featuring: Reader x Fuckboy!Park Jimin ft. Kwon Soonyoung and OC!besties 🎧 the playlist 🖼️ the moodboard

Full Service NSFW Featuring: Noona!Reader x Idol!Jeon Jungguk

「 Seventeen 」

Autumnal This or That SFW Troop Seventeen: Badge Ceremony SFW

As Sex Workers NSFW

「 SHINee 」

Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours NSFW

「 Stray Kids 」

MTL Aftercare Sandwich NSFW MTL House Husbands SFW SKZ in The Hunger Games NSFW SKZ Noona Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Color NSFW

Eyes on Fire SFW Featuring: Werewolf!Han Jisung x Vampire!Lee Minho

astringe NSFW Featuring: Best Friend!Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

「 Multi 」

K-Pop Stan Q's (first edition) Idols as The Goonies SFW BTS, ATEEZ & SKZ in a John Hughes Film SFW Bias List as Millennial Cult Book Series SFW EXO-L x atiny SFW

「 Soft Hours 」 SFW

Recovering from a minor surgery… Featuring: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

the autumnal special Featuring: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

「 Hard Hours 」 NSFW

Touch Starved Featuring: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB.

Partner Won't Let You Sleep SFW & NSFW Featuring: Vampire!Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee.

These are works of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted above.

#masterlist #ateez masterlist #bts masterlist #exo masterlist #got7 masterlist #monsta x masterlist #nct masterlist #seventeen masterlist #kpop masterlist #shinee masterlist #stray kids masterlist #multi stan #kpop multistan #fanfic masterlist #shes a wip so dont judge too hard #oeuvre

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Atrocities US committed against ASIA

Between 1996-2006, The US has given money and weapons to royalist forces against the nepalese communists in the Nepalese civil war. ~18,000 people have died in the conflict. In 2002, after another civil war erupted, President George W. Bush pushed a bill through Congress authorizing $20 million in military aid to the Nepalese government.

In 1996, after receiving incredibly low approval ratings, the US helped elect Boris Yeltsin, an incompetent pro-capitalist independent, by giving him a $10 Billion dollar loan to finance a winning election. Rather than creating new enterprises, Yeltsin’s democratization led to international monopolies hijacking the former Soviet markets, arbitraging the huge difference between old domestic prices for Russian commodities and the prices prevailing on the world market. Much of the Yeltsin era was marked by widespread corruption, and as a result of persistent low oil and commodity prices during the 1990s, Russia suffered inflation, economic collapse and enormous political and social problems that affected Russia and the other former states of the USSR. Under Yeltsin, Between 1990 and 1994, life expectancy for Russian men and women fell from 64 and 74 years respectively to 58 and 71 years. The surge in mortality was “beyond the peacetime experience of industrialised countries”. While it was boom time for the new oligarchs, poverty and unemployment surged; prices were hiked dramatically; communities were devastated by deindustrialisation; and social protections were stripped away.

In the 1970s-80s, wikileaks cables revealed that the US covertly supported the Khmer Rouge in their fight against the Vietnamese communists. Annual support included an end total of ~$215M USD, food aid to 20-40k Khmer Rouge fighters, CIA advisors in several camps, and ammunition.

In December 1975, The US supplied the weaponry for the Indonesian invasion of East Timor. This incursion was launched the day after U.S. President Gerald Ford and Secretary of State Henry Kissinger had left Indonesia where they had given President Suharto permission to use American arms, which under U.S. law, could not be used for aggression. Daniel Moynihan, U.S. ambassador to the UN. said that the U.S. wanted “things to turn out as they did.” The result was an estimated 200,000 dead out of a population of 700,000. Sixteen years later, on November 12, 1991, two hundred and seventeen East Timorese protesters in Dili, many of them children, marching from a memorial service, were gunned down by Indonesian Kopassus shock troops who were headed by U.S.- trained commanders Prabowo Subianto (son in law of General Suharto) and Kiki Syahnakri. Trucks were seen dumping bodies into the sea.

In 1975 Australian Constitutional Crisis, the CIA helped topple the democratically elected, left-leaning government of Prime Minister Gough Whitlam, by telling Governor-General, John Kerr, a longtime CIA collaborator, to dissolve the Whitlam government.

In 2018 after the release of a suppressed ISC (International Scientific Commission) report, and the release of declassified CIA communications daily reports in 2020, it was revealed that the US used germ warfare in the Korean war, 2. Many of these attacks involved the dropping of insects or small mammals infected with viruses such as anthrax, plague, cholera, and encephalitis. After discovering evidence of germ warfare, China invited the ISC headed by famed British scientist Joseph Needham, to investigate, but the report was suppressed for over 70 years.

Between 1963 and 1973, The US dropped ~388,000 tons of napalm bombs in vietnam, compared to 32,357 tons used over three years in the Korean War, and 16,500 tons dropped on Japan in 1945. US also sprayed over 5 million acres with herbicide, in Operation Ranch Hand, in a 10 year campaign to deprive the vietnamese of food and vegetation cover.

In 1971 in Pakistan, an authoritarian state supported by the U.S., brutally invaded East Pakistan in the Indo-Pakistani war of 1971. The war ended after India, whose economy was staggering after admitting about 10 million refugees, invaded East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) and defeated the West Pakistani forces. The US gave W. pakistan 411 million provided to establish its armed forces which spent 80% of its budget on its military. 15 million in arms flowed into W. Pakistan during the war. Between 300,000 to 3 million civilians were killed, with 8-10 million refugees fleeing to India.

In 1970, In Cambodia, The CIA overthrows Prince Sihanouk, who is highly popular among Cambodians for keeping them out of the Vietnam War. He is replaced by CIA puppet Lon Nol, whose forces suppressed the large-scale popular demonstrations in favour of Sihanouk, resulting in several hundred deaths. This unpopular move strengthens once minor opposition parties like the Khmer Rouge (another CIA supported group), who achieve power in 1975 and massacres ~2.5 million people. The Khmer Rouge, under Pol Pot, carried out the Cambodian Genocide, which killed 1.5-2M people from 1975-1979.

In 1969, The US initiated a secret carpet bombing campaign in eastern Cambodia, called, Operation Menu, and Operation Freedom Deal in 1970. An estimated 40,000 - 150,000 civilians were killed. Nixon lied about this campaign, but was later exposed, and one of the things that lead to his impeachment.

US dropped large amounts of Agent Orange, an herbicide developed by monsanto and dow chemical for the department of defense, in vietnam. Its use, in particular the contaminant dioxin, causes multiple health problems, including cleft palate, mental disabilities, hernias, still births, poisoned breast milk, and extra fingers and toes, as well as destroying local species of plants and animals. The Red Cross of Vietnam estimates that up to 1 million people are disabled or have health problems due to Agent Orange.

US Troops killed between 347 and 504 unarmed civilians, including women, children, and infants, in South Vietnam on March, 1968, in the My Lai Massacre. Some of the women were gang-raped and their bodies mutilated. Soldiers set fire to huts, waiting for civilians to come out so they could shoot them. For 30 years, the three US servicemen who tried to halt the massacre and rescue the hiding civilians were shunned and denounced as traitors, even by congressmen.

In 1967, the CIA helped South Vietnamese agents identify and then murder alleged Viet Cong leaders operating in villages, in the Phoenix Program. By 1972, Phoenix operatives had executed between 26,000 and 41,000 suspected NLF operatives, informants and supporters.

In 1965, The CIA overthrew the democratically elected Indonesian leader Sukarno with a military coup. The CIA had been trying to eliminate Sukarno since 1957, using everything from attempted assassination to sexual intrigue, for nothing more than his declaring neutrality in the Cold War. His successor, General Suharto, aided by the CIA, massacred between 500,000 to 1 million civilians accused of being communist, in the Indonesian mass killings of 1965-66. The US continued to support Suharto throughout the 70s, supplying weapons and planes.

Between 1964 and 1973, American pilots flew 580,000 attack sorties over Laos, an average of one planeload of bombs every eight minutes for almost a decade. By the time the last US bombs fell in April 1973, a total of 2,093,100 tonnes of ordnance had rained down on this neutral country. To this day, Laos, a country of just 7 million people, retains the dubious accolade of being the most heavily bombed country in the world per capita.

From the 1960s onward, the US supported Filipino dictator Ferdinand Marcos. The US provided hundreds of millions of dollars in aid, which was crucial in buttressing Marcos’s rule over the years. The estimated number of persons that were executed and disappeared under President Fernando Marcos was over 100,000. After fleeing to hawaii, marco was suceeded by the widow of an opponent he assasinated, Corazon aquino.

Starting in 1957, in the wake of the US-backed First Indochina War, The CIA carries out approximately one coup per year trying to nullify Laos’ democratic elections, specifically targeting the Pathet Lao, a leftist group with enough popular support to be a member of any coalition government, and perpetuating the 20 year Laotian civil war. In the late 50s, the CIA even creates an “Armee Clandestine” of Asian mercenaries to attack the Pathet Lao. After the CIA’s army suffers numerous defeats, the U.S. drops more bombs on Laos than all the U.S. bombs dropped in World War II. A quarter of all Laotians will eventually become refugees, many living in caves. This was later called a “secret war,” since it occurred at the same time as the Vietnam War, but got little press. Hundreds of thousands were killed.

In 1955, the CIA provided explosives, and aided KMT agents in an assassination attempt against the Chinese Premier, Zhou Enlai. KMT agents placed a time-bomb on the Air India aircraft, Kashmir Princess, which Zhou was supposed to take on his way to the Bandung Conference, an anti-imperialist meeting of Asian and African states, but he changed his travel plans at the last minute. Henry Kissinger denied US involvement, even though remains of a US detonator were found. 16 people were killed.

From 1955-1975, the US supported French colonialist interests in Vietnam, set up a puppet regime in Saigon to serve US interests, and later took part as a belligerent against North Vietnam in the Vietnam War. U.S. involvement escalated further following the 1964 Gulf of Tonkin incident, which was later found to be staged by Lyndon Johnson. The war exacted a huge human cost in terms of fatalities (see Vietnam War casualties). Estimates of the number of Vietnamese soldiers and civilians killed vary from 966,000 source to 3.8 million.source Some 240,000–300,000 Cambodians,source23 20,000–62,000 Laotians,4 and 58,220 U.S. service members also died in the conflict, with a further 1,626 missing in action. Unexploded bomb continue to kill civilians for years afterward.

In the summer of 1950 in South Korea, anticommunists aided by the US executed at least 100,000 people suspected of supporting communism, in the Bodo League Massacre. For four decades the South Korean government concealed this massacre. Survivors were forbidden by the government from revealing it, under suspicion of being communist sympathizers. Public revelation carried with it the threat of torture and death. During the 1990s and onwards, several corpses were excavated from mass graves, resulting in public awareness of the massacre.

In 1984, documents were released showing that Eisenhower authorized the use of atomic weapons on North Korea, should the communists renew the war in 1953. The 2,000 pages released show the high level of planning and the detail of discussion on possible use of these weapons, and Mr. Eisenhower’s interest in overcoming reluctance to use them.

In the beginning of the Korean war, US Troops killed ~300 South Korean civilians in the No Gun Ri massacre, revealing a theater-wide policy of firing on approaching refugee groups. Trapped refugees began piling up bodies as barricades and tried to dig into the ground to hide. Some managed to escape the first night, while U.S. troops turned searchlights on the tunnels and continued firing, said Chung Koo-ho, whose mother died shielding him and his sister. No apology has yet been issued.

The US intervened in the 1950-53 Korean Civil War, on the side of the south Koreans, in a proxy war between the US and china for supremacy in East Asia. South Korea reported some 373,599 civilian and 137,899 military deaths, the US with 34,000 killed, and China with 114,000 killed. Overall, the U.S. dropped 635,000 tons of bombs—including 32,557 tons of napalm—on Korea, more than they did during the whole Pacific campaign of World War II. The US killed an estimated 1/3rd of the north Korean people during the war. The Joint Chiefs of staff issued orders for the retaliatory bombing of the People’s republic of China, should south Korea be attacked. Deadly clashes have continued up to the present day.

From 1948-1949, the Jeju uprising was an insurgency taking place in the Korean province of Jeju island, followed by severe anticommunist suppression of the South Korean Labor Party in which 14-30,000 people were killed, or ~10% of the island’s population. Though atrocities were committed by both sides, the methods used by the South Korean government to suppress the rebels were especially cruel. On one occasion, American soldiers discovered the bodies of 97 people including children, killed by government forces. On another, American soldiers caught government police forces carrying out an execution of 76 villagers, including women and children. The US later entered the Korean civil war on the side of the South Koreans.

In 1949 during the resumed Chinese Civil War, the US supported the corrupt Kuomintang dictatorship of Chiang Kaishek to fight against the Chinese Communists, who had won the support of the vast majority of peasant-farmers and helped defeat the Japanese invasion. The US strongly supported the Kuomintang forces. Over 50,000 US Marines were sent to guard strategic sites, and 100,000 US troops were sent to Shandong. The US equipped and trained over 500,000 KMT troops, and transported KMT forces to occupy newly liberated zones as well as to contain Communist-controlled areas. American aid included substantial amounts of both new and surplus military supplies; additionally, loans worth hundreds of millions of dollars were made to the KMT. Within less than two years after the Sino-Japanese War, the KMT had received $4.43 billion from the US—most of which was military aid.

The U.S. installed Syngman Rhee,a conservative Korean exile, as President of South Korea in 1948. Rhee became a dictator on an anti-communist crusade, arresting and torturing suspected communists, brutally putting down rebellions, killing 100,000 people and vowing to take over North Korea. Rhee precipitated the outbreak of the Korean War and for the allied decision to invade North Korea once South Korea had been recaptured. He was finally forced to resign by mass student protests in 1960.

Between 1946 and 1958, the US tested 23 nuclear devices at Bikini Atoll, using the native islanders and their land as guinea pigs for the effects of nuclear fallout. Significant fallout caused widespread radiological contamination in the area, and killed many islanders. A survivor stated, “What the Americans did was no accident. They came here and destroyed our land. They came to test the effects of a nuclear bomb on us. It was no accident.” Many of the islanders exposed were brought to the US Argonne National laboratory, to study the effects. Afterwards the islands proved unsuitable to sustaining life, resulting in starvation and requiring the residents to receive ongoing aid. Virtually all of the inhabitants showed acute symptoms of radiation syndrome, many developing thyroid cancers, Leukimia, miscarriages, stillborn and “jellyfish babies” (highly deformed) along with symptoms like hair falling out, and diahrrea. A handful were brought to the US for medical research and later returned, while others were evacuated to neighboring Islands. The US under LBJ prematurely returned the majority returned 3 years later, to further test how human beings absorb radiation from their food and environment. The islanders pleaded with the US to move them away from the islands, as it became clear that their children were developing deformities and radiation sickness. Radion levels were still unacceptable. The United States later paid the islanders and their descendants 25 million in compensation for damage caused by the nuclear testing program. A 2016 investigation found radiation levels on Bikini Atoll as high as 639 mrem yr−1, well above the established safety standard threshold for habitation of 100 mrem yr−1. Similar tests occurred elsewhere in the Marshall Islands during this time period. Due to the destruction of natural wealth, Kwajalein Atoll’s military installation and dislocation, the majority of natives currently live in extreme poverty, making less than 1$ a day. Those that have jobs, mostly work at the US military installation and resorts. Much of this is detailed in the documentary, The Coming War on China (2016).

After the Japanese surrender in 1945, Douglas MacArthur pardoned Unit 731, a Japanese biological experimentation center which performed human testing of biological agents against Chinese citizens. While a series of war tribunals and trials was organized, many of the high-ranking officials and doctors who devised and respectively performed the experiments were pardoned and never brought to justice. As many as 12,000 people, most of them Chinese, died in Unit 731 alone and many more died in other facilities, such as Unit 100 and in field experiments throughout Manchuria. One of the experimenters who killed many, microbiologist Shiro Ishii, later traveled to the US to advise on its bioweapons programs. In the final days of the Pacific War and in the face of imminent defeat, Japanese troops blew up the headquarters of Unit 731 in order to destroy evidence of the research done there. As part of the cover-up, Ishii ordered 150 remaining subjects killed.

In 1945 during the month-long Battle of Manila, the US in deciding whether to attack Manila (then under Japanese occupation) with ground troops, decided instead to use indiscriminate carpet-bombing, howitzers, and naval bombardment, killing an estimated 100,000 people. The casualty figures show the US’s regard for filipino civilian life: 1,010 Americans, 16,665 Japanese and 100,000 to 240,000 civilians were killed. Manila became, alongside Berlin, and Warsaw, one of the most devastated cities of WW2.

US Troops committed a number of rapes during the battle of Okinawa, and the subsequent occupation of Japan. There were 1,336 reported rapes during the first 10 days of the occupation of Kanagawa prefecture alone.1 American Occupation authorities imposed wide-ranging censorship on the Japanese media, including bans on covering many sensitive social issues and serious crimes such as rape committed by members of the Occupation forces.

From 1942 to 1945, the US military carried out a fire-bombing campaign of Japanese cities, killing between 200,000 and 900,000 civilians. One nighttime fire-bombing of Tokyo took 80,000 lives. During early August 1945, the US dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, killing ~130,000 civilians, and causing radiation damage which included birth defects and a variety of genetic diseases for decades to come. The justification for the civilian bombings has largely been debunked, as the entrance of Russia into the war had already started the surrender negotiations earlier in 1945. The US was aware of this, since it had broken the Japanese code and had been intercepting messages during for most of the year. The US ended up accepting a conditional surrender from Hirohito, against which was one of the stated aims of the civilian bombings. The dropping of the atomic bomb is therefore seen as a demonstration of US military supremacy, and the first major operation of the Cold War with Russia.

In 1918, the US took part in the allied intervention in the Russian civil war, sending 11,000 troops to the in the Arkhangelsk and Vladivostok regions to support the anti-bolshevik, monarchist, and largely anti-semitic White Forces.

In 1900 in China, the US was part of an Eight-Nation Alliance that brought 20,000 armed troops to China, to defeat the Imperial Chinese Army, in the the Boxer Rebellion, an anti-imperialist uprising.

In 1899, after a popular revolution in the Philippines to oust the Spanish imperialists, the US invaded and began the Phillipine-American war. The US military committed countless atrocities, leaving 200,000 Filipinos dead. Jacob H Smith killed between 2,500 to 50,000 civilians, His orders included, “kill everyone over the age of ten” and make the island “a howling wilderness.”

Throughout the 1800s, US settlers engaged in a genocide of native Hawaiians. The native population decreased from ~ 400k in 1789, to 40k by 1900, due to colonization and disease. In 1883, the US engineered the overthrow of Hawaii’s native monarch, Queen Lili’uokalani, by landing two companies of US marines in Honolulu. Due to the Queen’s desire “to avoid any collision of armed forces, and perhaps the loss of life” for her subjects and after some deliberation, at the urging of advisers and friends, the Queen ordered her forces to surrender. Hawaii was initially reconstituted as an independent republic, but the ultimate goal of the US was the annexation of the islands to the United States, which was finally accomplished in 1898. After this, the Hawaiian language was banned, English replaced it as the official language in all institutions and schools. The US finally apologized in 1993, but no land has been returned.

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Outside The Office Part Thirty Three

Hi All,

I hope this chapter clarifies some questions! Shoot me any more that might pop up <3

I knelt over the toilet as the last bit of my breakfast came up. Every part of me ached, had ached for the last two days and I felt both overheated and freezing cold. I had tried ginger ale, crackers, apple juice, and everything else just short of calling Valentino and begging him to come home.

I laid half on the cool tile of the floor, half on the towel I had tossed down at the start of all this and closed my eyes. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the day Valentino bit into my shoulder, leaving me completely and utterly ravenous for him. His best guess was that part of the control he had over his ability to procreate- after all, he had never bitten someone in his Overlord form. And he figured as long as the saliva he produced in that form stayed out of his partners bloodstream, he could fuck them all he wanted with zero consequences.

But he assumed, based on my reaction to the bite, that as soon as that red poison slipped into my bloodstream, all bets were off. The fertility test I had taken the next day showed that I was more than able to get pregnant. But the six pregnancy tests I took after reassured us both that I wasn't.

With that confirmation, Valentino and I fell into our morning routine- working out, fucking, breakfast, showering, work, in that order. Work was where we usually parted- me to go and start to sort through the mass of souls that had the potential to be useful.

To say that hell had a military was an absolute joke in every sense of the word. I was quickly learning that, in as much power my Uncle Lucifer had, he had little to no sense of organization when it came to this type of thing. The day I passed my physical assessment in Lucifer’s mind, I realized just how messed up, overrated, underrated and disorganized his sense of brutality was.

“Lucifer, I took down seventeen enemies the size of my father,” I had panted in the middle of the training floor. “What goal are you looking for?”

He stared at me in confusion. “Goal? I wanted you to kill them all.”

“That isn’t humanly possible,” I panted as I gulped down water. “Shit, Uncle Lucifer, that's why we have troops. Come on, give me the files.”

“Fine, fine, but only because we’re running out of time,” he relented.

He led me into what was formally Valentino’s second studio. There was no trace of what remained before, instead, the floor was divided into sections, and subsections. Lucifer had spared no expense in ensuring that every bit of technology was up to date- and worked with Vox to be sure everything was the most secure it could be. Unlike the others, when you stepped off the elevator you needed a retinal scan simply to walk through the next door. From there, retinal scans popped up throughout, ensuring at random that those going through were where they needed to be.

The first few days were spent in the middle of an empty office, pounding away on my laptop as I rushed to sort through files. Categorizing souls was no small feat, considering the amount of them- Lucifer’s seven billion plus to my seven hundred or so. A daunting task to say the least, but thankfully, Vox jumped in and together we came up with an algorithm that would sort these souls into one of the three categories- yes, fuck no, and only if desperate.

With the constant late nights and busy days, it didn’t phase me too much when Valentino kissed the top of my head and told me he was going to have to leave me for a few days. I was too deep in my work to say anything other than yes, and without him as a consistent check in, Vox stepped in to pry me away from the office and forced me to go to sleep at night. If nothing else, I was grateful the club scene paused while Valentino was gone- it was one less thing to do outside of work.

Yesterday morning was the first day something didn’t feel quite right. A twinge in my belly, and nausea that flooded me. When Vox came to grab me for dinner, I told him I didn’t feel well. He immediately checked my temperature and put me to bed.

“You’re working too hard,” he said gently. “You need to slow down.”

That wasn’t an option. We had weeks before the angels were due to come and I had a plan that needed to be implemented six months ago. My idea was simple. The angels came into us, and I led the invasion back to heaven, right through the portal they entered. Smack them where it hurts, get revenge for my father and end this nonsense once and for all. But I had yet to figure out how exactly I was going to manage that. As an angel, I could enter heaven. And I suspected Lucifer could as well, but I would need someone powerful on the ground. Based on the abilities of the souls I had to work with, this entire thing would be a tough ask.

So I pushed myself, like I always did, until I physically couldn’t anymore, nibbling on crackers and working from my bedroom until finally everything I put into my body came up. I felt sicker than I ever had before, and I needed to call Val, I knew I did. I just couldn’t do this by myself. I needed my person.

I picked up the phone and to his credit, he picked up on the first ring.

“Princessa, is everything okay?” He asked.

“Val, can you come home? I’m sick. I need you.” I dropped the phone as another wave of nausea flooded me. Bile. Ugh.

“Sorry, Val I’m…”

“I’ll be home in an hour. And I’m calling Lucifer and Vox now,” he said sharply.

“No, Val. Just you. Please please don’t make a big deal out of this I just, I don’t want to do this alone,” I pleaded.

Silence on the other end.

“I’ll be home in a half hour, cariño. Sit tight until then.”

True to his word, the door to the bathroom pushed open no more than thirty minutes later.

“Mi amore, what’s wrong?” He asked as he gathered my hair and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. “Tell me what hurts, bebita.”

“My stomach, Val. I can’t keep anything down. I’m behind where I wanted to be in organizing interviews, and I just…”

“Alright, calm down,” he replied as he sat down next to me on the bathroom floor. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

I laid my head on his lap and tried to breath through the cramping in my gut. “It hurts, Val.”

He was quiet for a moment as he stroked my hair. “You got your period yesterday, right?”

I shook my head. “No, Val, I’m late, not that it matters, but…”

I felt the pain wash through me and I leaned back over the toilet as the bitter liquid came up. I felt his hands gently braid my hair, ensuring it was kept out of the way. “Ugh, I hate throwing up,” I muttered as I accepted the tissue he handed me.

“I’m concerned that this may not be the stomach bug,” he said slowly. “It’s been three weeks since we…”

“Val, you didn’t come in me after you bit me. And yeah, we fucked later but you again pulled out. My mouth took the brute of it. And my stomach. And my thighs…”

He didn’t look convinced. “Let me run a blood test, muñeca. Just to make sure. And I’ll check for other things too, like…like an elevated white blood cell count. Rule out an infection. If it all comes out clean, then we’ll know it's just the stomach flu.”

My head ached, both from dehydration and this conversation. “There are a thousand reasons my period could be late, Val. Stress? Remember the whole invasion of hell thing? I just…”

I doubled over again and Valentino again ensured my hair stayed out of the way. When I finally finished, I leaned back against him as I began to realize the gravity of his suggestion. “I can’t be pregnant, Val. This has to be the stomach flu.”

“We don’t know that, mi amore. And we won’t know that until I run a blood test. Please, princessa.”

If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a plea in his voice I hadn’t heard from him.

“What happens if I am, Val?” I whispered as I curled up on the floor. “What happens then?”

“Then we handle it as it comes, mi amore.” His hand fell to my stomach. “I love you. And I will love anything that we create.”

I would have loved to kiss him at that moment. To tell him how much I loved him in return, how he, for the first time, made me feel like I wasn’t alone in the world. How he made me feel safe and cared for and protected.

Instead, I doubled over again.

“When was the last time you kept liquid down?” He asked with concern. “I have to put a catheter in for blood regardless, might as well get fluids in you. Show me, where in your belly does it hurt?”

“All of it. My entire abdomen hurts. But that’s probably from being so sick. I don’t think, I don’t think it's anything more.”

“Lay on your back for just a moment, cariño. Humor me,” he instructed.

Too tired and in too much pain to fight, I laid down on the towel I had tossed down earlier. His hands lifted my shirt up and I felt him press on my tummy.

“Does any of this hurt?” He asked with concern.

I felt my stomach grumble and I was sure he did too. I felt my cheeks turn pink.

“No, it's just…”

“Upset. I understand. Just making sure there is nothing majorly wrong,” he replied. His hand lingered over my belly button for just a moment before he pulled my shirt back down. “Let me see your arms.”

I tried to breath through another round of cramps but in seconds I knelt back over the toilet.

“Val, if you put a line in can you give me something to stop this?” I begged. “I’m so tired of being sick.”

He looked pained. “No, princessa. I mean, I could. But if it’s truly the stomach bug it has to run its course. Better to let it out than hold those germs in your belly.” He stood up and put his hand on my forehead. “I’m going to go downstairs and get the things I need, will you be okay for a moment?”

I groaned in response as I laid back down. “Val, I’m hot and cold at the same time. How is that even possible?”

“You’re running a fever, muñeca. I can give you something to bring it back down, but if I can convince you to get into a cool shower when I get back, that may make you feel even better.”

The thought alone made me more nauseous. I heard the door close behind him and I curled myself up into a ball. Pregnant? The thought hadn’t occurred to me until he said it, but I supposed it was possible. Hopefully not, but also…

Well, I wouldn’t mind being pregnant with his child. I thought back to his fantasy, my tummy round with his babies.

My thoughts on the subject subsided as I heaved again. And again. After what felt like forever, the bathroom door opened and Valentino walked back in carrying a black backpack. He knelt down next to me and laid his hand on the back of my neck.

“Do you want me to try to take blood now, or do you want to try a cool shower first?” He asked as I leaned my head on his shoulder. “You’re burning up, bebita.”

“I don’t care,” I muttered. “I just don’t feel good.”

I heard the shower turn on and felt his hands on my body. I let myself go limp against him.

“Alright then sweetheart, let’s get these clothes off,” he replied as he tugged the shirt off over my head.

“What if I get sick again?” I asked as he lifted me to my feet.

“Then you throw up, it isn’t a big deal, princessa.” He guided me into the shower. “You should know well enough by now that I’ve seen it all in my line of work.”

That I didn’t doubt. But getting sick in front of him wasn’t on my list of desires. He guided me under the cool water and I leaned my bodyweight into him as the water hit my back.

“Valentino, it burns,” I hissed as he held me under the stream.

“No, honey, it doesn’t. Your body is just that warm,” he replied. “I checked your vitals on my phone. Your temps at a hundred and four, bebita. We have to get it down, and quickly.” He tilted my head back so my entire body was under the cold water and held me as I winced. “Val, I’m going to throw up, let me go.”

He released me and I bolted out of the shower, barely making it to the toilet.

“Fuck,” I coughed. “That hurts.”

“I meant in the shower,” he said with slight amusement in his voice as he pulled my soaking wet hair back with a towel.

“I refuse,” I shuddered. “That is a boundary I will not cross.”

He let out a low laugh. “Oh my princessa. Let’s get you dried off and taken care of.” He carefully tugged a fresh tee shirt over my head and combed my hair as quickly as he could, taking careful care to put it back in braids, pausing whenever I doubled over.

“Alright, muñeca, let me see your arms,” he knelt next to me.

Waves of nausea flooded through me. “Val, I can’t. I need to lay down.”

“You can, mi amore. Lay down if you must,” he replied, “that’s a good girl. Close your eyes.”

I heard him mutter in a mix of Spanish and English as he pressed on my skin gently.

“Don’t move, bebita,” he ordered softly. “That’s it. Little pinch.”

“I’m going to throw up again, Val,” I warned. “I need to sit up.”

“Then sit up, the needle is out.” He slipped his hand behind my back and I panted. Nothing came out.

“Dry heaves are the worst,” he replied sympathetically. “The nurse sent something for the nausea, something to make you a little more comfortable, and something for the fever. I’m going to take blood and then I’ll connect the line, okay mi amore?”

“I couldn’t fight you if I wanted to,” I replied as I laid back down on the floor.

“That’s not the point, cariño,” he said as he worked over me with a practiced hand. He held up a vial of blood and set it off to the side. “Let’s get you set and then I’ll run the test.”

“Doesn’t the lab have to do it?” I asked. “Ow, ow Val!”

He ignored my question. “I’m sorry, princessa,” he apologized as he finished the line. “I know it doesn’t feel good. Just a few more seconds and the pain should start to disperse.” He paused and gently laid a hand on my stomach, “you must be in pain if you’re letting me give you something for it. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt when I press here?”

I gritted my teeth. “Every muscle hurts, Valent….oh, relief,” I closed my eyes as the cramping in my belly stopped. Or maybe I didn’t feel it anymore. Either way, I didn’t care.

“My princessa,” he muttered with concern. “Lie still for a few moments, while I run the test and I’ll help you to bed.”

I closed my eyes and took the first deep breath since I got sick. A few moments later, I felt a tug on my arm and Valentino lifted me up.

“What did the test say?” I asked worriedly. “Val, am I…”

“No, princessa. You are not pregnant.” He replied quietly as he settled me in our bed. “It truly is just the stomach bug, you must have picked it up from somewhere.” He pressed his lips to my forehead and smoothed back my hair.

“I can’t…I can't decide if I’m sad or relieved.” I said softly.

“I am both, bebita,” he sat down next to me and laid a hand on my stomach for the third time that day. This time, he didn’t press down, he simply held it there, lost in thought. “But now we have the chance to do this the way you desire, mi amore. With the pretty ring on your finger first.” He gave me a smile and laid down next to me.

His words didn’t quite connect in my brain as I curled into him. “Wait, Val, can’t I get you sick?” I asked.

“Technically, yes. And it would suck. But I wouldn’t die from it,” he replied lightly. “And if I get sick from taking care of you, it will be worth it.” He kept one hand on my belly and gently pulled me to his chest. “Now close your eyes, cariño.”

#the vees #hazbin fluff #valentino x reader #valentino x you #vox x reader #the vees x reader #valentino #valentino x wife #hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino smut #velvette #vees #polyvees

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postoctobrist · 2 years

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Keeping your asks open like this makes you braver than the troops. And I remember you said that doing otherwise would be "letting the terrorists win", I assume there's a bit of jokiness to that but it really resonated with me. Cis people have their asks open and they don't have to be afraid of anything. So why should we be?

I also just really like it, because after Twitter the effect of Tumblr TERFs coming for you is extremely funny. It’s like someone trying to stab you to death with a knife made of cake. Half a dozen seventeen year olds who stopped crying for just long enough to work up the courage not to star out a bunch of letters in the phrase ‘kill yourself,’ oh no!

#terfs

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hisnowbie2 · 5 months

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Summary:

¤ A vampire that supposedly everyone thinks they do not exist, clearly exist in her world. Pretend is a key to survive, though no vampire hunter. The world is obviously not open-minded either.

A human that has nothing with the vampire, came across with each other one day at school, but the contact surely isn't good at all. By right, no one can even understand what happened.

"Stare at me deep down." As the vampire was then forcefully clicked with the human.

"Invite me in." As the human wants to get in the vampire's life. ¤

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Concept:

SMAU x crack x written x angst x fantasy x quite a slowburn

Warnings:

Typo errors, a somewhat soulmate genre, vampire, strangers-to-lover troop, sns likes comment duration and repost are not related to the story, reincarnation, blood, past life, maybe bad jokes hanging, school genre, i mispelled hitomi's name from ONE to THIRTEEN in chat and i just realised it, well this is relating to vampires and such so any death can occur, direct d!e word or anything relates to that, lmk if i miss out any

Mentioned / featuring:

&TEAM Taki EJ K Fuma and Maki, NCT Dream Jaemin, Treasure Yoshi, NCT 127 Yuta, ZB1 Hanbin,

Status:

Ongoing, upload everyday

Started:

16 June 2024

Ended:

18 Oct 2024

Taglist:

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Bitches on TOP | 7 human mosquitoes

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

ONE : 【 We ARE into transfer students 】

TWO : 【 59404 times of sorry 】

THREE : 【 Not a duel at high noon 】

FOUR : 【 ɴɪsʜɪᴍᴜʀᴀ ʀɪᴋɪ 】

FIVE : 【 I'll do one better 】

SIX : 【 He isnt a great start to begin with 】

SEVEN : 【 and I quote, GIVE ME BACK MY EYE COLOUR 】

EIGHT : 【 Be nice, Sunoo 】

NINE : 【 Why is this happening to me? 】 (0.7k)

TEN : 【 Euijoo in Rugby club 】

ELEVEN : 【 Gentleman club 】

TWELVE : 【 Euijoo vs Sunghoon 】

THIRTEEN : 【 Hamburger time 】

FORTEEN : 【 Mint choco ice cream 】

FIFTEEN : 【 Throws me into uncontrollable desire 】

SIXTEEN : 【 All kinds of bad 】

SEVENTEEN : 【 "date" 】

EIGHTEEN : 【 Jealous bf are cute 】

NINETEEN: 【 Your blood is what we craved for 】

TWENTY : 【 Sunoo SLAY 】

TWENTYONE : 【 Simp behaviour 】

TWENTYTWO : 【 I AM NOT YOUR SON'S GIRLFRIEND 】

TWENTYTHREE : 【 Our past life story 】 (2.8k)

TWENTYFOUR : 【 Time for a plan 】

TWENTYFIVE : 【 HE STUTTERED 】

TWENTYSIX : 【 Change purpose of plan 】 (1.3k)

TWENTYSEVEN : 【 Yuki:Sunghoon 1:0 】

TWENTYEIGHT : 【 YUHOON LIVE TWEETS -Riki 】

TWENTYNINE : 【 Step 3: there's no need for step 3 】

THIRTY : 【 Step 3: there's no need for step 3 POSTPONED 】 (5.1k)

THIRTYONE : 【 Is he handsome? 】 (2.1k)

THIRTYTWO : 【 Wikihow, does he like me? 】

THIRTYTHREE : 【 Alexa? Siri? Any AI available? 】

THIRTYFOUR : 【 Two can play this game 】 (4.2k)

THIRTYFIVE : 【 Teamwork🙂 】

THIRTYSIX : 【 Can i have this dance? 】 (3.2k)

THIRTYSEVEN : 【 Two babies?! 】

THIRTYEIGHT : 【 You say 】 (62)

THIRTYNINE : 【】 - 10 Oct

FORTY : 【】 - 11 Oct

FORTYONE : 【】 - 12 Oct

FORTYTWO : 【】 - 13 Oct

FORTYTHREE : 【】 - 14 Oct

FORTYFOUR : 【】 - 15 Oct

FORTYFIVE : 【】 - 16 Oct

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Ending

Fin

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Masterlist

Enhypen Masterlist

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@seunghancore @sol3chu @melancholy-z @stvrrylove

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#kpop #hybe #smau #kpop smau #lee heeseung #jay #park jongseong #park sunghoon #jake sim #sim jaeyun #yang jungwon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #sunghoon smau #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen #enhypen smau

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Part thirty-one of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

They've landed in Wutai after a frankly miserable plane ride in a windowless, seat-less troop carrier - which, why even call it a troop carrier when it's clearly not designed to be carrying people? The thing is filled with boxes and stuff, there was barely enough room to move!

Guess that's what happens with last minute takeoffs - you get what you get.

The first few minutes onboard were fine and kinda novel - being on a plane at all was kind of a mind trip, because, heh, plane, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, eat your heart out! But then it became just hours upon hours of boredom in a rattling tube of metal. Sword flying is clearly a superior mode of transport.

"We will have your things delivered to wherever you're going to be staying," Reno says, waving them off the plane, hiis attention fixed on one of the bigger boxes. "Rude, come give me a hand with this…"

"We should -" Rude starts to say, looking at the SOLDIERs.

"Yeah, yeah, now come give me a hand with this."

Angeal gives them an awkward, slightly relieved smile and then claps Sephiroth on the shoulder. "We better get out of the way," he says, and together they exit the plane.

Sephiroth had been bracing himself for a warfront, Angeal had even told him what to expect, but he… didn't actually know what that entailed.

Shinra troops had taken over a small town at the foot of Tamblin Mountain sometime in the past and are now using it as their forward base. That's where they land - in a dirt runway cut into the forest, just by the town. And it's…

It reminds him of old movies, the mixture of vaguely mixed Asian style buildings, with these modern canvas tents pitched in between them and on the roads. There are trucks that totally aren't jeeps that have worn grooves into soft streets, unprepared for such traffic, making everything messy and muddy. They've erected fences all over the place, sectioning parts off, and there are floodlights everywhere. There's also robots patrolling the place.

In the distance, on the rolling hills somewhere to the west, there are rice paddies and behind them mountains. All around them there's a lush wall of green that looks almost like a rainforest. It actually might be rainforest! It would fit the allegory!

The mental, ethnic vertigo is so strong for a moment that Sephiroth doesn't know which way to turn to look. He doesn't know what to think. Mostly he just feels kinda… unnerved.

Angeal returns to his side before he even realises he'd gone somewhere. "I talked to the Colonel. Come on," Angeal says, clapping him on the shoulder. "They've set up a place for us. We'll… debrief there."

"... Hn," Sephiroth answers, and follows him.

There's a lot of Shinra troops milling about, infantry mostly, but some SOLDIER Seconds and Thirds too. They all stop to stare. Some of them look excited, but most just look tired and dirty and worn.

Sephiroth wonders if the Colonel is in charge of them. Actually, it might be that they're now in charge of everyone here! They're SOLDIERs First Class. Isn't that the highest rank? He can't remember if Sephiroth being a General was fanon or canon, but hasn't he been involved with the war since the beginning?

Would he have to give orders now, orders to march, to fight… to kill?

Angeal shows him to a house that was clearly someone's home before Shinra took the place over. It's a single room with tatami floors and rice paper walls, and the military bunks clash with the aesthetic horribly. Their pillows are clearly seat cushions.

There's a fancy looking kimono stand that's being used to hang bags and ammo satchels.

"What happened to the people who lived here?" Sephiroth can't help but ask, staring at the stand and wondering where the kimono had gone.

"They abandoned the town ahead of the troops," Angeal says.

Sephiroth looks at him and then at the room. Did they really, or is that a nicer thought than they were all executed? "... Right," he says and picks up the seat cushions from the bunk, piling them up in the corner - wondering if there was a table here, and what happened to it.

"Are you alright?" Angeal asks.

Probably not! "What's our mission here?" Sephiroth asks, picking up bags and satchels from the stand and carrying them outside.

"... We have a day to acclimate. After that, there's a number of things that need to be accomplished," Angeal says, subdued, and takes out his phone. "We can start slow - there's no major engagements being planned just now, no one will mind."

"Mn, and what does starting slow mean?" Sephiroth asks, as he picks up stuff around the hut and gets rid of it.

"Well, there's a number of monster extermination requests around here - Wutai wildlife is high-level, and it's rumoured that they're being intentionally bred by Wutai people. They've been attacking patrols."

Sephiroth gets rid of most of the random crap in the hut and then considers the bunk beds. They're ugly and probably unpleasant, but… they have to sleep somewhere.

It takes just one swing of Masamune to improve the situation immensely.

"Um," Angeal says as Sephiroth finishes separating the beds and moves one of them to the other side of the hut. "... Why?"

"I am not sleeping in a bunk bed," Sephiroth says simply and looks around. "... Do you think they have folding screens around here?"

Angeal arches his brows. "I don't know for sure. I suppose we could ask around? I think there's a storage house where they've put the collected, um," he clears his throat. "Things that will be sent to Midgar eventually. Maybe we can requisition some of it."

Things to be sent to Midgar… that's nice. That's a nice way to say the spoils of war, huh.

Sephiroth looks away. It's the way of war, he knows that, nothing unusual about it. It happened in PIDW too - cut out all the smut and stupidity, and all Binghe did was plunder and loot and pillage. When he wasn't being handed tributes, anyway. It's just par for the course! Right? Right…

"You…" Angeal starts and then sighs and puts the phone away. "How about I'll go get a screen for you, if there's any available. Do you want anything else?" He sounds very indulgent and understanding.

"Two screens. And a table," Sephiroth says without facing him, feeling like a sullen little kid being placated. "... Thank you. Can you ask someone to get rid of the - stuff outside?"

"I'll take care of it," Angeal promises. "You just… take a moment to make yourself comfortable, okay? There's no rush."

Aka, pull yourself together, man, you're looking really pitiful right now. Thanks, Angeal-bro.

Sephiroth's waits until Angeal is gone before sinking down to sit on one of the beds, putting his head in his hands.

Though they'd not seen much from the plane, what with it not having windows and all, he can see it in his mind's eye now. Burned villages smoking in the jungle, scorched fields, muddy paddies ruined. He'd never cared much for any kind of war stuff, but he'd seen his share of first person shooters and letsplays.

It all feels very real all of a sudden.

And he's supposed to be the Big Bad here! The Demon of Wutai! Who knows how many people he's already killed in this war! And sure, it is a war, and that's what happens, and yeah, he has killed before as Shen Qingqiu, but -!

Going to war on behalf of the America-allegory of the situation? The invader, the hostile occupier, the - the evil planet-sucking dystopian megacorporation?!

Dragging his hands down his face, Sephiroth sighs and looks up.

There are calligraphy scrolls hung up on each side of the door. One reads Integrity and the other Honour. Sephiroth stares at them miserably for a long moment.

Yeah.

He's so going to end up defecting here, isn't he? Four days, four days in this world, and he's doing to fuck up the whole plot, right here and now. It must be some kind of record! But where the fuck will be even defect to? The Demon of Wutai, hello?! The locals probably want his head on a spike!

"I am so fucked," he mutters wretchedly and hangs his head.

#Fanfiction #ff7 #ffvii #svsss #Sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #angeal hewley #reno of the turks #rude of the turks

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