First Son   |   Spy X Family Reader Insert

First Son | Spy X Family Reader Insert

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[Demetrius Desmond X Reader] "Trained Spy since birth sir." You told him with an infectious smile on your face. The blonde man hummed while you kicked your legs sitting on Ms. Sylvia's the handler's desk. The man seemed to think while you sat there, he was observing you. You imagined thought such as 'What would the fake wife think?' and 'she seems quite young to be a spy.' you disregarded it; in no time you'd have the mission smooth sailing. Maybe you were a bit too sure of yourself... ___________________________________ Demetrius Desmond AKA Damian's brother. Look we needed a ship; you HAVE to have a ship, okay?
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[Demetrius Desmond x Genius Reader(or oc)] [Redacted] hides the fact that she's an Esper with the ability of retrocognition; One of the mildly successful but nonetheless disappointing "failed" experiment from whatever [REDACTED]'s exact goal was. Years later, now as [Lapis] working her current mission at an all-girls boarding school, she was rudely slapped in the face with Operation Strix. Aid Twilight, get close to a Desmond, they said. It'll be easy, they said. Well, they lied. After all, how are you suppose to get closer to someone who has no humanity? How are you suppose to understand them if you don't even understand yourself? How are we suppose to live when all we've known is survival? In the locked box under her bed, she places all of the things she keeps dear: A hand carved chess set, the latest edition of a highly proclaimed physics textbook, a little wooden puzzle with salted peanuts inside, a personally embroidered handkerchief, a baked unidentified not-flying object that's just pure carbon at this point, and many more. Memories of a life built off lies. Maybe she'll let herself relish in it for a bit longer. Just... a little longer... WARNINGS: Human experimentation, firearms, profanity, gore, blood, suggestive themes, more to be added probably.

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