This is a Shiloh and Bros Fanfic! This is a collaboration with @SABrosfanfics! Thanks again so much for helping me with this!
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Being a part of the Nelson family is a full-time responsibility...especially since their mom is the founder of Missions Operations Management, AKA the M.O.M. It is their job to assist their mother, and each other, in keeping peace across the Raelos via the device she designed, the Arxis, which gives them access to infinite universes with infinite climates, rules, and most of all...threats.
Josie Nelson is on the younger side of the family. She is Judah Nelson's twin sister, and yet she dodges none of the responsibility that comes with running the M.O.M. She is passionate about her mother's mission and wants to do everything in her power to help those in need...even if she is constantly going on the same kinds of missions.
When the Nelson kids begin going on more complex missions, and therefore facing more complex threats, Josie, like her siblings, has a choice to make. What kind of agent is she going to be? Will she be a natural leader and detective like Shiloh? Will she help to run day-today operations like Elijah, or invent things like Josiah?
Or will Josie find her own identity outside of her siblings, specifically her twin brother, and learn how to be a unique side on a double edged sword?
||fanfic|| Shiloh x Y/N:
"Shiloh Nelson woke up to the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. She found herself in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by tall trees and overgrown grass. Disoriented and unsure how she got there, she sat up and looked around. That's when she saw a person lying on the ground a few feet away. Shiloh's heart skipped a beat as she realized she wasn't alone. The person stirred, and Shiloh caught a glimpse of messy brown hair. She cautiously approached the stranger, noticing a faint rise and fall of their chest. As she drew closer, she saw a name tag on their jacket - Y/N Emberlyn. Shiloh felt a small spark of curiosity and reached out to gently shake the person's shoulder. To her surprise, Y/N's hand instinctively grasped hers, and Shiloh felt a sudden jolt of electricity. But what caught her attention was the slow, steady beat of Y/N's pulse. Shiloh didn't notice the delicate features or the soft curve of Y/N's lips; all she saw was the messy brown hair, leading her to assume Y/N was a boy. Little did she know, this chance encounter would change everything.