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Grian x Cleo
Exile explosion/melon party? Something something ecstatic to be reunited, positively giddy to continue the bit for Exile even though it would keep them apart for longer
They can both appreciate their genius, even if they're against each other. Just another stage in their endless war (but at least they can kiss about it first.)
peskyrot au where theyre literal partners in crime. grian comes back to the hideout and hes rambling about the great time he just had robbing a casino and cleo kisses him to shut him up and goes i love you but your face is on the news we need to get the fuck out of town
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Source memory, written by a Cleo Introject
Time period is secret life
Etho and I/Cleo are married, and Grian is both of ours boyfriend.
Dinner Night
Cleo had prepared a dinner for her, her husband Etho, and her boyfriend Grian. She made a simple pasta dish, angel hair and red sauce with no chunks just like Etho liked. She never understood the hate behind chunky sauce, but ever since being with Etho she’s come to get used to it. The dinner was nice and candle lit, with the plates and silverware organized. Grian had helped cook the dinner, preparing the spices Cleo needed to put in the sauce and- keeping her company in the kitchen while she worked, sneaking quick kisses every now and again whenever they could. It was nice to be so domestic with Grian, Cleo thought. She really loved both of her lovers, more than the world could explain it. Even in this crazy death game, she couldn’t bring herself to ever betray the two.
Now, sitting at the dinner table, they ate together. Etho was talking about his crazy day, and how he was enchanting with Grian for most of it. Love wasn’t lost after all. Cleo liked listening to the two men in front of her talk, she was a great listener after all. Her favorite thing to do while they were talking was admire their features, especially Ethos. With his mask on constantly, it was always a challenge for her to see him unmasked. He was a gorgeous man, similar to Grian. She loved both of their soft faces, their eyes, their personalities, everything about them was enough to make her feel all giddy inside.
After dinner, they all cleaned up together, and once the dishes were done and prep was put away, they sat up talking for a little bit longer before heading to bed together. Small domestic moments like these, made Cleo grateful for every second she lived.
A Grian & Cleo stimboard! ❀ requested by no one ┈ with DiverDiva themes! x . x . x / x . 🍊 . x / x . x . x
Grian x Cleo?
Someone: Beware, traveller. There’s a man-eating zombie in the woods, and she’ll harm you good!
Grian: I’m going in.
Someone: So you’ll kill the beast?
Grian, grabbing a box of chocolates and a dozen roses: No
Cleo isn't the only zombie, there's just more than one kind of zombie. Grian is also a zombie, it just so happens that he's born of a fungus, not a virus like Cleo. He doesn't want to have to explain the difference, and he especially doesn't want to explain why he's not connected to the rest of his hivemind. He misses his hivemind, but Cleo teaching him her version of zombie culture, and even the local zombie language, it really helps him feel more at home, even though he's still not ready to tell the hermits. He's elluded to it, but he's a bit of a coward when it comes to outright saying it. Cleo just hopes everyone is normal when he does, it's not that she doesn't trust them, but even she gets asked some weird questions sometimes.
People seem to think they're owed questions about anything they don't understand. She's gotten used to it, practically has scripted answers (both serious and sarcastic), but it doesn't stop it being gross.
Cleo is ready to bat if she has to, though. Even if it's their fellow hermits (especially if it's their fellow hermits) she'll be ready to tell them where to stick it. Coming back from the dead is traumatic enough. Grian doesn't need anything else to deal with, and they better consider themselves privileged if he ever tells them.
Cleo, Grian and Scott are the only people left after the so-called Boogeypocalypse (they seriously couldn’t think of a better name?) It started as another new week, with new tasks to do. Then suddenly, Gem killed Bdubs, and after that every new kill came down with a bloodlust that they hadn’t seen since Limited Life.
And now there’s Grian, Scott, and Cleo, hunkered down in Cleo’s base, trying to not freak out about the situation.
It quickly becomes stressful, as the paranoia sets in. They don’t dare leave the base from the front door, that’s the easiest place to find them, so they try to dig temporary exits if they need to get food or supplies. But eventually, that becomes scary, because the bogeys probably have eyes on every angle of the base, waiting for the moment any of them appear anywhere outside.
This fear of the front door soon turns into a paranoia of all the doors in the base, because what if they somehow snuck in and trapped the inside doors? (Without taking the opportunity to kill them in there? Listen, paranoia doesn’t listen to logic)
So soon, it’s just the three survivors, sitting in Cleo’s bedroom. It stays scary, but at least they have eachother. Scott is good at comforting, Cleo is good at talking things through, and Grian is good at distracting from the situation. It’s their little trio against the world. Let’s just hope the curse wears of when the week is over.
It hurts, to see the people they care about overcome by bloodlust. Cleo has considered just... Getting consumed by it as well. At least then they'd all be together. But Scott hit her on the head and reminded her that they're stubborn. They're not going to just get killed! Not after all this.
They've got each other. They'll get through this. And then when all of this is over, it'll be like it never happens.
Besides the fact most the server will have hard tasks. Which Grian points out. Cleo tells him to shut up.
Bringing back single father Grian and Cleo, but Cleo is a goddess.
Grian is good on giving his harvest offerings to the divine, presenting them crops, meat, woods, whatever. His child is really looking into the arts, wanting to become a poet. He knows he isn't fit to nurture such a brilliant young mind, so he turns to the Goddess of Art and Creativity Cleo for help, offering her cows never worked and the best gold her can.
Cleo is smitten with him immediately. He's quick to pray to her, and offering up just about anything in her name. She blesses his child with help in the form of her own servants, but it isn't enough. She gets a weird kind of cuteness aggression over both of them. The instinctual urge to shake and squeeze them. She won't, obviously, but it's there. She settles for making sure they get amazing sleep and don't have to worry about disease or storms. Maybe, in a few years, she can descend in her pure form and love him. And, if she's lucky, he will love her. She won't make him.
It many years, she'll joke that it was only Grian's child she became mortal for. Such incredible skill and talent and a personality impossible to love. And Grian will laugh, rolling over to kiss her. And asking if it's a sacrifice of breakfast she wants this morning?
