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that-one-malereader-enthusiast · 5 months ago

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𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 · 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

ׂ╰┈➤ ◖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 ◗

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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cw : MDNI - S2 Arcane Act III [spoilers], parallel universe, alternate male reader, alternate Silco, slightly suggestive, top male reader, old man yaoi, mentions of nudity, chem-baron male reader, crime boss male reader, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of suicidal tendencies & thoughts, mentions of injuries, bitter sweet ending, open ended, fluff, angst, proofread. wc : 1.6k

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now playing : What Have They Done To Us (from the series Arcane League of Legends) - Mako, Grey

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prologue · epilogue ←

overview · With Silco dead and gone, it seemed as if all your strength, your will to fight, will to live — it all disappeared with him. It was as if your entire world had fallen apart all at once, that you'd been forsaken or damned by some higher power to simply live a life of constant cruelty. Just as it always has been, just as it always will be — toiling in misery as the place you once called home seemed to be burning before your eyes.

Or maybe, just maybe...it was all nothing but a bad dream.

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You woke with an abrupt gasp, a cold sweat clinging onto your body after waking from a less than pleasant dream. Your breath stuttered as you fisted against the sheets to ground yourself to reality. As your vision slowly adjusted to the darkness, it was only then that you realized you were in bed within your allotted room. As the sheets stirred beside you, a slender hand moved to run itself against your bare, scar riddled body — starting at your stomach and slowly making its way up your chest — before finally settling against where your heart resided.

“You alright?” Silcos' voice cut through the quiet air of the room, now able to hear your sudden laboured breathing. He was just barely awake at the time, but the moment he not only heard, but felt you wake in such a panic, he didn't hesitate to come to your aid. The way your heart seemed to race under his touch only worried him that much more about your current state.

“Yeah, no, I just…I just had a weird dream, that's all. Nothing to worry about, just wasn't too fond of it since, well, it seemed so real. Call me crazy, but everyone we knew was there.” You wiped a hand against your own face, still half awake yourself. One hand went up to overlap the others while another went through your hair, combing it back with your fingers balling up towards the end. After a moment or so and being able to catch your breath, you laid yourself back down, resting against the pillow propped under your head.

Silco huffed out, doing his best to sit up, maneuvering a pillow behind his back as he moved positions. “Is that so?” He knew that you were prone to having vivid dreams every now and then, and when it was something intriguing or something that kept you up, he didn't mind letting you ramble on when recalling said events.

“I was some sort of…crime boss and so were you. But you were much scarier than me,” you started, only to snicker at the thought, practically hearing the other playfully roll his eyes at your active imagination. “Though, I will say it got really depressing rather…rather fast. Lots of people got hurt, people I cared about dearly. You, you were there, and suddenly…you weren't.”

“Darling,” he called out for you, though in the moment of recalling what felt like years worth of memories shoved into one dream, you couldn't help but to continue your rant before the thoughts completely disappeared from the forefront of your mind.

“You and Vander, god,” you sighed out, brows furrowing and eyes glancing about the ceiling, as if you were trying to find the image. “You two were up in arms against each other, and I…and I just sat and watched as everything burned. Like I was helpless to it all. The kids, they — Silco, bad things happened, left and right and it was as if the world was against you, us…me? And Powder, damn it, she was so…lost, so broken, and there…there was nothing I could do to—”

Your head snapped down to your arm as you felt a hand slip into your own, squeezing it reassuringly. Your head then tilted up, looking back to your companion with a slight pout on your lips.

“I'm not going anywhere, you know that. I'll always be beside you, understand?” Silco croaked out.

You gently smiled in turn, twisting to where you were laying on your side before reaching out to cup and caress against their face. “Just as I’ll be here next to you, unmoving. My love, unwavering,” you say onto him. Your thumb gently rubbed against the scarred skin of his face, tender touches under the discolored eye you'd come to adore, all before leaning in and tenderly pressing your lips against his own.

Silco reciprocated immediately, tilting his head as his own free hand came up to the nape of your neck, slowly threading his fingers through your hair before giving it a gentle tug, humming as he felt you groan into his mouth.

Regretfully pulling away, you looked at him through half lidded eyes. Your heart throbbed within the confines of your ribcage as he looked at you with the same look he always gave you, the look that makes you fall harder for him everyday.

The look of absolute love, devotion, and admiration — the type of love you couldn't find anywhere else, the type you thought you never deserved.

But Silco knew you deserved more. You deserved the world and he'd give it to you the moment you asked, no hesitation.

Before long, the sheets were moved and your bodies were entangled. Your lips were quick to spoil and praise his skin, pressing hot, heavy kisses against his neck, slipping down to his collar, nipping away while he called your name in such a sultry tone. You practically melted. Your hands drifted to his sides, playing against his bare skin while his hands dipped and diverged, one against your back — brushing against the many scars you'd earned throughout the years — the other threading through your graying hair.

You were once again breathless, but for all the right reasons. A warmth surged through your body, swirling around your core as Silco egged you on.

Leaning up, you found yourself stealing a kiss, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip before slowly pulling away, his teeth catching your bottom and tugging it shortly after. As you two parted, you couldn't help but to stare. Oh how you adored this man, would break the world for him if he asked or demanded it. What wouldn't you do for the man you loved. “I love you…”

Peering into his heterochromic eyes, he looked back into your own, just as he looked at you across the bar all those years ago. “I love you too darling, more than you'll ever know.” He pressed his lips against your once again.

“And nothing will ever change that.”

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Your eyes shot open and your body lunged forward, gasping for air as if you'd been choking on fumes. You hacked and coughed before slamming yourself back against the brick wall you laid again, groaning as pain surged throughout the entirety of your body and a harsh banging against your temples. You could barely think in the moment, but you were awake enough to notice that you were somewhere shoved in an alley, slumped against one of its many grime covered walls.

Before you could even attempt to move again, there was a searing pain that seemed to occupy the entire left side of your body. Slowly turning your head, you gazed upon the rather harsh and horrific burns that were in your skin. A pained yell let loose from your lungs as you tried to sit up straight, the pain making your vision flash white.

The Lanes had gone to hell, devastation around every corner, and what was left for you?

Despair, destruction, it all came down and brought back nothing but misery. Something you'd been all too accustomed to.

“What a fucked up dream,” you sneered, wincing with every breath you took.” Maybe…Maybe just one good thought of him before it's lights out.” In the corner of your eye there seemed to be an eerie green glow that lit up the darkness of the Lanes. It caused you to weakly turn your head towards the product of such a glaring light. Only then, could you remember where you truly were, what you'd done.

You could do nothing but sit and watch as The Last Drop was engulfed in flames, the fire lapping at every entrance, window, and wall. You could still feel the flames that nipped at your flesh, eating away as you slumped yourself at the bar in those final moments. Everything started to make sense to you, watching Jinx as she lit the place a blaze, watching her shadow, foreign without her long hair.

The memory was too painful for her, and you didn't blame her.

You could never blame her.

You could never hate her. After all, she was your forsakened daughter, whether you acknowledged it or not. The last thing you could have imagined was her harming Silco, but in the end, you knew she couldn't have done such a thing on purpose, not when she missed him so dearly. Just as you did.

You wanted your suffering to end there, as sad as it seemed, you saw it as a means to an end. One last drink before a final goodbye.

The three people you held dearly, all three of them, gone. Only you remained, to suffer in their silence.

You couldn't remember if you dragged yourself out, or if someone else did, but as you closed your eyes, you could hear his voice encircling your mind.

“You aren't just a mutt fighting for scraps anymore. You're a hound willing to fight for what's yours. You aren't pathetic enough to put yourself down, nor has anyone had the strength or audacity to kill you. So do what you do best…and fight.”

It was as if he was right in front of you.

“Keep fighting, or I swear I'll take everything you care about and watch it burn. Keep fighting. For me…”

As the blaze that once was the Last Drop continued the burn, you couldn't help but to think rather fondly of the dream you had. “Maybe in another life, yeah?” You muttered to yourself. Staring off into the flames, you could feel the darkness seeping in, ready to take you down into the depths of unconsciousness once again.

“Maybe…what could have been.”

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a/n : thank you for suffering with me, arcane gripped my heart and I'M STILL HURTING— anywho, don't forget to like, comment, or repost! Arcane requests are open! <3

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superspecial-awesome · 7 months ago

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Yugioh DM english localized names list I have no idea who this is gonna be useful for but it's out there now

Feel free to tell me if I missed something or got something wrong.

Jonouchi Katsuya: Joey Wheeler

Anzu Mazaki: Téa Gardner

Hiroto Honda: Tristan Taylor

Other Yugi: Yami

Ryuji Otogi: Duke Devlin

Mai Kujaku: Mai Valentine

Shizuka Kawai: Serenity Wheeler

Pegasus J. Crawford: Maximillion Pegasus

Insector Haga: Weevil Underwood

Dinosaur Ryuzaki: Rex Raptor

Ryota Kajiki: Mako Tsunami

Esper Roba: Espa Roba

Ghost Kotsuzuka: Bonz

Sugoroku Mutou: Solomon Muto

Rishid Ishtar: Odion Ishtar (I'm like 90% sure "Rishid" is also a failed localization of the Japanese spelling of "Rashid" but I'm mostly chosing not to be annoying about the Ishtars' names here)

Rebecca Hopkins: Rebecca Hawkins (Arthur Hopkins got the same last name change)

Miho Nosaka: Melody

Tomoya Hanasaki: Lint Greendale

Isono: Roland

Amelda: Alister

Cyndia Pegasus: Cecelia Pegasus

Princess Mary: Princess Adena

Pandora: Arkana

Doll/Pantomimer: Strings/The Quiet One

Mask of Light: Lumis

Mask of Darkness: Umbra

Mei: Para

Kyū: Dox

Player Killer of Darkness: PaniK

Imitator of Death: Mimic of Doom

Mr. Crocketts: Croquet

Saruwatari: Kemo

Soichiro Ota: Nezbitt

Chikuzen Ouka: Johnson

Konosike Oshita: Gansley

Kogoro Daimon: Leichter

Shuzo Otaki: Adrian Randolph Crump III

Takaido: Sid

Satake: Zygor

Juan: Aaron

Tom: Sam

Miruko: Mikey/Micheal

Barry Ginger: Balfry Ginger

Theodore Iwalaos: Totani Ialos

Essel Jansen: Shane Jordan

Mr. Morita: Coah Morty

Tetsu Ushio: Tetsu Trudge

Blankey: Lucky

Sunny: Skye

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bardic-tales · 16 days ago

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The Pen and the Sword - A FF VII: Crisis Core Fan

Summary: Genesis reflects on the power of words versus weapons while confronting his feelings for Angeal, only to find that love may be the mightiest force of all.

Pairing: Angeal Hewley / Genesis Rhapsodos

Other Characters: Sephiroth (mentioned), Shinra (Mentioned)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, introspective melancholy, longing, mild romantic angst, philosophical themes of identity and purpose, unspoken trauma related to war and SOLDIER conditioning. Canon Divergent.

They say the pen is mightier than the sword.

Genesis Rhapsodos had never doubted it. He believed it with the same conviction that he believed in Loveless: in prophecy, in poetry, and, most importantly, in passion unspoken and fire untamed. Steel could cleave a body, but words? Words could slit the soul.

And yet.

There was Angeal, standing beneath the dusk-soaked canopy of Banora's cliffside grove, the Buster Sword strapped like a slab of stone across his back. His dirt-stained boots sunk deep into the soil of their youth. Angeal was a statue carved from honor itself. His eyes mako-colored. Beautiful in a way Genesis couldn’t write without his hands shaking or his breath catching. Beautiful in a way no verse could frame. To Genesis, Angeal was his Adonis.

The sun cut red and gold across Angeal's face, and Genesis could feel the poetry stirring, restless, clawing behind his ribs. He pressed a gloved hand to the worn leather of his Loveless copy. The book was always within reach. Always near his heart. Always, somehow, second to him. To Angeal.

"You're staring," Angeal said without looking up from the orchard.

Genesis smiled slowly, leaning against the apple tree Angeal once stolen fruit from as boys. His coat flared with the breeze: red like blood.

"I was thinking," he said. "About how some people pit pen and sword against each other, as if one must be better. Mightier."

Angeal turned then: framed in the setting sun. His brow raised as he exuded that quiet patience he wore like armor. He was Genesis's strength, but Genesis was too fearful to admit it.

“And let me guess,” Angeal said. “You side with the pen.”

Genesis held up his copy of Loveless like a holy relic, a rare and precious materia. “It shaped my soul. It turned pain into purpose. It makes mortals into gods.”

"And yet the sword has saved your life more times than the pen ever has."

Genesis smirked. “You wound me. You forget that I’ve fought with words as often as with steel. One poisons the body, the other heals the mind.”

"And which do you think I wield?"

That gave Genesis pause.

Angeal wasn’t a man of many words, but the few he gave were deliberate. Sometimes cruelly honest. Sometimes his words were kind in ways Genesis could never find in himself. Angeal reminded Genesis of everything he couldn't be. Angeal's silences said more than most men’s speeches. And that blade of his, ungodly large and always there like a third presence between them, seemed less a weapon and more a vow. A burden. A symbol. An emblem of his dreams and honor.

“You wield both,” Genesis said at last, voice soft as the twilight wind. “You wield silence like a sword, and discipline like scripture. You are neither ink nor steel. You are the pause between. The breath between words.”

Angeal gave a faint laugh. He tilted his head. “You make everything sound like it belongs in a verse.”

“Perhaps it does.”

They stood like that for a while, framed by green-leafed trees. The Banora sky was always dramatic. Just like Genesis. Fiery. As if the heavens themselves were mid-tragedy and caught in some Act III heartbreak.

He remembered when they were children, chasing apples and dreams, before Shinra came and split them apart. Genesis had always longed for more. For the stage. The audience. Glory. To be the hero. Angeal had wanted something smaller. Something real. A legacy not of words or war, but of meaning. Of honor.

And now here they were: SOLDIER First Class. Heroes. Weapons. Both of them. One about books. The other steel.

"Tell me," Genesis asked, stepping closer. His voice was low and unmistakably intimate. “If Loveless and the Buster Sword were burning, and you could only save one, which would you choose?”

Angeal arched an eyebrow. “What kind of question is that?”

“A serious one.”

"...Are you in the fire too?”

Genesis blinked, startled. “What?”

“If the book and the sword are burning,” Angeal repeated calmly, “but you’re also in the flames, what do you think I’d save first?”

He stepped closer, and Genesis could feel the gravity in him. His unbearable calm. The mooring in a storm That awful, devastating love that Angeal never put into words but held in every look and every sigh. It was heavier than the sword. More damning than anything in Loveless.

“I wouldn’t let you burn,” Angeal said simply. “Everything else can be replaced.”

It hit Genesis in the chest, sharp as the Buster Sword.

He laughed, but the sound cracked in his throat. “Spoken like a hero.”

“No,” Angeal said. His voice was raw with a quiet ache. An unnamed feeling that neither man had the courage to give name to until now. “Spoken like a man in love.”

The world held its breath.

Genesis didn’t move for a long time. He felt the memory of steel singing in his hand. But all of it, every line of verse and every battle fought, faded in the shadow of those words.

It had always been this way. Genesis wrote tragedy because it was the only shape he understood. Because it mirrored the mirror. But Angeal? Angeal lived it. Breathed it. Loved despite it. Loved him.

“What a fool,” Genesis murmured.

“Maybe, but I’d rather be a fool with you than a hero without.”

And that was the line Genesis had waited his whole life to hear. He had been waiting since they were boys.

The book slipped from his hand and hit the grass without ceremony. He stepped forward. His fingers trailed along the edge of Angeal’s jaw, uncertain, as if daring to believe it was allowed.

“I don’t know how to love gently,” Genesis whispered.

“I never asked you to.”

Their kiss was not fireworks and fanfare. It was not the climax of an epic poem. It was soft and slow but it was honest. Like dusk. Like home. The kind of thing Genesis had never read or written before because he didn’t know how. Because some things weren’t meant for paper.

When they pulled apart, Angeal leaned his forehead to Genesis’s. He exhaled like he’d just put down a burden that weighed a lifetime.

“I think the pen and the sword serve best when they stand side by side,” Genesis said quietly. He rested his hand over Angeal’s heart.

“Then let us be both,” he said. "Together."

And for the first time in a long time, Genesis didn’t feel like a man reaching for unreachable glory. He didn't feel like he was living in Sephiroth's shadow. He felt like someone who had finally been chosen. And that, perhaps, was the mightiest thing of all. Love was mightier than either the pen or sword.

#ship: gengeal #gengeal #banorashipping #gengealweek #gengealweek2025 #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 fanfiction #gengeal week: day 5 #crisis core

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bitchywitchheart · 3 months ago

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ygo characters I think aren't cis !

These r gonna b in alphabetical order bc I'm getting names off the wiki to make sure I don't miss anyone o7

Also! Please don't attack me for these I am just diseased (I enjoy a lot of characters enough to bestow them with various levels of lgbtq+ headcanons) (also i think all of them are inherently Not Cis but these are the Least Cis /silly)

Yu-Gi-Oh Season 0/Duel Monsters:

Aigami/Diva - Nonbinary. They/them

Ryou Bakura - ALSO nonbinary. They/he

Bandit King Bakura/Yami Bakura - He's just here because Ryou is. Idk what's going on with him.

Dartz - Nonbinary. He/him but in the way you'd refer to an unknown animal

Insector Haga/Weevil Underwood - Transmasc. He/him. He and Rex are t4t

Marik Ishtar - Unlabelled. He/him, but willing to experiment tbh

Yami Marik - ALSO unlabelled. It/he.

Mokuba Kaiba - Transfem. She/her.

Ryota Kajiki/Mako Tsunami - Transmasc. He/him.

Ghost Kozuka/Bonz - Nonbinary. They/them

Mai Kujaku - Transfem. She/her

Ryuji Otogi/Duke Devlin - Genderfluid. Any

Esper Roba - Nonbinary. He/they

Dinosaur Ryuzaki/Rex Raptor - Transmasc. He/him. He and Weevil are t4t

Yu-Gi-Oh GX:

Johan Andersen/Jesse Anderson - Transmasc. He/him

Daitokuji/Lyman Banner - Cis but a little to the left (he'd align with cat xenogenders if those existed back then). He/cat neos

Tsugio Kanda/Bob Banter - Demiboy. They/he

Mokeo Motegi/Belowski - He doesn't care. He/they but again he doesn't care

Martin Kanou/Marcel Bonaparte - Transfem. She/they

Cronos de Medici/Vellian Crowler - Transmasc. He/him

Yusuke Fujiwara - Nonbinary (Agender, even). They/them

Amon Garam/Adrian Gecko - Transfem. She/her. (HRT wouldn't have fixed anything but she and Echo deserved to be beautiful butches together)

Daichi Misawa/Bastion MIsawa - Transfem. She/her

Edo Phoenix/Aster Phoenix - Demiboy. He/they

Jun Manjoume - Demiboy. He/it (NOT including Chazz because Chazz is too different to me.)

Asuka Tenjoin/Alexis Rhodes - Transmasc. He/him (ALSO important to note I think he's aroace)

Fubuki Tenjoin/Atticus Rhodes - Transfem. She/her

Takuma Saio/Sartorius - Genderfluid. Pronouns are determined by the draw of a tarot card (assume they/them)

Sho Marufuji/Syrus Truesdale - Transmasc. He/him

"Kaiser" Ryo Marufuji/Zane Truesdale - Probably nonbinary but he doesn't have time to worry about that rn

Yubel - Genderless. It/she/they/he

Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds (SO FAR):

Yusei Fudo - Transmasc. He/him

Crow Hogan - Transmasc, but his gender is the bit (he can and will "God forbid women do anything" you). He/him

Jack Atlas - CLAIMS to be cis but lord knows no theater kid is 100% cis. He/him

Rally Dawson - Bigender. He/she

Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal:

Astral - Doesn't really understand gender. He/they

Cathy - Gender nonconforming transmasc. He/cat neos

Droite/Dextra - Transfem. She/her. She and Gauche are t4t bi4bi

Takashi Todoroki/Caswell Francis - Nonbinary. They/them

Gauche - Transmasc. He/him. He and Droite are t4t bi4bi

IV (Thomas Arclight)/Quattro - Unlabelled. It/he

Ryoga "Shark" Kamishiro/Reginald Kastle - Transmasc. He/him

Number 96 - Genderless. Mirror Pronouns

Dog-chan/Pip - Unlabelled. They/she/pup

Don Thousand - Transmasc. He/him

III (Michael Arclight)/Trey - Unlabelled. He/fae

Yuma Tsukumo - Unlabelled. He/neos

Tokunosuke Omoteura/Flip Turner - His gender is the bit. Whatever helps him scam, really.

Vector - Genderless. It/its. (He/they as Rei Shingetsu)

#mutt's barks #yugioh headcanons #ygo headcanons #yugioh #yugioh gx #yugioh 5ds #yugioh zexal #mutt's hcs #<- adding this incase i need it ever

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buggysangel17 · 2 years ago

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Three Peas In A Pod III

Summary: She gives Buggy a semblance of an explanation. Characters: Shanks x Buggy x F!Reading (she/her). OC Twins. (Rosa & Azul) Word Count: 1,590 Chapter Warnings: Profanities. Slight Make Out Session. Mentions of Body Parts being cut off (Don't worry it's just Buggy). Mentions of mishandling of said body parts cut of (the twins are little shits for this lol).

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Chapter III: Betting On Losing Dogs

“We’re coming with you, Ma!”

“You two need to stay here, I need to deal with your father.” You had tried your best to reassure your twins, their swords still cautiously pointed at Buggy and the rest of his crew. “I need the both of you here with the crew where you two are safer.”

“You think I can’t keep my children safe?” Buggy questioned.

“Just a few minutes ago you were threatening them, so excuse me if I don’t feel safe having them anywhere near you or your crew of fucking freaks.” You glared right back on his crew that gave your leering looks.

“How would we know that he’s not going to hurt you in any way?” Azul questioned, one hand on his sword, the other on his pocket, you were all too certain that he was holding onto one of his smoke bomb, ready to use it with just a single signal from you.

“Fair trade would be good.” You shrugged in one fluid movement punched Buggy in the stomach, before pulling a dagger from your boots and slicing off both his ear and his dominant hand, much to the screams that escaped your children’s lips.

“You really have to traumatize my kids?” Buggy groaned.

Without hesitation, you had handed the ear and hand to your twins, both throwing the decapitated parts amongst themselves in utter fear and disgust for the entirety of it.

“Oh so now they’re your kids.” You snapped, slapping the two on the back of their heads to finally calm them down. “Don’t worry, when I get back, your father will re-attach those parts back to his stupid body.”

“You really never changed, Yellow.” He groaned.

With your second and third-in-command, Mako and Mori you had instructed them both to continue on with the journey as planned, but being as vague as possible in hopes not to arouse any more suspicion with the clown. Kissing your twin that were now surprisingly playing with the decapitated appendages, you hopped onto the Clown’s ship alongside him and waited for your own ship to set sail all over again. Glimpses of your twins’ worry was reassured with a smile from you.

“Wanna explain why you freely gave yourself up to me again?” Buggy questioned as soon as you have no longer seen sight of the ship.

“I didn’t give up anything.” You shrugged turning to face him, ignoring the other eyes still glued to you. “But I thought now would be a good time as any to give you answers.” You shrugged, trying your best to act unaffected by his earlier statement of not forgiving you for keeping his children away from him.

“Ya think?” He snorts walking towards what you believed was his private area, beckoning you to follow him.

You did without much of an ounce of hesitation, the crew of misfits dividing like the red sea as the both of you walked further into the ship. Your eyes peered around them, memorizing each faces and making sure you could see who would be the most likely to strike first if you do anything funny in the confinements of the ship.

But as soon as you had locked the doors, there wasn’t much of an explanation to be made as you were shoved onto the wall and all the air leaving your chest as you were consumed by the kiss of one of the two men that you would allow to see you at your most weakest.

“I fucking hate you for what you and Shanks did to me, but I still fucking miss you more than I should.” He spat, pulling you with his only hand closer to him, and you find yourself reciprocating his kiss with the same gusto.

But as you found yourself slowly loosing your resolve, Buggy finds himself yelping and holding to his head in pain.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned, dazed from the kiss.

“They’re screaming in my ear.” He complained.

You find yourself smiling at the fact. That was your babies and you thought them both well. Give anyone and everyone hell, even their own father too.

“Good on them.” You snort watching the man deep in thought. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking looking for some sort of paper or pen in your stinkin’ ship. That’s the only way I could keep their pipes closed for a while.”

You nodded, turning your attention away from him and towards his bedroom instead. The room is a chaotic blend of mismatched furniture, colorful fabrics, and assorted trinkets, much like the man himself. As you look around, memories of your time together as part of Roger’s crew come flooding back like a tidal wave.

Your gaze falls on a weathered pirate flag hanging on one wall, faded but still proudly displaying the Jolly Roger. It’s the same flag you raised countless times as you sailed the Grand line with Buggy, Shanks, and the crew. You remember the exhilaration of those adventures, the battles, and the endless laughter shared.

On a rickety wooden shelf, you spot a collection of small figurines, each representing a different island you visited together. These miniature landmarks trigger vivid recollections of your travels, from the frozen tundras of Drum Island to the fiery depths of Alabasta. It's a testament to the countless escapades you've shared.

Beside the figurines, a framed photograph captures a moment from your past. In the picture, you, Shanks and Buggy are much younger, your faces lit up with unbridled joy. It was taken during a rare moment of calm when you were ashore in a peaceful village. You remember how his hand had found yours as you walked along the beach, fingers entwined, and a promise of a future you both yearned for together as an unofficial official throuple—as you playfully called yourselves back then.

The corner of the room is dominated by a massive treasure chest, its lid slightly ajar. The chest is filled with an eclectic mix of items: gold coins, gemstones, and various trinkets you've gathered over the years. These treasures are the fruits of your labor and adventures, each representing a shared victory, a hard-fought battle, or a daring heist. You can't help but smile at the thought of the crazy schemes you and Buggy hatched to acquire them and Shanks trying his best to make sure neither of you got into trouble because of it.

Amidst the plundered riches, you spot a small, ornate jewelry box. You remember the day Buggy gave it to you, a token of his affection during a brief moment of vulnerability. Inside, a delicate necklace with a single, heart-shaped pendant lies nestled. It's a symbol of the love you both kept hidden from the world, the love that only grew stronger as you faced the dangers of the Grand Line together.

As you take in the room filled with mementos, you realize that even though you and Buggy have gone your separate ways, the memories of your shared adventures and the love you once shared will forever be a part of you. It's a bittersweet feeling, knowing that the past is gone, but the trinkets and tokens in this room are a testament to the enduring bond you will always share, no matter where your pirate journeys take you. Flooded by the what ifs of you living in the sea with the twins so early on, how would your lives would have been vastly different from what it was now.

“Why did you keep this?” You asked him the moment he was no longer busy with using his decapitated hand aboard your own ship.

“Only piece of you I had.” It was the only explanation he could give, plopping down on the unmade bed of his. “I just love to hurt myself, you know. With the past, and everything it meant to me—only to find out you were capable of hurting me more than you or Shanks could ever do already.”

“I had to do if for the twins.” It was your only explanation. “What life could I give to them if we’re constantly running from the Marines? I needed to give them the stability that I know you and Shanks couldn’t really have back then.”

“You could have told me!” He spat standing up and rushing towards you. His anger raising tenfolds now as he looked down at you. “At least I should have been given the decency to know that I was a father.” He spoke, softer now as he turned his back to you. “I’m sure Shanks took the role of a father well without me to mess things up.”

“Shanks doesn’t know.” You admit. “Neither of you did.”

“So what’s your plan now? Now that you’ve just eaten your words and now throwing the twins right into the belly of this madness?”

“Give them what they always wanted.” You shrugged. “They want the One Piece, so I’ll give them the One Piece, with or without you or Shanks to help us get it.”

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- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra/ The Last Airbender:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X , XI

Avatar Korra:

Butterfly Effect

Lin Beifong

Katara

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Azula:

▫️Unexpected Shelter

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase:

🔲- Strategic Minds and Wild Hearts

🔲- Trials Of A Demigod

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger:

▫️A Page-Turner Meeting

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Daphne Greengrass

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

▪️- Tme Wrap: Bizarrely Adventures!

▪️- Beneath the Starlit Tower

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter:

▪️ A Nigth Out

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter:

▪️A Nigth to Remember

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet:

🔲- A Taste of Love

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

🔲 - Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

▫️She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Braus

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▪️Breaking the Chains

Laura Kinney:

▪️Into the Wild

▪️Into the Void

▪️Tréfre à Quatre Feuilles

Jean Grey:

◾️ Unspoken Truth

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▫️ A Trick of the Light

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️Tréfle à Quatre Feuilles

Gwen Stacy:

▪️ Tangled in the Web

🔲- Through the Webs of the Night

Felicia Hardy

Mary-Jane Watson:

🔲- The Jackpot

Ororo Monroe

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️The Super’s Bats

🔲- Silent Glances and Secret Smiles

🔲- Shadows of the Past — Birds of a Feather pt.2 — Weight of Memories pt.3 — Weight of the Past pt.4

▪️Shadows of Grief

🔲- A New Begining

▫️ Quiet Echoes of Love

▫️ Cracks in the Shell

◾️ Trèfle à Quatre Feuilles

◾️ Long Nights and Stolen Moments

Helena Bertinelli:

▫️Under the Spotlight

Barbara Gordon:

▫️- Cards on the Table - Wild Card pt.2

🔲- Late Nights and Love Notes

Dick Grayson:

🔲- Breaking the Ice

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El:

▫️The Flight of the Owl

Wonder Woman:

▪️The Wonder and the Guardian of Themyscira

▫️Unseen Bonds

Cassandra Sandsmark:

▪️ Mystic and Wonder

Selina Kyle

Zatanna Zatara

Talia al Ghul:

▫️Duty and Devotion

▫️ A Not-So-Quiet Visit

◾️ A Dangerous Game

Lady Shiva

Starfire:

▫️Tangled Paths

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes:

▪️ Late Night Talking

Katherine Pierce:

🔲- Blood Ties

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson:

🔲- Bound by Blood

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

K-pop/K-drama girls (to add more):

Aespa:

Yu Jimin:

▪️ Where it Begins

Aeri Uchinaga:

🔲- Fractured Lines

Kim Minjeong:

▫️Sweet Beginnings

Ning Yizhou:

▫️Heat of the Moment

🔲- Crossing Lines

Red Velvet:

Bae Joohyun:

▫️ Nobody Knows

Park Sooyoung:

🔲- The Way You Make Me Feel

Ive:

Ahn Yujin:

🔲- Bound by The Distance Between Us

Jang Wonyoung:

▫️Love Game

Twice:

Sana Minatozaki:

🔲- Operation: Sweet Serenade

🔲- A Love Worth Celebrating

Park Jihyo:

🔲- A Winter Surprise

🔲- Unexpectedly Yours

Mina Myoui:

▫️Soundtrack of the Heart

Im Nayeon:

▫️A Surprise Worth Waiting For

Katseye:

Yoonchae Jeong:

🔲- A Glance Across the Field

Sophia Laforteza:

▫️Twinkling Lights and Crimson Blushes

🔲- Almost Too Subtle

▪️ Boardwalks and Confessions

Daniela Avanzini:

🔲- More Than Pretend

Manon Bannerman:

🔲- Sun, Surf and Heatwaves

Le Sserafim:

Nakamura Kazuha:

🔲- A Different Kind of Warm

Girls Generation

All of us are dead:

Choi Namra:

🔲- A Spark in the Chaos

Doona

Squid Game

Manhwa/comics ( to add more):

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

Samantha Wilkins/ Atom Eve

Mark Grayson /Invincible

Video game girls ( to add more):

Laura Croft:

🔲- Between Adventures — Beneath the Surface pt.2

▪️ Treasures of the Heart

▪️ A Game of Hearts and Ruins

Jill Valentine:

▪️Through Fire and Ruin Against the Clock pt.2

Haley Carter (Stadew Valley):

🔲- Daylight

Sadie Adler (Red Dead Redemption):

🔲- Kindred Flames

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn)

Kitanna (Mortal Kombat)

Sonya Blade (Mortal Kombat)

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong:

🔲- Cat and Mouse Games

TV Shows/ Series (to add more):

Miraculous Ladybug:

Marinette Dupain- Cheng/ Ladybug

Kagami

Chlöe Bourgeois

Arcane/League of Legends:

Caitlyn Kiramman:

▫️The Edge of Loyalty

🔲- After Taste

Mel Merdada:

▪️ Alchemy of Minds

Luxanna (Lux)

KD/A

Got/HotD:

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

◾️ A Union of Ice and Fire

Daenerys Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Teen Wolf:

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

Allison Argent

Bridgerton:

Daphne Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Scooby-Doo: Mysteries S.A:

Daphne Blake

XO, Kitty:

Yuri Han

Kitty

Power Rangers:

Rpm:

▪️Reunion Amid the Chaos

Megaforce/Supermegaforce:

▪️Good’ol Journey

Lego Ninjago:

Nya Smith

Yellowjackets:

Charlotte “Lottie” Matthews:

▫️Where the Quiet Lives

▫️ Fireflies and Wild Blooms

Jacqueline “Jackie” Taylor

Natalie Scatorccio:

🔲- Where the Smoke Rises

Shauna Shipman

Naruto ( to add more):

Hinata Hyuga:

▫️Blossoms Between Clouds

Sakura Haruno:

▫️A New Tide

Tsunade Senju:

▫️Quiet Storm

Kushina Uzumaki:

▫️Unbreakble Ties

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Love in a hopeless Place 17

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: T for Teen, strong language, canon typical depiction of smoking and drinking Wordcount: 1.6k Author's note: Ah, hot-tempered Silco finally bubbles to the surface. Is this the beginning of the end? Who am I kidding, we all know the story. Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: Mako, Grey - What have they done to us

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Act II

Chapter III

Part 4/9

I don't remember much about the days after the incident. Silco and I mostly laid on our bed, stared out the window into the gray. We didn't even talk or touch. We just coexisted, pleasantly aware of the other's presence. He had to recover from some contusions, and I - I had to recover from the burning guilt in my chest. We took turns remembering the other to eat or drink. We couldn't talk about what had happened.

I felt like I had failed the only task that was given to me, but I knew Silco also felt like a failure.

He had planned the attack, and he had been in the wrongs.

The enforcers weren't as weak as he supposed.

The blood of those that had died, was on his hands.

I knew from the way he sometimes stared down at his open palms, eyes wide open, barely breathing. I didn't know what to tell him, to rid him of his guilt.

And he probably didn't know either. Yet somehow it was him who got on his feet first again. "I'll go to "The Last Drop"," he remarked one day while I was just making a small dinner. "I'm not hungry. Eat. Take a bath and then join us later, will you?"

I was afraid to face Vander again, so I gulped heavily. But I promised to come. I wish he could have joined me for the bath, as we had done earlier - when things hadn't been this complicated. But I didn't ask him to stay. I just prepared myself for going out of the house for the first time in over a week. The wound on my forehead was almost healed, and I wondered if it would leave a scar.

A visible reminder of how this night had changed me.

I sank deeper into Silco's jacket, as shivers ran over my body as I reached the entrance of "The Last Drop". My hand rested on the doorknob for some long breaths until the door was opened from the inside.

The patron that came outside murmured an excuse, and I took a last deep breath as I entered the bar.

The mood was gloomy, of course. No music came from the jukebox, only a few places were filled, regulars mostly. Some of them still visibly carried their wounds.

I looked at the bar, but Silco's usual place was empty.

But Vander caught my glance. He greeted me with a huff. "If you're looking for your boyfriend, he's out smoking for 20 minutes."

"He asked me to join him here, later," I explained my showing up. I took the stool next to Silco's.

He left his notebook on the bar.

"What can I get you?"

I avoided Vander's eyes.

He hadn't shaved in days.

"Whatever you want."

He got the clue and took two glasses to pour us one.

I only looked at him, as we clicked glasses.

"What does the head?"

I involuntarily touched the scab on my forehead. "Oh, that's nothing." But I didn't want to start from what was inside my head. I cleared my throat. "How- where are the girls?"

Vander gave me half a smile. "They're with me. I took them in. Felt like the only right thing to do."

"You?", I asked, and regretted how high-pitched my voice was.

"They have no one left."

I excused weakly. Of course. Felicia was Vander's "sister", of course he took them in.

"They should be asleep downstairs." The room where a week and a half before dozens of wounded revolutionaries were patched up. "I'm looking after them every 30 minutes. Powder is snoring peacefully, but I know that Vi just pretends to be asleep."

I nodded softly. "If you need someone-"

"I think you did enough, thank you," he cut me off, and we finished our drinks simultaneously.

The burning sensation of heavy alcohol dug into my insides. "What is he doing outside so long?", I finally asked.

Vander breathed heavily. "Probably cooling down."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"We've had quite the argument. He just... He still thinks we could win against the Pilties."

"You don't think so?", I asked as he poured us another one.

"I think, we have to think about other ways to live with them. I am sick of violence. Maybe you can talk some sense into him." He drowned his drink in one drag. "You excuse me, I gotta check on the girls."

I nodded and also slid down the stool. With the glass in my hand, I went out through the backdoor and instantly found Silco leaning on the wall next to the exit. He was furiously dragging at the end of his cigarette.

"Hey kid," he growled. "Will you wait for me inside? I'm currently not in the mood."

I leaned against the wall on the other side of the door. "Vander sent me to you."

"Course he did." He clicked his tongue, and I saw him light another smoke on the one before, before stepping it out furiously.

I drank slowly.

Silco's hair had mostly fallen out of his low ponytail. He looked so tired, bags under the eyes, wrinkles around the forehead that I hadn't noticed before. His hands were shaking as he took the cigarette out from between his lips. "What ya staring?", he grunted.

"Can't a girl look at her pretty boyfriend?" I flinched when he unexpectedly pushed away from the wall and took one big step in front of me.

Putting his smoke between his lips again, he caged me between the wall and his arms. "I told you, I'm not in the mood. Just wait inside for me," he pressed, and his eyes restlessly wandered my face.

I wasn't afraid of him. Not anymore. I sipped my drink, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and kissed him lightly. "You're not mad at me." Taking another sip, I shoved my glass into his chest. "Maybe that'll help you cool down. I'll be at my place." I don't know why I did it - maybe to piss him off, but I also took a drag from his smoke before putting it back between his pis. I had tried smoking before but didn't like it. I still didn't, but the confused look on his face was worth it. I exhaled deeply and dug under his arm to get back inside, but he grabbed my lower arm.

His eyes ran over my face, searching for only he knows what, then he kissed me desperately. "I'll be back in a minute," he promised, and I went back inside. Indeed, he joined me shortly after, but the tensions between him and Vander were clearly noticeable.

We tried to keep the conversations away from anything too heavy, but I saw how Silco glowered at Vander when the latter didn't look.

Touching his hand, I tried to keep him calm.

But he went out smoking a lot that night.

"I think we should head home now," I remarked, as I got a feeling the alcohol started to speak out of them.

"You can go if you want to, but I gotta make something clear to my dear "brother" here."

I've never heard Silco spit the word out that sarcastically. They were usually pretty serious about this whole family thing.

"Silco, you're drunk. Nothing good ever comes from such a discussion," Vander tutored, calmly drying up glasses.

"Oh, I'm not drunk, I'm still very clear. I think you've lost your sense, though. Giving up fighting? What the fuck are you talking about? You're one of our strongest."

"Silco, I won't discuss this with you again. I told you, after some cool-down phase, we should try to find peace otherwise. We owe that to those who we have lost. We owe it to her."

In an instant, Silco was on his feet, and his stool fell to the floor, crashing. His hand came over the bar, throwing off our glasses, as well as his notebook and pen.

The few remaining guests got off their places, ready for a fight.

But Vander calmed them with a wave of his hand. "Out of my bar, Silco."

My breath hitched as I got off my stool too. "Come, Sil," I tried to calm him by placing my hands on his chest and back.

He glowered at me, but stayed silent. He got out of my embrace, picked up his notebook, and stormed out.

Giving Vander an excusing look, I ran after him. "Silco!", I screamed after him, trying to catch up with him.

He already had another smoke between his lips.

"Was that really necessary?"

"Are you a pacifist now too?", he snapped at me.

"I-I think Vander's got a point."

"Course you do. Vander's always right. He's so used to being right, that he forgot to be actually on the right side."

"Let me finish," I scolded. I panted, trying to keep up with his long, vigorous steps. "You got a point, too. The truth probably lies somewhere in between. Sometimes you need to use violence, so that the other party is willing to listen to you. But our goal can't be - must not be - the extinguishing of all Pilties, right?"

He looked at me with frosty eyes, and I wasn't sure if he agreed to that point, anymore. His steps got a little slower after all. "They'll just hear us when we're in a strong position," he stated. "So we have to get stronger. A lot stronger."

#arcane fanfiction #arcane #x reader fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #x f!reader #silco x reader #silco x oc #silco fanfic #silco arcane #vander arcane

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diversewatches · 2 years ago

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#Divers Watch #Orient Divers Watches #Orient Mako III RA-AA0010B19B #Orient Mako III Watch

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watchgalaxy · 2 years ago

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The Orient Mako III Automatic Black Dial RA-AA0010B19B is a highly regarded men's watch that combines style, durability, and reliable automatic movement. Its sleek design features a round stainless steel case and a black dial with luminous hour markers and hands for enhanced visibility. The watch also includes a day-date window at 3 o'clock for added functionality. With a unidirectional rotating bezel and a 200-meter water resistance rating, it is suitable for water activities. Overall, the Orient Mako III is a versatile and attractive timepiece that is well-regarded by watch enthusiasts.

#Orient Mako III #men's watch

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oh-so-heavenly · 1 month ago

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As y'all know I've been obsessed with The Last Of Us lately so I made a playlist for the story I've been working on called I've Been Waiting For Dawn, But The Light Is All Gone and you can definitely check it out on Spotify.

It's meant to be all apocalypse vibes so I hope you like it.

It's meant to be listened to in order, so in case you want to check it out on another platform, here is a list of the songs included in it:

i. in the woods somewhere, hozier

ii. iron, woodkid

iii. hymn to virgil, hozier

iv. where to begin, adam watts

v. the guardian (ellie's song), shawn james

vi. blood upon the snow, hozier & bear mccreary

vii. what have they done to us, mako & grey

viii. wolves without teeth, of monsters and men

ix. hello my old heart, the oh hellos

x. something in the orange, zach bryan

xi. al alba, luis eduardo aute

xii. the fold, wickerbird

xiii. killer + the sound, phoebe bridgers, abby gundersen & noah gundersen

xiv. triassic love song, paris paloma

xv. through the eyes of a child, aurora

xvi. look for the light, meryl streep & ashley park

xvii. i know the end, phoebe bridgers

#the last of us #tlou #tlou joel #joel miller #joel miller x oc #the last of us fic #ellie williams #ellie tlou #playlist #tlou playlist

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hanasnx · 1 year ago

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⿻ CHARACTER LIST — !

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"We want more than the wars of our fathers." — Switchfoot. (2003). Meant to Live.

TIP: bold is current favorites in which i respond to the quickest.

── characters ┆ EVERY CHARACTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN ON THIS BLOG (DOES NOT INCLUDE GIFTS).

dc comics ¡! ❞

✩ bruce wayne ✩ dick grayson ✩ terry mcginnis ✩ jason todd ✩ clark kent ✩ talon ✩ dr. manhattan ✩ oliver queen ✩ wally west ✩ j’onn j’onzz ✩ nanaue ✩ tim drake ✩ conner kent ✩ joker ✩ barry allen ✩ adrian chase ✩ lobo

marvel ¡! ❞

✩ peter parker ✩ venom ✩ hobie brown ✩ miguel o'hara ✩ tony stark ✩ logan howlett ✩ wade wilson ✩ harry osborn ✩ peter quill ✩ rocket raccoon ✩ the great protector

the boys ¡! ❞

✩ black noir ✩ soldier boy ✩ the homelander ✩ jordan li ✩ luke riordan

invincible ¡! ❞

✩ mark grayson ✩ nolan grayson ✩ rex splode

star wars ¡! ❞

✩ anakin skywalker ✩ darth vader ✩ han solo ✩ nd-5 ✩ plo koon ✩ din djarin ✩ general grievous ✩ cad bane ✩ boba fett

wizarding world ¡! ❞

✩ fred weasley ✩ remus lupin ✩ sirius black ✩ cormac mclaggen ✩ ron weasley ✩ george weasley ✩ harry potter ✩ james potter

movies misc. ¡! ❞

✩ indiana jones ✩ brian o'conner ✩ patrick bateman ✩ elton tiscia ✩ optimus prime ✩ jake sully ✩ charlie baker ✩ bernard the elf ✩ peter pevensie ✩ robert "moose" alexander iii ✩ warner huntington iii ✩ dave lizewski ✩ declan o'callaghan ✩ ransom drysdale ✩ james norrington ✩ aaron samuels ✩ regina george ✩ raizo

outer banks ¡! ❞

✩ jj maybank ✩ rafe cameron ✩ drew starkey

atla-verse ¡! ❞

✩ jet ✩ zuko ✩ korra ✩ mako

tv. shows misc. ¡! ❞

✩ jake peralta ✩ abed nadir ✩ troy barnes ✩ mordecai ✩ kevin levin ✩ dean forester ✩ christopher hayden ✩ dean winchester ✩ sam winchester ✩ kendall knight ✩ james diamond ✩ marshall lee ✩ jim halpert ✩ spencer reid ✩ aaron hotchner ✩ derek morgan ✩ garnet

jujutsu kaisen ¡! ❞

✩ toji fushiguro ✩ satoru gojo ✩ naoya zenin

boku no hero academia ¡! ❞

✩ katsuki bakugou ✩ taishiro toyomitsu ✩ toya todoroki

akatsuki no yona ¡! ❞

✩ hak ✩ kuelbo ying ✩ yu-hon

namaikizikari ¡! ❞

✩ shou naruse

manga misc. ¡! ❞

✩ riftan calypse ✩ yuushi totsumoto

mass effect ¡! ❞

✩ garrus vakarian ✩ nihlus kryik ✩ saren arterius ✩ urdnot wrex

video games misc. ¡! ❞

✩ sly cooper

christensen-verse ¡! ❞

✩ hayden christensen ✩ scott barringer ✩ leo campo ✩ sam monroe ✩ billy quinn ✩ clay beresford ✩ jacob ✩ stephen glass

rpf misc. ¡! ❞

✩ indy ✩ andy biersack ✩ corpse husband ✩ tom welling

── additional ┆ CHARACTERS I'D LIKE TO WRITE FOR.

✩ shoto todoroki ✩ dabi ✩ kai chisaki ✩ hitoshi shinso ✩ toshinori yagi ✩ yo shindou

✩ su-won ✩ shin-ha ✩ vold

✩ garnet

✩ jace herondale

✩ sinbad ✩ masrur

✩ tomoe ✩ kurama shinjirou

✩ sesshomaru ✩ koga

✩ bill cipher

✩ dan lynch

✩ nicholas devereaux

✩ eric knox

✩ sherlock holmes

✩ jack sparrow

✩ ned nickerson

✩ mike ross

✩ gregory eddie

✩ sam sweeney

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omniblades-and-stars · 2 years ago

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The Way

Part i. | Part ii. | Part iii.

It starts out simple enough. Respect, admiration, builds brick by little brick.

It's in the way she reaches to shake his hand with a wide grin on her face. "I'll take all the help I can get, Detective Vakarian," she says as they walk out of Dr. Michel's Clinic.

"No problems working with a turian?" He asks.

She brushes vibrant, copper toned hair behind her ear and says, "Not at all. Am I supposed to have a problem working with turians?" As though she's been hiding under a rock since she was born. As though she doesn't know how tense turian-human diplomacy can be at times still. He soon learns that she knows, she just thinks it's very stupid to hold onto grudges from a war she had no part in. She probably has a point.

She always has a point, he learns.

"No … uh, I mean … no." He also soon learns that she has a way of making him trip on his tongue.

It's in the way she leads, always from the front. She is confident, she issues commands with careful consideration. She's slow to reach for her gun, but Spirits, when she does … Well, he's glad he's not on the receiving end.

He's going to have to go to the range and get some practice in. Something about seeing her handle a gun ignites the competitive streak in him. He wants to make sure he's a better shot than her.

Or maybe he just wants to be better because of her.

It's in the way she can be so boastful without being arrogant. She calls herself a biotic bomb. At first, he thinks that smirk as she says it is cocky, and it is. But then he sees her in action. With biotics like that, she doesn't even need a gun. He knows the smirk isn't cocky, it's knowing.

She's earned being cocky, the way she wields the forces of physics themselves. How the air shifts around her body just before she ignites brilliant indigo. The sudden change in air pressure around them as she reaches out to pull an enemy towards them takes his breath away.

Or maybe it's just her that does that.

It's in the way she has time to listen to everyone. She takes time to stop and help mediate petty arguments between strangers, or promise to help people who should probably be asking someone with less saving-the-galaxy on their shoulders. He doesn't understand how she has the patience for it, though, no one has ever accused him of being patient.

And she makes the time to come and check in regularly with the whole crew. Including him. "Shepard, need me for something?"

She playfully pounds the side of her fist against the Mako a couple of times, "Just checking in. What're you doing to the old girl?"

"Adjusting the shock absorbers in the suspension. You really pulled a number on this thing."

That goofy grin of hers spreads across her face, widening her cheeks, and brightening the whole cargo bay. He just knows she's about to make a bad joke. She loves bad jokes. "I like to ride 'em hard and put 'em away wet, Vakarian."

He's not familiar with that particular human idiom, but it sounds like he should be blushing. He's glad turians don't blush as obviously as humans, but he is all warm in the neck. "Help a clueless alien out, what does that mean?" He manages to force his mouth into talking while his brain races to get caught up.

"Only that I'm rough on my gear. Leave it absolutely wrecked when I'm done with it," she says with raised eyebrows and glinting, mischievous, green eyes. He doesn't think she's talking about her gear. Her gear is always immaculate. She laughs at herself so hard she snorts. Which only makes her laugh harder. "Well, don't fuck her up, Vakarian," she says once she gathers her wits again.

"I think that's your job," he quips, earning the surprisingly sharp point of her elbow in his carapace, but she's still smiling as she walks away.

He likes it when she smiles. How it creases in her eyes and she bares her blunt teeth. How it's always accompanied by the darkening pink on her cheeks and nose.

It's in the way she turns fear and terror into something to conquer, not hide from, and the way she doesn't pretend not to be scared. The ground beneath the Mako rocks, and if it weren't for the horrendous, earth-shattering shrieking preceding the explosion of dirt and rock as the thresher maw bursts from beneath, he could pretend it is just a localized earthquake.

"Shit!" She shouts and her hands clench around the steering controls on the Mako. Her eyes dart around, wide and full of anxiety before they stop on him. "Vakarian, trade with me. Keep that thing chasing us. I'm going to send this mother fucker to hell, for Toombs!"

By the end of the fight, she's laughing. The kind of manic, breathless laughter that follows an adrenaline packed close call. She slumps in the gunner's seat, panting. She's smiling, but he can see the shine of tears staining her cheeks. She doesn't try to hide that she's crying.

He finds out who Toombs is a few weeks later. She thought he was dead.

He understands now why she needed to be the gunner. Now, every time they feel that tell-tale rumble, they trade spots without a word. And they laugh together as they narrowly avoid slaughter by horrible, alien worm-monster. Wrex is the only other one who laughs when they do this. The others are usually plastered to their jump seats, pale and nauseous looking as Garrus whips the Mako around, gunning those forward boosters like their lives depend on it.

They definitely do.

Huh, she sure takes him with her on her ground team a lot.

It’s in the way she shows mercy, or tries to, anyways. It kind of drives him crazy, but he respects her for it.

“And so he dies anyway, what was the point of that?”

She holsters her gun and turns, wrapping her hand around his forearm. “It’s on us to try to do the good thing. We can’t control how people like Saleon’ll react to it, but we still have to try. That’s what matters.” She’s looking up at him with somber, tired eyes.

“Yeah … I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Commander,” he says as her words tumble through his mind, slowly taking root.

“I’m nothing special, Garrus. I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else.”

She’s wrong about that, about not being special. He’s pretty certain that she puts her pants on one leg at a time. Well, actually, he’s never thought about how she puts her pants on … until now.

He thinks it’s suddenly gotten very hot in there.

It’s in the way she manages to almost always stay positive, even in the face of near constant setbacks. How she reassures everyone, and they believe it, that they’ve got this. “We’ve got him on the run, Garrus. We keep fucking up his plans, we’re going to catch up any day now.” She cocks a teasing eyebrow, “His ship may be scary and look like some horrible squid-finger thing, but mine’s faster. He doesn’t have racing stripes like we do.”

“Racing stripes?”

She bumps her shoulder into him with a laugh, “Yeah, we paint stripes on our racing cars. Makes ‘em go faster.”

That can’t be serious, can it? Sometimes, he really doesn’t understand human humor. She’s watching him trying to calculate, figure out how in the world what she said makes any sense. He can see the slow creep of her smile widening before she bursts into laughter.

“Come on, Vakarian! Where’s your sense of whimsy?”

It’s his turn to laugh. “A turian with whimsy? I may be a bad turian, but I think whimsy might be too far, even for me.”

“Ah, but I did get stuck with the one turian who thinks he’s funny, huh?”

He nudges her back, as they stand side by side, staring at the damage she’s done to the Mako most recently. “You think I’m funny too. Don’t pretend you don’t love my jokes. I hear you laughing.”

She snorts, “Yeah right, those are pity laughs, Vakarian.” She’s blushing. He likes it when she blushes. It spreads like a wildfire, hot on her freckled cheeks, all the way down to her neck.

He wonders how far it goes past that.

He tries to tell her something … but he stumbles on his own words, because for the life of him, he can’t figure out what he means to say. So instead he just says, “Commander, I wanted to thank you.”

“What for, Garrus?” she asks as she looks up at him with those rosy red cheeks and sparkling green eyes.

He panics, because he can’t get his brain to piece a coherent thought together, and because his mouth ran away without him again and he doesn’t remember where he was going to go with this. “For everything,” he says rather lamely. It’s not even enough to convey the gratitude he feels. And it definitely isn't what he means to say.

Why does she make him so nervous?

It’s in the way she handles losing one of her soldiers. “I’m sorry, Kaidan,” she says, gripping the rails on the bridge so tight, she might find a way to bend the space age alloy with her bare hands. “I’m here, keep talking to me.” She stays on the commlink until everything goes to static. He can tell she feels the loss deep in her bones, with the way her shoulders sag, and her jaw clenches. A soldier’s duty is to be willing to die for their military, but she doesn’t throw her people away like cannon fodder.

He’s there when the Council grounds the ship, and she breaks. Her gear locker slams shut right before she drops against it. She slides to the deck, curling over her knees, and she weeps so deeply, he can feel it full in his own chest. “It meant nothing if we can’t stop Saren, if the Reapers come,” she chokes out bitterly.

He crouches in front of her, resting his hand on her back. He can feel the quake in her shoulders, the hitching sobs in her lungs. “We’re going to stop them, Shepard. We’ll figure it out, together.”

They stay like that until she catches her breath and she looks up to him. Her face is red, blotchy, cheeks wet with tears, and some horrible clear goop she calls snot is coming out of her nose. And he doesn’t care. He thinks that he can feel their shared world shift. It feels like she sees him as an equal, not just some underling or subordinate, to let him see her like this.

It feels like maybe she always felt that way about him.

“You’re right. We can’t give up.” She wipes her nose on the sleeve of her fatigues before taking a deep, shaking breath. “Let’s send that Reaper motherfucker to hell, Vakarian. Together.”

“Together.”

It’s in the way she’s victorious. She has Saren cornered and desperate. And somehow, despite everything, she offers him a hand up. Tells him that he can find redemption, that he doesn’t have to be a puppet. Saren doesn’t believe that he can be saved, but it matters that she tried.

Even if the fight after is a horror show. On the list of things Garrus thought he would ever do, having a showdown with the reanimated, robotic shell of a former Spectre was nowhere on it. Wasn’t on anyone’s list, he suspects.

And then it happens. In the midst of one victory, the worst kind of complication rises up. She’s clenching her jaw again as she makes a decision that should not be hers to make. And he doesn’t understand it.

But he respects the hell out of her for it.

The people who say humanity just take and take have clearly never met someone like Commander Shepard. Or her compatriots in the Alliance Navy.

Perhaps they both gave too much, he thinks. But there’s not enough time to dwell on it as pieces of Sovereign fall into the Council Chambers. They make a valiant effort to run from the destruction, but they get pinned down by rubble.

Just as he resigns himself to being stuck beneath some part of the Presidium that definitely should not be on the ground for the remainder of his soon to be short life, light peaks through, and the relieved countenance of Captain David Anderson appears with a hand outstretched.

But where is Shepard? Anderson just shakes his head, looks grim, he doesn’t know.

And then she leaps on top of some warped support beams with her fists on her hips. She’s got that mischievous little smile on her lips.

Because she’s “power posing” (a word for this ridiculous show of muscles and stature that she’s putting on right now.) He half expects her to say something about how they’re all invited to the gun show.

But then the energetic dip into whimsy passes, and she just looks relieved. She hugs everyone there like she was sure they were all dead. They can take a breath. It’s not over, not really. But there’s time to plan, to prepare. Time to grieve the losses later.

He doesn’t understand what he’s feeling about her then, or after. Sure as he is that it’s just pride in a job well done, relief that a friend and comrade lived through such a terrifying battle, and comfort in the knowledge that even if they can’t serve on the same ship anymore, they’ll keep in touch.

Until it happens.

It’s in the way the news robs him of every sense he’s got. It feels like he’s been plunged underwater. His vision is blurry, he can’t breath, can’t hear, and it feels like he’s struggling through a current just to stay standing.

He replays the news video again just to make sure he heard right. And again.

And again.

He knows now what he wanted to say. Knows what he should’ve seen, in the way she made his neck warm, the way her bad jokes (and mostly the bubbling laughter that went with them) brightened up a room. In the way she looked at him and said, “Together.”

It’s in the way he feels off-balance, like nothing in the world will ever be right again.

It’s in the way it gets harder and harder to bear how quickly the Council, and even her own military, want to brush everything under the rug. How they want to pretend there’s nothing to worry about, nothing to prepare for. Sure, she was a hero, but also, she was kind of crazy, right?

It’s means nothing if they can’t stop the Reapers.

It’s in the way he feels like he can’t make a difference from the false safety of the Citadel. How police work just feels like a farce, and maybe it’s always felt like that to him, but it’s even worse now.

It’s in the way he just wants to make her proud. He just wants to take some evil out of the universe while he still can, wants to help people in the only way he really knows how. He doesn’t mean to become a leader, not really, but that’s what it takes. He has an example of leadership to follow, even if she’s not alive to see it in action.

It’s in the way, in the quiet moments when he’s alone, that he chuckles. “Archangel,” he mutters to himself. It makes him laugh because he knows for a fact that if she were still around, she’d ride his ass for that one for days. Maybe for the rest of his life.

He can see it, her hands on her hips as she laughs deep in her belly. “Archangel, really, Garrus? You sound like one of Joker’s comic book characters. You got a costume to go with the name? I’ll commission you some wings. You want feathers or like some robotic, metal situation?”

He wishes she were still here to make fun of him.

It’s in the way he grieves.

It’s in the way he misses her. Thinks he hears her calling his name sometimes. And when he does, it makes the pain surge again and again.

He wonders if it’ll ever feel less like he lost a part of himself too.

It’s in the way he thinks it never will

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