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Oh how I wish more people would write for this man😔 I love him and his family so much😭

I AM SO GLAD TO SEE SOMEONE TAKING REQUESTS FOR GOOD PIZZA GREAT PIZZA!!!!!!! I was hoping I could ask for a request with my man Alicante maybe going to the ovenists place and noticing their pizza boxes were designed by Allie. Thanks for the time!!!

OH SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST UHHH

Yeah, ofc you can get that! I hope i got that right that Alicante is the one reacting TvT

GN! reader

Platonic

I call the pizza city Pizza County cuz ye

The events happen after chapter 5

It was a normal day in Pizza County, the people were enjoying the warm summer weather by eating fruit pizzas or their personal favourites. The ovenist was making more money this time of the year, because everyone kept asking for a shit ton of toppings, which was frustrating to say the least. They were still rather shaken up after the Julius Cheeser incident, and they still want to murder Keh for taking THEIR victory and calling it his own. It was frustrating! But oh well.

The Ovenist had to admit, the box he got from Allie was very cute. It spiced up their pizzeria, even if JUST a little bit. They were currently giving out the last pizza of the day, they usually closed early in this time of year to go enjoy themselves, when a certain someone came in.

Alicante.

"Ah, Ovenist! How are you doing Kiddo?" he asked with that same grin he always wore. He popped up more often after the whole incident, even if he would never admit it, he cared about the youngster, kinda like he would care for his own kid.

"i am okay, what do you need though? I am closing for today." the Ovenist answered, already cleaning the 'kitchen' behind their counter. It was a small local, they didn't exactly have a kitchen. Only the topping station, the way to fast oven, and the cutting/packing station.

"well, i was hoping for my favourite Pizza! I gotta make sure you're still a good rival after all." Alicante said. Even if he DID care about the Ovenist, they were still rivals, even if they were friends now.

"right...one classic meat pizza coming right up." the Ovenist said, quietly making the pizza. Alicante always wondered, how come the Ovenist make pizzas that quickly? Also, did they even have a name? Or was 'The Ovenist' their whole name? Before he could overthink it, the delicious smell of their pizza was right under his nose. The pizza was in a cute, pink pizza box with a childish Allie drawing on top of it. Aw.

"...did my daughter make this?" Alicante asked, looking at the pizza box in a bit of awe. He didn't know his little girl made boxes now! Not that he minded, as long as she didn't give her boxes to that arrogant prick Keh.

"yeah. She came to me and gave it, just because she can. Her words not mine." the Ovenist said, smiling tiredly. 'Poor kid' Alicante thought, 'they should get some rest'. But first, before he could scold the ovenist by telling them they looked like a zombie, he took the pizza smirked to himself

"you better still be good." he mused, watching as the younger pizza maker scoffed, just like his daughter when she got offended.

"of course i am!" the Ovenist said, smiling proudly. Atleast they still have their spark.

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I HOPE THIS IS GOOD!! I don't usually write often since i am not very good at it, so this is kind of an experiment!! Although the little box thing wasn’t very long, i hope you liked it, and i am really sorry if it isn't very good!!

[daniel-meyer-03]

I may not be religious but I hope I see some art of Pope Francis and Luce because it would be so cute. I also find it ironic and oddly poetic that Pope Francis died on Easter Monday.

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Hey Tanuki! Hope you've been well! I was wondering if you would take a request. Sanji x reader where reader has lots of piercings and even better if they have nipple piercings or something a little more "private" if you know what I mean😉 Thank you so much for taking the time to consider this!

“S-sweetheart, are you sure?”

➽───❥ ꒰୨ Blackleg Sanji x FemReader ୧꒱

-WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+

꒰୨ word count: 2,845 k ୧꒱

~ `✨️— tags: fem!reader + sub!sanji because I really can't resist making him whine + genital piercings + some softness + oral f!receiving + use of toy/ mention of it + teasing + mild nose bleed -

~ `✨️��� an: NO JUDGEMENT! I wrote this in like two hours I swear! I truly haven't edited it! This was going to be a quick drabble cause I generally don't take fic requests anymore but Sanji just took over lol

“S-sweetheart, are you sure?”

 You hook your fingers into the loops of his belt and tug him closer, pulling him into a kiss that steals the breath from his lungs. His lips part, your tongue slips into the seam and a wave of warmth floods through both of you, the electricity of the kiss igniting every nerve. The scent of your skin fills his senses, a blend of all that is familiar yet exhilaratingly new. His heart races against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own as time stands still for just a moment.

 Sanji instinctively holds you tighter. Holding you closer. His hands digging into your waist as if you’re an apparition that would disappear the moment he opens his eyes.

 You move, he moves, you gasp, he groans, warmth and lips blend into a kiss that sends him reeling with every sensual lick and playful bite you inflict.

 The world outside fades into insignificance as the two of you become lost in the moment, a universe unto yourselves. Each touch is a promise, each kiss a confession of the depth of your feelings. His breath hitches as your hands wander, exploring the contours of his strong shoulders, lean back, toned chest, drawing him into the intoxicating closeness of your soft body upon his.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with desire. Muscles tight to keep himself stationary when your touch makes him melt so obediently.

You smile against his mouth, a blend of mischief and love upon his sensitised skin. “You’re too cute, I haven’t even begun to torture you,” you whisper, your words a soft caress that make his heart skip a beat.

Sanji groans softly, capturing your lips in hungry kisses, his words escaping with every breathless pant.

“You can.. do.. what you… want to me. Fuck.. I’m yours.”

“Yea?” you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth. His whimper flutters heat through your core. “Anything I want?”

Sanji nods, no thoughts behind his glazed expression. His fingers squeeze on your supple hips.

“Yours, darlin’.” He presses you flush into his aching bulge. “Break me.”

You hum, curling into his body and feeling every delicate ridge of his erection as your fingers dance along his unsteady chest.

 “This hard from a little kiss?”

Sweaty blonde strands fall over his eyes as he shakes his head.

 “No, when you pulled me from my tie and into the kitchen.” His breath touches your lips as if it were another kiss. “I got hard when you flicked your hair in my face the other day.”

You burst into giggles.

 With a chuckle, he captures your lips once more, the intensity of his kisses growing bolder, more confident. You feel the heat of his skin beneath your fingertips, the steady thrum of his pulse that matches your own. The connection between you deepens, each kiss building upon the last, an unspoken dialogue of passion and longing with tongues stroking and hands wondering.

 Gently, you pull back, just enough to look into his eyes. They shine with a mix of adoration and hunger, reflecting the same feelings that burn within you. In that gaze, you see your future, a lifetime of moments like these, each one more precious than the last.

 Sanji leans in, resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with your own. “I want you, in more ways than I can express.” he whispers, the words carrying the weight of his soul. Of his desires and yearning.

“How do you want me?”

Sanji’s breath hitches, a soft, guttural sound escaping his lips as he struggles to find the words. He shifts slightly, his body pressing closer to yours, the tension between you palpable. His eyes flutter shut, and he makes a noise—a desperate, yearning sound that speaks volumes, conveying all the emotions he can’t seem to articulate.

 “You can tell me,” you murmur, your fingers deftly moving to the buttons of his shirt. One by one, they come undone, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest. “Use your words, pretty.”

 “Darling,” he whines.

 You shush him, your hands gently exploring the hard lines of muscle that define his strong body. The firmness of his chest and the tautness of his abdomen are testament to his physical prowess, each sinew and curve traced beneath your fingers as your gaze trails over him, drinking in the sight of his chiselled features. Even the way his golden hair frames his face looks like a halo.

 His beauty is almost ethereal, each detail perfect and captivating. But you can’t resist the urge to keep teasing him.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of awe and playfulness. “It’s almost unfair.”

 Sanji’s cheeks flush a shade deeper, his eyes opening to meet yours with that same vulnerable intensity. “Unfair?” he repeats, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion and amusement.

 “Unfair,” you confirm, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “Because someone as stunning as you should have no trouble expressing their needs. Speak to me, darling. Tell me how you want me.”

 A shiver courses through him, your words igniting a fire within his gaze. He takes a deep breath, his lips parting to respond, but the teasing sparkle in your eyes keeps him at the edge of his control, balancing between desire and restraint.

 “Please,” he finally manages to whisper, his voice hoarse with suppressed longing. His hands, trembling slightly, reach out to grasp yours, guiding them with a gentle but insistent pressure. “I want you...closer.”

 You smile, leaning in until your lips are mere inches from his. “Closer, huh?” you murmur, the warmth of your breath mingling with his. “How’s this?”

 He chews on his bottom lip, wanting more. craving more.

You sense the turmoil with the way his eyes begin to shine and blur with tears.

 “aw, pretty boy.” You pout teasingly. “You gonna cry again? Does your cock ache that much?”

He nods solemnly. His throat tight and bobbing as he struggles to speak.

“Is it the cock ring?”

 Sanji chokes out a pathetic yes. His whimpers loud and melodic it makes you sigh contently to hear it.

“I thought so.” You say in mock understanding while threading the sweaty bangs from his forehead. “too bad you still have another twenty minutes with it on. There’s nothing I can do, sweetie.”

 He swallows thickly, his hands flexing over your hips. “C-can I still touch and kiss you?” His eyes are wide and pleading, an adorably pathetic sight that tugs at your heartstrings.

 “Of course! I love your kisses, Sanji-kun!”

You stop him with a firm palm to his chest.

 “But you have to help me undress too, its only polite.”

As he begins to move, his hands tremble noticeably, each motion a betraying him by exposing the overwhelming nervousness that radiates from it. Sanji’s breaths are shallow and uneven, and a faint blush spreads across his high cheekbones. Despite his evident anxiety, he fights to maintain composure, his fingers fumbling slightly as they attempt to undo your clothes. His gaze darts between your face and his task, wide eyes seeking reassurance and guidance with every glance.

 Sanji’s heart races, pounding loudly in his chest, each beat echoing his trepidation. His nervousness is like a storm, gathering strength with each passing moment, threatening to overwhelm him but also fuelling the electricity in the air between you two.

Your shirt falls on the floor beside his.

“My bra too.”

Sanji chokes on a breath.

His fingers fumble with the clasp, and his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as he struggles to unhook it. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much for him to bear, yet he perseveres, driven by an earnest desire to please you.

Your bra drops. His chest hitches visibly.

 Sanji’s heart races, pounding louder than ever as his eyes take in the sight before him. A rush of blood surges to his head, making his vision blur momentarily, and he feels the heat rising to his cheeks. To his cock and every vein that trails along his body. The sensation is overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over him, flooding his senses with a mix of excitement, anxiety and molten lust.

 “You have..” A sudden dizziness washes over him, making his head spin. He quickly brings a hand up to his face, but it’s too late; the crimson evidence of his flustered state is already apparent.

 He sways slightly, trying to steady himself, but the room feels like it’s tilting. His knees weak. Determined not to falter, Sanji heaves in a deep breath, his resolve strengthening despite his body’s betrayal. He wipes the blood away with the back of his hand, refusing to let his dizziness or the nosebleed interrupt the moment. Or blur the sight of your pretty tits pierced with shining jewellery.

 As if boobs could get any more beautiful, you had to bless him with something precious. Marvelous. Glorious. Erotic and-and-

 “F-fuck..”

 You giggle, teasing him with a playful glint in your eye. “Is the sight too much for you to handle?” Your voice is light, but the teasing lilt sends another shiver down his spine. The room feels even hotter, the atmosphere charged with a palpable tension.

 Sanji’s eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. “I-I...” he stammers, overwhelmed by the combination of your beauty and your boldness. His hands, still trembling, reach out to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against his.

 You step closer, your fingers trailing along his jaw, lifting his chin gently so that he meets your gaze. “You’re adorable when you blush,” you murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

 The gesture is tender, yet it only ignites the fire burning within him. Sanji’s heart swells, his senses flooded by the intoxicating blend of your scent, your touch, and the sight of you so close, so inviting. He feels himself drawn to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull.

 “You haven’t seen anything yet,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The promise in your words makes his pulse quicken, his desire for you growing stronger with each passing second.

 Sanji’s resolve falters, his mind racing with thoughts of what’s to come. He swallows hard, his voice unsteady as he tries to respond. “I-I’m ready,” he breathes out, his words filled with a mix of anticipation and longing.

 Your laughter, sweet and musical, fills the room, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. “Good,” you say, your smile turning into a mischievous grin. “Let’s see how much you can handle.”

 “Touch me.” you whisper into his lips. A sinful command he feels compelled to deliver.

Yet, even with explicit permission, Sanji hesitantly cups your breast, feeling the softness and delicate weight of them in his palm with reluctance. As if he where bestowed a miracle he cannot even begin to comprehend.

 “You don’t like them?”

“No!” his adam apple bobs when he swallows. “No, no. I lo-ove it. You’re beautiful, and so wonderful-”

 “Then what’s wrong?” You palm his own chest, the firm pectorales echoing the erratic beat of his heart. “I like touching you. do you like touching me?”

Sanji is torn, caught between the thrill of being so intimately close to you and the overwhelming rush of sensations that accompany it. His breath hitches, the excitement threatening to consume him, yet the vulnerability of the moment pulls at his heart, making him hesitate.

“I do,” he finally admits, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a raw honesty that touches something deep within you. His hand, once tentative, now grips you with newfound confidence, his touch both gentle and possessive.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours, eyes closed as he tries to steady his racing heart. “I want you so much it hurts.”

Your fingers weave into his hair, anchoring him as you both stand on the precipice of something wonderfully intense and uncharted. “Then show me, Sanji,” you encourage, your voice a soothing balm to his restless spirit. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

With a shaky exhale, he pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that speaks volumes of the emotions he struggles to articulate. Lips and tongues and blood humming.

You moan into his mouth. “Still want me to break you?”

 Sanji’s eyes darken with intensity, his breath quickening as he nods earnestly. “Yes,” he breathes, his hands sliding up your arms to your shoulders, pulling you closer still. Chest to chest. Metal to skin. The proximity is electric, every nerve ending alive with anticipation as it claws up his spine.

 Your fingers continue their exploration, tracing the contours of his chest and abdomen, feeling the way his muscles contract and release under your touch. The tension in the air is palpable, a living, breathing entity that wraps around you both, pulling you deeper into the moment.

“Ready?”

He nods breathlessly, moaning into your mouth as you guide his hand down your pants and past the soft cotton of your panties. He has never ventured this far before. The reality of this new venture strains his cock almost painfully, but Sanji stays grounded with your kiss. Allowing it to centre him. to keep his mind from frazzling and his blood from pouring out of his nose.

 His fingers twitch feeling the squish of your trimmed mound. His heart pounds in his ears, he can hear each pulse as his slender fingers slide down between the delicate folds of your wet, slick labia.

“Touch me right… here.. uhh, yes, Sanji..”

 Sanji falls to his knees.

His movements are erratic, every touch trembling as if he were on the brink of an abyss as he captures your clit into his mouth. His fingers roll and rub on your piercing, the cool metal melting his resolve as his moans vibrate through your skin.

“Sanji!” you squeal, giggling while perching yourself on his shoulders. His mouth hot on your pussy. “uhh, fuck, darling, you’re so cute.” Your words echo in low moans as he rakes shudders through your spine and curls your toes with his hungry pussy licking.

“Cum, cum, ple-ease. God, please, please.”

 Sanji trembles. His panting heated. His cock swollen painfully in your little device he can’t even begin to address when your cunt leaks sweet slick into his mouth. Dizzy with desire, his breaths come in short, desperate gasps, his heart pounding wildly against his chest. The world around him blurs, leaving only the vivid sensory explosion of your presence. Frantic and disoriented, he clings to you, his kisses feverish, his fingers moving with a manic urgency that mirrors the chaos swirling within him.

“‘ur pussy s’pretty.” He murmurs over and over. Licking and sucking and swirling the metal in his mouth before doing it again on your pulsating clit. Drinking in your essence as it drips lewdly down his chin.

 Sanji breaths in your scent as his eyes flutter and chest constricts. But what’s air when he can bathe in your warmth for the rest of his life. When he can use one hand to grip your hip to help you grind on his tongue and his other hand to sink his fingers in deep. pushing in and out, curling his digits and pressing the pad of his slender fingers on that bundle of nerves that makes you quiver on his face.

 “That’s it, mama. please give it to me, I wan’ it so so bad.”

“Yea?” you moan, giggling deviously through the pleasure he sparks. “Pretty boy wanna taste?”

Sanji nods, tears beading as he watches you through lust blown eyes. his cock aching and blood pulsating.

 His jaw slacks, the slurps grow louder, his whines blend melodiously with your stuttered moans. He brushes his tongue in broad strokes before wrapping his lips around your soft clit and suckling the metal of your piercing electrifying every nerve until your orgasm crashes over you in long and loud waves of ecstasy.

Strong hands held your hips as you trembled and gasped. Sanji groaned softly, lapping up the sticky release like a honeyed treat, bursting warm pulses of pleasure with every lingering touch.

“Sanji, darling,” you panted, your thighs shaking as you attempted to lift it from his shoulders.

 “More, please.”

You sigh breathily, feeling the muscle of his tongue push into your cunt. “I-I need to release yo-your cock ring.”

 “I’ll cum if you do,” he grunts, peeling himself away from your pretty cunt long enough to speak coherently. Though nothing looks stable with the way his eyes remain glossy and dazed. “I need it, so I don’t cum touching you.” he palms your waist, seemingly unaware how beautiful he looks on his knees with his cheeks flushed and lips shining with your slick.

 “Let me please you, darling. I won’t be able to rest if I don’t.”

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My wonderful angry bird and his kind therapist having a moment of peace😭😭😭

Just gotta love ordering commissions from my gal @/faith.Gerrzd!

I do feel like these two are my favorite of OTP! Nothing like the crazy with the calm to even each other out!!

Artist link!

https://www.instagram.com/faith.gerrzd?igsh=YWNib3ZvOW93MHVw

[daniel-meyer-03]

In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

[daniel-meyer-03]

Fr I want all manners of lesbians and all sorts of body types😩😩😩😩

i say this as a lover of yuri but does anyone else get kind of annoyed by the amount of GL that's just two baby faced skinny girls.

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And he continues...

I don't know how much more I can take

I dunno if it's just me but it feels so weird seeing all this stuff from tiktok just praising Trump for essentially nothing

Like all I've heard from the CEO recently is him thanking Trump for working with him????? Like???? I guess thank you Mr President for supposedly working alongside tiktok on giving is back a social media platform that allows people of all ages and backgrounds to practice their freedom of speech🤷

I don't know if this makes sense to others but it just feels so weird and somewhat artificial to me

[daniel-meyer-03]

I dunno if it's just me but it feels so weird seeing all this stuff from tiktok just praising Trump for essentially nothing

Like all I've heard from the CEO recently is him thanking Trump for working with him????? Like???? I guess thank you Mr President for supposedly working alongside tiktok on giving is back a social media platform that allows people of all ages and backgrounds to practice their freedom of speech🤷

I don't know if this makes sense to others but it just feels so weird and somewhat artificial to me

[daniel-meyer-03]

Men in slutty clothes does something to me😩😩😩

saw this madonna outfit. first thought was. yknow who this reminds me of. thats right. eustass kid

[daniel-meyer-03]

I am cupping your face in my hands, while I write about your favorite Blorbo fucking the soul out of you.

It’s okay. You’re so good. There’s no shame in the sweet rush of blood, there’s nothing bad about the shiver that makes your legs twitch.

There’s nothing morally wrong about the dreams you have later, imagining all the possibilities and the heady scent of sweat and sex.

Whether you picture it all soft and clean, or grimy and messy, doesn’t matter. Whether you prefer the soft kisses and gentle caresses or the wet splatter of drool and snot, doesn’t matter.

If there is consent, or coercion, power dynamics or equal delights, whether pleasure is ripped from your bones against your will or teased from the marrow of your bones with wet-eyes worship. It doesn’t matter.

You’re not bad, or wrong, or broken for delighting in the fantasies that dance sweetly within you. Consent is required in the playful folds of reality, but it is a nebulous and unnecessary thing in the deep cracks of fantasy.

So long as you aren’t a cruel, pretentious asshole toward the people who are gently cupping the faces of their sweet readers in their hands, then you’re doing good, even if such delights aren’t your thing.

They don’t have to be, and I hope you find the writer you need, that can hold your hand warmly and take you on a journey with them.

You are good and darling and I know you’re trying your best so hang in there for me. I’ll do all I can to help, and we’ll get through the next year together.

With a little more smut, a little less guilt, a little more confidence, and a little less shame.

[daniel-meyer-03]

my mother, right after giving birth: and now... you owe me one. you will spend the rest of your life paying it back. stop crying its annoying me.

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God I love angst and this fandom is just feeding it

Raindrops and Teardrops ~Silco x Reader~

- reader is referenced as a girl but feel free to change that, mentions of cursing and blood. Silco is a damaged simp, enemies to lovers type shiii -

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You were closing up the Last Drop by yourself. Only a few stragglers that you were sure were gonna give you a problem once you have to kick them out. It was raining and murky out. Dark and Gloomy. You didn’t wanna step outside. You hated the rain. Everybody knew that. Brings you memories you didn’t like to face. Maybe Vander would let you crash if you asked nicely.

Where is Vander? You thought to yourself.. It was eerily quiet. The kids were put to bed…you did it yourself. There’s no Vanders booming voice or boisterous laughter anywhere in your hearing capabilities. You stopped….you haven’t seen Silco much either? You didn’t particularly care for that one much. He was a pain. Always nagging you. Saying how you did something wrong. You only put up with him cause you three worked together for the better of the lanes. You knew they had recently gotten into an argument. You convinced Vander that he needs to drop it. They were brothers and as much as you don’t like Silco…you knew they needed each other. More than air and clean water.

Just as that last thought happened…the door swung open…giving you an eyesight of Vander’s dark silhouette. You stopped with the glass…noticing him standing there, soaking wet probably from the rain. “Vander? Get in here you’re gonna catch a cold…” you said running over to give him a towel. “Where were you I haven’t seen you all day?” You said as he just stared at the ground.

You furrowed your eyebrows…he usually was never this quiet. “Do you want some hot tea to help warm you up…you must be freezing?” You said ushering him over but he made no effort to help, completely stuck to staring at the ground. “Vander are you alright?” You said staring at him, his fist clenched and red. Red? Is that blood?

“Vander is that blood on you? What happened???” You said your worry starting to show a lot. “He…” he started to say…it was hoarse…strained. “Vander look at me” you said. He hesitatingly lifted his head up, showing a large cut on his lip and disappointment in his eyes.

You stared at him…confused and concern on your face. “I’m sorry….” He said…..you furrowed your eyebrows as your mind scrambled…but finally landed on one option…

“Vander where is Silco?” You almost whispered and he winced…his eyes flashing betrayal and hurt. “Vander…..what happened….? Where is Silco?” You said your voice more stern…

“I’m sorry” he said again looking at his hands……his blood stained hands. You stepped away from him eyes wide…

His eyes finally met yours…”I’m sorry I’m sorry” he said and made way to you but you stepped back…”what did you do?” You said eyes wide…. He only stopped walking and just stared at you. You looked at him….noticing his soaking wet cloths…blood on his hands..cuts on his face and a stab wound…you gasped suddenly. “You didn’t…please tell me” you said your hand covering your mouth.

“Don’t go….” He said…he made his way towards you but you stepped back even more…”please don’t go” he said and ducked under neath of him ignoring his pleading and hurt and ran out of the door. You were already starting to get soaking wet. You didn’t know where you were going…you were running…hoping. It was too dark out.. Too gloomy. It was like the gods knew. Please gods….please don’t let him be dead.

You ran everywhere. Your clothes sticking and your hair drenched. You ran towards the river…please…

You ran down to the water…stopping…looking around …you noticed some feet marks….leading to the water….”no…..no” you said about to jump in the water when a sound made your ears. You turn your head sharply. Looking at a ball of a man. Soaking wet. Face in his knees. You only recognized the ring….”Silco” you said running over. “Silco” you said leaning down…

Your hand lifted to touch his arm softly but he winced…flinched. “Silco please….” You said softly. He made no move…only a little sniffle. “Why are you here” he said. His voice sounded different. Hoarse. Strained. Poisoned.

“Vander came in….with blood….did he hurt you Silco?” You said. You looked everywhere. Only thing you could see was blood on his hands. “Silco let me see your face” you pleaded with him.

He made no move to show you. Your concern only growing as the rain almost swallowed your vision. “It’s raining” he softly said….he knows you don’t like the rain. Everybody knew. You hated it… “you should go” he said, you never heard him like this. Soft, hurt.

“I don’t care…I’m not leaving” you said holding onto his arm. You hesitantly lifted your other hand up……to push some of his hair out of his face…but he flinched and burrowed his face deeper. You sighed, sitting fully on the ground. “I want to help you, please…” you said leaning your forehead on his arm. He stiffened…”please Silco” you said…

He made a little movement…making your head shoot up. He slowly lifted his head up….you gasped as his eyes….well eye finally looked at you.

His one side of his face, was completely skin and almost bone…his eye looked almost eaten away…completely black… you were horrified. Vander. The Sweet boy who took in Children who needed help. Vander…how could he do this…to his brother?

“Why….” You said staring at him…his neck had large hand marks you could easily tell who’s it was. “Why….” You said

He looked at you…his face wincing…”I did it for you” he said and your eye met his. Never leaving his…he talked slowly…almost like it hurt coming out. “He didn’t wanna fight…said it wasn’t for him anymore….you…..you don’t deserve that” he said and you stared at him your thumb rubbing circles on his arm.

“If anyone deserves a better life…it’s you….I did it….for you” he said and your tears finally making their way down your face. Even if your face was dripping wet…he could make out the difference. His hand came up and softly cupped your face, wiping away some of your tears. “You are my reason for fighting” he said hoarsely. You stared at him.

“Please don’t leave…” he said softly. He never begged. Never looked desperate. But there was a fire behind his eye. “I’m not leaving” you said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere.” You said sitting next to him….leaning on his shoulder.

The world felt small in that moment. Once a family was now just two. That didn’t matter though. “We will succeed. We will make them pay…” you said. His hand gripped yours and he stared at the sky. “We will succeed” he repeated.

It was only the two of you.

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[daniel-meyer-03]

Fucking sobbing... I loved it😭😭😭😭

Hope in a Bottle

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Pairing: AU!Silco x Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You had died many years ago, or at least that was true in Silco's world. He had learned to live without you but when graced with the opportunity to see you once again- he can't help but indulge.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, ANGST (but no seriously there are no happily ever afters), some fluff/comforting moments, suggestive themes.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,668

─ · · A/N: I cried like at least four times when writing this, this show HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD.

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Silco often thought about you in passing moments. These moments he remembered sharing with you amongst your friends and in the comfort of your arms used to be coated in blue that he would drown and surround himself in; but as your presence forever lingered in his mind blue turned to pink and rose-tinted glasses glossed over every moment- every memory with a certain degree of fondness that he would catch himself smiling even when no one was in the room.

You would always manage to light up the room, tell him a joke when he needed it most, told him off and raised him up. He put so much of himself into you into your presence that when you left... it was like he had to redefine who he was but forever remained unsuccessful.

Silco learned to live without you physically but that did not mean that your jacket was still not waiting for your return on the back of his couch or your glass still half-filled by the bedside. Your chair at the bar was always kept at the back, awaiting your return as you both shared kisses in the storage room. He would always remember how the stained glasses reflected in your eyes, the colour breaking across your skin in a forever radiant presence just like you.

Vander would catch Silco in these moments when wiping down the bar top or taking a walk down by the Zaun bay, overlooking the artificial lights and hints of sunlight being cast upon the black waters. Watching as the mans hand opened and tensed before falling back down to his side.

"You doing alright there. brother?" Vander asked in a soft tone as they both crossed over to topside for the day. Silco looked up, a strand of his hair falling from his salt and pepper hair- blowing with the wind. "We are always alright in the hope to be better, and when we get better we hope for it to stay only to be alright once again; stuck in the cycle of it all I find myself on the better side today."

Vander hums along to Silco's words as they stop at the various market stalls to see their offerings a few new bottles for the bar from another region across the sea and a bag of sweets for the kids in the area. The men are suddenly greeted with another body stepping in between the two and falling inline with their pace.

"And how are we doin'?" Powder asks with a wide smile, trying to squeeze her arms together to encompass both of their sides before turning around to walk backwards and hold conversation.

Silco winces as Power almost misses lamp post after lamp post by mere millimetres. "We are fine, just about to make our way back home actually. Anywhere your headed, young lady?" Silco teases, his voice sharing sincerity in every syllable.

Powder rolls her eyes before turning back around, head tilting over her shoulder before she disappears back amongst the crowd, "Going to see this new invention Echo has been telling me about!" Vander shakes his head with a loving stare where Powder had just stood.

"She's going to change the world one day, you know?" Vander says to the wind, hoping that it catches her ears but it only does Silcos.

"I'm afraid she already has for she is your own world," Silco comments, placing a hand on his friends shoulder before powering forwards. "I hate it when your always right," Vander teases before taking two long strides to catch back up.

"Well I perfected it only from the best." Both mens minds go directly back to you, smiling and twirling in the bar to a new record you had found on the topside. Somehow you had already known all the lyrics after this being your supposed first time listening to the piece.

"They always knew, huh," Vander says, looking down to catch Silco small smile. "Yes, but not everything I wanted them to..."

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When back in Zaun and at The Last Drop, bar-goers had already flooded the decorated space for tomorrow night it would be the inventions fair, a bar local already chosen to set the mood for the night and a few university members stationed with scholarships in mind.

Both Vander and Silco were excited to witness the extraordinary kids they knew have the opportunity to show their talents to others and hopefully the collective dream of them changing the world would come true but fate always had to make its presence known in the doorway.

Blue sparkled out of the corner of Silco's eye as he leaned against the bar top waiting to continue his conversation with Vander. A half eaten apple sat beside his notebook that he was picking away at while conducting the accounting for the month. His back burned with his age from being hunched over for so long as he stood up to stretch.

Laughs echoed throughout the bar, feet dancing against the wooden plank floors, drinks clashing and spilling against the tables as another gets thrown out the side door. Powder had left a few moments ago with Echo, a certain mischievous look in her eye that Silco did not find unusual at the time would only shock his system now when he caught from reflection in the glass of his amber filled cup.

Your name graced his lips, remembering the feel, imaging your warmth against his skin and to feel it, to see it. He thought to be surreal, to be going senile as he looked to Vander for support and only found him smiling with a wink before turning back around to serve another customer.

Your skin was a thousand colours coming to life in his eyes, his hand drifting from the back of your fingertips, up your arm to your shoulder, neck upon which you shiver and rest your forehead upon his own. "How I've missed you," words that he only hoped to hear, have only read to himself in comfort written by his own hand- a fantasy turned reality now spoken to truth between your very own lips that Silco had to claim.

You melted into his touch, decades without the familiarity- him haunting your body with memory of his touch now appearing as goosebumps in recognition. You smile against his lips, hand running up against the smooth fabric of his vest before lacing in the silver locks of his hair.

Out of breath, you both pant, hands still gripping one another tightly as if afraid the other would disappear once more. "I thought to have lost you, to be so alone for so long. Why is it now that you appear just when I was surviving once again off of scraps?" Silco asks into your ear, not wanting to break this moment between the two of you. Even when in a crowded bar, it is only the two of you present in this moment.

"I would ask myself the same questions when I came back alive thanks to the technology developed in my universe and by what force I have yet to know, I am forever thankful for returning me, my soul, back to you to rest finally," you speak through tears mixing with Silco's silent ones dripping down his cheekbones and falling against your clothes that stain the fabric dark.

"I should thank that force as well," Silco murmurs, lost in your eyes, brushing away your tears. "I think it best we have the rest of this conversation elsewhere," Silco grabs your hand before pulling you out of the bar. The cheers and claps becoming distant as he leads you back to his apartment.

He locks the door behind you both, watching as you gently let go of his hand and walk around his space. Your hand feels the leather of your jacket still sat in the same place where you left it, against the couch in a forgotten moment of need. You continue towards the kitchen, seeing the various crayon pictures of Violet and Powder attached to the fridge who Silco explained to you before walking towards the bedroom. Your glass still waiting for you beside an unopened bottle you remember gifting Silco for his birthday.

"Why did you never open it?" You ask, fingers tracing around the neck of the bottle coated in a layer of dust you blow from your fingertips. "You said not to open it without you there to try it, I kept to my promise in hope for an impossible day like today. It was a reminder of not to drain my hope as many other's do."

All you can do is nod before holding the bottle in between your hands, a sickness suddenly washes over you as you take in Silco's form leaning against the doorframe. His arms crossed, leg tucked over the other and the scar of his yellow eye glowing warmly- lighting up the room amongst the candles.

He expects you to open the bottle, you understand that in doing so means you are to stay but that is something you cannot do. Not when Echo and the Professor are building a time-machine, not when your world is about to erupt in ruins.

You want nothing more to indulge more than you already had into this word of perfection and wrongs written right but that would be a cruelty brought upon this world. You knew you shouldn't have gone up to him, kissed him, felt his skin upon you skin only to take it away like the hopes of everyone else who had died during this war.

But you were only human, your heart already shattered and in need of repair, of warmth and kindness but you would only be selfish just as much as those you were out to strike down. "I-I can't open the bottle Silco. I-" you start to sob, hands shaking before placing the bottle back upon the nightstand.

You bring your knees back up to your chest, breaths heavy as your head spins, blood starting to drip down your nose, the reflection of blue out of the corner of your eyes as you gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white as Silco runs over, falling to his knees as he begs to see your face.

"Please, whatever is the matter, darling?" Silco asks, the sweetness of his tone doing nothing but to further indulge your nausea as you spiral. "I shouldn't have come to you, have done any of this!" You shout, trying to shove the man away but Silco only stands, wrapping his arms around your body as you do your best to kick and shove him away.

You look over his shoulder, watching as the sunsets through the window and sheer blinds. "Silco," you sob, fingers digging into the material of his vest once again in a panic rather than in reverence. "Silco, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that this was not forever, that this will only be another memory and perhaps the once that hurts the most knowing that I left rather than was forced to..."

"Then let me hurt, allow me to bleed, allow me to weep for I have endless time for that but only a finite time to be truly happy. So please, indulge me, drink it all and leave me once more with the knowledge that you are out there somewhere in another place, alive. Please, please," Silco begs turn into whispers as you press your tears into his neck before leaving a lingering kiss.

"Until the sunrise we shall be happy in the night," you speak softly in between kisses, your vision still clouded in tears.

"Until the sunrise," Silco restates before capturing your lips once more and sighing heavily. The moons bask ignites you both, lighting the liquid in your bodies burn as you take pleasure in one another.

You feel him, your hearts and souls connecting, rekindling in what is only to be heartbreak that makes you both press harder into one another. Leave marks across each others skin and kiss them delicately afterwards. It is in you both taking a bath afterwards until the cold waters have you both frozen still in realization as the sun rises and fills the room. Its warmth lost as you pick up your clothes and leave your jacket leaning against the couch once more.

You stare at the empty bottle at the bedside and watch as Silco picks it up and looks at you through it was a wavering smile. "Goodbye, my love and know that it was always you my soul yearns for and you who I define myself as."

"I really wish this didn't have to be the end, Silco...." you try your best not to sob, chocking on your words yet standing firm in your positions knowing that comforting one another would only make the hurt worse than it already was burning. "...in another life, I can see how easily we could have had it all- could have been happy."

"I wouldn't want any other memories than the ones we share," you nod in agreement, your body shakes, skin burns in want as you reach for the cold handle that sends shivers down your spine.

"Goodbye, Silco, I love you, forevermore."

"And I you."

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The walk to Jinx's place is a long and cold one, a thousand pairs of eyes stare at you with their condolences. You refuse to meet any of their stares, knowing that by just one look you would be running back into his arms for comfort.

Echo and Heimerdinger are already there and waiting for you, Echo extends his hand and lifts you up onto the platform. A swirl of arcane magic mixed fits the seeds of that all-too-familiar blue have you floating with a scream as the Professor sacrifices himself with one last salute to you both. Echo holds you, the loss of today holding heavy yet his touch is not what you yearn for as you cry into his jacket, gripping the collar of it as colours swirl around your vision and you are brought back to the battlefield once more.

Bullets wiz past your had, another graces your cheek as your blood falls like tears against the broken pavement. The roar of a monster rumbles the ground as you sprint towards the closing barriers, throwing yourself over them and into a sea of dead blue enforcers.

Screams haunt your ears, echoing distantly through your memories and brought forth into reality as you step over cast aside limbs and guns. You watch as Vi ahed of you holds another as they take their final breaths, a machine gun makes you loose hearing in your left ear and next thing you knew, a burning sensation was coming from your right leg where a ghastly wound had planted itself.

Hoisting and forcing yourself to stand you carry forth with a limp and defend the entrance, holding cover and watching as the trojan horse gets rolled in through the barriers all you can feel is Silco's marks as you charge forwards with an unrelenting cry.

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Silco fell back into the bed and stayed in that exact same numb position until Vander came to find him, "You know, there was a part of me debating weather or not to distract you from 'em and theres a part of me now that regrets not doin' so."

"It wouldn't have mattered anyways, the hurt of not seeing them when I got the chance to would have hurt just as much if not more. But I appreciate the sentiment, brother," Silco responds, rolling the cork of the bottle in between his thumb and finger.

"Finally drank it, huh?" Vander comments, picking up the bottle from the stand as gently as possible between his large hands. All Silco can do is smile, a singular tear dripping down his cheek that gets cast away, "yeah, something like that."

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─ · · A/N: so... what did y'all think?

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[daniel-meyer-03]

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