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Terms of an Agreement - Chapter 2

Summary: Silco and Vander are happy. For the most part. In order to keep their dream of Zaun moving forward, they each have jobs that makes the other uncomfortable. And discomfort for Silco comes out in anger. Luckily, Vander is there to remind him that he has nothing to worry about.

Pairing: Established Silco/Vander, pre-betrayal

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: Vander uses actions rather than words to remind Silco that his heart belongs to him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Previous Chapter

CW: Shower sex, blowjobs, anal fingering, anal sex

Notes: A request from my bestie @sand-sea-and-fable! I posted this story in the new year, but never finished it. I wanted to re-work it (and finish it) for pride month. So, here is the first chapter of what will be a three-chapter novella. Happy Pride!

Warm, sticky steam enveloped Vander as he stepped inside the small, tiled room. He closed the door quietly behind him and tossed Silco’s shirt onto the rest of the dirty clothes piled by the toilet. He shrugged off his vest and began to undo his belt.

“Mind if I join you?”

Silco’s silhouette paused behind the shower curtain, considering.

“It’s your bathroom, too.”

Vander refused to bite on the passive aggressive statement and finished undressing, dropping his own clothes on top of Silco’s. Carefully, he slipped into the shower behind his partner, and sighed at the sensation of hot water against his skin. Silco’s back was to him, and his gaze raked down his slender form appreciatively.

Vander enjoyed all body types, but Silco was by far his favorite, the most beautiful. His silver eyes tracked the breadth of those sinewy, strong shoulders; down the narrowing planes of his back to a slim, slim waist. He lovingly smirked as his gaze dropped to Silco’s almost comically small, perfect ass. He loved to grope and bite those pert and round cheeks, like they were the sweetest pieces of fruit from the market. Below, his long and lean legs sprouted. Like the rest of him, the muscles there were cut close to the bone; their shapes and lines defined by Silco’s minimal amount of body fat.

Vander felt his cock stir, and he took a grounding breath. With practiced effort, he tamped down its excitement. He had to play this just right. Tentatively, he reached out to run the tips of his fingers down the knobs of Silco’s spine. The hands running through his hair stopped at the sudden touches, but he still did not turn to face Vander.

“I missed ya, Sil,” The Hound murmured.

He stepped closer. Vander’s skin tingled at the proximity, and he was quietly elated to see the skin on Silco’s shoulders pucker with goose flesh. Their bodies had always responded to each other. Long before they fell into bed even. The magnetic push and pull between undeniable and electric. He knew Silco felt it, too, by the small shift in his breathing. Something shallower, chesty. Instinctively excited.

Despite this, Silco snorted and reached for the bar of soap nestled in the shower’s corner. He began lathering his arms and chest with feverish attention.

“Did you now?”

Vander’s lips thinned, growing tired of Silco’s venom. So, he tried the same tactic, but with more vigor.

He sighed, dropping his head. His brow pressed against Silco’s damp crown. Giant hands settled on narrow hips and Silco stilled again. Only this time less with irritation, more curiosity.

“I did,” Vander said, and stepped closer.

Finally, their bodies to molded against one another. Vander’s heart thudded elatedly to feel Silco go ever so slightly slack against him. A bodily response even Silco’s conscious mind couldn’t fight against. Proof that they had been meant for each other, Vander thought.

“I haven’ seen ya for three days. I get fuckin’ worried sick when yer out there. By yerself.”

Silco began soaping himself up again. “You seemed to be managing just fine.”

“Sil – “

“Aren’t you needed up in the bar?”

Vander flinched at that. But he rallied, and slid his hands around Silco’s middle, drawing him in tightly against his belly and chest.

“Benzo’s got it covered,” he said, nuzzling at Silco’s temple, kissing the hair plastered there.

“Benzo can manage the bar, yes,” Silco scoffed, “but what about your friend?”

Vander loosed a weary sigh. “It’s just business, Sil. I didn’ know you’d be back t’night. An’ I didn’ know she was comin’ by.”

“I told you I’d be back in one to three days.”

“Yeah, an’ half the time ya say that an’ it ends up bein’ double.”

“Sometimes things happen – “

“I’m not blamin’ ya, Silco,” Vander insisted, firming his grip on his partner enough to spin him around. He took the soap and placed it in back in the corner. Silco glared up at him. “It’s just . . . we agreed. I let you do these missions – “

“You let me?”

“ – An’ I help Zaun on the home front by . . . well, ya know.” He waggled his head from side-to-side, not quite meeting Silco’s ire-filled glare. He sighed again. “It’s just business.”

“Yeah, well, it hurts me when you bring your ‘business’ into our home,” Silco spat. His glare became watery and he broke Vander’s gaze. “I know you are only doing what we agreed. I know it’s not . . . personal. I just . . . don’t want to see it,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the running water.

Vander’s face softened and he drew Silco closer to him, a large hand splayed on his lower back. His other hand cupped and lifted Silco’s chin, bringing their gazes together once again.

“’M sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’ mean to hurt you. I won’ bring it here anymore.”

After a moment, Silco’s face softened and he felt him give the tiniest nod against his palm. Slowly, Silco’s head dropped onto Vander’s chest and his arms looped around his broad back. Pleased, Vander readily returned the embrace, his heart relaxing as Silco’s poor mood was washed away.

“You missed me?” Silco coyly asked after a minute.

Vander chuckled. “You bet yer sweet ass I did.”

To make his point, he playfully pinched at Silco’s rear. The smaller man yipped and tried to pry himself out of Vander’s arms. But he was unable to escape from the hold. Not that he actually wanted to. The thrashing was mostly for show and play, his true intentions revealed by the devious grin hooking his lips.

Vander held tighter, and leaned down, closing the distance between them. As their lips met, Silco stopped wiggling and wound his arms around Vander’s shoulders. He pressed up into the kiss, nearly moaning into it.

Mentally, he was kicking himself for being such puddy in his partner’s hands.

Physically and emotionally, he was flint – Vander, the spark. Together, they became aflame with desire.

Silco slanted his thin lips against Vander’s full ones, his silver tongue flicking across his partner’s lower lip. A soft rumble rolled at the back of the Hound’s throat, and he thrust his own tongue forward. It slid across Silco’s and probed the roof of his mouth.

Silco couldn’t help it. He whined, Gods damn him. Gripping Vander’s shoulders tighter, he lifted himself onto his toes and tightened his arms. The action pressed their mouths together more intensely.

Insistently.

Desperately.

One of his hands slid up and fisted itself in Vander’s brown hair. His locks were smooth and thick between Silco’s fingers.

“Did ya miss me too,” Vander teased, pulling away to nip at his partner’s ear.

“Shut the fuck up,” hissed Silco, wrapping his lips around Vander’s throat and sucking fiercely.

He left his mark on the Hound. Then another.

Vander grunted and his hips tilted forward, his dick half hard and well on its way. He felt Silco’s own cock beginning to firm up and press into his lower abdomen. Vander’s balls tightened, and something small and excited fizzed tantalizingly low behind his navel. He wrestled Silco back into a kiss that was all tongue and lips. His right-hand slip down and around his partner’s small ass. His fingers pet the defined cut that bisected his buttock from his leg. And then slid lower. And under.

Silco started and gasped at the first tender stroke placed on that sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and anus. His hips pressed back into Vander’s digit. Vander did it again. And again. Each time, the swipe would end nearer and nearer toward that tight ring of muscle.

Silco whined and panted into Vander’s mouth, kisses becoming too wide and hungry. His cock grew and thrummed between them, the tip of him pointing up seeking attention. It was pressed between Vander’s flat, strong belly, and his own slender form. The pressure was as euphoric as it was maddening. Silco groaned, his hips rocking between Vander’s finger and stomach.

The Hound broke away and looked down between them.

“Janna Almighty, Sil,” he breathed, crowding his partner against the shower wall, and sinking to his knees.

Vander’s hands raked up and down Silco’s front – just as slim and defined as his back. In the glistening light of the bathroom, under the spray of water, the delicate cut of his physique glimmered and shone. Like starlight on the Pilt. Vander’s cock ached at the sight of him. He was so beautiful. How could he ever think Vander would prefer anyone to him?

His thumbs flicked Silco’s dusty pink – nearly mauve – nipples, and raked down his ribs. Silco shuddered. Not only at the sensation, but at the sight: The Hound of the Underground on his knees in front of him.

For him.

It made Silco feel loved. And powerful. He reached out and ran his hand threw Vander’s hair, guiding his head to tilt up. They looked at each other, eyelids heavy with lust, lips kiss-swollen. Vander grinned at Silco, and nuzzled the thatch of wiry hair near his hip crease. His erect cock caressed his cheek, it’s warmth and silkiness sending Vander’s stomach fluttering.

“I missed ya, Sil,” he murmured into the hipbone beneath his lips.

Then he licked a long, wide stripe up the groove of his hip flexor. Silco sighed and shuddered, his hips jutting forward into nothing. His cock seeking out something, anything. A low chuckle rippled through Vander’s throat as he shifted his head over – making a point to lightly drag his lips across the purpling head of Silco’s dick – to the other hip crease. Another teasing, erotic swipe of his tongue.

Silco grunted, the back of his head bumped against the tile. In frustration. In elation.

“Vander – “

Before he needed to ask, there was wet, delicious heat tracing the underside of his shaft. Then a seal around his head. Light suction before Vander bobbed his head down in increments, running his tongue along bulging veins, until he was nestled at the root of his partner.

Silco’s hands threaded through Vander’s hair as his eyes closed, his eyebrows pitching up in ecstasy. Vander drew back slightly, adjusted the angle of his head, relaxed his throat, and began a gentle rhythm.

Pleasure rattled up and down Silco’s spine as Vander repeatedly swallowed around his cock. When his hips jerked forward, Vander’s hands gently, but firmly, held Silco in place. A touch that said ‘I got this. Let me take care of you.’ He created a particularly tight seal and swirled his tongue around Silco’s flushed glans. A gesture to assure, tease, elate, and promise.

“Y-yes-s,” Silco moaned, scraping his nails against Vander’s scalp.

Vander hummed in thanks and the sound vibrated through Silco’s sensitive cock wonderfully; another bolt of pleasure rocketing up his spine, his abdominal muscles flexing excitedly. Slowly, Silco’s mind began to wobble under the pressure of pleasure. The usually tight and methodical hold he had on his words unraveling as Vander’s actions unspooled him.

“I missed you, Vander,” he whispered up toward the ceiling.

Vander hummed, pleased. His right hand stroked down Silco’s thigh once, twice, before carefully lifting the back of his knee, and slinging his leg over his shoulder. Before Silco could question what he was on about, there was a gentle press against his anus. He gasped, and accidentally pulled Vander’s hair. He winced, but chuckled around Silco and pressed his index finger against him again, circling. His heart soared when the tip of his digit was welcomed in. Water was fine, but it wasn’t lube. So, Vander very slowly and very gently pumped his fingertip in and out. Above him, Silco whimpered and cursed, his body opening effortlessly. His hips pressed down as he took in Vander to the second knuckle.

“Faster,” he ordered. Although, Vander knew it was a plead.

He obliged, pumping his finger in and out in time with the contracting of his throat. Silco’s thighs began to tremble.

“Another. Give me another.”

Vander pulled off Silco’s cock, a thick string of drool hung between its head and his bottom lip. He grasped the shaft in his left hand and began a languid, but steady pace. Hand jobs were easier to give when his attention needed to be elsewhere. His middle finger zipped up tightly against his index, and the pair slowly breached Silco’s opening.

Silco flung his head back and moaned, fighting the urge to just sit on Vander’s hand. His cock pulsed. Vander’s fingers bottomed out, and a sly grin cut across his face as the pad of his middle digit lightly pressed against that spot he knew so, so well. Silco jerked and choked. Vander drew his fingers back and slid them in again and again, each time brushing that knot of nerves with more conviction.

Vander smiled as he watched his usually calm and collected lover become more and more undone. Silco’s face pink with pleasure and open; his slender body trembling. He looked so good like this. And it was only for Vander. Gods above, he loved him.

With the pace set, Vander prepared to take Silco back in his mouth. To finish him off and take his cum down his throat. But as his lips pressed against the tip of him, Silco batted him away.

“No,” he gasped, shaking his head. “No, no. I want – I want you inside.”

Vander’s heart leapt. He chuckled, “I am inside ya, Sil.”

He rubbed the tips of his fingers against his prostate pointedly. Silco cried out and ground his hips against Vander’s hand, before reluctantly lifting off of it.

“The other way,” he panted, swinging his leg off Vander’s shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed you.”

Silco couldn’t bring himself to care how desperate he sounded. He had missed Vander. Had missed being with him in all the ways people in love got to be with each other. He missed the intimacy, missed the sex, missed his cock. It was all true. He would deal with the vulnerability hang over later. Right now, with his prostate and dick well-primed, he just needed to be fucked by Vander.

As Silco pulled away, Vander was reminded of his own dick. He’d been so wrapped up in and around Silco, he’d forgotten his own turgid member. Since dropping to his knees, it had grown and swelled in the wake of the sounds and sensations of his lover. It ached and dribbled.

Vander took himself up in his own hand. He allowed himself a couple strokes to soothe the pressure in his rock-hard dick. He stood, cock bobbing proudly before him, and turned toward Silco.

His partner was bent over at the waist, hands braced on the tiled wall, that perfect ass presented and ready. Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, hazy and lust-filled. Vander’s mouth went dry with want. He surged forward and grabbed Silco’s narrow hips.

He curled over his back and whispered, “’M gonna make ya feel so good.”

“You better,” Silco purred, tilting the cleft of his ass to catch the cock prodding him.

Vander laughed lowly, before taking hold and guiding himself toward Silco’s winking hole. A zip of pleasure rocketed up from his toes to the crown of his head as the tip of him was pulled in.

Heaven. Silco felt like heaven, if there was such a place. Vander drew back before pressing forward again, digging deeper. He didn’t suppose he’d ever make it to heaven, but he didn’t care. Not when he could hold it in his arms; not when he could be wrapped up in it, feel it from the inside out.

After another couple rocks and sways, Vander was seated to the hilt – his pubic hair scratching at Silco’s cheeks, his heavy balls caressing the back of his slender thighs. Vander sighed in relief and bent over, resting his forehead between Silco’s shoulder blades. Beneath him, the smaller man trembled and panted.

“Ya okay?”

“More than okay. Move. Please.”

“Anything fer you.”

Vander kissed between his shoulder blades and stood. With a secure hold on Silco’s hips, he began steadily thrusting back and forth. The sound of wet skin slapping together rang throughout the bathroom. Vander’s grunts and Silco’s whines were quick to join, the small space becoming a cacophony of pleasure. Neither had enough bandwidth to consider or care if the sound of their love-making traveled up to the bar.

Silco’s nails scraped against the tile wall. His ribcage swung frantically with his breath, like the bellows that kept the furnaces alive in Augmentation Alley. Intense pleasure built up his spine like a heating thermostat; his cock jumped and dripped. With each pass and press of Vander’s dick against his insides, he didn’t know whether to push back or pull away. His thighs began to tremble, his knees began to knock.

“Fuck, Sil,” Vander gasped behind him. “So tight. So. Fucking. Good.”

He grit his teeth and increased the pace. The now relentless pressure on his prostate had Silco crying out. His back bowed at an intense angle. He babbled and agreed.

“Vander!” Silco cried. “I ne – I need – “

“I gotcha, Love,” Vander assured.

His right hand released Silco’s hip and swooped under him. He took a hold of his impossibly rigid cock, and the smaller man moaned and bobbled his head up and down. With a tight fist, he began stroking him. Silco gasped and pleaded and rocked his hips into Vander’s hold.

“Yes yes yes yes – hng – YES!”

Silco came with a cry, ropes of himself splattering over Vander’s fingers and against the tub.

After working him through his orgasm, Vander made to pull out, but Silco reached his hand back and grabbed his thick wrist.

“No. Inside. Inside, please,” he breathlessly asked. And then, with more snark, “You’re not done making me feel good.”

A grin that toed the line between sweet and wicked curled Vander’s lips, and he renewed his grip on Silco. Truthfully, he was grateful for the request. There was something about finishing inside his partner that felt untouchably intimate.

Vander set a vigorous pace, as much for himself as it was for Silco. The muscles cradling his cock squeezed and massaged the length of him. The fizzing behind his navel swelled and bubbled in mounting pleasure.

“Oh, Gods, Vander,” Silco warbled, the repeated pressure against his prostate threatening another release. Vander’s hips stuttered. His cock swelled. “Fuck, I love you.”

Vander erupted at the proclamation. Yelling in relief as he unloaded inside of Silco, his hips rutting against his backside. The firm, consistent sensation of Vander’s cock massaging him, coupled with the feeling of the seed filling him up, tipped Silco over the edge for a second time. He moaned lowly as the deep, gooey feeling of release seeped through his muscles and bones, threatening to shake his legs right out from under him.

Before he could slip away, strong arms were gathering him up and lifting him away from the wall. Vander pulled Silco into his chest, his softening dick slowly slipping out of him. He winced at the emptiness and sighed. Vander kissed his temple and held him tighter.

“I missed ya, Sil. I love you, too.”

Silco hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms over Vander’s. He turned his head, and Vander ducked down, kissing him softly.

Belatedly, Silco heard the patter of the shower. Then he felt the water. He’d forgotten where they were. He shivered.

“The water’s gone cold,” he said against Vander’s lips.

The Hound huffed a small laugh, and reached behind him to turn off the spigot. “Let’s get ya into some warm clothes, yeah?”

Silco smiled and nodded, following his partner out of the tub.

Notes: Well, I think Silco's world has been thoroughly rocked, wouldn't you say?

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Coming Up Next: Silco reminds Vander to whom he belongs

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sandraharissa · 3 months

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ig it's time for me to share my headcanons but also at this point prediction when it comes to Vander and Silco's relationship cos there's plenty of things I assume about them cos we know next to nothing. We know they used to be 'brothers', that they co-lead the uprising, believed in the Nation of Zaun and at some point Vander tried to drown him.

So first of all, and while I don't think this is controversial it is a speculation, I don't think they're bio or adopted brothers, I think they were brothers in arms. more on that later.

If they were each other's closest person, and that's what it sounds like, and they led an uprising together, then I assume they also lived together in the Last Drop before the betrayal. Started/owned it together. There's even a line about how Vander built the Lanes, so bcos they were co-leading back then and out of the two Silco is the one with talent for business, I assume it's really 'Vander and Silco built the Lanes' cos the Lanes are a black market. When you think about it Silco going on to sell Shimmer isn't that dissimilar to him (and Vander) starting an illegal bar where there used to be none at all before. Both alcohol and drugs are highly addictive substances that sell like hot cakes.

Silco keeps on repeating these lines like "The sons and daughters of Zaun deserve more than their runoff.", "You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us.", "We came from a world where there was never enough to go around, Finn. That is why we fight. Do you remember?" and so I get the impression during the first uprising he experienced this kind of comradery and unity with other ppl from the Undercity, but then the betrayal erased that. So while he still believes in it and somehow values it it's not how he currently functions at all. All his business and relations are based on money or violence, he doesn't rely on trust or loyalty cos the person he trusted the most tried to murder him.

Which bring me to my next point, I think that the betrayal resulted in a split where Vander got everything and Silco got nothing. In one moment Silco loses his whole support system and his home and everything he ever owned. The line "What is truth, but a survivor's story?" really solidifies it for me that Vander probs came up with some sort of lie so Silco had no business going back to the Lanes cos no one would take his side.

Which btw would also contribute to his 'we can't trust anyone' mentality and the isolation it brings cos if that happened then by the time of act I he seemingly just accepts his bad reputation and decides that it doesn't matter what ppl think cos he's not gonna trust them or value their opinion anyway. He essentially considers Vander a traitor but we never see him trying to publicly smear his reputation for the sake of improving his own. Vander actually even gets a statue built for him. The only exception to that seems to be Sevika who's present for when Vander corroborates Silco's version of events. Which could have been the final nail in the coffin for her (I think it's very likely she, Vander and Silco go all the way back, so she could have been one of the ppl Vander lied to about Silco).

With no one, homeless and with a rotting eye Silco hides somewhere in the caves and finds Singed, who heals him for free and likely treats it as an opportunity to study a unique malady. He probs surgically removes Silco's eyelids and supplies him with Shimmer (or an alternative, or maybe Shimmer-as-medicine was discovered by Singed before Shimmer-as-weapon). They start working together (and living together at the giant window base that could have originally been just Singed's lab). Bcos Silco in act I already has gold to pay Marcus with, I assume he was already up to some other business venture in between the betrayal and Shimmer. He probs funded Singed already at this point and so Singed worked on building him weapons. Upon Silco taking over the Last Drop he moves there permanently cos he doesn't need to crash at Singed's place anymore.

Now to the most self-indulgent but also imo super likely part (unless s2 drastically changes our perception of their relationship ig). Vander and Silco seem to me like platonic life partners. They spent what was probs years building a life and a home and a future together. They don't know the term queerplatonic and so they say 'brother' instead. Or maybe they were in love with each other but were in denial cos they didn't want to fuck each other cos they're aces. Anyway, I interpret them both as falling somewhere on the aroace spectrum. Imo them being two a-specs in a relationship is the most canon compliant interpretation of their relationship, more than them being gay or straight bros. It just fits so perfectly where 'straight bros' or 'gay' don't fully explain their relationship as we know it right now. How many gay ppl call the person they're in love with 'brother'? ig you could argue gay ppl sometimes get confused lol. Similarly how many straight friends attempt to live a life together (as roommates *gasp*) only with each other and never with any significant other?

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beaulesbian · 10 months

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give nami a giant mermaid princess girlfriend!

no seriously, when shirohashi said about vander decker he "wasn't her type" (he's just all kinds of yikes)

and then after the whole backstory, nami and the crew is asking shirohashi about her ability to talk with the neptunians, and about her mother, these two just

"we've only just met, but i feel so at peace around you."

"i guess we have some things in common."

cute!! <33

also next panel, shirohashi letting nami (and chopper) on her hand

#its just cute #one piece #one piece chapter 627 #nami #nami one piece #princess shirahoshi #mine #nami and shirohashi's storylines in fishman island especially are so interesting!#gif:op manga

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Hiii, can u make a one shot of having a beach day with powder 🐢?

(Yo! Sorry this took so long but I also was lazy and didn't write a oneshot, just headcannons. This may get a oneshot in the future tho. I also a sorta modern au? Anyways, enjoy!)

Let me get this clear, it's the most fun, chaotic and blood pressure spiking day anyone in this family has ever endured

Vander packed food, Benzo packed essentials, and Silco watched them pack while buying shit for his favorite niece Powder

But Silco forces everyone to wear sunscreen

Powder liked collecting the seashells around

She had like this toy sifter and would go around and sift out the sand to find those little sand bugs and seashells

Vi goes out and collects sea shells for her sister out farther from shore

Powder 10/10 loves the wildlife around there

She finds a crab and throws it at you.

Names it Jeremiah, gives him a mission, and throws him at you

There is no mercy.

She and you dig a hole, a giant one at that

She saw a video online where you cover it with a towel and wait

Your victims were Vi and Ekko

They both just walked over and BOOM

Both their asses down in the ground

Vi was yelling at you guys as she had to lit Ekko out to go get Vander

And you guys dug a MASSIVE hole

A deep one too so much so that Vander laughed so hard when he saw Vi down there

Had to pull her up with Benzos help

Ekko found it funny while Vi did not

Vi chased you both around for the longest time before you both hid from her with Silco

Man's was determined to hide you both, you guys are his favorite

He doesn't hide it either

Powder love, love LOVES making elaborate sand castles

It's a full on job

She forces everyone to participate

It's like a construction site

Forces everyone to have a job

And if anyone breaks a part or messed up, Powder is scary man

Takes her sand castles very seriously

Powder also burries you in the sand

Promises to get you out but doesn't hold up her promise

She finds Jeremiah and leaves him there with you as your stuck in the ground

Vi also picks up Powder and body slams her sister into the big ass waves crashing into them

Powder nearly drowns and has to be saved because she inhaled salt water

A better part of the day is going under water for a minute with goggles on and laying on the sand while looking up through the waves

It's so pretty and she loves it while she can before you both have to go up for air

Powder is that child to be playing mermaids with

She gives the game lore and everything

She finds seaweed and stares at Mylo for a hot minute before she chases after him with it

Mylo hates seaweed with a burnjng passion, the feeling of it is just his major ick

Powder is also one to play chicken fight with you

She's on Vi's shoulders while you are on Claggor's

She loses

And Powder is PETTY asf

She almost drowns you guys with water guns while she forces Vander to be on her side

Vander is just happy to torture his kids

In a fun way tho it's okay sweetie

Also, right when everyone starts to pack up for the day and head home

Vander does a head count and misses three people

You, Powder and Ekko were all missing

Most definitely had an "Oh, shit." Moment

Silco is yelling, Vi is panicking, Benzo is looking for his kid, Claggors is having a panic attack, and Mylo couldn't give two shits

Less kids to annoy him

But he is the one to first point it out

"Found them."

"Where?!"

Everyone just watched as he points out to sea and looked in horror to see you, Powder and Ekko drifting away on a watermelon floatie

Ekko is waving happily and Powders playing ship captain and you're paddling away with your feet

Que everyone having to run out and swim to go get your asses

Once you gets almost drowned, get scolded, Silco breaks it up

"How dare you yell at them!"

That's him all the time

Is the meme of the dad holding his kid in towels as everyone is just annoyed

But out of everything, it was an amazing day with the people you love most

Vander just needs to now take blood pressure medication

Vi won't let Powder go

Ekkos grounded, but happily

Mylo still couldn't give two shits

Silcos proud

Benzo found it funny

And Claggor is in therapy

You?

Powder brought Jeremiah back

…run.

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distantdarlings · 4 months

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WITH THE BAND // vi arcane

RATING: PG-13 / 2.2K WORDS

Vi Arcane x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - For the first time ever, your band is performing at The Last Drop. But the memories of your time spent there under Vander’s ownership come flooding back. *Heavily inspired by ‘I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend’ by Cameron Hayes. Imagine the reader singing this while reading*

+ WARNINGS - Language, Kissing, mentions of trauma + PTSD, passing mentions of death (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC -

I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend - Cameron Hayes

Hey y’all! I just wanted to say I’m trying this out as I’m hyper fixated on Arcane rn lol. But don’t worry, I’m still primarily writing for the Slytherin boys and will be working on requests later this week!

- - -

The deep blue lights that hovered over the backstage area made the whites of your guitar glow like a beacon.

Your fingers traced over the curves of its body, skin stuttering over miscellaneous bits of old tape stuck to its polished wooden hull.

The performance manager for The Last Drop stood before the crowd, just beyond the crack in the giant black drapes that separated you and the band from the spotlights. He shouted excitedly into a rusty microphone, announcing your band.

You’d never performed here before, considering this was only your second gig ever, but everyone knew that The Last Drop was the spot in the Undercity. If you wanted to get anywhere, you had to perform there. If you didn’t, you’d surely never see your band’s name splashed on a record.

“Ladies and gentlemen and everything in between, please welcome them to the stage!”

The drapes split farther down the middle, creating an entrance. Your band walked ahead of you—three members, and then yourself. Your bassist, Irena, glanced back at you and raised an eyebrow. You were a bit distracted and she could tell. You couldn’t help it, though.

You’d never performed here, but you’d been here a number of times. Deep, detailed memories had taken root in your brain long ago, forcing you to relive them everyday.

As you stepped into the spotlights and caught a glimpse of the full room, you began to nervously chew at your lip, the cold metal of your lip ring slipping between your teeth.

Flashes of her hands brushing against your arms, your first kiss, and your first love, slid across your eyes. You knew she wouldn’t be here—that she was gone. You’d heard a thousand rumors about what had happened to Vi—that she’d run away, become a Shimmer junkie, and even died. There was no clear answer, and you feared there never would be.

All that was left of Violet in your world was grief. Being back here only exacerbated that, and you didn’t bother to explain that to your band mates. It wasn’t really any of their concern, and you didn’t want them to think you’d be too distracted to perform. You weren’t.

You stepped up to the microphone, clutching the neck of your guitar to distract you from any further pesky memories.

“Hey, y’all! Thank you for having us! We’ve got a few things prepared for you tonight, and you can decide at the end if you like us enough to bring us back!”

A decent applause with a few laughs scattered about echoed in the room. The sliding of glasses across wooden bar tops and drunken shouting created a dirty ambience for the start of your song—the first one you ever wrote.

It was the first one you ever pitched to the band, as well. It seemed to do the best at the last show you did, and your band mates insisted on playing it tonight. The only problem was, of course, that you had written it about Vi. It was back when you were sixteen with her, learning everything you knew about the world, stealing, family, and love. You could almost taste her on your lips.

Vi had been your first kiss and you’d never forgotten it. And probably never would.

You leaned into the mic and began to sing, feeling the energy of the music behind you, and strumming the low chords. And you watched as dozens of people danced and swayed and kissed to the song you’d written for her. Even worse was that no one even knew who it was truly about, because you’d changed her name. No one knew Hannah because she didn’t exist—‘Hannah’ was Vi.

It was pathetic but it was the best way to get your feelings out back then.

Your drummer picked up the pace as you laid into the bridge.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, watching every person who dared to love another to your music. It felt far more intimate than it should have. You loved the effect music could have on people, especially when it was something you’d created. Even if it was something you partially regretted making.

There was a girl walking through the crowd. She was pretty and seemed focused on something, as if she had somewhere important to be. Sleek blue-black hair reflected the neon lights from all around the room and nearly distracted you from the woman just behind her. Flaming magenta hair.

You glanced away lazily before double-taking and flipping your head back to the two women. The dark-haired girl and the…holy shit. It was Violet. It had to be. There was no way it was anyone else. It couldn’t be.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled through the rest of the song, your lips hardly remembering how to form words.

Your voice rose in pitch a bit as you came to the end of the song. At the rise in volume, Vi glanced up at the stage and made eye contact with you. Just as you had done, she saw you, looked away, then quickly looked back.

Her eyes widened as she stopped dead in the center of the crowd. The girl with her realized that Vi was no longer behind her and looked back, trying to spot the woman.

You could hardly breathe beneath the woman’s gaze. I wanna be your bitch.

You could’ve sworn she smirked before disappearing behind the stage with the other girl.

A weight removed itself from your chest as you continued to scream your hidden confessions to the world. Then the song was done and you were calling time-out.

You practically dropped your guitar off of you and sprinted back through the drapes. Your band mates seemed confused but shrugged and mingled anyway. No matter if they wanted to get this set over, you knew they’d enjoy a few drinks while they were waiting on you.

Head spinning, you tore through the backstage, pushing past all employees of The Last Drop, groupies, and the performance manager who were all in varying stages of non-sobriety. You couldn’t breathe.

You slammed through the door that led to a long winding hallway—barely lit by dirty, blinking light bulbs of all colors—that connected to the dressing rooms.

The black-haired girl was standing in the middle of the hallway. Her arms were crossed, her eyebrows scrunched together, and her face thoughtful. You weren’t thinking straight in the slightest.

“Hey! Where did she go?” you said, stepping right in front of her. Her eyes widened in surprise and glanced around awkwardly.

“Er, who?”

“Vi—she was with you!” you breathed. “I saw her—”

The sound of your name shut you up immediately. Your lips snapped shut as you turned to look behind you. Standing there in all of her glory, was Violet. The girl who’d left you behind, who’d given you everything, and who had taken it away.

“V-Violet?” your voice stuttered and cracked beneath the tears welling in your throat and eyes.

“It’s me,” she breathed, smiling genuinely. A small sob left you as you pressed yourself into her quickly. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, her scent encompassing you like a blanket. Though it had been years, she still smelled the exact same. The floral and metallic tones circled in your head, stirring up every memory it could. Your heartstrings strummed like your guitar.

The force of your shaking hug sent the two of you off-balance and crashing into the wall behind her.

“I thought you were dead,” you shuddered into her shoulder, tears soaking the fabric of her jacket.

“I tried to come back…I was arrested.” Her voice was just as comforting as it had always been. You kept her clutched between the wall and your body, refusing to let her go as if she was going to disappear from you again.

She hadn’t become a junkie, or run away, or died, or abandoned you in any way. She had been arrested and tried to come back. All those years you spent hating her for leaving you had been for nothing. You felt so guilty.

Your fingers clutched deeper into her jacket, never wanting to let go again. Nearly a decade of time had passed since you’d last seen her, yet you had retained every feeling you’d ever had for her. In your love’s eye, it was as if no time had passed at all.

When you finally pulled away from her, the only sound was the flickering light bulbs and the distant footsteps of her dark-haired partner leaving. You had no idea who she was—holy fuck, was Vi with a new girl now? And you’d just grabbed onto her like this?

“Vi, was she—? Are you with that girl?” You glanced down the hallway.

“No,” she whispered. You looked back at her. Her voice was deeper and more like a whisper. When you found her eyes again, they were dark and lidded. A breath of lust blew past your body as her expression reminded you so deeply of that night when you’d first kissed her.

“I’ve waited for this moment since I was taken,” she whispered, her voice sending cold chills down your arms. “Every night…dreams of you—they were the only thing keeping me going in there. I waited and waited until I could touch you again.”

“Vi,” you breathed. The two of you were inches apart now. Her arms were still wrapped so tightly around you, demanding you stay pressed against her. Her lips were parted and halfway into a smirk.

So many emotions flashed through your body, you didn’t know what to do. Grief to relief to adoration to burning, hot lust was an insane pipeline that was making your head rattle like a drum.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered. “Please.”

You shuddered against her, wanting so badly to say yes but terrified that this was some kind of joke. Perhaps this was a dream and you’d wake up any second.

Unable to form any words, you nodded breathlessly. There was only a moment or so before she seemed to inhale the world and then exhale into you.

Her lips pressed to yours in a fiery passion. Your hands captured her jawline, fingers crawling into her hair, scratching against her scalp. A moan of surprise echoed against your mouth.

Her hands wrapped around your face just as yours and done to her. With the smallest amount of her strength, she managed to push herself away from the wall and roll you into her previous position. She pressed her body into yours, caging you between her and the cold wall.

Your lips moved in tandem, panting and wanting, never able to get enough of the other.

The thought of ever pulling away from her felt like someone had stabbed you in the gut. Everything about her, everything that you had craved for the last several years, had manifested itself tonight. If you lost it again, you didn’t know what to do

It was almost too much. The familiar scents, the muffled music blasting from the front room, the flickering reds and blues all around you, and her. It felt like nothing bad had ever happened to you—that you were back in The Last Drop because you were fooling around with Vi whilst waiting for Vander to blend the both of you a virgin cherry margarita. It was sickeningly sweet, like a syrupy medication you were forced to choke down. You knew it would make you feel better but it was painful to handle.

When Vi finally pulled away, you gasped silently. Your head spun with a dizzying lack of oxygen, stolen by the girl in front of you. If it weren’t for the girl before you holding you up against the wall, you were sure you’d have collapsed by now. You could hardly breathe.

“Violet,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

“I’m here.” Her thumbs gently caressed your temple, swiping through small beads of sweat.

“When you left…,” you choked, holding sobs back. “I never thought I’d see you again. I thought you’d—thought you’d…died.”

A small tear had betrayed your facade and slithered its way down your cheek and down across her strong wrists. You could see tears pooling in her eyes as well.

“I know,” she shuddered. “I tried to come back to you. I swear I did.”

You nodded sadly. You could appreciate that she did, you just wish it never had to happen. All of it.

“Please don’t go again,” you whispered. You placed a hand around her wrist, holding it to your cheek. “I couldn’t do it again.”

She smiled sadly, the pools in her eyes threatening to spill over. You raised your hands to her cheeks and pressed gentle thumbs beneath her eyelids, catching the small tears there.

“I’ll never leave you again, even if I have to kill to get back to you.”

She pressed a kiss to your forehead and pressed your face into her chest. She rested her chin atop your head and hummed lightly, drawing sweet circles against the skin on your back. Your heart swelled with adoration and, though you knew it’d burst and never fix itself if she left again, you couldn’t help but fall to your knees in the presence of the woman you love and had always loved.

#fanfiction #creative writing #fanfic #writing #reader insert #oneshot #fem reader #arcane #league of legends #vi arcane #violet arcane #wlw #arcane netflix

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year

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(FE: Engage) Alear / Crossover Emblem Rings

Honestly, I couldn't really think of anything unique for a reverse situation, so instead, I raise you Alear meeting even more crossovers, cause apparently I can never escape my insatiable hunger for mixing games/show together.

Hope you enjoy, @unknownsymbol367!

Awakening:

(Vander) "Hm. I have never heard of this Emblem, but perhaps we should go ahead with the incantation?"

Alear nodded.

(Alear) "May all your blessings find their way their way to us, Emblem of the Witch!"

From the ring burst forward a giant being of steel, alongside a small red haired girl. She began to panic as her arms flailed in a pattern.

(Suletta) "I-IT CAN FLY! IT CAN DANCE! AERIAL!"

She froze in a pose with arms outstretched, clearly panting and showing signs that she was about to fall over. Which was impressive, given she was just a manifestation and not a physical being.

(Alear) "..."

(Vander) "..."

(Suletta) "..."

Alear and Vander stared at the girl silently, not entirely sure what to make of the situation.

(Alear) "...M-My name is Alear, and this is Vander. We require your help miss...Aerial?"

(Suletta) "U-U-Um...! Aerial is my sister. M-M-My name is S-Suletta!"

(Vander) "Are you alright? You seem to be sweating a concerning amount."

Alear rose her eyebrow in confusion, silently whispering to the side.

(Alear) "...Marth, are you able to sweat?"

(Marth) "No, we're not...Just a moment."

Marth floated over to Suletta, which she recoiled at the sight of him suddenly materializing in front of them. However, the steel giant known as "Aerial" seemed to have its eyes glow in response.

(Marth) "I am Emblem Marth, we are on a mission to defeat the Fell Dragon. May we count on both of you?"

Suletta looked incredibly nervous before looking at Aerial, whose eyes flashed again. Though no one heard any noise come from the being, Suletta suddenly had a determined expression.

(Suletta) "Right, if I run, I gain one. Move forward, and gain two!"

(Alear) "Hah, I think I quite like that saying. We're lucky to have you!"

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Supports:

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Alear

(Suletta) "I heard your mother was a wonderful person. I-I'm really sorry to hear what happened..."

(Alear) "Thank you, Suletta. I'm glad you still have your mother, and your sister to support you."

...

(Alear) "Suletta, I swear I'm hearing someone else talk to me whenever it's just us..."

(Suletta) "Hm? Oh, that's just Aerial saying hello! She's louder on some days more than others."

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Clanne

(Suletta) "W-wow! You're so young! Reminds me of Chuchu..."

(Clanne) "From what I've heard of your friend, I don't want to make her angry...!"

...

(Clanne) "You say you pilot Aerial? That must take an incredible strain on your body."

(Suletta) "I've never really noticed a physical strain on myself with Aerial before. I-Is that normal? T-There's nothing wrong with me r-right?!"

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Chloé

(Chloé) "You always seem so cheerful when having lunch with us, Suletta. I only wish we could let you have some of the local cuisine as well!"

(Suletta) "T-Thank you for the offer miss Chloé, b-but I must decline! Grilled rat seems..." shudders

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Rosado

(Rosado) "Aerial looks absolutely adorable! But, I think she could use a few more ribbons on her. What do you say, Suletta?"

(Suletta) "Adorable? I don't think I've heard anyone call her that. Maybe we can spruce the cockpit up? I'm afraid the ribbons might get burnt up by the beams or the thrusters..."

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Lucina

(Lucina) "Hah, looking at you talk to Aerial reminds me of my own family."

(Suletta) "Do you think my mom can meet yours? I'm sure she'd love to meet them!"

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Victory Quotes:

"It can fly, it can dance! Aerial!"

"Move forward, gain two!"

"The only result is the truth!"

Awakening:

Alear, Marth and Vander looked at the ring with growing concern. What kind of ring to help defeat the Fell Dragon would be called the "Emblem of Calamity"? And the incantation didn't help put aside fears either.

Alear sighed before he nodded. It's better they have it than the enemy.

(Alear) "Devour our foes, Emblem of Calamity!"

A long black haired woman emerged from the ring, clothes and cape visibly torn as she stoically turned towards the group.

(Velvet) "...Who are you supposed to be?"

(Alear) "My name is Alear. We're on a mission to defeat the Fell Dragon, thus we have summoned you."

(Velvet) "You know my title and you still chose to summon me? You're clearly desperate."

(Vander) "You will not address the Divine One that way!"

Velvet's eyes glanced over to Vander, visibly getting more annoyed.

(Velvet) "If you want my help, then suck it up. Or should I eat you too?"

(Marth) "We can all be friends, Miss Velvet."

(Velvet) "I'm not here to make friends. I just want one person in my world dead...Alear, right? What is your plan for the world once this Fell Dragon is gone?"

(Alear) "To work towards a brighter future?"

(Velvet) "Not dictated by reason?"

(Alear) "Dictated by...? N-No. Peace."

(Velvet) "...I suppose that'll do for now. Let's get moving."

(Alear) "Thank you, Velvet."

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Supports:

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Alear

(Alear) "You put up such a harsh exterior, but you're quite kind! I've seen how you speak with Jean and Clan-"

(Velvet) "Tch, I have no idea what you're talking about. Spread any rumours like that, and I won't hesitate to eat you."

...

(Velvet) "I appreciate that you clean your own room despite having servants. Not a half bad job of keeping it tidy, either."

(Alear) "It just never felt right to me, letting someone else do all the work...Y-You're glaring at my bed pretty badly there. Is something wrong?"

(Velvet) "Who ironed your bed? It's covered in wrinkles! You need to properly-..."

(Alear) "Hah, Velvet, it's all right!...V-Velvet? Wow, she's still going on about the proper technique..."

...

Jean

(Jean) "ACK! H-Hi, Velvet...D-Did I do something wrong? You're staring at me."

(Velvet) "...Nothing. Sorry."

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Alcryst

(Velvet) "I'm only gonna say this once. Knock it off with that self deprecating crap and you mean the world to your brother."

(Alcryst) "H-Huh? But-"

(Velvet) "Shut up and let me finish. In a war like this, you don't know what will happen. So cherish the time you have with him, and remember he'd never forgive himself if you get yourself killed."

(Alcryst) "...R-Right." ...Why did she look so sad saying that?

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Louis

(Velvet) "...Watch where your eyes wander, Louis, or else I'll gouge them out."

(Louis) "Oh, apologies if I have offended you, Velvet! I was merely observing the way you speak to others."

(Velvet) "Tch, even Phi has more tact than you..."

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Kagetsu

(Kagetsu) "Ah, thank you for the sparring, Velvet! It was quite the thrill to finally fight you!"

(Velvet) "Hmph. You remind me of someone back home..."

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Goldmary

(Goldmary) "Have you no shame, Velvet? I must acquire you a new set of clothes this instant! With my taste, you'll be wowing men in no ti-"

(Velvet) "Touch my clothes, and I'll eat you."

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Bunet

(Bunet) "Why, your recipe has come out spectactularly! How did you acquire such skills?!"

(Velvet) "Heh, I learned from my sister, who learned it from my mother. All of our cooking is passed down. Too bad I can't cook it myself...Not that I could taste it anyway."

===

Victory Quotes:

"No mercy!"

"Show's over."

"Is that all? That was barely a fight."

Awakening:

Alear felt a burning rage from within the ring just holding it. Whoever was inside would make a strong ally indeed.

(Alear) "Receive us, O Emblem of the Dragon!"

A man in a gray suit slowly rose from the ring, turning and cracking his knuckles.

(Kiryu) "My name is Kiryu Kazuma."

(Alear) "Kiryu, it's nice to meet you. I'm Alear, we need your help in defeating the Fell Dragon."

Kiryu nodded and stepped forward.

(Kiryu) "There's room for only one dragon in this world."

Alear awkwardly coughed as Vander and Marth smiled. Straightforward, but he was at least easy to work with.

Supports:

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Alear

(Alear) "Your fighting style is incredible, Kiryu! Do you think you can teach me some of your moves?"

(Kiryu) "I'm no teacher. And your fighting isn't something to sell short either."

...

(Kiryu) "So, you're a real dragon?"

(Alear) "That I am...Well, rather I'm told that. The Divine Dragon, specifically but honestly? I don't feel that different."

(Kiryu) "I see..." (How did I even get to this point in my life...?)

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Etie

(Etie) "WOAH! Your muscles are so dang ripped! You gotta tell me your workout regime!"

(Kiryu) "I've never had a woman ask me that before...Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt, considering our circumstances..."

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Alfred

(Kiryu) "Why do you keep staring at my arms?"

(Alfred) "Huh? Oh! S-Sorry, your biceps are massive! Can I feel them?"

(Kiryu) "That certainly explains Etie..."

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Jade

(Jade) "Kiryu, may I trouble you for your experiences in the...How do you say, yah-koo-zuh?"

(Kiryu) "There's nothing funny about the life we lead. It only leads to misery, so I'm afraid I can't help you with your ideas."

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Anna

(Anna) "You just throw your money out to distract people?! Talk about a waste!"

(Kiryu) "Aren't you a little young to be worrying about that kind of thing?"

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Pandreo

(Pandreo) "Holy smokes, Kiryu! You got a KILLER singing voice!"

(Kiryu) "Heh, I've been told I have a passion for karaoke. I doubt anyone understood what I was saying, but I'm glad you enjoyed it."

===

Byleth

(Byleth) "People keep telling me I have a hard to read face."

(Kiryu) "Hm, I do as well. I'm not exactly sure how to change that..."

===

Victory Quotes:

"Want to die? THEN STEP UP!"

"That's rad."

"Kakatte koi!"

Awakening:

(Alear) "Accept our mission, Emblem of the Soldier!"

Electricity shot out of the ring, as a man slowly stood up from all fours, bandana flowing in the wind.

(Snake) "This is Snake. Kept you waiting, huh?"

(Alear) "I'm Alear. We need your help in defeating the Fell Dragon."

(Snake) "Any backup?"

(Alear) "Plenty. You have me, and the rest of the army at your side!"

Snake looked to Alear, Marth, and Vander.

(Snake) "An army, huh? Not used to fighting in a unit this big. But, sounds fine to me. What's my first mission, Colonel?"

Supports:

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Alear

(Alear) "If I may ask, why exactly do you call me Colonel?"

(Snake) "Feels more comfortable than me calling someone "Divine One" all the time. Besides, you don't like that title much either, right?"

(Alear) "Hah, fair point."

...

(Alear) "You want me to do what in that box?"

(Snake) "Sit inside it and hide. It works a lot better than you think it does."

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Framme

(Snake) "You know, you remind me a lot of a girl I know named Sunny. She's just as positive as you."

(Framme) "I'll take that as a compliment, mister Snake!"

Lapis

(Snake) "You make your own gear on the field? Impressive."

(Lapis) "Oh, I doubt it's as impressive as anything you'd make, Snake. Mine are just little knick knacks and things to make life a little more convenient."

Yunaka

(Yunaka) "Wow, you're a lot deadlier than you look."

(Snake) "Could say the same to you, Yunaka. You're smart to hide that fact...Even if it is a little obvious."

Zelkov

(Zelkov) "Snake, you are quite the enigma of a man."

(Snake) "Can't say I have a straightforward past. I can probably guess the same for you." ...Why is he speaking like that?

Fogado

(Fogado) "So, you say you don't believe in the supernatural when you see monsters rising up and us using magic?"

(Snake) "In my world, I don't. Here, I can understand the magic at least, so that means I can fight it."

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Victory Quotes:

"This is Snake, I'm done here."

"Mission accomplished."

"Showtime!"

#fire emblem engage headcanons #fire emblem engage imagines #crossover #alear fire emblem #suletta mercury #velvet crowe #kiryu kazuma #solid snake #fire emblem crossover #crack headcanons

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letters-to-rosie · 10 months

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(apt since you're cooking lol)

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

My Big Fat Zaunite Wedding. even though it has nothing to do with the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding. the name is just too good not to use lol, and I wanna do a comedy after all the more serious stuff I've done over the last couple years

have a snippet!

“I suppose I was hoping that this could become a sort of… rallying point, something to bring the whole family together.”

Vi makes a non-committal noise. “Claggor clearly thinks the same.”

Which means Vi doesn’t. “I know that tone of voice,” Caitlyn says warningly. “You’re unoptimistic.”

Vi shifts a little, but it’s hard to hide from your wife when your head is in her lap. Caitlyn decides to wait her out, and her patience soon pays off.

“It’s just that I’ve been hoping for years—since Vander took us in, really—that we’d be able to all get along. And there have certainly been better times and worse times, and this is leaps and bounds from the worst of it, but I’m starting to think I just have to resign myself to accepting that Mylo and Powder won’t get along, and there might not be anything I can ever do to change that. The worst part is that I don’t really blame them, especially not Powder. He hurt her when she was at a very vulnerable age. I know he was a kid, too, but lots of kids know better.”

Caitlyn thinks of her own childhood bullies. She’d be prepared to forgive them, but she doesn’t know if she’d plan any of their weddings.

meanwhile timebomb:

“Where the hell did you even get a giant fan?!”

“None of your business!” Jinx screams back.

send me asks! status update: folks came, they saw, they ate! mac & cheese was a hit. everything was a hit. haven't been cooking as much recently since I've been so busy, so it was fun to flex for a day 😜

#i need to write this fic #it's family fluff #married caitvi #chaotic timebomb #and family love okay #rosie's writing desk #arcane #caitvi #timebomb #my big fat zaunite wedding

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revelisms · 1 year

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Excerpt: What You Needed

After years, Jinx and Vi are reunited—and starting to make amends.

From ‘heron blue,’ an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. CW: Abandonment issues, dissociation, psychosis, dysfunctional family dynamics Full story on AO3

Her painted fingers clink out a red-capped glass bottle, and hold it stiffly across from her. "You...still like the cherry ones, right?"

Vi takes it from her, slowly, criss-crossed on the blankets across from her. "You bet," she says softly. Her mouth makes a strange twist: not quite a smile. She turns the bottle in her hand. "Still like blueberry?"

Jinx screws off the cap of her own, a glittering spin off the stones. "Uh, yeah—best of the bestest."

The lights hum around them, a pleasant, blitzy static. Jinx draws up her knees, curls her arms around them, and sips. For a long, horrible moment, there's nothing for them to say. Nothing she can get out: the questions stuck in her stomach, in her heart, like lead on her tongue.

Why did you leave me—?

"When...when did you build this?" Vi's looking at the decorations all around them, the paint and the color and glow, with a quiet awe.

Jinx wonders, for a moment, if she means the alcove or the club itself. They'd kept the bones, but rebuilt it all, straight from the ground up. No more smelly storeroom—too many ghosts; all boarded up now. They'd cleaned and sanded and revarnished the floors; painted the rooms, retiled the bathrooms; brought in that beautiful imported glass to bubble around the walls, a new addition to the spaces wholly their own on the third floor, with the same old staff kitchen and storage closets and divots in the walls.

Jinx shrugs, bobbing her knee. "Oh, I dunno—years ago."

Vi's smiling, now. She looks down at the bottle in her hands: twists off the cap. "I...I missed this, y'know. All your creations."

It lights up something in Jinx's heart, like a little lamp tuned to life. "I—I never stopped, really," she says, a flash of her teeth. "Painted up my room all pretty—oh—I just got this new color in from that big guy in the third district." She props closer, with a brightening grin. "It's, like, the prettiest blue—gonna put it on Whambo. He's gonna be a nail bomb. And I might use it for some details, on Fritz—he's a smoke flare, mostly, but he can double as a firecracker launcher—cool, right? I've been trying to get the combustion ratio right, for ages, but the thing keeps fizzlin' out too early—that old doc's tried to give me equations, but ugh—anyway. Work in progress, Fritz."

And then she's telling her about Jabberwock the ray gun, that she'd engraved with the emblem of a little seahorse—and about the Zing-Dusters she'd built: the respirators they used in the air dispensaries, that she was making a new model of—and the water filtration systems they were going to pilot in the rotted hovels of the Sump, once they got the right treated metals in.

She tells her about Tullo the mechanic, a giant of a man, with hair to his knees and tattoos gaudy as a pirate's, who she gets her imports from. Tullo, who Sevika got in a fight with the other day, after he'd called her arm just for show—and Sevika was a big old ogre, just as awful as ever: she ate blood sausage and grits for breakfast—yeuch!

She's rambling, on and on: the words pouring out of her: a runoff of shaky-laughed, tense-shouldered babbling.

There's so much she doesn't say.

She doesn't tell her about Little Man. She doesn't tell her about the voices in her head, or Mylo or Claggor, or her stuffed rabbit nailed to the wall, or how she spent years and years trying to carve herself in the chasm she'd left behind, not knowing why she wasn't enough, good enough, worth enough to bring her back; or how Silco would find her beating her hands bloody in the old arcade, or how he never laughed, not really, and never, ever cried, except when he talked about Vander, and then he nearly did both; or how, sometimes, when Sevika laid her arm around her, it almost, almost felt like hers—and she does not tell her about how Powder is dead and gone and drowned, drowned in a well, drowned by Jinx's own hands, and Jinx—Jinx is strong, now.

The voices ring through her ears: a pitching, endless drone.

It's too quiet, again.

Jinx swallows, fidgeting. She lifts her eyes from the roof. Vi is just looking at her, looking and frowning, with that burning sort of sadness Jinx hates. She's looking at her, and not saying a word—and for all Jinx doesn't tell her any of that, she is terrified that in some small, terrible way, she knows it, all the same.

"You're quiet," Jinx mumbles. She rips her eyes down, again.

Vi reaches over, wraps her hand beneath her own. "I know—I know. I'm sorry, I'm just..." She huffs out a breath, turning away, staring at the bustle of the streets. "I'm just thinking." She's nervous: her hands heavy and fiddling, so warm over Jinx's own. "It's—it's just..." Vi clears her throat. "It's been so long, I've been—I've been so worried about you."

Jinx scrapes her nail over her thumb. Those words hit something unpleasant inside her—worried about you—plunge a sickly chill in her stomach: a blazing knot of self-disgust, of rage; of sharp, splintered old hurt.

The words trapped in her throat bubble out, before she can stop them. "Why..." They stick like grease on her teeth. "Why did you leave me?"

She knows they cut at her sister. She knows they sting.

Part of her wants them to.

Vi looks down. She weathers her thumb over Jinx's own. "I—I tried to get back to you, I promise." The same as she'd said, before. "I did—but I—"

"You left me." It sounds so pitiful coming out of Jinx's mouth, and she despises herself for it. She yanks her hand out from Vi's own: tucks it under her knee. "I didn't—I didn't understand—"

"I know," Vi hushes. "I know, I—there hasn't been a day I haven't regretted it. Not a single one, from every damned night I was in that cell—but I—I just—" Her shoulders sink. She's looking away, forcing air through her teeth. "I needed time."

Something blitzes up Jinx's neck: leaves her head twitching.

You're not ready!

She scowls slow at the tiles. "Away from me."

"That's not—"

I told you to stay away!

Jinx scrapes her nails against the stones. "Things changed, when you left." Air shudders against her teeth. She fights the heat broiling in her throat: blinks it quick out of her eyes. "I—I changed," she whispers.

Vi's hands fist between her knees. Something in her turns venomous: like it did in Silco, when someone said something that got under his skin; when he let his words turn harsh and biting, looming over his constituents, a shadow of a monster with red-tipped wings.

"If I'd known you were here," Vi is saying, a low firmness in the words—and Jinx knows where they're going, before she even speaks them; feels her shoulders draw firm as stone. "If I could have—I would have done anything to find you; I would have got you out of here, as soon as I—"

A numbness washes through Jinx's veins.

"Got me out," she repeats.

She feels so far away from herself. Floating.

She's seeing Little Man, with his hair still short and his arms still gangly: his hand shackled around her wrist, hard enough to crush her, pleading to a girl who didn't exist—Powder, come with me, please—we've found a place in the sewers, away from all of this, where you'll be safe—whatever he's done, I'll make sure he never gets to you, again—

"I don't need you to save me," Jinx bites out. Tension gnaws through her fingers: turns them white-knuckled on her knee.

Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think.

You're strong, now—just like you were always meant to be.

She wrenches her head from the words, the memories: Vi's fist colliding with her cheek, Silco's thumb sweeping against it. "I never needed you to save me, I—I needed—"

Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!

Jinx is perfect.

"Someone else," Vi mutters. Jinx falters, ice in her lungs. Stares wide-eyed at her. Vi is frowning at the green glow beyond them, rasping her thumb against the wrapping over her knuckles. She takes in a hard, gritty breath, and eases it out. "I know," she continues. "I left you, and he—" The look in her eyes turns so strange: bitter, scathing. "He showed up." It's like the words are pulling out her teeth. Her thumb presses hard into her knuckles. "And maybe, that's—that's what you needed."

Jinx tries to swallow. Heat burns and burns in her throat. "You want me to hate him," she tests, prickling with spite. "You don't want me to be here." Flashes of color outside the edges of her vision: eyes and faces and howling words. "You don't like him—you don't like any of them—well, none of you all liked me, either—"

"That's not true—"

Ghosts are picking at her ears and clawing at her arms and too loud.

"—because I—I was just some—some loose screw, screw-up, always screwing things up—shut up!" She wrenches her head into her hands, squeezes it tight, tight between her nails, to keep her skull from splitting open. "Shut up, shut up!"

Vi's looking at her like she's broken, a wind-up toy with all the cogs gone: like something she doesn't know how to fix. Carefully, her bandaged hand lays over her knee. "That's not true, and you know it," she says gravely. The words crack. "We loved you, Powder. Vander, and Mylo, and Claggor—"

"Don't." Jinx seethes it out, feral: wrenches herself away from Vi's burning hand. "Stop." She breathes long, cavernous, heaving. "Stop, don't—I don't want to think about them—I don't want to think about them, I don't—"

Vi closes her eyes, clenches her jaw. "Okay."

"I don't," Jinx hisses again. There's too much color in her eyes, too much noise in her head.

Vi's holding her. She doesn't remember when she started holding her.

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yurisorcerer · 2 months

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Another week, another pretty OK Wistoria episode.

Will meets an underclassman here with the fairly incredible name Iris Churchill. Initially she seems like any other bumbling student, and Will spends the majority of this episode helping her defeat a giant ice monster. However, because Wistoria knows every trick in the fantasy book, Iris is actually a double agent for the Magia Vander and is scouting for promising students for what *seems* to be some kind of upcoming confrontation between the wizards and the angels that were mentioned back in episode 1, the ones that live "beyond the sky."

This whole plot is the most interesting thing Wistoria has going for it so far. It's still hardly original, and when we meet the Magia Vander here they too all fall into classic archetypes (most obvious with the haughty elf[?] sorceress Alf Ellenor Ljos), but it's at least decently compelling. Iris herself seems to have some kind of Thing™ going on with Elfie, and I wouldn't be surprised if there's more to the both of them than is obvious here, even taking the little twists we've been shown so far into account.

Oh, one other thing I did appreciate. When Will gears up to head to the dungeon (and we briefly meet his artificer friend Rosty), they draw him ripped as hell while he's changing his shirt. I applaud the lack of cowardice, it would've been really easy to just make him look nondescript there.

#wistoria wand and sword #yurisorcerer talks about media

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mollysunder · 1 year

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The State of Shimmer Production in Zaun

When Jayce and Vi raided Silco's Shimmer Refinery they really showed that they didn't know how to actually handle Shimer. I'm not talking on a socioeconomic level, or even Hextech vs Shimmer (chemtech), I mean they don't know where it comes from. The way Vi tears apart the central machinery of the refinery show its.

At first it looks like she did a good job just breaking every glass and pipe on their, but if you look closer, she missed something critical.

1It's the giant mass that's holstered right above. This mass of flesh is the actual source for Shimmer that the Refinery had been using. Sure it looks like a sagging lump of dead flesh, but that actually seems to be it's normal color.

We've seen a mass like this before, in the Cannery. While Vander was captured, we're shown Shimmer being produced by one of Silco's chemists.

Up close, you can see the same grey flesh masses found in the refinery, sitting in their own liquid, are being used at a smaller scale in the Cannery. The larger mass was literally pumping on its own, though I'm not sure if it's with the aid of heat or gas. Nevertheless, we can see that these are the actual sources that Shimmer is harvested from, and Vi missed it. Well, more like the whole team missed it. They just left it there instead of confiscating it.

But where did these masses even come from? The answer itself is easy, it's Rio. The explanation is a little complicated.

We already know that long term exposure to Shimmer causes Shimmer addicts to develop growths, like the ones Huck has. These growths pulse with bright pink veins, likely producing some poorer quality strain of Shimmer to sustain the growth itself, but this process is somehow isolated to the growth and not the rest of Huck's internal biology. If anything it looks as though the mass is feeding off of Huck.

The only living organism that could possibly produce masses of the size used in the Shimmer Refinery that produce Shimmer in a consistent quality is Rio.

Initially, I assumed that Singed kept Rio alive because Rio was the source of Shimmer, but I had it backwards. Singed didn't keep Rio alive because Rio made Shimmer, he kept Rio alive because of how Rio could 'survive' Shimmer.

Rio is literally a giant aoxotl, a species best known for it's regenerative abilities, where they can lose limbs and regrow them like it's nothing in the right conditions. Singed kept Rio alive (aoxotls only live 15 years in captivity) using Shimmer harvested from it's original source, the purple cave flowers, because with Rio, Singed has a reliable biological medium that he can harvest these Shimmer producing masses from.

You could even argue that with the hinted at parasitic nature of Shimmer, new strains of Shimmer, like the ones produced by Rio, are impacted by the biological traits of the host body. This could explain how Shimmer is such an effective treatment for fatal conditions.

But what does this all mean? Well, for one, it proves Vi and Jayce really went into the raid more blind than we already thought. They were able to identify the mechanical heart, which can be fixed or replaced, but not the more critical biological source, and thus failed to truly immobilize production. Even worse for them, both still don't know anything about Rio, the only one in Piltover who does know is Viktor.

Even if Vi could guess that those Shimmer masses were important, I doubt she could have done anything effective. From what we could see in the first season, these masses don't require any medical appartus to keep functioning, they already appear self-sustaining outside a host. Any equipment around them seem to function to stimulate excess Shimmer production.

And if we return to the Cannery, we can see that the Shimmer veins, these sinew-like byproducts of Shimmer production are still hearty and alive. After the explosion and massive fire that engulfed the Canney over 7-10 years ago in the story, the Shimmer veins not only remained, but have expanded through rock, ruble and the chemical pollutants in Zaun, thick and alive. What would stabbing or smashing it actually do?

In some shots they really look as though they're surrounding the cast, especially Jinx. Whatever surgery that was done to Rio, she was probably given a more 'refined' version. The kind where the Shimmer and whatever guides it's nature better integrated into her system compared to long term users that are being drained by it.

Part of me wonders that as another 'successful' mutant like Rio, can she produce excess Shimmer in the right conditions. Could she draw it from herself in secret to give to allies, or withold it Queen of the Damned style. I wonder what traits her strain of Shimmer might give to users.

Tldr: When Jayce and Vi raided the Shimmer Refinery, they missed a biological factor that's the center of Shimmer production. As long as Singed still has the cave flowers and Rio, Zaun still has Shimmer. Also, all Shimmer users that have been exposed to large enough quantity can to some degree produce Shimmer, but it's not always a well integrated process, so Jinx is likely a real success in Shimmer hybridization.

#arcane #singed arcane #vi arcane #jayce talis #zaun #shimmer arcane #jinx arcane #I'm not a biologist #arcane meta #i had more vampire analogies but i couldn’t digressing #rio arcane

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kururu418 · 13 days

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Pick random 5 emojis and 5 random Future AU characters for ask game!

🌺- Which family member(if any) is this oc closest to?

Wisteria is closest to her father. She's never felt very attached to her earth nymph side, and her father has always told her that was fine since he takes more after her. Slick tends to encourage a lot of what some of the traits some earth nymph look down on, so she feels like she can be more herself around her dad.

💐- Where is this oc's favorite place to relax?

Whiff will go to his grandparents apple farm to get some quiet and think. He sometimes even helps out with them. He's not the prince or heir there, just a grandson, and sometimes a baker.

🌱- Does this oc have any pets? Do they have any pets they want?

Aqua basically had an entire environment where she keeps a bunch of pets. Some are experiments, others she just likes. Her most favored is her giant snake though. She uses magic and tricks to maintain the environment and keep them from eating each other.

🌲- What is this oc's greatest strength and weakness?

Sandor's "Primordial Eyes" guarantee him a win in almost any fight, but the backlash he gets from using them is intense. The more powerful the the people who he uses the eyes to copy are, the more physical pain and exhaustion he goes through when they're deactivated. (His other weaknesses are his mother and Sagitta..."

🌵- How does this oc feel about physical affection?

Azalea is pretty shy when it comes to physical affection. She's find with close contact with her sister and parents, but tends keep it casual with others. (Vander gave her a hug one time and she was a flustered mess and spent all day sprouting roses from her arms and legs).

#tales of mewni #callyieverse #future au #ask meme #anon ask #sandor #azalea #whiff #westeria #aqua

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growthgoddess · 2 years

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Looming Lamia

Lamia had always been loyal to Dr. Vander. From the moment she had met him while she was at her lowest, she knew that he was unlike any other man she had ever encountered. He had a vision for the world, a new order that would break free from the constraints of society's norms.

She had joined him without hesitation, becoming his first henchwoman and his most trusted confidante.

Together, they had pulled off some of the most audacious heists in recent memory, hitting up corrupt banks and syndicates to fund their operations.

As Dr. Vander's organization grew, so did his reputation. People began to take notice of him, and his ideology began to inspire others to join his cause as henchmen.

But with success came attention, and soon the government had taken notice of Dr. Vander's unlawful activities. They began to hire the elite soldiers of the private military Liberator Corps to hunt him down.

At first, Dr. Vander had managed to stay one step ahead of their pursuers, but as the Liberators closed in, his schemes began to fall apart.

Lamia had been with him every step of the way, even when they had been caught in a crossfire with the Liberators.

She had nearly been killed in the conflict, but she had managed to survive. And she knew that she would do anything to protect her master.

Seeing his closest supporter almost lose her life for him changed something in Dr. Vander, and he slowly become more reckless, more desperate. It was when their lair, hidden in a volcano island, was soon to be cornered that he had hatched his most audacious plan yet.

He would use all of the resources at his disposal to create a growth ray that would turn him into a giant, allowing him to take on the Liberators himself, without risking any more of his henchmen's life.

Lamia knew that it was a risky plan, but she trusted Dr. Vander and would follow him to the end.

As they worked to build the growth ray, Lamia could feel the tension in the air with her fellow teammates. She knew that this was their last ditch effort to fight back against the government, and that their lives hung in the balance.

As soon as the device was ready, they wasted no time in preparing to activate the device for their master.

But as the growth ray hummed with power and supercharged its capacitors, disaster struck.

The entire facility's power ran out, leaving them with enough energy to power the growth ray.for a single shot. However, just as Dr. Vander descended from the control room, the Liberators arrived.

Bombs went off in the ceiling and troopers rappelled down, attacking the group.

Several henchmen died fighting to protect Dr. Vander, who was desperately trying to get in place for the growth ray. Lamia did her best for fight off most of the elite troopers and leading the henchmen.

But as the chaos raged around her, Lamia was blasted to the growth ray chamber and pushed Dr. Vander aside just as he activated the device.

Lamia was bombarded with energy that was enough to power their entire lair. She grit her teeth to endure the pain. She knew the plan has changed with this new development.

When the process was over, Lamia felt something strange happening to her body. She looked at her hands which had static electricity travelling between her fingers.

But before she knew it, she was growing. Her uniform tightened around her body and she saw her gloves tear apart as she was still looking at her hands. She outgrew her clothes, her chest overdeveloped under her leotard which began to strain, and her thigh high boots burst at the seams trying to contain her muscular thighs.

Her body, which was already athletic to begin with, bulked up further with her muscles bulging with newfound strength. She also felt her thighs growing thicker than tree trunks.

Lamia saw her perspective rising higher and higher, she looked at Dr. Vander to seek his approval with this development and he validated her with a serious face and a nod.

Lamia nodded back and focused on growing, but a sudden gunshot sound resounded across the lair which broke her trance.

She looked at herself for any pain, but there was none. But she slowly turned her attention to her beloved master, Dr. Vander, and... He was standing expressionlessly looking at her with blood pooling from his chest. He choked blood but took out his gun and tried to buy her as much time to complete her transformation.

"Alpha Mike Foxtrot, tango sighte-" the soldier was unable to continue his call as Dr. Vander blasted his head off with his sonic cannon.

Lamia screamed wanted to rush to her master's side. She tried to protect Dr. Vander, but her transformation was too powerful and she had to double down in tears as her body ached alongside her heart.

Dr. Vander dragged himself to the control room where the troopers were pouring in, and he threw a thermal grenade in to decimate the enemies inside.

Lamia felt helpless in the chamber, unable to help Dr. Vander, her body stuck bent down as it began crashing through the glass walls and tearing down the machines inside. She glanced at Dr. Vander who activated the intercom to tell her:

"Lamia... Vanessa, you look glorious... and I am proud of you-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence as a flashbang grenade detonated behind him. A loud explosion deafened the poor doctor and he collapsed writhing in pain on the ground.

A woman with shades entered the room and blasted wasted no time executing Dr. Vander with a single shot to his head.

Lamia was devastated, she screamed at the top of her lungs and forced her massive body through. But it was too late, the woman left the room just as the giantess broke through the observation window.

As she held unto Dr. Vander's lifeless body against her gigantic chest, something inside of her snapped.

Lamia forced herself to grow as big as she could, kicking through the lair's cavernous hallways and pushing herself higher and higher. She will not let them escape!

Now as a giant woman that nearly filled the evil lair, Lamia exacted her revenge on the soldiers. She smashed them and kicked anybody whom her body came in contact with, each blow was powerful enough to send them flying across the room. And as she continued to grow, she mourned for the loss of her team and her beloved master.

The Liberator leader, the mysterious woman, flew above the lair in her helicopter and watched how Lamia was outgrowing the whole volcano. She activated the detonator she was holding and observed how the thermal charges set under the lair exploded to trigger the volcano to erupt all around Lamia.

Lava gushed upward from underneath Lamia's massive body. The temperature was intense and she knew that she had to get out soon to avoid getting cooked.

She was a force of nature against another. A giant among men. She stood up triumphantly over the ruined remains of the lair and crushed the entire island underfoot to seal the volcano.

And as several of the Liberator choppers flew off, she gave chase, determined to take down anyone who dared to stand in her way.

She reached out and clenched her fist, an audible crushing sound is heard as she crumpled an entire transport chopper. The others tried to gun her down while escaping from her grasps. The high caliber rapid fire hit her but to no avail.

In the end, Lamia was able to take down the backup choppers, but the leader got away to the safety of the city's defenses. She stood alone, the last of Dr. Vander's henchmen. But she was something more now, something greater. And as she looked out at the world, she knew that she would never stop fighting for what Dr. Vander believed in.

No matter the cost, she will continue his legacy.

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