Ugh, FINE. I Can’t Take This Anymore, I Give In! I Can’t Believe I Painted This. @ink-and-dagger

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"Loyalty"

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Hi guys! 🌸

I am currently writing a two part fanfiction because I need to satisfy my monthly writing craving, and Silco is always the first choice obv. The story is set during the scene of Finn's death in Silco's office - the first part goes easy peasy, but I am planning to make the second one a smut.

I want to give you a little peak of the story, stay tuned 🩵

‘She is going to do that… Sevika is going to kill him for real’

You were going to lose everything… Silco, Jinx, your life and the things you have built in the last months with him… no more kisses, no more soft whispered words at night, no unconscious movements in the night to embrace you in his arms while you are sleeping – nothing.

But you are not so prone to lose everything like this, to some stupid and rebellious plan of some insignificant insect like Finn. A new feel grows in your heart, hotter this time, which starts from your low belly – a sense of danger but also of anger at the same time. You do not agree with the decision that those people in the room had taken and you want to change the planned ending of it.

Aiming directly at Sevika’s face, you adjust your position, slightly parting your legs to give you a more stable position, one eye closed to aim better and not miss the shot. The little green monkey is laughing at you from the rifle’s surface and a light smile appears on your face despite the situation because you can fell in the weapon and in you the strength of Jinx.

Looking back at the room, a vision strikes your heart, which starts pumping blood quickly in your body, making your head pulsing from tension.

‘Today is the day you die, Silco’ – Finn spits.

Made an arcane fan animation hehe

Y/N x NANAMI (SHIBUYA)

Reader with no gender specified

Hello everyone!

I wrote this fanfiction because Nanami is my favorite character and I like him and his story. I just want to say that are some light spoilers about shibuya, but there are not major spoilers. For the ones who have read the 13th and 14th manga, everything it's fine ahaha.

Just one thing:

Y/n is a sorcerer from the Tokyo Institute and she/he/they/* is a semi-grade one sorcerer. She/He/They/* has a tecnique that allows to "steal" and use someone's ability by using their weapons and/or demons. So she/he/them/* could posses Megumi's wolves and Nobara's hammer and use their tecnique. Of course, the more the ability and the target-sorcerer are powerful, the more difficult it is to use the tecnique.

That is all!

I hope you will like my fanfiction.

Love,

Caramellopeach xoxoxo

TW : There are some bad words, just because I think when someone is angry and worried it is more natural to say them.

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Shibuya.

That shit was like hell. There was fire everywhere and people were shouting from the underground station. Smoke and tears were all over your face and a large stain of blood was very visible on your uniform. Luckily it was not yours, but from one of the curses you killed. You were very tired and confused because the initial plan had failed and now you were left alone in that shithole.

According to the plan you should have stayed with Itadori to give him support and ensure that no demon was following him, and if it was, you should have killed it. But things went in a different way when a giant curse approched you and Itadori. It was a giant demon with a strange trunk and legs spider-like. You were disgusted and a little scared. That monster was very big and it emitted some type of smoke that didn't seen safe at all, so you shouted at Itadori to go on and keep running, you would have ended that. The boy smiled at you, thanked and with big jump over passed the creature.

After the fight you were breathing eavily and were trying to catch your breath. The fight was not too much difficult but the weak spot of the curse was not so easy to find and you didn't have anyone else tecnique to imitate or any other curse object to take. That was so frustating also because you were not so good with the heavy sword you were carrying.

"When I return I will ask Maki to help me with that." You said to yourself.

You started to go the way Itadori went before, pretty sure you would have cached him up. But out of nowhere a giant body of water invested you and throw you on the wall behind you. You lost your breath when your back hit the brick wall and a strong pain spread throughout your body. "What the fuck?! What was that!?". You stood up and your legs felt like butter, so you were again on the floor. With a strong will you raised up and hold on a handrail, you wanted to see what was going on. The room near the one you were in was fulled with water and everything was wet. A large black sphere was in the center of the room and you immediately recognised a domain, a strong domain but you could not determine who that was. You leaned on the wall, that wet mass from before was too much for your already stressed body.

You were began to gently faint but you also knew that you needed to help, to support your friends and fight. You started to analyse the domain, to see if there was any weak spot, even thought you knew it was not that easy. What else could you have done? You didn't even have a tecnique on your own. In cases like that you felt hopeless and unuseful, not capable to fight. If Nanami would had been there, he would have gently hugged you and strocking your hair, he would have said you were just tired and that for him you were the best fighter in the world. Ahh how much you missed his touch, you would have sure used one of his hugs right now.

You were about to lose your hope when suddenly someone entered the room and shouted at you.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!”

You turned your head to see Fushiguro in a rush running towards you with a worried expression on his face.

“Yes, I’m okay, just a little confused… who is supposed to be around here according to the plan?”

“From what I remember, Maki and Nanami should be here.”

Nanami? You opened your eyes wide because of the surprise. Your boyfriend was here and in great danger apparently. Your heart started to beat really fast, more than before and you were terrible worried about the conditions of Nanami and also Maki.

“What?! Fushiguro we need to enter the domain! We need to save them!”

“There is something I could try but I am not sure it will work… Stay behind me.”

Sea breeze was the first thing you smelled when you entered the domain. Fresh, salted air was blowing in your face and a strangely hot light was all over your body. You didn’t know how but Megumi opened an entry in the domain and the two of you went inside. That guy was a very powerful sorcerer and you were sure he would have become a great man once adult. After your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a curse with the aspect of a muscled human, but it had the face of a mollusk, with tiny trunks instead of a nose. When you entered with Megumi, the creature didn’t notice you but the others did and they all understood that approaching Megumi was their way out. For one second Nanami’s eyes met with yours and his tired face became all of a sudden really worried but also forceful at the same time.

“Everyone, go near Fushiguro’s feet!” shouted the blonde sorcerer. Maki started to run together with an old sorcerer whose name you didn’t know but he seemed very powerful, even though he was missing an arm and was bleeding all over the place. Maki was successful and escaped from the domain first, followed by the old man. Nanami was a bit later and you were waiting for him, reaching out for him to help the exit from that strange place. The creature didn’t stand still as he understood what the foes were doing and it started attacking by emitting fish demons from its body. Nanami were caught by one and the little monster reached his leg and with sharpen teeth started to bite his leg. Nanami yelled in pain as he stopped moving and killed the enemy with his weapon. When he stood up, his leg was completely covered in blood and he was limping a bit. He could have never reached the exit, so your feet started to move on their own as you ran to him without even you sword.

“Y/N! STAY HERE! COME ON! I AM NOT GONNA HOLD MUCH LONGER!” Yelled Megumi as the hole below his feet started to become little second by second.

“LOVE! RUN AWAY! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T COME HERE!” Nanami was shouting at you as well, but you weren’t hearing nothing, you were just thinking about losing the love of your life, losing that one person that made everything easy and light, the one that could swipe away your problem with just a few words, the only person that you were sure was proud of you, even though you weren’t… the person that made you hoping for a future, even though you were a bit of a cynical, the only person that was allowed to see you at your lowest.

With that thought in mind you run towards him and helped him walking, putting your arm around his wide back to give him support. With an enormous fatigue you reached Megumi and, as the hole was closing, Nanami and you exited the domain, immediately followed by Megumi.

After just a few second the domain closed on itself and left nothing but a small trace of black smoke behind. Apparently, the domain was called by the old sorcerer and when he exited it, he then closed it and the creature inside was crashed with it. You were painting and the smell of blood was so strong that it was repulsive and you tried to get away from it but two strong arms carried you back.

“Just two seconds darling, let me hold you close for a moment. I was afraid I might have lost you”. The smell of Nanami’s cologne arrived at you and his scent immediately calmed your nerves. You were on his lap and his arms were hugging you from behind, while his face was buried in your neck.

“JESUS CHRIST NANAMI! YOU FUCKING SCARED ME! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RUN AWAY AND LEAVE YOU THERE!? ARE YOU CRAZY!? YOU ARE ALSO INJURED AND YOU LEG IS COMPLETELY COVERED IN BLOD! WHAT SHOULD I HAV…ARE YOU LAUGHING?!”

Nanami started to laugh and his face brightened up as he hugged you even more. When he laughed, your heart opened and tears started to go down your face. All the stress, the anxiety and the fatigue flew away and you were left with your most vulnerable self.

“Shh, it is okay honey…don’t worry darling…I am here now…”

Tears were dropping from your eyes and you couldn’t stop them. It was too painful and your heart was crying with worried thought. You felt the warmth of Nanami’s body against yours and his hand began to gently stroke your hair, while he was giving you little kiss on the neck to calm you down. Nanami was a very intimate but shy person and the fact that he was doing PTSD in public was very strange, but apparently he was so worried that right now all that matters was you and your safety.

“I thought I lost you Nanami…” you said to him.

“I will always be there for you, my love. I am sorry you were so worried, I hope you are not injured at all…Let me take a look” Nanami made you turn around, it was so easy for him to lift you up, and when he noticed the stain of blood he immediately stopped and with a serious gaze said:

“Who did this to you?”

“Nanami it is okay, it’s from some curses, it’s not mine… but I think I might have cracked some ribs during the battle…”

“Lift you uniform and let me see:”

“NANAMI! NOT NOW!” Nanami started to lift your shirt, but Megumi interrupted him and asked for orders.

Nanami stood up and helped you standing near him. After some minutes of speaking the group decided to follow the plan, so you all togheter went to the upper level of the subway to find help for the old sorcerer and to allow Megumi's wolves to gather information about what was going on.

While the others were running towards the exit of the station, you and Nanami were a little behind, he was limping a bit too much and your ribs were spreading pain throughout your chest, not allowing your breath to be completely normal and steady.

"Love, love, wait a second" asked the man with a soft voice. He took your hand and kissed it, while gently strocking your hair. "Today I was terrible worried and the fact that you were not with me made me just more angry and scared. I don't want to lose you and if anything happens to you I will never forgive myself. From now on I want you to stay behind me and hide, you don't have to fight. I could never go on without you."

Nanami looked into your eyes and you saw his were a bit watery, so you took his hand and placed it on your waist, hugging him from the neck. The difference between yours and his heights was so much that you had to stay on tip-toe to reach him, while he was leaning towards you with his face buried in your neck.

"I love you, y/n" and after that, Nanami went for a kiss. It was gently and warm, just like every other of his kisses, but this time there was also a sad note, a desperate need to be with you and to be as near to you as possible. When the blonde sorcerer kissed you, it was like a new start, a new day and feelings went through your body. A feeling of love, warm, gently touch and softness. It was your favorite thing in the world kissing him. His hand was on your cheek and the right arm was hugging your chest into a lovely grip.

“I love you too, silly overtime guy.” “No, no, okay... We agreed you would have never called me like that again.” “Ahahah, but you are…” “No, okay, that’s it.” And picking you up, Nanami dragged you and your ass outside the station.

Hi guysss

I hope you enjoyed my fanfiction. I thought I mighty continue the story, but let me know what you think.

Have a nice day/night!

Caramellopeach

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Silcos tattoo - figuring ojt jiw the hell this mans clothes would work for this was a logistical nightmare

disheveled silco, the man that you are

Silco as the Phantom of the Opera, wip edit >;)

Put the Pen Down

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Rating: Mature

Tags: Silco, gn!reader; fluff; domestic fluff; established relationship; chronic migraines; hurt/comfort;

Word count: 1.1k

Betas: @juniper-sunny @medic-simp

“You need to rest.”

“No, I need to finish this.”

“No. You. Need. To. Rest.” You come around to his chair, hand featherlight on his hunched shoulder. Leaning forward to meet his eyes, your voice is as soft as your touch. “Put the pen down, Silco.”

A curt exhale puffs out of Silco's nostrils at that. Always stubborn. Unyielding. But you can tell by the way his good eye twitches and his hands keep balling into fists that you're right—that the aura is fucking with his vision and soon that will give way to pain.

From there, it's just a matter of time before he's spiraling into a frenzied rage. Angered that these chronic migraines have taken yet another day from him. That they have laid waste to all his meticulous plans, his precise strategies. That they come about with no warning, no discernable pattern. For all his brilliance, no amount of strategizing can stop the Chemtank engine of a migraine as soon as it's on a collision course with him. No bargaining or smooth talking can compete with the crashing wave that is an attack from his own brain.

It's the one way he's utterly powerless.

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Stolen Moments

You chose the perfect moment to knock on Silco's office door, finding him in a rare lull between his ceaseless duties.

Pairing: Silco x gn!reader

Words: ~2.3k

Content: mostly fluff, suggestive, some power dynamics, newly established relationship, slow burn, not explicit but i'm gunna say nsfw-ish just to be safe (18+, MDNI)

A/N: Its been a long long while since I've written anything. IDK what I'm doing but I'm doing it.

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“Yes?” Silco's calls out with a hint of weariness, a frown creasing his brow as he anticipates yet another demand on his precious time. The knock on his door came right as the Zaunite leader had pulled a cigar out to enjoy before his next appointment and he was looking forward to a few rare moments of silence to gather his thoughts.

Standing on the other side of the door to his sanctuary, you smirk just before peeking your head in with a small "Hi." Sevika had warned you that he was in a 'mood' before you wandered into The Last Drop, and you hoped to bring him some relief, even if it was temporary.

Any hint of annoyance immediately melts away as his eyes meet yours — a low hum of pleasure escaping him as he waves you in, the freshly rolled tobacco still in hand. You slid into the chamber dressed in your usual attire, albeit with some extra flair... and you sensed that he noticed, just as you hoped he would.

"My little Dove," he purrs affectionately. The nickname sparks a fluttering sensation in your chest. You find yourself momentarily flustered, a light blush tinting your cheeks as you shift ever so slightly under his intense stare. The term manages to stir both a sense of closeness and shyness within you. The Eye of Zaun's gaze then sweeps over you, a mix of appraisal and undisguised interest. His eyes, sharp and calculating, soften momentarily as they trace the contours of your figure, hinting at thoughts kept carefully concealed. "What impeccable timing you have," he adds. His words linger in the air, filled with an unspoken understanding.

You beam at him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips bashfully. "I had a feeling you might be happy to see me." Your steps echo softly as you wander further into the room, your curious eyes scanning the various objects around his office. Each visit reveals something new, offering intriguing insights into the man across the room.

"Indeed, I am — I must admit, it’s not often that someone seeks my company without an agenda. Your presence is more appreciated than you might realize." He leans back in his chair, his orange eye glinting as he watches you intently. "Though my time is a luxury today. Come, let us make it count,” Silco says, his voice a blend of authority with an underlying warmth, instructing you to share in his moment of rest with a sense of urgency.

... And you are more than happy to acquiesce.

With a playful skip, you move around his desk, intending to perch on the corner, careful not to disturb any papers. Before you can settle, Silco reaches out, his fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your wrist. His touch, unexpectedly warm, sends a ripple of excitement through you as he guides you into his lap, his lips crashing into yours with need. You hum in bliss, your hand caressing the edge of his jaw, fingers weaving carefully through his hair, mindful not to dishevel it too much. Under your touch, the Industrialist's shoulders drop, tension melting away — his concerns, momentarily forgotten.

As you both part, Silco reaches for his lighter with deliberate slowness, his movements precise and practiced before spinning his chair to face the large, round window, its eerie green light casting long, undulating shadows across the room. The outside world vanishes, leaving just the two of you in this secluded, spectral sphere -- hiding you from any unexpected intrusions.

"Now, to what do I owe this pleasure, my Dove?" He rumbles, resting his cigar between his chipped teeth, looking up at you with that familiar, two-tone stare.

"I was in the area and... Well, I just wanted to see you,” you admit, the words sheepish yet sincere. “I know you're swamped, but...” Your voice trails off, leaving the sentiment hanging in the air, simple yet profound.

Silco raises a hand, acknowledging and waving away any concerns you might have. “This time, these moments – they’re yours,” he asserts, his tone softening. “Even if it’s just a fleeting respite from the chaos outside, they belong to us.” His words, both reassuring and commanding, further quell your concerns. You savor these rare, quiet interludes, and you're grateful that he does too.

As Silco returns his attention to the cigar, the flicker of his lighter momentarily casts a dancing glow on his face. The flame illuminates the rugged contours of his features, etching shadows that play across his scarred visage. His expression, usually so composed and unreadable, softens in the dim light, revealing a rare vulnerability.

You lean in closer, drawn irresistibly to the dichotomy presented by his hardened exterior and the fleeting glimpses of something more beneath. Each line on his face, each subtle shift in his expression, speaks to a life of resilience and unspoken trials. The green hue of the room bathes him in an almost ethereal light, accentuating the unique blend of strength and weariness that he embodies.

Silco, seemingly aware of your gaze, meets your eyes for a moment. In that brief exchange, a silent conversation unfolds. His eyes, a deep well of uncharted emotions, flicker with a blend of curiosity, caution, and a hint of something warmer. It is a look that speaks of battles fought, both outside and within, and of a guarded heart cautiously navigating the perils of intimacy.

The smoke from his cigar begins to curl upwards, weaving through the air like a sinuous dance. It adds a layer of mystique to the already charged atmosphere, a tangible reminder of the complexities surrounding both of you. Yet, in this shared space, surrounded by the spectral light and the quiet hum of the city beyond, there's a sense of peace.

Your fingers itch to trace the lines of his story, to explore the depths of his character that so few get to see. Throughout this cautious dance of intimacy, you've learned to tread gently, aware that delving too deep too quickly could fray the delicate threads of trust you've painstakingly woven between you. In this moment, under the interplay of light and shadow, you see not just the leader of Zaun, but the man behind the title — enigmatic, profound, and irresistibly human.

Captivated and unable to resist further, you gently trace the scar around his left eye, your touch tender and inquisitive.

"What?" he asks, one brow arching above his sea-foam eye, a hint of suspicion in his tone at the attention being paid to the other.

A pause hangs between you as you ponder your next words. "... You're beautiful," the words escape your lips in a whisper, almost hesitant. You watch as they land on him, seeing the way his eyes widen imperceptibly, a crack in his usual stoic armor.

Silco’s response is a momentary silence, a rare loss for words, before a quiet, almost incredulous chuckle escapes him -- as if to deflect the tender compliment. “That’s a first,” he murmurs, a note of surprise coloring his tone as his eyes scrutinize yours for any hint of insincerity or taunting. But he finds none... just your genuine touch, continuing its exploration in silence.

... He quickly realizes that you mean it, and that unexpected honesty catches him off guard, stirring a tempest of emotions within the hardened leader.

As you pull your hand away, Silco's chest tightens, a storm of conflicting feelings swirling inside. His gaze lingers on you, seeking anchorage in the present amid the tumult of his thoughts. To buy time, he takes a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar, the smoke curling around you both as he processes…

The l u s t -- For the stunning creature in front of him that he snared in his web.

... And an adoration for your willingness to stay that way.

A drop of guilt ... For coveting such a soul like yours.

... But also, an unyielding resolve to never let you go.

The FEAR... For what could be l o s t if he wasn't careful.

... Yet hope for what could be if he was.

Above all, honor — for your choice to be with him, accepting all that he is ...and all that he is not.

Every. Single. Time... So far, anyway.

These emotions swirl within him, a maelstrom of desire, fear, and awe. But then, with a subtle exhale, he releases the smoke, along with the knot of thoughts threatening to draw him away from this moment of connection.

Your face starts to fall, worried you've overstepped, and you part your lips to apologize. But before you can speak, Silco wraps his arm around you, pulling you deeper into his lap.

"You're too pure for this world," he whispers, the warmth of his breath against your skin. His hold tightens, a gesture not just of possession but of deep care. "But don't worry, my Dove," he adds, a sly smirk playing across his lips as he gently rocks his hips, his growing affection evident against you, "...I'll take care of that."

His voice is murmur, a blend of mischief and promise. The intensity in his gaze suggests a longing that goes beyond this stolen moment, restrained only by the call of duty.

And as if on cue, a knock ripples through the tranquility of the office, serving as both a reminder and an interruption. "Boss, your next appointment is ready," Sevika announces from the outside world, her tone carrying the weight of his responsibilities.

A flash of disappointment crosses your face, mirrored subtly in the mismatched eyes that watch you. Silco catches it, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "… Tell them I'll need a few more minutes," he responds, his voice smooth yet firm as he takes another draw from his cigar. The unspoken words hang in the air between you with the smoke that was slowly dissipating — if not for these duties that bind him, this moment would have stretched into something more.

Sevika's footsteps retreat in silent acknowledgement, granting you both a brief extension of your private world. "A few stolen moments are all we have sometimes," he says softly, the usual hardness in his eyes giving way to a tender sincerity.

You let loose a soft sigh, resisting yet ultimately accepting of the situation. "I'll take whatever I can get," you breath, careful to not disturb the moment too much. His hand, warm against your back, pulls you a fraction closer and you lean forward to rest your forehead against his in quiet gratitude for another few beats.

You can feel the Zaunite shift as the minutes are spent, resisting the return of his hardened facade as the anticipation of his next task intrudes on his fleeting reprieve. "… I'm afraid duty calls," he says, a hint of regret lacing his words. “But trust me, there will come a day,” Silco says, his voice low and laced with a promise, “when I can give you not just moments, but hours, days... uninterrupted. Just be patient with me, my Dove.”

This time, it's you that is caught in a stunned silence. His words, a promise veiled as a whisper. In his embrace, you find a reassurance that goes beyond the confines of time and duty. It's a pledge of more — more time, more often, more of him.

As you reluctantly disentangle from his hold, preparing to step back into the world outside, Silco's gaze lingers on you with an intensity that speaks of future encounters. “This isn't the end, only a pause,” he assures you, his voice low and resonant. He leans forward, the distance closing as his lips brush softly against yours, each second savored.

In those final moments, as the green light bathes you both one last time, you understand the weight of his promise. It's not just words, but a vow — a vow to make up for every second lost to the demands of his world, a vow to explore the depths of what you both could be, when time finally allows.

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As the day finally began to come to a close, Sevika stepped into the dimly lit office and closed the door, her posture rigid with an urgency that commanded attention. Silco, still seated behind his desk, looked up from his paperwork, an air of expectancy in his gaze.

“Boss, we need to talk,” Sevika’s voice was firm, brooking no room for dismissal. “It’s about your most recent muse,” she nodded towards the door you had exited through some time ago, her expression serious.

Silco’s hand paused, the paperwork momentarily forgotten. “Go on,” he prompted, his voice betraying none of his thoughts.

“This relationship, it’s a risk. It makes you vulnerable, and vulnerabilities in our position can be fatal,” Sevika’s tone was unwavering, her concern clear.

Silco regarded her silently for a moment, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of acknowledgment and defiance. “They’re not the first to catch my attention, nor will they be the last...” His voice trailed off, uncharacteristically, as his own words sunk in and stirred a fierce rejection of his own statement.

“Bullshit. I see that look in your eye when they're around. This is different.” Sevika pressed, “And have you considered how Jinx might react to this? She's volatile, and if she senses she's losing your focus, it could lead to trouble. We can’t afford more instability.”

While the turmoil bubbled beneath his skin, Silcos hardened expression remained, unwilling to let Sevika know she's right nor unable to ignore her words of caution. "I'll handle it." He states flatly, returning to the documents on his desk.

Sevika pauses and studies him for several long moments before clenching her fists, sensing Silcos resistance yet knowing the discussion has been concluded. “... Just be careful, Boss. We can’t let our guard down. Not now."

After Sevika left, Silco turned back to the window, his mind a tumult of thoughts. In the reflection, his eyes held a depth of emotion seldom seen — a mix of determination and an unspoken conflict within. This connection with you had indeed become stronger than he expected, and Sevika wasn't wrong…

… This was different.