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picnic time

[darklcy]

also yeah hi! breaking my silence to bitch about ST but hope everyone’s had a nice holiday!

[darklcy]

atp i’ll write the ending myself

[darklcy]

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 | 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: armin arlert x reader, slight! marco bodt x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, season 1 AOT, mentions of depression, firearms, death, angst to comfort, 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: soldiers are allowed friendship, soldiers are allowed peace, soldiers are allowed to laugh.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

“Can’t sleep, either?”

Damn Marco and his ability to sneak.

A blanket drapes over your chilled shoulders. A hum exhales in response, neither in agreement or objection. For a minute, he’s quiet, sights honed into the dead fire, staring straight at the ghost of his Brother-in-Arms. 

You appreciated Marco’s similar habit of enjoying the silence. This was a first, but more often than not, a mutual agreement to not break the air resonated between you two. 

“It didn’t feel right to complete the exam after that.”

And yet he was always the one to break first. 

“At first, I was so in my head. I was afraid, anxious, but after it was over, a huge weight had been lifted. What happened wasn’t a worry of mine anymore. I was just so relieved to have completed the assessment, I’d completely forgotten the life that was just lost.”

You let him ramble. He was rattled; frankly you all were. Always prioritizing others’ needs before his, you allowed him this space to free his vulnerable thoughts. He continued.

“What makes me different from Ben Becker? What if I’d died today, and he got to continue his training?”

That made you frown. Glancing over at him, Marco lost himself to the moon, his expression troubled yet calm. He wasn’t asking for advice. His feelings simply laid themselves out on the steps, now leaving them in your care. It was inviting. 

Perhaps…you could confide in him about your troubling thoughts, too. 

“...I can’t afford to let myself wallow. I have to keep going. I have to be strong.”

The boy turns to you finally.

“If I falter for even a second, I’ll die.”

His hand raises to comfort, but hesitates. You also weren’t asking for his input. 

“I looked at him on the ground and saw myself. I saw everyone.”

Back in the forest, a hole encases Ben’s body into the depths, a shadow gulping him in its mouth. You run to your comrades, only for their bodies to sink into the soil, the earth swallowing them into the darkness. It was hollow, but endless. An infinite life of blindness and suffering, only able to hear screams of torture. You grab onto the trees desperately, fighting the hand that’s coiled around your boots. 

I don’t want to die.

“That mentality will get you killed.” 

The tendril is then ripped away. 

“You’re human. Mistakes are bound to happen. Today especially is an example of that. You can’t hold yourself to impossible standards.”

His hand finds home at your shoulder. 

“It’s okay to be afraid, but you can’t let that fear conquer you. You can’t.”

The shadows were gone now, no sinkhole in the soil, Ben still asleep in the fire. 

Marco appeared beautiful in the soft moonlight. High points of his cheeks illuminated with her glow, a gentle furrow in his brow to get his message across. It was hard not to gape at him, to submit to his eyes.

“You’re not alone in this fight. I’m absolutely terrified after today, but we have to fight that fear so it doesn’t take us. That’s what’ll get you killed.”

You felt yourself nodding at him. Whether it was of your own volition or his hypnotic gaze, it didn’t matter. He was right. 

You knew he was, you knew all along. 

“I just,”

The hypnosis breaks when you turn away.

“I want to be strong, but I feel this urge to be absolute, like that’s what’ll grant me immunity from death. If I can prove my strength, somehow life will reward me, and I’ll be safe.”

Your name from his mouth pulls you into his embrace. 

“No amount of hard work will prove yourself strong unless you feel it yourself. You have to believe it, because you are. You’re a great soldier.”

Marco lightly shakes you in emphasis. 

“You are so strong, please know that.”

You didn’t realize the heat in your nostrils until a tear escapes you. His words repeated a mantra in the walls of your mind, bouncing off each other to further echo his praise and comfort. His warmth invites you in, holds you close like a protective mother, warding off any evil that dares threaten you. Leaning against his chest, both his arms cradle you now, rubbing up and down your back with his chin atop your hair. 

 “Thank you.”

You mean it sincerely, and he doesn’t say anything. He knows.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──

“Mornin’ mornin’!”

The sun feels brighter today, with a gentle breeze to follow her heat. Sasha smiles at the cadet beside her, looping an arm on the way to breakfast. Her greeting rings like a sweet bell, and her smile could make the birds sing. Glancing up at the taller girl, you really take in just how pretty she is. Your arm locks around her elbow.

“Morning, Sasha.”

She’s taken aback for a split second, but her grin blossoms even wider. She lunges forward in a skip, giggles evolving into cackles. She was no different than a little girl running to the dessert stand downtown, eager to beat the other kids in line. The thought of it makes you beam, and soon your laughter joins hers.

Breakfast that day was the same as it'd always been, but it tasted just a bit sweeter.

–

“Right behind you!”

Mina, the ever sneaky assassin, flies ahead and steals your game with a shiiing, her blades glinting in the sunlight as they sliced through the wood. Every damn time..!

“Are you ever gonna see me coming?”

It’s an open invite to tease her back, play into her shenanigans, smile with her. There’s an underlying warrant to her grin, but her cheeks flush when your smile matches hers.

“Not if you keep talking.”

You challenge back, propelling forward through the forest, leaving Mina behind to eat the steam trail. Her giggles echo as she chases after you. 

–

BANG

“Your form’s gotten better.”

Resetting the musket, cocking the weapon in place, your right eye squints as your finger pulls the trigger.

BANG

A bullet embedded in the left shoulder.

“Eh, sometimes.”

Your head falls back with a groan. 

“It doesn’t help that my partner likes to hover over my shoulder.”

Marco chuckles. “Is it really hovering if it’s beneficial?”

You groan even louder. Marco just beams while you glare, like he truly meant no harm. 

“Pfft,”

You can’t keep it up anymore. His dumb face and dumb words, it’s so dumb you can’t help but laugh.

"Mmff,"

Marco loses the game as well, his skin flushing pink behind his cheesing. You exhale deeply after the fit passes, placing a hand cradling your aching chest. The two of you allow a couple moments to pass to catch your breath that was so effortlessly stolen. The boy peers at you once more, a fond gleam in his eye.

“You seem brighter.”

You pause. From where he stood, Marco’s freckles still appeared flustered, his gaze yet again trapping you in a stupor. You rise back up with an awkward throat clearing. 

“How do you figure?”

“I’m not sure how or when,” He exhales a long, shaky sigh. “But you smile with intention now.

You move with purpose, with humility, with courage. It’s remarkable to see.”

The boy marches a step forward, clapping a firm palm to your shoulder.

“I’m proud of you.”

All that’s left is a heartbreaking grin. His composure trembles, the weight of his pride breaking through his fingertips. You can feel it in the way he holds on, the way his palm practically engraves itself to your jacket. Never had you seen such an expression. 

Marco was endless in the ways to render you speechless. Mouth unsure to open or close, you simply blinked at the boy a couple times, settling on giving him a stiff nod. 

He chuckled and patted your arm twice, releasing you to sidestep back to his target. You remained frozen in admiration. 

BANG

“Ah!”

Marco buckles over in laughter. 

“Pffhahaha! I thought you were prepared”

You whack his back with a huff. “Obviously not!”

The grounds welcome your joy once again, the targets lifeless in front of you awaiting bullets that were yet to come.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──

“What’s up with you? You haven’t touched your food.”

A shoulder bump knocks the boy awake. Wherever he was seconds ago dissipates into a bustling mess hall, his soup untouched and spoon in hand. 

“Armin?”

A soft voice this time, from a woman across the table. The boy blinks, refreshing his mind’s algorithm. 

“Sorry, what’s up?”

“What’re you thinking about? You have this forlorn look in your eyes.”

Eren sort of chuckles, but Armin can hear the trepidation behind his breath. Had he been so lost that his friends noticed? What exactly was he just thinking about? Where was I just now...?

“It’s nothing important.”

It’s a bullshit answer, all three of them know it. Armin wasn’t surprised when the two didn’t press, instead exchanging glances and resuming their dinner. He’d come to them when the time was right, as the mantra goes for each one of them. 

He’s grateful as he scoops up a bit of cold soup. It’s gross and tasteless, but he ignores the grimace on his face when he swallows. 

“Hahaha.”

A simple laugh brings his gaze beyond the girl in front of him, beyond the room, to a table in the corner, sporting three girls gleefully chatting over a meal. Two of them he couldn’t see, but it was the one across that really mattered. It’s a silly, loud smile, careless and open, that Armin finally remembers what he’d been thinking about earlier. 

The soup doesn’t taste so bad now. 

[darklcy]

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[darklcy]

I just checked your blog and like actually freaked out out of happiness because your back, girl you have no idea how you made my day just by showing up again!❤❤

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[darklcy]

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader, slight! marco bodt x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.5k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, takes place in season 1, mentions of death and grief, depression, angst 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a death of a comrade follows you now, like a moth to the flame.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

𝐚/𝐧: im baaack! im so excited to return to altruistic, ive missed it so much, thank you all for being patient and loving this series. i hope you enjoy this chapter!!!

He initially disagreed with the idea.

He knew he had to try harder, talk louder, get stronger. Maybe this was the start to his journey. Huffing down a shaky sigh and thrashing his hands against his sleeves, his throat clears for his beginning sentence.

“...[Y/N]..?”

It’s timid and meek. Could he hear himself? Did you even hear him?

When you don’t stir from your position, he tries again.

“[Y/N]?”

And then he finally sees you. The skin around your eyes appeared red and irritated, probably a result from lack of sleep. Your blinks were lavishly slow as you peered at him, the moment of recognition crossing onto your face right before Armin’s eyes.

You greet him carefully, he notices. Throughout the whole interaction, he notices your movements. How you observed him when he made the gesture to sit beside you, when he referred to the mess hall for dinner. When you bow to your thighs in laughter, he’s mortified. Questions swirl in his brain of what went wrong, how he could fix it, why he is such a disaster-

He’s relieved when you wave him off, instead of barreling down on him like the weirdo he is. You even thank him for his terrible attempt at a compliment, and it makes him want to smile. He didn’t mess this one up..!

When you finally part ways for the night, he feels like there’s more to say, more he has to get off his chest, but he can see how exhausted you are.

Enough is enough for tonight, he decides, and he bids you goodnight. He daringly feels better on the walk to bed, somehow proud of himself for speaking to someone new. He doesn’t register his best friend’s greeting inside, instead heading straight for his bunk with a dazed smile on his face.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Your fork spins the soup in circles like drawing a picture, your fist serving as an anchor for your drowsy head. You’re not eating again, he notices. 

Skipping dinner, and now breakfast. His eyebrows worry, his own meal forgotten and lost. His tablemates eye him suspiciously, before the mess hall rings its bell, and dismisses the cadets to the training grounds. 

The first exam of the season, a 3D maneuver gear test in quadruples. Shadis, the eagle of a man, stationed up high in the trees with his clipboard, awaited the squads with an iron stance. The test commences.

A beam of sun kisses your skin. Tilting upwards with closed eyes, you grant yourself a bit of silence, basking in the ray’s heat. The birds sang a bit louder today than they did yesterday. The trees swayed more with the wind, and the oxygen encased your lungs in a deep inhale.

For a blip in time, it’s peaceful.

….

...The moment of pause turns into an hour gap between squads, and suddenly the medics swarm in with a stretcher. 

“Oh, god…”

Christa’s whisper joins the others’ gasps.

“..Lift him on three. 1, 2,”

A casualty, the very first one from the 104th division. A man named Ben Becker. 

Hannah Diament sobbed into the chest of Franz Kefka, his arms encircling her frame. He’d been in her squad. Fellow peers of his wept into their palms, unable to sustain the weight of the events behind closed doors. 

It was strange how stagnant it felt. It was chaotic yet still, blaring yet quiet. No water shed from your eyes, no tremble to be found in your knees. Just…nothing. 

You’d never spoken to Ben Becker before. All you remembered of him was that he hailed a couple years older than you. There wasn’t an inkling on where his interests lay, what regiment he planned on joining, if he wanted a family. Just a name and a face for your memory.

The instructor spectating Hannah Diament’s squad relayed the incident in a report: 

“The team members utilized great corresponding effort and teamwork, however, the most notable rule in 3D Maneuver equipment was disrespected by cadet Effie Schmidt and Ben Becker, causing Becker to crash land into an oncoming tree branch, fracturing his skull. Schmidt suffered minor injuries, although Becker was pronounced deceased upon impact.”

Tomorrow isn’t promised. Perhaps in the events of bed bunk sharing and mealtime, you’ve forgotten how easy death was. 

Sasha gulped beside you. Her usual rosiness had paled, eyes blown open and mouth quivering. Her smile stolen and lost in the trees, you wondered if it’d ever find its way back home. Glancing around, the remaining comrades matched Sasha in their shock. 

It could be anyone tomorrow, the next day, a year from now, laying on the same forest floor, blood spilling from their lifeless bodies, staring at you from milky irises that reflect in the sun. 

Lip skin pulled and stung under worried teeth that moved on their own. No, that can’t happen. You have to be better. Stronger.

“Commence testing. Next squad to be graded is Squad 19: Captain Marco Bodt, Mina Carolina, Samuel Linke-Jackson, and Thomas Wagner. You begin in five minutes. Ready positions.”

Murmurs and hushed whispers echoed throughout the stirred crowd, anxiously debating on whether or not to protest the exam. Like parting a group of sheep, it was Marco who stepped forward.

“S-Sir, with all due respect, shouldn’t the assessment be cancelled? A lot of us are still in…shock, so to speak.’

Shadis’s eyes narrowed, stern but not patronizing.

"By signing up to become soldiers, you all have agreed to the terms and conditions that this job grants, and unfortunately, death of a comrade is one of those conditions. In battle, you must not waver at the sight of a deceased team member and keep moving forward. If for one second you hesitate on the battlefield, the next one to go will be you. This is the first of many. From this moment on, you have experienced death, and learn now that you have to keep going. Keep training hard and you will succeed. You may all grieve later, but right now you have to work. I will see your squad soon, Bodt."

The stone man treaded away with a turn of his heel, soon firing his cables into the trees above. An uncomfortable aura washed over the forest floor, Ben Becker fading further away in the bushes, slowly growing smaller and smaller. As much as it was hard to admit, Shadis was right. 

Marco met your eyes for a split moment, wearing a face full of unease. He had so much to say in his expression. It makes you frown. 

 The next person to lock eyes with you was a boy with large pearly eyes, ones eager to weep but no tears marked his skin. Armin holds his gaze like an unsure animal, a deer carefully navigating the forest to avoid predators. Unlike Marco’s purposeful look, Armin appeared uncertain, but certain all the same. Reassuring, but unassuring. Curious, but wary. 

Marco rolls his shoulders back.

“Squad 19, let’s get ready.” 

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Strange how entrancing sparks of ember could be. Dangerous and simultaneously warm, providing a light in the dark of night, safety to those lost in shadows. 

Ben Becker lay asleep in the burning piles of wood. His family would have no body to put to rest, no son to bury in the earth’s soil, just a memory of what once was, and who he could’ve been. At least now, he appeared peaceful, a peace no living soul could hope to achieve should they reach the end themselves. 

Weeps mixed in with the wind carrying the flames upward. Friends of Ben whispered their parting words, thoughts, and wishes of rest into the fire. You allowed your eyelids to close.

Death. What a cold yet warm concept. In the silence of death, there was comfort, compassion, words of vulnerability. But how long will it take before that fire burns out, and you’re back to the cold, hollow wound that’s forever embedded?

Would you ever allow yourself to get used to this feeling?

Just as your eyes reopened, the flames burned itself out, Ben Becker’s body forever ashes. The moon was a crescent this night, and her position in the sky indicated it was time to retire to the bunks.

 Though most would have trouble sleeping, especially the boys who now had an empty bed to stare at. 

....

A restless cadet turns to the window. His chin resting upon his forearm, he frowns when he spots a figure still perched outside the womens’ cabin, just like that night. And just like before, your body hunched in on itself, a protective shield against the night. There was no fire to keep you warm, he dutifully notes. 

He rises up in his bed with his blanket in tow. His plan of action is already set in stone, not even thinking of fixing up his sleep wear, but just as he’s about to descend down the ladder, another cadet beats him to the door. 

Armin stiffens at Marco’s back retreating outside, his blanket in his grasp, clearly harboring the same idea as him. Sure enough, as Armin settles back down, Marco has joined you on the steps now, his blanket wrapped carefully around you. 

Downcast, Armin closes the curtains, putting his back to you and the freckled boy.

[darklcy]

HELLOOOOOO LOVELIES! ⭑.ᐟ

HOW ARE YALL!!!! Some updates!

i turned 24 and totally didnt have my blog updated for two months so thats silly

ive started reading ACOTAR and AHHH!!! I NEED RHYSANDDDD

got some cool job opportunities coming up :3

been feeling really inspired and called back to writing, and I see the call for more Altruistic chapters, I PROMISE I SEE YOU!!!

tlou season 2 live action has been SERVING ME WELL

anddd thats all atm, i missed the tumblr community i feel good to be back :,)

[darklcy]

Hiii, sorry if I'm disturbing but I just recently stumbled upon one of your stories with my favourite character and it was so good that I read so many of them from your profile. And I was really wondering when you will continue 'altruistic', the armin x reader story? I'm sorry, your writing is just so good.

hi anon! not disturbing me at all sorry it took me a bit to get back to you!

i really love that you’re enjoying Altruistic! chapter 4 is a big WIP at the moment but i promise it will return!

thanks so much for reading :,) it truly makes me happy you’re enjoying the series ahhh

[darklcy]

I know the aot headcanons u posted were written kind of a while ago but I’d be interested in any hcs u have about jean and Connie!!

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 ☆ | attack on titan masterlist

hey anon!! im glad you asked i actually have playlists for both of them if you're interested >:)

≫ jean

≫ connie

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍:

pining god. a yearner. a piner. the eyes chico they never lie

when he has a crush on someone, its obvious to everyone else 

he tries to be funny but he just looks sweaty. constantly staring at you but when you meet his eyes he blatantly looks away. 

ofc you don’t notice

When you two do get together, you had to be the one to ask him out.

he really tried his best, but when he approached you privately with his face looking like a tomato, you smiled and pecked his cheek, and he just about exploded

SIR PENTIOUS FROM HAZBIN. THATS BASICALLY JEAN

he is a sweetie tho :,) opens the door for you, hand on your lower back, puts himself between you and the street.

Whenever you compliment him hes the same as eren where he tries to act coy 

"pfft. nahh."

meanwhile his face is beet red

unironically into harry styles, 1975, arctic monkeys

gets really mad at iphone games like flappy bird lmfao

“I dont even like tiktok that much” (always scrolling through his fyp)

“Hey jean, can you pass me my phone?” “No,” while passing you your phone.

cheesy pick up lines like: “How are you, Jean?” “Better now that you’re here.” 

The trend of “whos your celebrity crush” cutting to “no one is more beautiful than my amazing partner” except hes serious

when he sees you trying to lift something heavy, he goes “here, i got it,” and takes it from you without asking.

Dont try to fight him either, he really, really insists

And i KNOW THIS MAN CAN COOOOOK. 

You wake up and hes making eggs or pancakes, whatever u want with a smile. UGHHH

Listens to music while he does it

More than a woman by the bee gees i know yall remember

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄:

simp.

simp simp simp simp

constant “DAYUUUUM”s from him

I dont think he’d have a confidence issue with flirting. If he likes someone hes straight up

“Hey, you’re really attractive. Can i take you out?”

he's direct and up front, but that adds to the appeal honestly

loves to ask questions about you, your life, your hobbies, wants to know every little detail about you

not really into people asking about his life, but he's not closed off either, so he’ll open up

Also has a vape LOL

I think he’d have one tattoo maybe behind his ear since his hair is buzzed, but only one

also one earring, a silver hoop

drives a car that has a loud engine because of course he does

I feel like hed drive a B&M or a dodge charger

anyways hes really sweet also

but just because yall are dating doesnt mean he wont be silly. he's constantly annoying you

“Babe what are you doing” “babe whats that” “babe how much longer”

pokes you. a lot

would jokingly burp and blow it in your face

“Eww, god connie.” “I’m just showing you my love, do you not want my affection?”

Rage gamer to the MAX

If anyone of you watch jake webber:

Hes in the kitchen streaming, while carrington his roommate can be heard screaming from the other room

YOU AND CONNIE FR

you love him <3

[darklcy]

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

‣ will turner x f! reader | 1.5k words | slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, comfort; im in love with will turner

‣ when the uncertainty of the future makes itself known to you, he's there to give you a gentle reminder through his embrace.

‣ i recently watched potc for the first time ever and yeah. im obsessed with him maybe actually

You used to long for nights like this. A couple hours to yourself and the great blue while the rest of the world quieted, weak to their need for rest. 

Above you lay a painting of constellations as far as the eye can stretch, and if you watched closely and held your breath, a wish could be found amongst the specs of light. Blink and it’d be lost forever, but such are the wonders of the vastness beyond Earth’s gates. It was a shame the moon welcomed sleep instead of wake.

Without a single cloud, her light embraced you like your mother once did, many years ago in childhood.

Your hands grip together above your trembling kneecaps. The moon brought cold winds with her beauty, as did the sea water beneath the Black Pearl. The weather wouldn’t scare you off this night, however. The bundle of cloth tightened around your shoulders as you peered up to the sky once more, allowing yourself  yet again to be caught in her hypnosis.

It’d been months since you stepped foot in your hometown. The second boot met this vessel’s wood, the gravity of consequences made themselves familiar. Home would never be home again. Your image was now tainted, purity washed away with bad blood, piracy, under command of Captain Jack Sparrow. And what a name he had, for good and for worse. Mostly worse.

It didn’t bother you at first. No longer bound to an island with invisible chains of societal pressures and standards. Out here, your name was all you had. No care for a backstory, for family ties, or occupation. Freedom released the chains from your soul, metal rupturing under itself and disintegrating. The stench of saltwater, pirates and rum soon became home, and as you inhaled and exhaled on the wooden steps, your joints and aching muscles freshened.

Still, there was a feeling you couldn’t quite shake off no matter how far you sailed. It was bothersome, and you could tell it was beginning to affect you. 

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

Others were starting to notice as well. 

There was room for one more occupant deliberately open, he took note of. His body heat robbed you of your chill, replacing it with his warmth as his arm bumped yours, easily reminding you of the liminal space you now resided in. 

Will Turner had become a close friend. Never the type of man you’d suspect to become a pirate, with his understanding nature and selfless acts. He had a father out there, you learned early on. “Bootstrap” Bill Turner. His name carried weight overseas, having been a part of Jack Sparrow’s old crew–prior mutiny.

His whereabouts lay unknown now, either taken by the sea herself or out on a boat serving another captain under alias. You could see how much it affected Will. He wasn’t one to particularly hide his emotions, and yet, certain days he required a little re-reading. 

His arms dangled over his thighs with his lips resting in their usual frown. The pinch between his brows had lessened a bit, but you could still detect a faint indent. A pirate’s life isn’t necessarily blissful, you suppose. His brown eyes interlock with yours when his chin turns to you. 

“What’s on your mind?”

You break his eye contact to find your fumbling fingertips, your nails anxiously kneading your cloak’s fabric back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…

Will drawls your name as his shoulder nudges you. You scoff with a grin.

“Sorry, I just,” You glance up, still not meeting him. “I’ve been thinking about home lately.”

He hums. 

“You miss it?” 

Do you? You pause for a moment.

 “I don’t know yet.”

He remains silent to allocate for any other thoughts you want to share, to which you settle in and release another sigh.

“It’s not that I wish to return, in fact I quite enjoy being out here. I have no life back home, but here I am, watching the night sky like I’m a little girl again.”

A single cloud trails the moon’s borders, a warning for frigid air. Will shuffles closer.

“I think about what’s to come. For you, the crew, myself.” You threaten another smile. “Jack.”

Will chuckles. “No bother worrying about him, that’s for certain.”

“And still, I wonder where he will end up. He’s so unpredictable, frankly it stresses me out.”

The two of you share a hushed laugh. You at last face him beside you, a nice fervor to your cheeks at his dimpled grin and soft eyes. He truly was handsome for a pirate. You’d imagine this life would break him, that one day his sanity would wane and crumble right before you, but his smile brightened the night as it always had, even now in your time of turmoil. 

He’d rot away on the Black Pearl should he remain here, when his destiny lay greater than yours, greater than any old pirate on a quest to satisfy selfish desires. A frown kisses your lips. 

“Where will you go, Will?”

His brows pull together this time in skepticism. 

“In a year’s time, say we’re still here, sailing the Black Pearl. Where will you go then?”

You watch as his knuckles cushion his chin. He’s quiet, steadily exhaling through his nose as his eyes wander the deck. 

“...I’d like to find my father.”

You lean closer, pushing him just slightly.

“And tomorrow? Say we hear news of your father right at dawn, just as the crew wakes up. Would you go, then?”

You realize then you wouldn’t want him to. The pain of his absence would be too great for your longing heart. You wished happiness for him, but would he stay if you asked him? Would you even be able to unleash that self-serving desire to him? 

You speak faster than your pounding chest can keep up with.

“I-,”

“ You have far too much potential to be here with us when you could be making more progress out there. You should go. You should be with him, you deserve to know where he is, and what happened to him.”

Will nods. You make a fair point. The sorrow of his leave has begun to sink her claws into your blood, but maybe now's the time to mourn him before he inevitably vanishes from you forever. 

“And what about you? Where will you go?”

You flinch, taken aback, the suddenness tethering you to the present moment. It renders you speechless for a minute. It wasn’t a year in the future, and tomorrow hadn’t yet broken the horizon. Will Turner was still here, right here on these steps, tonight. His inquiry brings him even closer to you, as if he too could feel the crave of your pulse, the pulse that quickened the longer you lived in his eyes.

“...I’ve nowhere to go.”

It’s revealed at last, and Will softens. You fixate on your knees, the tugging of fabric never faltering under your grip.

“...I’m afraid, Will. I’m afraid one day, the Black Pearl will fade, and so will everyone aboard, you included. I’m afraid of the day I’ll be stuck here while life carries on without me.”

You didn’t want him to go. You have him now, but how long until he disappears to the sea? Until you’re inevitably alone, sailing a ship with no crew, no family, no home. 

“It’s incredibly selfish of me, when I want more than anything for you to find your father. I want you to go where the wind can take you, and still I…”

Will’s hand encases yours.

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He speaks your name like a god’s prayer, as if it was a sacred relic to be cherished and protected. Maybe you could pretend that’s how he felt about you. You squeeze his hand in return, but he continues.

“What happens in a year doesn’t matter now. You’re here, and I’m here. I’m here tonight, tomorrow, and more days to come.”

His open palm takes the side of your face to turn towards his, his body meeting yours.

He was even beautiful up close; his gaze could lull you into a hypnosis that matched the moon’s, and as his thumb soothed the skin of your cheek, you realized just how eagerly you were holding onto him.

You see blatantly how much he means to you. How dear his presence was in your heart, and how him being close to you awoke emotions you never wanted to forget. It feels foolish now to wonder about future events when he’s here before you, promising his commitment through the palm of his hand.

“I’m not leaving you.”

He catches your tears with both hands, embracing you ever so close to him, erasing any fragment of space that allows the wind to brisk your skin. His warmth flushed your body as more and more tears fled you, clinging onto his forearms like he’d vanish any second. When he parts, his forehead kisses yours, refusing to let you go just yet. 

“Wherever you are, I’m with you. If you’ll have me, I’ll stay with you and protect you from ever worrying about me leaving you again.”

His body encircled yours in a safe caress, his arms tight around your torso. You rested your cheek against his collarbone as you sighed, breathing him in, holding onto whatever you could of him. 

“I’m with you, Will.”

I’m with you.

[darklcy]

i made more playlists（´・｀ ）♡

✰ i love frodo baggins

✰ will turner is for the girls

ive been noticing a severe lack of will turner fics............i may have to change that..

[darklcy]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐭.

────˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚─────

‣ vi x reader | arcane masterlist | 1.9k words | enemies to lovers, angst, not super fluffy but happy end, mentions of low self esteem

‣ you assumed she hated you, but maybe it goes deeper than that when a fight has you taking shelter in her childhood home

‣ welcome back vi lovers! the arcane s2 brainrot is here and im back from my hiatus! (i hope you enjoy i may be rough i haven't written in a while)

Vi was too reckless for her own good.

Self-sabotaging can only carry you through so much, her invisible trophy wall of each violent encounter growing by the day. It was frustrating to see her do this, and yet every time a splotch of bruises formed, or a new line of blood dirtied her cheek, the more her perseverance began to crack. 

The pressure was abundant on her shoulders, you could practically feel it yourself. Whether she pulled you in, or you jumped yourself, the burden was also yours to carry. 

Sometimes you wondered if she disliked you. A simple question of well-being, how are you, earned a chilling glare and passive aggressive comments she meticulously crafted to falter your ego. Maybe she thought you were too weak to understand her pain, or perhaps it was the way your concern pushed through whatever bite she spat at you. 

Or maybe she just didn’t like you.

A bit ironic, seeing her sustainable relationship with the Enforcer from topside, the last person you would’ve thought her to be acquaintances with. And if you observed closer, Vi seemed to carry herself differently around her, this Caitlyn from Piltover. 

Though, there was credit to give. Her marksmanship was unlike anyone you’d ever seen in the lanes. She was light on her feet and agile, shooting her targets with perfect precision. No wonder she bore a badge proudly. 

And you were anything but a fighter. Maybe that’s why Vi looks at you the way she does. She’d marked you as a liability, vulnerable to the dangers of the world. It upset you, the way her nose scrunched up with her glares and cold shoulders. 

Who was she to judge you anyway? Every time you choose violence, you come out broken and bloody, so what’s the point? Whatever. Screw her and her opinions. Who the fuck needs her anyway. 

If only you’d fucked off when she told you to. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this mess. Here. In the ruins of Vi’s childhood home, with a bloody nose and bruised cheek. With Vi. Damn your determination to prove her wrong. Damn those thugs for surrounding her completely, for not giving her a second to get back up. There was no stopping what was to come, that was clear the moment your bags were strewn hastily to the ground and shouts were thrown at her perpetrators. A sock to the face immediately took to the ground. The punk wouldn’t stop pounding hits to your face. Damn you, Vi.

Your pain wasn’t for nothing when Vi dragged herself up and freed you from his grip, knocking his ass to the concrete with a bloodied lip. Your vision was blurry as she took off running with her fingers tight around your wrist. When you stopped to breathe is when you realized your surroundings, confirmed with a stone marked with the names Power and Violet. 

The neon sign that previously towered over this ghost town had been toppled over and destroyed; half the foundations of the house torn to dust. The sight made you frown. The only remaining wall was to your left, sheltering a twin sized bed mattress with a tattered sheet on top. A groan to your side beckoned you to look over, watching as she shuffled to the mattress. In the distance, you could make out the faint echoes of yelling, the vast cliffs muffling the words together into a vague holler. 

“It’s probably best to sleep here. They’re not gonna leave anytime soon.”

Vi grumbled, not missing the hint of annoyance coming from her. She was laying on her side now, back to you and arms circling her stomach. You didn’t respond, instead trudging over to the bed and stiffly laying down beside her, back slightly grazing hers.

Neither of you spoke a word. 

It was hard to tell what she was feeling. She never was one to vocalize her thoughts, especially with you. With Caitlyn, maybe.

“...I didn’t need your help.”

Your shoulders tensed up. 

“I had control of everything. You just messed it all up.”

The fabric of the thin sheets acted as a stress reliever as you gripped tighter and tighter.

“...What the hell was I supposed to do? Seriously,”

“Not interfere? Now we’re stuck here.”

Today was not the day to be dealing with her attitude. You were sore, bloody, and in the worst mood possible to be treated like this. It didn’t help that her words stung, the bitterness stabbing into your open wounds.

“Well, maybe don’t pick fights with a group of guys who are clearly bigger and stronger than you.”

She snapped her body up and looked down on you.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

You rolled over to your back, glaring up at her.

“They were clearly stronger than you! If I hadn’t shown up who knows what the fuck they would’ve done?”

“Oh yeah? And what good did you do? Take a few swings to the face?”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to be eye level.

“I mean, yeah?! If I hadn’t taken those punches, you would still be on that damn street!”

Vi mockingly put a hand over her heart. “My hero.”

“Fuck off.” You moved to shove her in the shoulder, but her hand snapped around your wrist. Her glare intensified, eyes turning sharp and nose scrunching up. All your anger drowned in a pool of nerves while her fingers tightened, the skin of your hand turning red. She leaned in uncomfortably close.

“You really wanna go there?”

Her eyes bore into yours, not faltering eye contact for even a second. 

You could feel the tension in your neck beginning to ache. You would never win against her, but the thought was intoxicating. After a few quiet seconds, you yanked your wrist back, her fingers marking red indents into your skin. 

She scoffed, nodding her head while moving away from you. “That’s what I thought.”

You wanted to beat her. You wanted to win, just once. 

“What the fuck is your problem anyway.”

Her sharp eyes flickered to yours. It intimidated you every time, like she was the big bad bully in school, teeth grazing her lips as she fought back the retaliation.

You pushed through. “...All I’ve ever done was just try to help. Yet here you are, always pissed at me for no damn reason. What have I done to make you hate me so fucking much?”

Her eyebrows pinched together for a breath of a second. “...Huh?”

You threw your arms up, shuffling forward and standing from the cushion. 

“Every single day, you treat me like I’m some helpless child, like I’m a fucking idiot who can’t do anything. I’m an adult, Vi. Just because I can’t fight doesn’t mean I can’t do anything, for fucks sake.”

She watched you pace throughout the empty house, her eyes heavy as lead. You huff.

“It’s like, every time I try to do anything, you look at me like I’m some stupid child who keeps messing up. I’m tired of it. Either tell me straight up or leave me alone.”

Your spine met stone as you slid down to the floor, her carved name above your head. 

Pulling your knees up, your chin fell to your chest, arms dangling across your kneecaps to finally give your body some rest. Didn’t feel like a victory, but the weight of her burden dissipated just by a little. You’d never snapped back before, never given yourself the strength to stand up to her. Enough was enough. You can’t live like this anymore.

Vi remained quiet, whether she was debating on arguing or not, you didn’t care. The fight of sleep was winning, and your eyelids began to slowly surrender.

“...I wasn’t going to do anything, yknow.”

They snapped back open.

“Earlier, I mean. I wasn’t actually gonna hurt you.”

You don’t move to face her. Vi continues.

“I don’t hate you, you just,” She sighs. “You do things that confuse the fuck out of me, and frankly it pisses me off.”

You scoff. “Like what?” 

“Like jumping into that fight. That was a dumbass move, and you know it.”

“Oh my god. How is that a dumbass move- I helped you out, didn’t I? Besides, I put myself there, why are you the one pissed off? I should be pissed off.”

“Yes. Yes, you should!” She stands up from the mattress to tower over you, her voice beginning to raise.

“You should be pissed off, because you got socked in the face and now, you’re stuck here. Why did you do that? That was so stupid.”

A pinch pulled your brows together. “Obviously I know what happened, I’m literally here. What point are you trying to get at?”

Vi shakes her head and runs a hand through her spiked, greasy hair. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe how dense you are.”

You watch as she saunters over to the same name engraved stone to slide down the rock, her knees knocking with yours. She’s silent for a moment as you stare at her profile, the hint of a smirk coming up her lips.

“It’s stupid of you to concern yourself with me. It’s my problem, not yours.”

You still didn’t get it.

“But why does that piss you off?”

She turns towards you now.

“I know what I’m capable of. I know what I’m getting into. You don’t. You walked into a fight that wasn’t yours to begin with, and in return, you got hurt.”

“So…you’re mad that I got punched in the face?”

A groan leaves her falling chin. 

“I’m mad that you were there to begin with. I’m mad that you got hurt on my behalf, and I’m mad that you’re dragged into this mess. It’s my shit to deal with.”

She pauses to take a deep inhale. “And…I took my frustration out on you, and I’m sorry.”

The tensed muscles of anger faded from her apology, her eyes carrying a softness you’d never seen before. She was being genuine. Open. Vulnerable. 

You sighed with her. 

“Thank you.” 

The quiet that fell over you two now was pleasant. It was nice seeing Vi like this, being used to her thirst for arguing. Your head leaned back against the rock as you let your eyelids close once more. 

“How bad is it?”

Her fingers touch you softly before you peer up at her. She gazes at the blood smeared under your nose with a grimace, her pointer finger stroking the welt on your cheek. 

“It’s fine. Could be worse.”

She shakes her head. “...It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

You scoffed. “It’s completely mine. I’m the dumbass who jumped into a fight that wasn’t mine, remember?”

You smile at her despite the twang in your jaw. Her hand falls back to her side.

“My hero.”

Her lips upturned, the scar on her upper lip flashing itself at you. You don’t miss the way she falters for a moment, relishing the close proximity her face is to yours. Her fingers twitch by her thighs to touch your cheek again, but instead she smacks a hand on top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. 

She stands up to make way back to the bed. “Come to bed. You need rest, too.”

You haven’t moved just yet, the whirlwind of her processing slowly in your brain. Your skin felt hot under your cheeks, but as you shakily stood up to join her, you found the burden of her turning into something else. 

Vi was different, now. Good different. You liked this different. Laying down beside her on the mattress, you don’t turn away from her.

[darklcy]

chat, i'm cooking up something

in the meantime, please listen to my legolas playlist

➸ pining for legolas ⚜

im in my LOTR brainrot right now

[darklcy]

ALSO ARCANE LOVERS HOW WE FEEEELLINGGGG

i stayed up till 4 watching Act 1, if you haven't seen it already LOCK IN

i have some thoughts but i wont share right now ill give you a chance to watch before i release my brain rot

[darklcy]

𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭!

i have re-aestheticized my blog! i was digging the cyber city theme for a while, but i recently watched LOTR + The hobbit and now i'm really into the forest fantasy.

it doesn't help im already a big fantasy girlie lmao