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okay but what about a DWM AU where Astrid never sleeps with Marcus, but Silco did

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made a new cover for my nanowrimo screen

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The feeling when you hate a man so much you protect him with your life from literary everything but you,, couldn't be Marcus

Reblogs will be met with hugs :3

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New Arcane Discord Server Drop!🌟

A chill public server space specifically for Arcane Rare Pairs [think Mel x Sevika, Silco x Marcus and more!]

Open to everyone 18+ who is looking for a safe and relaxed space to connect with other rare shippers and general Arcane fans

We have dedicated spaces for SFW, NSFW, and DD so that you can cater to your own preferences. We also have an OC & Self-shipping area!

Below link is good for 24 hours. If you miss it and still want to join then message me, @sweatandwoe or @zkyfall 🧪

[All rare ships allowed with the exception of underage and incest/pseudo-incest]

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Marcus on Silco's Instagram

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143. Marcus x Silco plssss

-Mars

MDNI - From Smut Prompt List

HAHAHAH THIS FITS THEM SO WELL, thank you anon

Tags: Enemies with benefits, Marcus has feelings, handjobs, kissing.

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Marcus has had enough of it. The cruelty he would've been able to handle, he could handle that. If it was just that he would find it so much easier to simply hate Silco.

But it's not so simple.

“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” Marcus is glaring at the wall, hands curled into fists in his lap. Tries to ignore the hot breath on his neck, the way he can already imagine scarred lips curling into a smirk from his words.

But it's very hard to ignore when it's mixed with hands lingering on his uniform, moving slowly. Nimble fingers that used to pickpocket find it easier to pick at his uniform buttons.

Silco's voice is warm against his ear. “Only because it clearly turns you on.”

Marcus's head turns, to snap at the kingpin but Silco's nose presses to his cheek the moment he turns. There's a smile there that is sly and has the Sheriff's stomach flipping from a mixture of rage and... emotions he tries to pretend aren't true even while he lets Silco undo more buttons.

"Can't even deny it can you, Sheriff?"

Marcus's lips smash together, closing his eyes too. Squeezing them both shut when he feels long fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, curling around him perfectly. He wants to hate it, but when Silco draws him against his chest, Marcus is leaning into it.

The collar of his uniform goes down and he lets out a quiet gasp when Silco's mouth sucks a mark onto a place where no one will see it. His eyes open, watching as Silco's hand moves over his cock. Hates how warm he feels while the Eye of Zaun keeps the other arm around his waist.

He has no feelings for Silco. He has no feelings but hatred for him. Just sometimes the lines of such a deep hatred blur with other things, creating the situations like the one he was in now. With Silco kissing his neck now, holding him like he was a lover and not an enemy.

Sometimes he wishes things were different. That he and Silco weren't from such opposite ends of life. That if they weren't so different, it would sting less when Silco kisses him. Swallowing the noises that Marcus gives willingly until everything is too much.

He cums hard, painting Silco's hand and the other man strokes him through it. There are murmurs against his mouth, that drag across his cheek until they're pressed to his ear that they're too loud to ignore.

Panting, he lets Silco hold him for a time. The Zaunite is quiet and if Marcus didn't know better, he'd almost believe Silco was taking in the moment too. Doing the same thing as Marcus: trying to make it last longer or memorize it.

But then there's a nip on his neck, and when presented with the coated fingers, he licks them clean. Once done, he's being directed, moved, and adjusted to be in between the other man's knees. Fingers tug in his hair.

"I think I know a better use for your head right now, Marcus." His other hand curls around the enforcer's jaw, thumb pressing just so against his lips. "Open up for me."

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hey, I hope this isn't rude but I kinda doubt get the whole marcus/silco thing. i know you're enjoying it! i just wanna ask why

hey anon

have you ever gathered around with a bunch of people and watch someone's house burn down? Like their entire livelihood, their legacy, their life is burning down and there's nothing really that can stop it once that flame has gone up too high

it's kinda like that but with like two single middle aged depressed/angry dads kissing instead of arson

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Sorry you're not feeling well! Sending healing energy 📡⚡🛰 💖

For 🦈🚓 maybe... Silco 'threatening' Marcus in one of their meetings but after a few lines the henchmen start to notice it's 50% innuendo and veiled compliments 😂

This got way too long. Marcus and Silco being catty, annoying boyfriends.

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"You should've known better."

Marcus stares at Silco, brow furrowing. He had just been dragged partially into the office by the two burly bodyguards the Eye of Zaun kept around, only to receive a lecture? "I should've known better?"

"I heard about how you went about your last assignment." Silco's lips twitch, taking a puff from the cigar, and smoke dances with his next few words. "It must have been quite the ride."

Marcus stares at him, eyes starting to bulge. Was he talking about-

The smirk from Silco, something that'd look quite normally cruel and condescending, but Marcus can see the slight shine in his eye.

Oh, he wanted to play that game?

He watches how relaxed Silco looks on the couch. One leg crossed over the other, cigar in hand, arms resting on the back of the couch. Mismatched eyes glimmer for whatever Marcus had to say and lips curled just slightly.

The enforcer crosses his arms. "It was alright."

Silco's mouth drops out of the smirk. "Just alright?

"It wasn't amazing, like some of the previous assignments you know. But it got the job done."

His fingers curl tightly around the cigar and his legs uncross to put both firmly on the ground. "It got the job done?"

"Yes. It got the assignment done." Marcus shifts on his little wooden stool. Then he's reminded of the two bodyguards, who when Marcus glances up, are sharing a confused look. He clears his throat and looks back to Silco, who is frowning. "It was quite a long assignment, I'll give it that."

Silco doesn't miss a beat. "It's nice to see you could match the stamina for it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, that you usually grow so tired after completion of an assignment. It's good to see you could last the entire time."

"If you have a problem with my work, why don't you say so."

Silco's lips curl downwards, the beginning of a snarl. "I am saying so now."

Marcus frowns deeply, crossing his leg now too. "Should I get another enforcer in here to try and get your ridiculously long assignments done?"

"Maybe it would help keep things interesting."

"Boss-" One of the guards starts when Marcus stands, fists at his sides.

"Get out." And when Marcus face flashes with hurt, Silco is quick to add on. "My guards, not you, Marcus."

"But boss-

"I said out."

Both sets of eyes follow the two guards until they're out of the room. And then Silco relaxes, against the couch. He glances to his cigar and shifts it between his fingers. "Just alright?"

"You know it was much better than just alright." Marcus comments, moving to the door to lock it. Then turns to stare at the other man, currently blowing a smoke ring out towards the ceiling. "Did you really drag me here just to gloat?"

He doesn't look back at the enforcer, even when Marcus makes his slow approach to the couch. "It's been days since I've heard from you."

And now Marcus begins to smirk. "So you were worried." Then a pause, a smirk growing into a slight smile. "You missed me."

Mismatched eyes snap at him. "I didn't say that."

"You implied it." Silco grows quiet, no doubt chewing on a careful response, while Marcus moves in front of him. It's very easy to get into his lap, straddling him while he knows Silco's gaze is following him. Earlier on, he never would've had the confidence to do this, would've followed Silco's lead the entire way. And he still liked to do that too, but it was fun watching the slight pink rising along his partner's cheeks. "And you know, I was going to think of a few fun assignments because I missed you too."

Silco swallows, taking a long drag of his cigar while Marcus leans in. A soft kiss to the side of his throat, then another while he begins to move his tie. "What sort of assignments?"

"A long one." He wraps the tie around his fingers, smirking down at Silco. The kingpin had the decency to really blush now, though Marcus is sure he'd be getting his revenge shortly. "I finished my actual assignments. Now I have some extended leave to use up."

Silco hums and tilts his head slightly back. "Does that mean I get you for the next week or so?"

"Yes-"

He's cut off by Silco's leg rising between his own, thigh rubbing between Marcus's legs. "Good." The cigar is snubbed out before Silco's hands are cupping his ass, dragging him closer. After a quick share of a kiss, his hands turn a touch gentler. "I did miss you."

"I know." He kisses Silco's cheeks and his nose. "I missed you too. Hopefully, no more actual assignments that require me to go away."

Silco smirks, meeting him for another kiss, before descending to mouth over his throat. "Well, I think this one is going to keep you quite tied up."