#actually I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone left bc I’ve been omega dead

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Holy shit Luci wrote something for the first time in *checks history* JANUARY FIRST JESUS CHRIST-

um anywayssss. Have some Signora content because we stan a girlboss in this household-

TW: Signora is dead, technically SAGAU, Reader is implied to be a deity/supernatural entity, character death, flower symbolism, platonic relationship between characters

Flowers & Fated Reunions

The woman knew she had died. That much she was certain of. In a way, she supposes it wasn’t too painful of an end. It was certainly less painful than many of the deaths she had been responsible for carrying out through her life. The electro energy had killed her before the sting of the blade could reach her. But if she was dead, then where was she? The place she found herself in seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. What might have been a sky was nothing more than a featureless white void, contrasting boldly with the scenery that surrounded her. For as far as she could see there were beautiful purple flowers blooming and swaying in an unseen breeze. They were gorgeous, but unfamiliar. She had amassed no small amount of knowledge over her long lifetime, and yet she could not begin to recognize this strange flowers.

“Lovely aren’t they?”

She whirled around, her eyes locking onto the form of the one who’d spoken, the guarded light in her eyes fading slightly as she recognized them. A million questions filled her head, and yet the words that escaped her lips were not one of them. “What are they?”

The familiar (e/c) eyes broke away from the field of flowers and met Rosalyne’s, filled with a warmth she had not felt in a very long time. “They are purple hyacinths. They are considered a symbol of a love ill-fated…” The creator’s eyes returned to the vast landscape of violet petals once again. After a brief moment of silence, they spoke once again, softer this time. “Such a flower seems to represent your story all too well, doesn’t it?”

Before Rosalyne could answer they knelt down and cupped one of the many blooms in their hand, a bitter smile on their face. “…I’ve never really liked them. To love so deeply, only to lose it… Isn’t it just too cruel? Perhaps some believe it better to have loved and lost it than to have never loved at all. But I have never been able to share such sentiments.”

The flower seemed to start to wither in the hold of the creator, as if it knew it was unwanted, the countless other plants that grew around them beginning to do the same. In mere moments the endless field was nothing more than a barren stretch of earth, the purple flowers having left no trace of themselves behind. The creator stood and turned to the woman, eyes full of light and a small smile on their lips.

“Perhaps they ‘La Signora’ yes, but you are more than that alone. You never overcame the loss of your loved one, but neither did you ever give up on that love. Not once did your affections falter, not once did you hesitate to follow through with that which you believed would return him to you. You loved, you lost, and thought it is a part of you; you are far more than that alone; you are Rosalyne.”

The creator knelt down once more, motioning for the other woman to do so as well. They reached out and laid their hand upon the soil, a faint warmth filling the area before, quite suddenly, sprouts began to emerge from the empty earth. Sprouts quickly became stems, growing taller as buds began to form. Before long the new buds bloomed, small rounded flowers hanging down from the stem which bent to the side under their weight. The petals were a soft white, and although she was not sure why, a sense of longing that she had carried for so long she’d forgotten it was even there lifted from her heart. Hesitantly she reached out and brushed her fingertips against the blossoms, the softness of the petals calming the racing questions that filled her mind. These flowers were also unfamiliar to her, yet they brought a sense of peace to her that she could not help but relish in.

“…They are known as the Lily of the Valley. While purple hyacinths might represent La Signora, they are not destined for you Rosalyne. The Lily of the Valley stands for a returning happiness, the reunion of love that was once lost. They stand for the next chapter in your story.”

The flowers began to sway more fervently as the once gentle breeze grew stronger, the sound of the creator’s gentle laughter dancing within the wild winds.

“You’ve kept him waiting long enough, don’t you think? The two of you belong together after all, so there’s little point in lingering here.”

Rosalyne felt the field begin to grow distant, as though she were seeing it through a foggy mirror. The creator embraced her as the surroundings steadily faded away.

“It’s okay Rosalyne. You can take off your mask now. It’s okay.”

The rest of the world faded away into a soft white light, before she felt herself drift off into a dreamlike sleep.

———

(E/c) eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, a yawn escaping from their form as the sat up. A bittersweet smile formed on their lips as they caught sight of a familiar white flower in the corner of their eye. Turning towards it they sighed softly. They hadn’t been able to save Rosalyne, but at least they had done what they could to help her find peace.

A/N: It’s ya gurl Luci back writing apparently! Is this an official return to writing fanfiction, or is it a one time thing? Hell if I know! I guess only the future will tell. Regardless, we stan Rosalyne reuniting with her bby in this blog! @dunno-why-im-here-either yuyu i wrote a thingy again how much worse did my writing get after my hiatus I need to know plz-

#luci writes #guess I’m writing again now #actually I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone left bc I’ve been omega dead #genshin impact x reader #sagau #la signora #genshin signora #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #platonic #la signora x reader #signora x reader #genshin impact #Genshin x reader #sagau signora

[melwilson]

Lowkey Being Adopted by Chris Argent Includes...

i love chris argent and his character development was immaculate (btw this after allison and his wife died and he is no longer a hunter) this is my favorite imagine i’ve written so far. i hope you all like it as much as i do!!

my favorite imagine i’ve written! click to read !!

he found you all alone in the woods in southern california surrounded by your dead pack

you didn’t trust him at first, which he understood considering he was an argent, but you went with him anyways bc you were now an omega

he took you back to beacon hills where you met scott and the rest of the pack

they accepted you quickly

he enrolled you into bhhs under his name even though he wasn’t your technical legal guardian

he let you make the guest bedroom your own and gave you money to go shopping w lydia

you noticed that the door to the room next to yours was never opened and christ never entered it...ever

the first couple of weeks were a little awkward for the both of you

chris wasn’t used to living w someone again

you weren’t used to him

but eventually the both of you got used to each other

you guys eat breakfast and dinner together everyday

and he drives you to school (usually stiles or lydia will take you home)

he taught you how to use a gun

and let you have one of his

“i have claws and fangs...why do i need a gun?”

“sometimes it’s best if people don’t know you’re a werewolf.”

the two of you weren’t really adamant on physical touch

but one day you came home upset and ran right into chris’ arms surprising the both of you

he didn’t pull away until you did and didn’t supress the small smile on his face

“are you okay?”

“yeah, i just needed...a hug.”

that was a big step in your relationship

you guys didn’t hug all the time, but they were definitely more frequent

one night, on a full moon, chris randomly asked what color your eyes were

(you had never changed around him or any of the pack)

to say he was surprised when he saw they were red was an understatement

“why didn’t you tell me you were an alpha?”

“why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“who told you i had a daughter?”

“stiles.”

he was very distraught after you had gotten injured by berserker

like he almost lost his mind

he was by your side 24/7 since you were taking longer to heal

he didn’t want to lose anyone else

especially not you...he had become very fond you

“i thought i told you not to follow me.”

“...you know i don’t listen very well. besides, you were about to get your stomach slashed open. i can heal...you not so much. just admit it, it’s better me than you.”

he was very protective

as were you

you were the only person who ever called him chris

you were one of the only who could make him laugh

one night at dinner, he told you about his complicated family

he even showed you pictures of allison

“she’s beautiful.”

the next night, you told him about your pack

“how’d you become and alpha?”

“my mom was dying when i got back to the woods that night. she forced me to end it...so i could have her power.”

it was a very vulnerable two days for you two

but you got closer

movie night you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder

and so you guys slept on the couch bc chris didn’t wanna wake you

he showed you the argent armory

and showed you how to stamp a bullet

“why the lightning bolt?”

“it was my pack symbol.”

no one ever messed w you

and no one ever messed w chris

no human at least

for your birthday he bought you a leather jacket to match his

and a car

but you liked the leather jacket more. it was more personal to you

however, you weren’t complaining about the car either

fighting the dread doctors together

you guys make a very dangerous team

you went w him when he went to get gerard out of whatever nursing home he was rotting in

you always carried a gun around gerard bc chris didn’t want him finding out you were supernatural

“then why didn’t we just leave him? he’s not gonna help us catch the beast.”

“we don’t have a choice, y/n.”

however, gerard found out about your secret when you ran out of bullets...

“you’ve been harboring an alpha werewolf, chris?”

“touch her and i’ll kill you.”

“i could kill him myself. i think that’s a valid solution.”

you stayed as far away from him as possible

you nearly lost your mind when chris had the supernatural toxins in him after being cut by the whip of a ghost rider

“y/n, you gotta stay calm. if not for me then for him.”

“melissa, he’s dying.”

“he’s not gonna die here. not like this.”

you also almost killed everyone left in beacon hills when chris was taken into the wild hunt

after you got him back you hugged him for literally ever

you and scott noticed how close he had gotten w melissa

...they were suspiciously close

you graduated from bhhs w the rest of the gang

chris radiated ~proud guardian energy~

you then decided that college wasn’t for you. wherever chris was, so were you

and since most of the supernaturals were leaving, you figured liam, mason, and corey needed someone to stick around

again chris w the ~proud guardian energy~

and then monroe showed up

and so did gerard *cue the eyerolls*

“i can’t believe that’s your father.”

“it’s not like i had my say.”

you watched as all of beacon hills turned on you and your friends

chris rarily let you out of his sight

you went w him to find derek and ended up being shot by kate

“your whole family is a bunch psycopaths.”

“they wouldn’t have been my first option.”

he sent you away w scott the night all the supernaturals were supposed to leave

except you guys didn’t leave and he was very upset w you

“i thought i made myself clear. you’re not supposed to be here.”

“what part of ‘i don’t back down from a fight’ do you not understand?”

that was a very heated argument, but then chris realized he wouldn’t have left either and you realized that he only wanted to keep you safe...so all is good

he pulled a gun out on gerard for you...like he was actually going to shoot him

a very long hug after monroe and the hunters fled from beacon hills

a few months later it was chris’ birthday and you wanted to get him the best gift

“adoption papers? you really want me to adopt you?”

“i mean...only if you’ll take me.”

he gave you the biggest hug ever and cried a little bit and you did too (though both if you would never admit it)

“i love you.”

“i love you too, dad. happy birthday.”

you guys got matching tattoos w the date that he found you in roman numerals bc that was a life changing day for the both of you

you ended up changing your last name

“y/n y/l/n-argent has a nice ring to it.”

#chris argent #allison argent #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagines #derek hale imagine #derek hale #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #liam dunbar #isaac lahey #theo raeken #teen wolf fandom #malia hale #peter hale #jr bourne

[zefyre]

Garrus/Kag?

a+, 11/10, 👌👌👌✔✔✔✔✔ would write if iknew how to spin it, will cry if somehow by some miracle i ever see any contentfor it, like p l s? god?? y'all, garrus is apparently fucking s e v e n??? feettall??? you guys should know by now i’m so fucking weak for height differences,they’d be so freaking cute together?? that i wouldhonestly die of happiness

god pls i’m just imagining some scenariowhere he has to carry her out of a fire fight or smth bc she’s injured! hewould dwarf her, cradle her close and careful to his chest bc yea she’s abadass but she’s also tiny and human and in his head smol + human + hurt = vstrong need to protect his girl

and now i’m getting ideas lmao look what u did nonny!

(warning: a long spiel of unasked rambling under the cut)

((also also it’s been a while since i lastplayed mass effect and i’ve got the memory of a goldfish so apologies for anymistakes or ooc-ness lmao))

hmm but then how would they meet/knoweach other?? old c-sec partner? kagome comes onto the normandy to like, assistdr. chakwas??? oh! or maybe she meets him during his time as archangel, was apart of his team there but had managed to survive? and when shepard finds themboth holed up at his base and garrus inevitably takes that blast, she helpskeeps him stable and refuses to leave his side?

mhmm, since i can’t really see her abilitieshaving a place in like space? lolol maybe she’d have biotics instead? good witha pistol, deadly with a sniper, and maybe a bit of training in field medicinefor both humans and aliens??? which was maybe why garrus recruited her in thefirst place (and knowing him, he could never turn down a good shot, esp. afellow sniper, and she was a damngood one so the choice was obvious)

like garrus maybe meets her to ask her somequestions – she’s been on omega for a while now, made a bit of a name forherself as someone who’s willing to give a lending hand. she’s not really adoctor per say, but the thing is she knows her stuff. she’s got connections.and what’s better is that she’s nice, she’s unaffiliated, and more importantly,doesn’t ask any questions.

((kagome doesn’t involve herself with any ofthe mercenary outfits, however much she dislikes them, but rumor has it she’sunder aria’s protection which is why no one messes with her. kagome’s justreally good at making friends with the strangest variety of people and bc of that she’s left alone.))

but yea, what started as patching up a coupleof teens here and there that got into scrapes or roughed up from a job or whathave you turned to her apartment becoming a sort of safe haven if you needhelp. if kagome couldn’t help, she’d be sure to know someone who could and sendthem there. garrus picks up her name one day pretty early on in his days on omega,figures with people from all the merc groups coming through her door she’d hearsome things and finds her to get some intel. except kagome isn’t a snitch, pplwouldn’t consider her safe to approach if she was, so of course when he triesto press her for info she only smiles at garrus, hands him some medigeland bandages for the gunshot wound he was trying to conceal (and would swear?? hehadn’t let on about??), and some rations bc helooked like he could use it.

“you seem like a goodguy,” kagome says as garrus finally goes to leave. “smart, too.”

he pauses, halfwayout the door, and turns to look at her over his shoulder. she was stillsmiling, though it was softer now, more genuine. he doesn’t say anything inreply, but he tips his head to the side, listening, mandibles twitching as hewaits.

“you’re not the firstone to get it in their head to take on the mercs.” she looks at him closely.“you know it’s a suicide mission.”

garrus tenses, headdropping low for barely a moment before he straightens and pins her with a hardstare. “you’re telling me to drop it?” the very idea makes him bristle.

the small human womanactually snorts. “i doubt you’d listen. somehow i doubt you’d even care.” sheshakes her head. “no, i’m telling you you’d be dead before the week is up, soif you want to last longer than that, if you actually want to make adifference, put a dent in the mercs’ operations, then you might want to find some people.”her smile grows. “a squad.”

garrus stares at herfor a long moment, studying her. curiosity and something else stirs deep in hischest and he turns fully towards her, eyes narrowing something wry. “and youwouldn’t happen to know a few people that might be interested, would you?”

“well,” she shrugs,all casual and indifferent, but the curl of her mouth was definitely coy. “iknow a lot of people.”

it actually pulls ashort laugh from him, the sound raspy and gravelly but genuine, and it startleshim. he hasn’t laughed in long while, hasn’t had much reason to, not sinceshepard and the normandy…

he shakes himselffrom those thoughts and turns his attention back to the woman in front of him.“then I’d appreciate any help you could give me.”

and from there, garrus finds himself payingvisits to kagome’s modest little apartment every once in a while. sometimes tosee if she’ll give him any intel picked up from her other visitors (shedoesn’t), sometimes to ask if she knows somebody that could get him one thing oranother (that, she could help with) or if she heard any rumors about this murderor a string of missing people (she was more forthcoming when it came to thingslike that, and didn’t mind passing on info she’d heard on her own). andeventually every once in a while turns into a few times a week, to say hi, tochat, sometimes to have a drink.

except as garrus’ team grows and they make aname of their own, they start to make waves – it doesn’t take long after forthe wrong people to make connections, and even all the friends kagome madedoesn’t stop her apartment door from bursting open one day, ppl crashing in armed withguns and demands that she come with them, archangel on the tips of their tongues.

but it’s omega of course, practicallyeveryone was armed one way or another. kagome was no different. it didn’t hurtthat they sent a small group, thinking she’d come without a fight. throwing upa barrier and knocking them out with her biotics was too easy – not a lotpeople even know she was a biotic, so the element of surprise was with her.

It takes over an hour after the fact that hehears about it – he storms over and into her place to see it in shambles, theintruders still knocked out, and kagome gone with the wind.

there’s blood.

none of the mercenaries are bleeding.

suffice to say, garrus is neither gentle norpatient when he grabs one off the ground and shakes him awake to interrogatehim, and it’s only the slightest relief to hear they weren’t able to take her.

even that is squashed when he hears it’sbecause of him that they even came for her, and he’s none to kind when he knocks the fucker out again with the butt ofhis rifle before he’s off to find her.

he’s been looking for over 24 hours whensomeone approaches him, or rather, knocks into him under the guise of passinghim a note with an address on it.

he goes to it, of course, recognizes thehandwriting as well as the address and it’s with knee weakening relief to findher safe and sound in a well-guarded room in afterlife, nursing only a grazeand a strong drink, not even caring how she was even able to organize it.

(aria’s an old friend, she later says, muchto his bewilderment)

and there’s a moment™, garrus crouched down in front of kagome where she’sresting on the couch, and he reaches out to gently take her injured arm,mandibles fluttering in his distress, subvocals thrumming almost a whine when he turns toapologize that she stops him, striking him speechless as she reaches up to touchthe side of his face and smile kindly as she simply says, “not your fault.”

afterward, after garrus double checks on herwound and checks her over for any other injuries despite her rolling eyes andinsistence that she’s fine, and they’re left sitting together on the couch bothnursing a drink of their own, sitting close enough that their thighs arepressed together, she turns to him and says that since she can’t go home now,there’s nothing left but to join up with him now.

to which garrus sputters, choking mid-sip onhis drink, but because he couldn’t find any reason to object (not that heactually wanted to object – if he washonest, if he had ever thought there was the slightest chance she’d actuallyagree, he’d have asked her months ago)he agrees and welcomes her on board.

she fits in nicely with his crew, shepractically already knew most of them in some way or another, and from thereit’s smooth sailing. he couldn’t ask for a better squad, and it was almost tooeasy to disrupt the stranglehold the three merc groups had on omega.

(there’s a human saying about knocking onwood when it came to chancing fate, and if there had actually been any nearby he’d have done so in a heartbeat)

it takes him a long while before he realizes he’snot just fond of her, but attracted toher – it isn’t until they’re betrayed by one of their own that he recognizesthe driving force behind the strong sense of protectiveness that overwhelms himwhen they’re in a firefight, the same one that spikes whenever she dives out of cover tohelp when someone gets hit, and in the months that follow when it’s just themtwo holding the fort against wave after wave of mercs, it’s her that compelshim not to throw himself in one last blaze of glory to take out as many mercsas he can.

when shepard comes blazing in, he almostcouldn’t believe it, he thinks his prayers to the spirits for some way for themto get out of the corner they’d been backed into were answered in the form of amiracle.

he should have remembered the spirits had asick sense of humor when he took a rocket to the face.

#aaand from there #it’s kagome that keeps garrus stable until they could get an evac to the normandy #and she refuses to leave his side even when they get there bc she’s heard of cerberus #and like fucking hell she’d trust them to actually save him #it takes an offhand threat from shepard that anyone who tries to play games w garrus' life gets blasted out the airlock for her to back down #garruskag #nonny #mail time #my fic