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soultek · 5 months

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In Another Life - Bogard x Female!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

A/N: This actually started as much more based on the lyrics of this song than it ended up - I guess this wasn't exactly my intent! It was initially meant to be so much more angsty. But that's how you roll when you just let the characters point you in a direction when you're writing. Every point on my plan got covered - that's all that matters! 😁✌

ALSO this is the first work I've EVER had properly edited for me, so, thank you very much Josh! I appreciate you taking the time to read this! [You don't know what you've got yourself in for agreeing to do more... haha! 😈]

The format editing on Tumblr broke me. So you get what you get below and I'm very sorry but I just could NOT anymore... You'll see it because it is very SPECIFICALLY one sentence that Tumblr seems to find issue with - so now that's just a random paragraph by itself in the middle of a conversation.

Disclaimer: Only the reader character is mine. He's kinda pieced together using elements of his anime counterpart because hell yeah I went back and watched those episodes for further characterisation. Nothing I've used is spoilers. The origami thing is original - but that's only because I've seen a ton of [fan] art of him with birds and I was like "Is this a thing? I need to include it somehow!" Turns out the birds are just a Marine HQ thing - but I liked the idea so I've kept it!

The 'backstory' is also originally because we don't know a whole lot about him yet in either media... sooooo...

Warnings: innuendo, sexual connotations, mention of injury, smoking, mild swearing, mild plot-relevant OOC.

Premise: HQ 3 is back in town. And for you, that ship brings a lot more with it than just injured marines. You're prepared for the usual push and pull this 'situationship' brings. You might not be so prepared for the other news he has for you...

Word Count: 7906

Song Inspo: Another Life - Tenille Arts

Full Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/29SKzlmL31pHFk54BwnO7k

--- Cause I don't wanna kiss anybody else's lips I don't wanna feel anybody else's touch I just wanna be the old you and me We'd be married, have a house and kids by this time In another life

In another life I would get to kiss you goodnight Hold your hand, play with your hair, feel your arms around me Giving me the best hug Yeah, we'd be so in love

In another life

I wouldn't have to kiss anybody else's lips I wouldn't have to feel anybody else's touch We could just be the old you and me We'd be married, have a house and kids by this time And you'd be here tonight In another life

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Nothing new. That was how you would describe the day. Sitting in your office working through the papers of every Marine coming in and out of your ward; you weren’t sure you knew what busy was anymore. It seemed to be the same all the time - with very little variation in the amount of work you had to do day-to-day - sometimes you just had to work on them faster. With more and more to do for the Marines on the front lines, and with seemingly every other person declaring themselves to be a 'Pirate' these days, at least things were never dull - that you could count on. Today, another ship arrived, apparently with a lot of injured Marines on board, given how many new papers you had stacked up on your desk. You sat back in your chair and blew out a breath. You were glad at least none of these new patients appeared to be in any serious condition. The most interesting thing to you was the newly docked ship's designation: HQ 3. You regarded the papers again, and began to rifle through them slowly. He hasn’t said anything, you thought. Figures. There could be a reason for that, of course… he could be in here. You dared not go through them too quickly to find out. These days he had no reason to tell you, either.

Marking another case as not urgent, you became aware of a sudden clamouring outside your office. Back and forth yelling that sounded more like panic. So much for hiding away... Pushing yourself up from your desk, you opened the door and leaned against the frame, poking your head out into the corridor. Several nurses and doctors were running between rooms, each and every one worked for you now. Which meant that when you called out to them, they stood to attention. "What's going on out here!?" "Nothing we can't handle." "Oh, I have no doubt - is everything okay?" "Some of the new inpatients have a flair for the dramatic is all M'am!" You chuckled, folding your arms, and touched your head to the doorframe too. "Sounds right. Maybe we should give them something to be dramatic about!" You cracked a grin. "If sedative is necessary, get that going - but nothing appears serious. I don't want anyone else on the ward panicking or getting distressed though. Try to get them to keep it down." You winked. "Else I’ll be forced to tell them to, and I'm pretty sure they won't want that."

The small group who had paused to listen to you nodded along, before almost shying away from you, and retreating into the rooms they had come from. You were about to ask why – unless they were scared you were about to force something more upon them yourself – before your question was answered for you. "Oh, I don't know about that." You couldn't have stopped the smile spreading across your face if you'd tried. Not at the sound of that voice. You turned your head to him slowly. HQ 3 meant Garp, and the Vice Admiral brought with him his right-hand man, who was now staring back at you with something of a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

Bogard was leaning against the wall right outside your door, letting it support his full weight, right arm held across his body, left hand raised to his chin. If you'd have bet on that stance, you might have won. He had a nasty habit of just appearing like this, but you would never be one to complain about that. You let your eyes linger on him as you drew them up and down his body. You could pretend it was for your deduction, but you both knew better. "What are you doing here? You don’t look injured to me.” His dark eyes swept the ward, which now hosted a group of Marines from the ship he sailed on. “Where he goes, I follow.” He started. “And, if I leave the ship here, I get to see you. So, it’s not all bad. Guess we’ll be staying while we stock back up, do repairs,” he paused briefly. “The usual.” You bit back the words you really wanted to say. "Doesn't sound so bad. Guess you'll be wanting the recent discharge list?" "You read my mind." "I know you!" You let that statement linger before adding, "all business. Let me get you that list."

You withdrew back into your office, gathering the papers of cleared Marines now waiting to be assigned back onto any ships that were currently docked who were in need of recruits. Much to your surprise you found your hands were shaking. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves; maybe you were more excited about this encounter than you anticipated. To say your relationship with the man standing outside your door was complicated would be an understatement. Something along the lines of a long distance, long term situationship might sum it up best - but they were just a few words that meant nothing to the history of it.

You had been a cadet when you'd first met him. He was a few years older than you. Back when Bogard was just finding himself in the Marine's. It was obvious to you then how fast he was going to climb the ranks. You'd been friends since day one - well, almost. Once you'd graduated your cadet training and had chosen to be stationed as part of the medical division, you began to realise just how injury prone and stubborn he was. At least that was the way he always presented himself to you. The number of times early on you'd found yourself patching up his gashes and wounds with him insisting they were just scratches were innumerable. You found yourself very quickly worried about him in ways that went beyond mere friendship. And the next time he'd done it had been your final straw. You couldn't recall your confession exactly, but you did remember that it came out in the middle of a heated ramble. You had been in tears – you were mad at him for getting hurt, and you were crying because you didn’t want to lose him. Fixing him up that time quickly led to a first kiss, and soon after a relationship. But it didn’t last.

Although he would never tell the story that way, the truth was at that point Bogard had been just dumb enough to make sure he always got an injury, so he had an excuse to stop by and see you, but smart enough to make sure he was never in any real danger. He had mellowed out a lot since then - he was so much more serious and careful now - especially with the responsibilities he had. Man, the more you thought about it, the more you realised just how much time had passed... You carried just as many responsibilities yourself now, but could you say that you didn't still worry about him? No - but he was always so far away that you couldn't allow yourself to dwell on it too much. The 'see you when I see you' was fine if he was going to turn up at your door looking as pristine as he did today. Bogard knew what he was doing - he wouldn't be Garp's second in command if he didn't. You trusted that you had no reason to worry about him. Not even on the Grand Line. If he did ever come back injured - you didn't want to think too much about it - you knew you'd go above and beyond. If anyone had ever been curious about what you were, then that scenario would probably hold all the answers. Though while that wasn't happening, it was fine as a mystery.

He hadn't moved an inch when you returned with the stack. "Here you are, unless I should be giving these to the Vice Admiral?" Bogard took the papers in a way that suggested which was wisest; to him. You held your hands up to indicate that was well noted. "Just let me know who stays and who goes so I can update my records." He flipped through them quickly. "Of course. I suppose it will depend on how many we want that aren't cadets." "Cadets? I mean there might be some fresh faces there, but they will come with a little experience." "Might need that where we're going." This time it was his right hand held to his chin as he moved to answering your question quickly. "Yes, cadets. We're training them." "You're training cadets?" You could see it, actually. He'd be good at that - tough but fair. His captain too. "Lucky cadets." Bogard placed the papers in his pocket. His expression seemed to suggest that might not be the phrase he'd use. He looked up and passed you, studying the corridor and listening to the activity you'd just set in motion, before turning his attention fully back to you. "The whole ward, huh?" "It'll be the whole medical centre soon." "So I hear. Never in doubt when it comes to you." You looked away bashfully - voice quiet. "Thank you." "Still, you could be out on a ship as the main doctor. A HQ ship even. You're plenty good enough." You made a noise, but didn't want to look like you were laughing at his suggestion. "Despite being a Marine, I still prefer dry land. I'm comfortable here. I enjoy my work! I’m even about to be promoted. Where do you go once you're a ship doctor for a HQ vessel?" "It would be worth it for all the places you would see,” he continued. “The prestige." You knew where this was headed, and turned it back on him as quickly as you could. "And you, what about when they call you to World Government bureaucracy and pen-pushing, and you spend more time in a building than you do on the open ocean?" You asked. Bogard made a face like he was considering it, but you knew he wasn't. “Right now, I would probably decline such a position.” he huffed. “I think I have much to learn before I go there." “Uh huh." You knew that, how could you not? Just like he knew you didn't want to be out at sea. No matter how many times he would try to persuade you out there every time he saw you.

That was the point you had known it wouldn't work out. You wanted him safe with you, whereas he wanted you to go travelling the world with him. Neither would comprise. And so, every time you met, you would dance around this question again. Asking without saying 'why aren't we together, really?' in a different way every time. The reality was you'd both chosen your preferred lifestyles and your work over each other. But you weren’t about to admit that out loud, and Bogard wasn't either. So, here you stayed.

To make sure this didn't get too heavy immediately, you cleared your throat and changed the subject. "I heard you were in the East Blue?" He gave a short nod, but instead of offering any more information, he hit back with a rumour of his own. You couldn't say you was surprised that he would keep his official work a secret - such the man he was these days. You knew you'd get it out of him eventually. Though it might take something a little less... professional... "I heard you were with some captain." Try as he might to hide it, Bogard let his emotion seep into his voice. It was obvious who and what he was referring to, and he wasn't happy about it. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from teasing him about being jealous - that wouldn't end well. And what with where you were right now, you had to be very careful what you let slip, just in case of any prying eyes and ears. And you also knew that Bogard knew he had no right to be jealous - regardless of the truth. Still, this was one thing you wouldn’t tease him about. Reassurance was the only way forward. "Rumours fly.” You dismissed. “That was never a thing." Which was true, after all, you still only had eyes for the man in front of you. Despite the fact that there had never been a conversation about it between you. You could date someone else. You just weren’t sure if Bogard believed you, especially as you didn't know how long he had been holding onto that knowledge for. You knew how much he valued the truth though, so lying would have been unwise at best. “I’d never do that.” you continued. To you, you thought. But you left that part off. You were met with the same steady look he'd been regarding you with throughout this whole conversation so far. You sighed, glancing behind you back down the ward - all seemed calm right now. They knew how to reach you if they needed your help. Turning back to him, you offered a gentle smile. "Care to take a walk with me?" He pushed himself away from the wall with a smile. Turning across, he offered you his arm - ever the gentleman. You smiled back sweetly, wrapping yourself around him, and allowing yourself a moment to admit in your mind just how much you'd missed him.

For a while there was silence, but it was comfortable and more relaxed. You both knew you wouldn’t be able to stray very far. It'd be more like a walk around the block, but it was still away from unwanted attention. He watched you closely. You carried yourself and your rank well. You coped with the pressure of it all. You could handle yourself. You just wouldn't answer the call to open ocean. It seemed strange to him, but he admired how sure of yourself, and your convictions you were. He would not change your mind, no matter how much he wanted to. Still, there was something about the rumour that was bothering him. It wasn't that Bogard thought you were lying - of course you wouldn't. You knew how much he disapproved of it. It was the subject of the rumour that hurt Bogard most. Of all the people that rumours could fly about with you, not him, but someone else? Someone who must have seen you far less than Bogard did… at least he would hope so. People were aware you had been something once. Was it so hard to believe that you might be making it work again? Bogard put in the work even when he was so far away. There were more than enough reasons to conclude that he was still with you. In many ways, he wanted to be asked. Even if he went against his principles and denied it. Though, given you weren't technically a couple, it wasn’t technically lying. He hated how much it caused him to wonder if you had ever been with anyone else ever since you broke up. If Bogard couldn't even get a rumour going, but someone else could? It bothered him that he could get wrapped up in such a way. You weren’t his. But the exclusivity was an unwritten rule. It was expected that you would always be able to return to each other like this. That didn't mean if either of you fell in love with someone else… Surely you had both expected the other to have moved on by now. You both should have moved on by now! It hadn’t been months after all; it hadn’t even been a few years. It was closer to decades, and here you both were. Bogard just didn't want to hear it being discussed. He wasn't sure what heartbreak would feel like; but he didn't want to know either way. And he hated even more that, after all this time, if he lost you for good, he knew his heart would break.

The silence from him wasn't something that you thought was particularly unusual - Bogard was notoriously a man of very few words. Though you often wondered what ran through that head of his; but someone had to keep Garp in check, so you knew his mind was sharp at least. They seemed like complete opposites - which, you thought, made them perfect for each other. Walking with him this close around the medical centre was enough for you right now. It was nice getting used to his presence again. Even if you knew you'd have to let him go soon. And too soon at that. Glancing over to him, you recognised Bogard’s look was a little further away than you had expected. Realising that you wanted those gorgeous brown eyes back on you, you broke the silence. If he was in his head about this stupid rumour - which you wouldn't be surprised if the Marine Captain had started and stoked himself - then you knew what he needed to hear. And if he felt the truth was so important, he was about to get some. "I have to say, I'm not entirely sure why you're so worried about that rumour. It's me who should be thinking about things like that. Why, I bet you have a girl in every port!" It was clearly a joke, but his look was a little too sharp - Bogard clearly took offence to the idea he was worried. Even if he was. Luckily, his expression quickly softened. "Guy on every ship." He quipped back. You gasped, ready to take full offence to that. "That's way worse than the rumour! Stop it! What do you take me for!? At least mine could happen!" You weren’t stupid - he was a good-looking man. Loyal, dedicated; an old-fashioned romantic. Work-driven sure, but you'd seen other women fall for him. All it would take was for him to find one who he could fall for too, who would share in his dream and actually want to travel the world on a ship with him as a Marine. It scared you a little how easy it was for you to imagine that he could be in a very happy relationship right now. Bogard raised an eyebrow. Surely you didn't believe that, he thought. And if you did, how wrong you were. Surely the ridiculousness of his own statement only highlighted the ludicrousness of your own? How untrue it was? For you though, it was clear you had a point. Besides, what did he have to be worried about? Who would you date anyway? It wasn't like you were about to pick up a guy at a bar or something. "Nearly all the men I see around here are either sick or injured." You protested. He shrugged, and when he doubled down, you were glad you could hear the jokey tone to his voice. "All the more time to get to know them then." "Please." You scoffed, pushing his arm a little. "Besides, you're the only one writing to me, and making me origami, so..." He stopped so abruptly, but you were ready for that. Halting to measure his reaction. He looked across to you curiously. You never wrote him back; he didn't expect you to. Bogard smiled - for once a little wider than usual. Possibly more of a smirk. "Like those, do you?" He teased. You allowed yourself to blush under the weight of his look. The bolstered confidence in him at your words, and then your admittance. "Maybe a little too much."

Despite the jokes you made, it was barely covering up what you really meant - bringing to light exactly what you were both most worried about. And the ego-boosting rush of hearing that it wasn't true. The real truth was no matter how nonchalantly either of you said goodbye - see you later - neither of you wanted to see the other with someone else. Neither of you would like it very much. The difference was you were quite prepared for the possibility of that eventuality. Bogard was not.

Once you had made the full circle and wandered back to your office, you resumed much the same positions as you had before. Although closer and more comfortable this time. Once the ice had thawed a little, you were now acting more as friends. (As if that was all you were.) Where you could get him to smile a little, and if you were very, very, very lucky, you might even get a huffed laugh out of him. Although he did have one last piece of official business to pass by you. He pulled some rolled-up papers out of his Marine coat. "You asked about the East Blue before." He started. "I did." You straightened your relaxed posture a little. Assuming you wouldn't have to do any work to get a candid answer this time. "We were there chasing around a new upstart young group of Pirates." He continued. "Another group?!" You very nearly rolled your eyes; you’d lost count of the crews popping up all over the place over the years. HQ 3 seemed a little overkill, though. "You guys? Really?!" Bogard shook his head. "Understandable reaction. But this crew has potential." He held the roll out to you. "May I request you put these up around the wards?" You looked from the roll to him and back and took it gently. "These upstarts already have bounties?" You asked. "Their captain does." He replied. You continued to stare at him questioningly, but when all he did was stare back, you knew the answer was on the paper itself. You unravelled them and almost let out a laugh.

'Monkey D. Luffy' - the name explained everything. You looked back at Bogard with an amused expression and raised eyebrow. Bogard merely shook his head, expression in understanding of your reaction. 'Let's not go there!' "Sure. I'll put these ones up! That's quite the bounty for the East Blue though! Who'd he piss off!?" You walked back into your office to put it with your unfinished pile of admission checks. This time Bogard followed you, standing in the doorway. "Nezumi.” He replied. “Oh, that weirdo? With the rat face?” You circled your head with your finger. “Rat would certainly be one way to put it.” You couldn’t help your perhaps overly loud reaction. “Oooh! Ooooh. Ooh! Would you like me to tell him that next time I see him?” Bogard placed his hands either side of your door frame, leaning in a little. ‘Oh yeah you would badmouth me like that!,’ he thought - instant reaction - mouth opening before he changed his mind. Returning to a more relaxed lean, and crossing his arms. “I wouldn’t waste my breath.” You whistled. “Damn! You got a mouth on you.” Sharp as the blade he carried - when he wanted to be. But perhaps also a sign of how close you were, that he would speak as freely as this. Instead of responding, he opted to watch you with his eyes narrowed. You chuckled. “No, I know you. I know that you don’t waste your words.” Pausing for thought, you placed the papers down slowly. Raising your eyes to the window, you mused. “I guess I feel honoured that you share so many of them with me.” “Writing letters is completely different.” He replied. You looked across to him; voice sweet, and smile gentle. “That’s not what I meant.” Bogard bit his lips together, unsure of a comeback. Instead he wound the conversation back, nodding to the poster you just placed down. “Highest bounty on the East Blue now, actually. Doubt he'll stay there though." He said. "Ah. Grand Line bound!" You replied inquisitively. For a while the whimsy of it all had you smiling, until your smile dropped in realisation. If HQ 3 had been chasing them around the East Blue? You looked back to him slowly. Was Bogard going to follow them around the Grand Line? How long would that take? How long would it be until you saw him again? Even he knew he didn't have the answer to that. As he'd stated - where Garp went, he did. No questions asked. Still, Bogard couldn't leave it like that. He felt compelled to reassure you. "Of course, we might not follow them. We had investigations going on before they arrived on the scene." You remembered. "What now then? You really think you'll be back to 'Baroque Works'?" "We were heading that way anyway. I don't see why that would change now." He shrugged. "Doubtless you'll find out when I write to you!" You chuckled, running your fingertips over the picture in the wanted poster. A new kid on the block in a straw hat? Generations had seen this before.

Silence fell for a moment, which allowed him time to look around your office. Then he really couldn't help but smile. Lined up along the window frame, and just about every spare space on your shelves were collections of intricate origami. Bogard had sent you every single one of them. His preference was birds of different shapes, sizes, and colours. But they were all there. Every letter he had sent you came with one, and he'd sent you a letter every time he felt he had something worth saying. Writing back wasn't the point of it. He could guarantee that no one else knew where these came from. Whether you made them or they just appeared. But they weren't there for anyone else to know about - they were there for you. And every time Bogard saw them he wondered how the hell he could ever let himself get worried about any feelings you might have for anyone else. He looked back to you - having finished studying the picture of Luffy, you were now watching him - and Bogard knew he'd been caught with a rare smile on his face. He let it bleed into his words. "You kept them all." It wasn't a question, and his heart swelled. You giggled, pulling a box draw out from the top of your desk. "Honey, you have no idea!" From within it spilled forth letters upon letters, all wrapped up in Marine paper and blue ribbon. You had kept every single one of them too.

It was a little later in the day, as you were finishing up another round of administering medication, when you returned to your office and found that another Marine had made himself comfortable there. And not the one you would have expected. "V-Vice Admiral!" You stood to attention as he rose from your chair, "Sir! How can I help you?" "At ease, please!" His smile was warm, "In fact it's me that I think can help you!" He held out the stack of papers you'd given Bogard earlier. "I trust my second in command’s judgement on these." You took them gratefully. "Of course. I'll make sure everyone is prepped and ready to cast off when you're ready to set sail, Sir." "Better make it sooner rather than later, Lieutenant.” Garp placed his hands in his pockets, expression serious. "I don't want to be hanging around for too long. We have much to get started on." "Oh- I see." You knew you was failing at hiding your look of disappointment. Letting go was never easy, but if you had to do it sooner than you expected? You'd only just got Bogard back - you weren’t ready to let him go again just yet. Garp could see it on your face. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Bogard interact with you before. They'd stopped off here plenty of times. He'd just never pried into the private life of his second in command before. But something was clearly going on this time. If he hadn't thought so before. He indicated to the origami on your shelves. "I always wondered where these went. Clearly, Y/N, they all come to you!" Your eyes widened. You didn't even know anyone else knew Bogard made them. "Y-yes, when he writes he always sends..." You gestured to the shelves, wondering if you'd said too much. Did Garp know that he... wrote to you? "Would have thought writing was his preferred method of communication. I know he’s a man that’s concise at best.” he continued. “Though he never seems to have that problem around you. Which is something in itself." You knew you was blushing by now, and you couldn't quite meet the Vice Admiral’s eyes. What he was saying was by no means untrue. "He's not always been like that." You were lying and you knew it. But you had to say something. You had no idea what Garp did or didn't know, or what Bogard would even want his superior to know! "Mhm." You weren’t sure that response was convincing enough. "Can't help but wonder exactly what's going on between you two." he enquired. Dammit! You were definitely turning redder now. "He-" You paused. Then took a deep breath, locking eyes with Garp this time. "We were once a couple, yes. But, we went our separate ways due to our own work preferences." You gave a shrug, realising how sad you suddenly felt as you smiled. "He wouldn't stay. I wouldn't go." "...Shame." Garp nodded. "From what I’ve heard, you have enormous potential. Definitely something we could use out there." You bowed deeply. "Those are kind words, Sir. Thank you. But it was never what I wanted. The front line isn't for me, and I would be outright useless in a fight. I'm no field medic." "We could change that." He interjected. You laughed. "I hear you're training cadets?" You weren’t sure you wanted to go back to that, weren’t sure how you would act being trained by them, honestly. "With all due respect Sir, many have tried and at this point I think I'm fine being a competent medic, and a pathetic fighter. I barely scraped through weapons training, and I decided that I would never want to handle one again! At least not by choice." "Competent would not be the word I'd use." He took a few steps forward, causing you to stiffen your posture. "Brilliant, maybe." He tilted his head. "Funny you should say that and be going off with a swordsman." You gaped for a minute. "We-Well I--" You tried to compose yourself. "That was always Bogard's thing." Your laugh was nervous. "Though I admit I can't help but be fascinated. I notice that people are intimidated by him without him even having to draw. So, once he does?" It was hot. It made you feel a little something something, and you'd never really seen him in action in a real fight.

Though of course you were not about to mention this to Garp.

"Well, there's always room on my ship. If you want this to be something more.” He paused for a brief second. “Intimate again." Garp's stare was intense. "I do hope you'll consider it, Y/N." You swallowed hard. Intimate? As if you weren't still--- "A HQ ship would be an incredible honour, Sir. I…” you paused. “Surely will consider it." "Glad to hear it." he replied enthusiastically. Garp swept past you, but stopped at the door. "I have no doubt you'll have the Marine's prepped and ready for our departure. I do suggest if you want to spend any more time with my second, you get as much of it in as possible." Even if you couldn't see him, you could hear the amusement and smirk in his voice. "Should I send him back up to your office, Y/N?" You opened your mouth, but found you couldn't answer before he walked away laughing.

Next thing you knew you was back in the arms of your situationship - under the sheets.

***

Despite what Bogard and Garp had said, it was nice for them to stick around for a little while. It reminded you that you shouldn’t get your hopes up that it would be permanent. But it gave you a taste you couldn’t help but crave. He really was all yours here. And you could pretend you were somewhere in the past, thinking about this as your far-off future. One where neither of you had ever put anything above the other. Breaks were rare when you had work to do, but right now, you also couldn’t afford to spend any free time anywhere else.

Bogard was sitting on the steps to the medical wing when you found him. Hunched over what could only have been a lighter, given the small smoke trail.

You sighed gently, folding your arms and shaking your head. Taking the steps slowly towards him - it wasn’t like you were about to sneak up on the swordsman, he knew your footfall well enough by now - it still didn’t cause him to extinguish his smoke. You stopped on the step above the one he was sitting on. Two heavy steps down, to let him know you were less than impressed, hands moving to your pockets as you bent slightly over him - feeling all at once like a doctor scolding your patient. (Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t already had the opportunity to check his full physical health at this point.) “You know those aren’t good for your health, right?” You started. As if to mock you, he took a long deliberate drag. “Trust me, if you were on my ship, you would need these to relax too.” He replied. You narrowed your eyes. “Oh no, Mister. No using your captain as an excuse!” “He’s a damn good one.” He protested. Another drag, before he removed it from his lips, but he didn’t put it out. You leaned yourself a little closer to him, lowering your voice – positively saccharine. “Don’t worry, you can order me around!” Bogard raised a hand to his mouth slowly, and coughed. You waited with a smirk on your face for him to take the bait. “Don’t tempt me.” Bogard gave his voice the appropriate stern edge. You had the cheekiest little grin on your face, and hummed like you were a little too happy with yourself for that one. He gave you enough time to bask in it, before looking back to his smoke. “You’re going to ask me to stop, right?” You folded your arms, sighing. “At the risk of sounding like a broken record. You know my spiel by now.” Bogard gave a single nod of agreement. “You’ve never quite got me to quit yet. I think by now you’d know it wasn’t going to happen.” His eyeline had remained level until that moment, but he looked up at you now. “How’s work?” He asked. “Nothing changes…” You shrugged. “But I do have five minutes.” You took the next step down and sank to sit with him. Bogard’s smile was gentle, no matter how obvious it was that you would choose to spend your precious free time with him when he was around, it didn’t make it any less significant of an act. “Smoke?” He held it out to you. “Ha!” You liked that he smiled at your sarcasm though, his eyes back on whatever he was watching before. “What are you-?” Bogard nodded forward, then pointed, you followed his fingertip down to the beach. Upon it were Garp, and two marines whom he looked like he was giving a stern talking to. “Oh! Your cadets?” “Mhm.” “And you’re up here because?” He scoffed. “Please, you think they’re ready to take me on yet?” You almost rolled your eyes as he took another drag, making sure to blow the smoke away from you. “I can take on both of them using only my less dominant hand. It’d be hardly worth their time either. What does it teach them? Something they aren’t ready for?” You couldn’t help the smirk that toyed with your lips. “Do you have one of those?” “One of what?” He enquired. “A less dominant hand?” You teased. You couldn’t look at him, because you knew you’d crack - but you knew the kind of stare he was giving you, before he jogged your shoulder. “Stop.” You couldn’t help the quick burst of laughter you let escape.

You continued to watch the two young men train with Garp for a while. And eventually you let yourself unwind enough to lean up against his shoulder. It was funny how much more you felt his body sink into relaxation below yours after that. And he put his smoke out too. He was content to sit with you like this. Yes. This was exactly what you dreamed of. Even if you couldn’t say you missed Bogard often (you were far too busy working here to do much of anything!), at least you didn’t let yourself and your thoughts linger on that feeling for too long. This physical contact was exactly what you needed. His letters could cover almost everything else, letting you know he was okay and that you didn’t have to worry. It was exactly what made this work without it having to be a relationship. But they couldn’t hold you. They couldn’t replace his touch. Your eyes lowered to his hands. It was weird for you to think just what they were capable of. He could be so gentle, but his swordsmanship? Just how many lives had Bogard taken with the exact same hands that held you the way he did? You sank your teeth into your lip as you frowned. You could think these things all you liked. Right now you just wanted to hold them - that’s what you knew for sure.

Bogard regarded your body language. Even when you weren’t looking at him, he knew what you desired. It didn’t matter how damn long you had been away from each other. At this point, it was simply muscle memory. You could both say whatever you wanted. Sometimes he wondered if being “single” really was the easiest option for you. It sure sounded like it. But he knew how it complicated things. How it twisted your feelings. Maybe you couldn’t make it work together. But you couldn’t make it work without each other either. Bogard knew you were thinking about how this could be your life. How could you not be? He was thinking it too – and by now he knew you better than you knew yourself.

He moved his hand from his knee, extending it towards yours - palm up - still watching your reaction. You hesitated; too shy to look at him now. Bogard knew, of course he knew. At this point he might as well have been a mind reader. Your movements were slow and deliberate. You took his hand gingerly; lacing your fingers together. Before moving your other to fit his hand between yours. He watched you do this with a smile, before pulling your hands gently back into his lap. You made a small noise before burying your face in his shoulder; surely blushing now. He focused back on the beach, running his thumb over the back of your hand. Yes - this was worth coming back for. Even if accepting the way you otherwise lived meant he sacrificed this to miss you the rest of the time. And if neither of you would move to give that up, you always would.

*** Seeing him off came all too quick. His return seemed but a fleeting moment - a heartbeat, and you were having to let him go again. The thing that stopped you from letting this be anything more than it was. But you were kidding yourself. You were in a relationship. The code; the unwritten rule, the exclusivity of it. There'd never been anyone else. Neither of you were calling it that, though. Neither of you referred to each other as ‘Partners', or ever enquired if it would be like that again. Everything but in name. Yet you would continue to tell yourself this was for the best - and that you wouldn't hurt for a little while as he sailed off into the distance.

Everyone around you on the dock was moving fast, getting final-final preparations done before they set sail. For the two of you, time was virtually standing still. Your hands were in his, and right now all you wanted was for them to stay there as long as possible. As tradition stated, you both had one more try in you - one more line of persuasion before the same conclusion would be reached, and you went your separate ways once again. Bogard leaned into you. That small near smile on his lips that reflected so much more brilliantly in his eyes. And in that moment the light was hitting them just right; illuminating that brown colour in a million beautiful shades. His voice was soft and sweet - as if this time he was really pulling out all the stops. "You should come with us.” he said. “We could always use a doctor." You chuckled, shaking your head. But you were grinning. You couldn't help but smile brilliantly at the way he was making you feel. Of course he was still trying to get you to go with him, despite already knowing your answer. You had to admire that spirit – every single time. "My place is here." You said firmly. You bit your tongue between your teeth cheekily for a moment, before teasing back with. "You could always stay." It was Bogard's turn to chuckle. "You know I can't do that." Your head tilted. 'Exactly'.

But he kept leaning, and you weren’t about to stop him. Now might have been the time to be professional. But it was also the exact time to be unprofessional. You pushed yourself up to meet him in a goodbye kiss. Both of you probably expected it to be short and sweet, but then again neither of you were pulling away - content to stay in it. You couldn't take it anymore, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He reciprocated, hands on your waist pulling you into his arms. At some point someone whistled. You felt him laugh, but he didn't pull back – Bogard just kept kissing you. Not even with the thought in his head that he was doing this in public. A little harder, edge a little more possessive of you. There was something in this kiss meant to completely destroy the idea that there was, or ever would be, anyone else, ever. Even when you were merely joking about it, even when he was too. You surrendered to it, and to him, completely.

Back on the ship, Helmeppo has spotted what was happening on the docks below. And if he was surprised by the kiss in the first place, the fact that it was going on - the stoic second in command swordsman that Bogard was? The guy who wore a perpetual frown most of the time! This wasn't happening - in fact it was beyond being seen to be believed! It was a ‘pinch me I must be dreaming’ moment. He smacked Coby - who was only oblivious because he was working - perhaps a little too hard. But he didn't care, and threw his other hand just to check that he wasn't the only one seeing this! The smaller cadet also couldn't help but stop and stare, almost gaping.

Garp watched the scene with a shake of his head, and a laugh. Sometimes it was good to be right!

Eventually you both had to pull back, if for nothing but a need to breathe. But you kept close. Your fingers gripped his Marine coat tight as you held him close to you. His head dipped to yours. Bogard kept his arms wrapped around you. You closed your eyes and tried your best to hold back your tears. "Stay safe." You whispered, emotion flooding your voice. "I don’t want to see you back here anything less than immaculate.” “Stay safe too." His voice was equally emotional, strained against the proper tone he was trying to emulate. "Don’t take any shit.” You pulled slightly back from him, laughing. “You come back to me.” "You know where we're going. I can't make any promises. But…" He relinquished your warmth none too fast, reassuring you. "I always do."

You stood for a moment like that, unsure where to go from here. You couldn't help it, pulling him back for one more kiss goodbye - and much shorter, to your own dismay. Before drawing your hands to the centre of his chest, fussing with his Marine coat for a second, and making certain to pull it straight, ensuring that the emblem presented itself dead centre. If you were going to tell him to be immaculate when he returned, you damn well weren’t sending him away if he was anything less! "You tell those other girls..." You laughed, unable to finish the joke. "Tell them what?" "They c- can't have—y-!” You kept laughing through it. “I can't even finish that thought." You grinned, putting it another way instead. "You're mine." He shook his head at you. "Always was." Before bowing low, "Until next time, Y/N." Bogard left you with a smile, and with that, began walking a few feet to the ship’s gangplank. You called after him, "I'm already looking forward to that letter!" He nearly laughed.

Upon boarding, Helmeppo and Coby still hadn't got over the scene. Staring at him almost in awe - definitely with a million questions for the man helping to train them. It took just one look, a single stare to swear both of them to eternal silence. Maybe they would get their answers one day. Maybe he would want to talk about it. Right now, Bogard wasn't sure. He did know he considered it private, no matter how passionate and public his goodbye was to you.

You stood back, listened to him shouting commands to get the ship running with a smile on your face. Just like that he was in his element again. He was working now. He was the second in command to a Vice Admiral. 'That's my man.' For a moment, you wondered if you should have asked. You’d still never had a concrete conversation around being officially together again. You supposed it was as unsaid as the exclusivity. The illusion that you would both still be single; until the time you met again. But what was more official than 'Always was.'?

Whatever you were, you were content.

As the ship pushed away from the dock, Bogard appeared at the starboard side railing, offering a hand up gesture as a wave goodbye. You waved back enthusiastically. Glad to see him one last time before he sailed into the sunset. And here you would be the next time he was able to visit you. Because you would wait for him. And maybe one day, you’d give in to him. Or he would settle down with you.

Whoever’s will won out in the end, right now you knew one thing for sure. You didn't care if it meant you were together.

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Fate Fanservant: Awilix, Forgotten Goddess of the Moon(Archer)

(Thanks to Erineas on Twitter for this fantastic commission!)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: Dressed in a white shirt with silver, green and gold patterns, with red and white striped jeans. On her head is a black hat with a similar silver, green, and gold pattern, and over her shirt is a black poncho with repeating patterns of quetzals, jaguars, and eagles. Part of her white hair is pulled into a braid along the side of her head, and the rest is left to flow back freely. In her left hand is an atlatl, and in her right is a spear tipped with obsidian.

Second Stage: The poncho is replaced by a shorter quechquemitl, and a skirt and belt replaces the jeans. A crown of feathers sits atop her head, and a cloak of jaguar skin hangs over her back. Her shoulders, arms, and shins are covered with patterned armor, and part of her face is covered with a helmet that covers part of her eyes. The atlatl is replaced with a blowgun.

Final Stage: Her form has shifted from that of a human to a Nagual, in her case a were-jaguar with the spots resembling swirling galaxies. She retains both the cloak and the crown, but she eschews any weapons in favor of her teeth and claws. Her hair flows freely behind her, and her eyes glow a deep jade as a lunar eclipse hangs behind her.

Theme:

Story Theme: Bounty Hunter

Regular Battle Theme: The Megas - The Belmonts (Skulls) - 01 Cracked Skulls

Grand Battle Theme(Awilix-Yaxche): Madara Song - "Can't Go Back" | FabvL ft DizzyEight & Sinewave Fox [Naruto]

Grand Battle Theme(Awilix VS Kukulkan): 龍が如く極 - For Who's Sake

Traits:

Class: Archer

Alternate Class: Lancer, Caster, Avenger

True Name: Awilix

Source: Mayan Mythology(The Popol Vuh)

Region: Guatemala

Alignment: Lawful Good Attribute: Sky

Known as: Xbalanque, Auilix, Awilix-Yaxche, Goddess of Death, Queen of the Night Sky, Mayan Hero Twin, Goddess of Sickness, The Usurper Lostbelt King

Voice Actress: Mikako Kumatsu

Deck: QABBB

Parameters: Strength: B Endurance: A+ Agility: A++ Mana: B+ Luck: C NP: EX

Passive Skills:

Incarnation of the Sun and Moon A:

In legend, Awilix and her mortal incarnation Xbalanque were said to have embodied both the moon and the sun. As a goddess, Awilix was the queen of the night sky, with dominion over everything that happened underneath the cover of night. As a mortal, Xbalanque was given the name 'Hidden Jaguar Sun', and it is said that he and his brother Hunahpu became the sun and moon after their conquest of Xibalba.

After the death of her twin Tohil, Awilix became the living manifestation of both the moon and sun, controlling the path the celestial bodies take across the sky. Through Awilix, life begins and ends, and through Awilix, life prospers and collapses.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own debuff resistance by 20%. -Increases party's debuff success rate by 8% while self is on the field.

Divinity of the Dead God A+:

After killing Ah Puch and the Twelve Lords of Xibalba, Awilix became the supreme goddess of death itself, holding complete dominion over the dead. Even a fellow Mesoamerican god of the dead, Xolotl, admitted that her power far surpassed his in this state, and the Lord of the Dead, Baron Samedi, noted that even as Grand Caster, his chances at winning a direct engagement were likely to end in Awilix's favor so long as she had the fame bonus in her home territory.

Indeed, so long as death exists as an idea, Awilix reigns supreme as the ruler of all that is dead.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own damage by 280. -Increases damage against 'God of Death' enemies by 20% -Reduces damage taken by 'Undead' and 'Divine' enemies by 500.

Active Skills:

Pok-ta-Pok A+:

As well as having domain over sickness, death, and the moon, Awilix is the goddess of the Mesoamerican ballgame known as Pok-ta-Pok, or Pitz. Her human incarnation, Xbalanque, and his twin brother Hunahpu, were beloved by their town's people for their unmatched athleticism and talent at the game, with the sport even leading to them defeating the Twelve Lords of Xibalba in the end.

As a Servant, this physical prowess manifests as a near-perfect body befitting a divinity, an evolved form of the Natural Body skill. Awilix has a form that does not age, reflexes beyond mortal ken, and is immune to any curse, illness, or interference with said divinity. Such is the natural state of one of the Tohil.

Naturally, Awilix is proud of her physical form, and will take any time she can to brag about both it and her talent at Pok-ta-Pok.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own Buster performance for 3 turns. -Reduces own damage taken for 5 attacks, 5 turns. -Grants self Debuff Immunity for 3 times, 5 turns. -Increases own buff removal resistance for 3 times, 5 turns.

Jaguar Sun Xibalba EX:

A divine force equal to that of Zeus's own Authority of Lightning. After consuming both Kukulkan and Ah Puch, Awilix gained complete authority over life and death itself, able to do the impossible and restructure the very foundation of the Mayan Lostbelt to her whim by raising Xibalba into the heavens as a mirror to the world of the living. Having Authority over the Sun, Moon, Stars, and Earth itself, Awilix has the ability to shape the very universe as she sees fit, overriding even the Authorities of her fellow gods Ixchel, Chaac, Huracan, and Jacawitz easily if she so chooses.

The main drawback to this immense level of power is that Awilix expends incredible amounts of energy when using her Authority, requiring blood sacrifices from the Mayan people in order to hold the Lostbelt together, effectively making Awilix the lynchpin that the Lostbelt needs to survive.

(FGO Effect:) -Reduce all enemies' NP Gauge by one. -Charges own NP Gauge. -Recovers own HP. -Increases own damage for 5 attacks, 5 turns.

You Shall Conquer All the Nations A+:

The Tohil were the three patron gods of the K'iche' empire of Qʼumarkaj, consisting of Tohil, god of the sun, Jacawitz, god of the mountains, and Awilix, goddess of the moon. Through the gods, the K'iche's were blessed with the gift of fire, and their kingdom expanded to great heights, and in return, the K'iche' offered sacrifices to the Tohil of flesh and blood.

But every empire is destined to fall, and even one blessed by the gods is no different. The K'iche' kingdom fell, from rebellion, from invasion, and from conversion. The great capital of Qʼumarkaj was razed to the ground, and its kings were burned alive as a message to the survivors. In their forms of stone statues, the Tohil could do nothing to stop as their very identities were erased from the scriptures by the Spanish, becoming a mere footnote in the history written by the Spanish.

It is for this reason that Awilix fights. To return the K'iche' people to an era of prosperity. To return the gods to their rightful place in the heavens. To return the world as it was once before.

To be worshipped as the supreme god of the Maya, unquestioned and unstoppable.

(FGO Effect:) -Inflict Skill Seal on all enemies for 2 turns. -Inflicts Poison with 500 damage for 5 turns to all enemies. -Inflicts Toxic status for 5 turns to them.

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Qʼumarkaj Impact - Vengeance Falls from the Stars Above Rank: EX Maximum Targets: — Range: —

Classification: Anti-World

A Noble Phantasm that is the origin of Yù T��'s own Noble Phantasm, A Dream Realized - A Rabbit Riding the Moon. In myth, alongside being the goddess of the Moon, Awilix was also the patron deity of the Mayan Ball Game Pitz. Much like how Ishtar's An Gal Tā Kigal Shē takes the very concept of Venus and fires it like a bullet, Awilix's Qʼumarkaj Impact has her take the moon and compact it into a simple ball that she can kick around with ease. Once she finds her target, she launches her attack with incomprehensible speed and power. Even the Storm Border, with its incredible magical defenses, had its body torn through as if it was nothing.

It is the vengeance of a goddess who saw her nation burned to the ground, her temples ransacked, and her people slaughtered. The rage of a deity who seeks to undo her past mistakes, and rewrite the world as she sees fit, no matter what seeks to stand in her way.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases Buster Card Effectiveness(Activates first). -Remove Buffs from All Enemies (Activates first). -Deal Heavy Damage to All Enemies.

Noble Phantasm: Nagual K'ab'awil - Divine Path of the Animal Rank: EX Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

In Mesoamerican religion, the Nagual is a being that can shift forms from a humanoid state into that of their tonal animal. While many feared the destructive nature of the Nagual, there are some that used their powers for good. Awilix in particular had two animal totems, the eagle and the jaguar, as well as having a certain Lunar Rabbit as her servant.

As a Nagual, Awilix can morph her body into a more animalistic state, her muscles growing larger, her skin being covered in jaguar's pelt, her back sprouting eagle's wings, and her personality shifting to a more monstrous mindset. While Awilix is infinitely more ruthless and sadistic in this state, she is far from an 'evil' god. Rather, she becomes a 'monstrous' god, an animal who will not relent until its territory is free of any who wish its partners harm.

In this state, she was even able to fight the immortal Camazotz to a standstill, while her mortal incarnation Xbalanque could only hope to hide from his wrath. After a battle that Yù Tù claims to have shook all creation, she was eventually able to overcome the bat god, managing to kill him permanently within Xibalba.

Noble Phantasm: Junalik Yaxche - The Roots of All That Live Rank: A++ Maximum Targets: ??? Range: ???

Classification: Anti-Lostbelt(Self)

The famous tree of life of Mayan mythology, composed of four separate trees planted in all four corners of the World, all surrounding a massive ceiba tree whose roots dug all the way into the deepest pits of Xibalba, and whose branches reached into all thirteen layers of heaven, akin to the Yggdrasil tree of Norse Mythology. It is said that the gods themselves descended into the realm of humanity by climbing down this sacred tree. Much like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang and The Lion King's Rhongomyniad, it is a divine pillar that holds up one of the Textures of the world, in this case being the sacred tree that connects humanity to the afterlife.

As one of the children of the maize god and calabash tree Hun Hunahpu, and as a mortal who climbed into the heavens themselves and became the moon, Lostbelt King Awilix has attained some form of Authority over the Yaxche tree. She does not wield it as a weapon like Sun Wukong or Goddess Rhongomyniad, but rather draws directly from its power by consuming its fruits, and further enhanced the World Tree’s abilities by feeding it her Lostbelt's own Fantasy Tree, Andromeda. In times of desperation, Awilix can fully consume Yaxche in its entirety and in turn become the pillar that binds life, death, and the heavens. As Awilix-Yaxche, she becomes a divinity beyond divinity itself, ascending past the idea of a Divine Spirit and becoming a true god of the cosmos capable of shaping the universe as she pleases, capable of shattering the barrier between life and death itself and resurrecting her fellow gods to their fullest potentials.

"I am no mere goddess of the moon as you thought... I am Awilix, Queen of the Night Sky and Lord of the Dead. All things that die pass through me... And all things that return pass through me."

Noble Phantasm: Xquic Sol Muerto - Humiliation of Seven Macaw Rank: A Maximum Targets: 3 Range: 150,000,000 km

Classification: Anti-Army

A combination attack Noble Phantasm that can only be accessed if Awilix is summoned alongside her twin, Tohil. As the mortal Hero Twins of Mayan legend, Xbalanque and Hunahpu, the pair accomplished many legendary feats in their time, one of the most famous being the defeat of Seven Macaw, a bird demon who proclaimed himself to be both the sun and moon.. To this end, they used both their physical strength and incredible wits, ultimately ending in them robbing the monstrous bird of all his glittering teeth and shining gemstones, and proving definitively who the true embodiments of the sun and moon are.

This legend is inscribed in this tag-team Noble Phantasm, a brutal wrestling move taken straight out of Quetzalcoatl's book. Kukulkan charges in at lightspeed, knocking the opponent's legs from out under their feet, while Awilix charges in with a clothesline strong enough to decapitate any unfortunate Servant caught between the twins. Notably, it has a pronounced effect on gods of the sun and moon, and other similar divinities, as this technique reinforces the Authority of Tohil and Awilix as the ‘true’ sun and moon.

Voice Lines:

Summoned: So this is Chaldea... The organization dedicating to 'fixing' Pan-Human History. What? Oh it's nothing. Regardless, bow before me and praise my name, mortal. I am Awilix, goddess of sickness, death, and the night, sovereign over the K'iche' Maya and incarnation of the sun and moon.

Summoned(Clear Lostbelt 7: Popol Vuh): Tch... To think that I'd still end up in a place like this. The Throne of Heroes either has a sick sense of humor, or this is its idea of 'community service'. Hnn? You want me to introduce myself? Fine, fine. It's a pain in the ass, but it can't be helped. Servant, Archer. Awilix-Yaxche, the Moon that hangs above the Land of the Eternal Spring. No matter the era, no matter the place, the night sky will bless my people.

Level Up 1: It may not be to my particular tastes, but I suppose this is a passable offering. Very well, I accept this for now.

Level Up 2: Hmph. Is that all you have? C'mon, if that's all you got, then let's get some training in at least.

Level Up 3: Huh. It kinda tickles. ...why are you looking at me like that, human?

Level Up 4 (Third Ascension): No... This isn't nearly as satisfying. Give me something fresh. I want to feel the blood run down my chin.

Level Up 5 (Third Ascension): I suppose it can't be helped... But come on, you can't toss in some meat at least?

1st Ascension: Ngh! *crack* Ahhhh... That's much more to my liking. Kehahahahaha! Well? Aren't you impressed, human? C'mon, praise me, worship me! You stand before the almighty chief god, the embodiment of physical perfection! C'mon, let's go find a fleet or an army to crush! I want to test out this new Ascension properly!

2nd Ascension: I have to say... It's nice to be like this for a while. It reminds me of my time spent messing around with Hunahpu when we were younger. Back then it was just the two of us against all the gods, demons, and whatever else the world wanted to throw at us. Ahhhh... Is this what the mortals call 'nostalgia'? ...tch, what a pain.

3rd Ascension: It appears that your offerings have given me the strength to embrace my true Nagual nature. Behold me in my true glory. I am Awilix-Yaxche, the Usurper Lostbelt King, the forgotten goddess who stole the kingdoms of life and death from the Feathered Serpent. I am the god of the oppressed, the forgotten, and the denied. I am the god of both living and dead, night and day. Let all conquerors look upon my face and weep for their impending end, and let them all wither away before my gaze.

4th Ascension: ...I know that the empire I knew is gone. The nations of living and dead has fallen, the eclipse passed both mere moments ago and yet eternities long gone. But... The remnants of the kingdom that raised me still remain. The K'iche' Maya that raised me and my siblings from childhood, and ascended us to the realm of gods. Even if I am not blessed with offerings of flesh and blood, for the Lostbelt that I had lost, and for the Mayan People that remain... I will stand proud, with their memories forever in my heart. That is what it means to be a god.

Fight Start 1: Now this is my element!

Fight Start 2: You wanna take on a god, do you? Fine by me, let’s play!

Fight Start 3: A new victim, huh?! Fine then, I hope you don’t mind if I play rough!

Fight Start 4(Third Ascension): I’ll stain my hands… With your blood…

Fight Start 5(Third Ascension): When you step onto the court against me… You’ll find your arms are too short to box with God.

Skill 1(Pok-ta-Pok): Think you can keep up with me?

Skill 2(Jaguar Sun Xibalba): Reach for the heavens all you like, I will still be beyond your grasp!

Skill 3(You Shall Conquer All the Nations): Come on, just try to topple me!

Skill 4: You cannot escape the eye of the Jaguar… Hm? No, I didn’t say anything.

Command Card Select 1: ¡Sho! ¡Sho!

Command Card Select 2: I’ll make a mark right between your eyes!

Command Card Select 3: This will be fun!

Command Card Select 1(Third Ascension): Tooth and claw!

Command Card Select 2(Third Ascension): Blood and dust!

Command Card Select 3(Third Ascension): Night and day!

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Let’s play ball!

Noble Phantasm Select 2: No matter where you run or hide… The moon sees everything!

Noble Phantasm Select 1(Third Ascension): Another sacrifice laid bare for me to feast upon!

Noble Phantasm Select 2(Third Ascension): You cannot… escape from death!

Attack 1: C’mon, c’mon!

Attack 2: Haaaaa!

Attack 3: Can you keep up with my footwork?!

Attack 4: Too easy!

Attack 5: SEIIIIIII!

Extra Attack 1: I’ll blow you away! JAGUAR KNUCKLE!

Extra Attack 2: You cannot evade me! JAGUAR KICK!

Attack 1(Third Ascension): GRAAAAAAH!

Attack 2(Third Ascension): I’ll tear out your teeth one by one!

Attack 3(Third Ascension): SEIIIAAAAHHH!

Attack 4(Third Ascension): Game over!

Attack 5(Third Ascension): RAAAAAAGGHHHH!

Extra Attack 1(Third Ascension): Attempting to defeat me is as foolish as trying to end nightfall itself!

Extra Attack 2(Third Ascension): Run as much as you want! The night sky covers everything!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Higher, higher, higher...

That's what humanity wants, isn't it?

To climb as high as they can, up to even the moon and stars, where the gods reign?

Well, there's one difference that divides the human race from the gods...

Humanity... Is destined to FALL DOWN!

Now let me bring you all back to Earth!

Q'umarkaj Impact!

Noble Phantasm 2:

This is it! The end of your journey!

No matter what you try, no matter where you hide, I'll bury you all!

You're in my world now!

And under the night sky... I'll always win!

Q'umarkaj... IMPACT!

Noble Phantasm 3(Narrated by Taiga):

Ladies and gentlemen, I can't believe my eyes!

Awilix has ascended to the heavenly pitch!

She's setting up for another play...

It's a header headed straight for the enemy team!

Q'umarkaj Impact!!!

I feel sorry for those poor goalies…

Noble Phantasm 4(Narrated by Taiga):

Once again, the Goddess of Pok-ta-Pok takes the pitch!

Look at that phenomenal footwork!

Oh, what's this?! She's setting herself up for a press towards the goal!

Could it be...?! Yes, it's her signature strike!

Q'UMARKAJ IMPACT!!!

SHE SHOOTS, SHE SCORES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

Noble Phantasm 1(Third Ascension):

If my kingdoms are destined to fall then let me spit in the face of destiny!

If my fate is to be forgotten by mankind, then let me defy fate itself!

Nothing, god or man, will stand in the way of my future!

Nagual K'ab'awil!

Noble Phantasm 2(Third Ascension):

I am the Stone Beast God of the Mayan Kingdoms.

I am the Hidden Jaguar Sun that conquered Xibalba.

I am Death! And you will not escape my wrath!

Bare thy neck, and become the blood that feeds my altar!

Nagual K’a’awil!

Noble Phantasm 3(Third Ascension):

Behold, the last sight you will ever see…

HRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!

I’LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES, AND EAT YOUR HEART!

NAGUAL K’AB’AWIL!

Damage from Noble Phantasm: ¡Puta la wea, perra, te voy a matar!

Regular Damage: ¡Sho!

Damage from Noble Phantasm(Third Ascension): GHHHHHHH!

Regular Damage(Third Ascension): You little-!

Defeated 1: Ngh…! No! No, I refuse to die here!

Defeated 2: I won’t… stop here…!

Defeated 1(Third Ascension): No… No, not again! It can’t happen like this again!

Defeated 2(Third Ascension): I can… go further than this…!

Victory 1: Haha! As expected, I won that game for us handily.

Victory 2: HAHAHAHAHA! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Come on, let’s move onto the next round!

Victory 1(Third Ascension): Thank you for the offering. I haven’t had that much fun in a while!

Victory 2(Third Ascension): No one can escape the gaze of the night sky… But you should’ve tried harder than that.

Bond Level 1: I am Awilix, one of the three gods created to serve the K'iche' Maya people. To be summoned as a Servant of Proper Human History is… unexpected for me, to say the least. Though I suppose it makes sense when you think about it… Either way, send me to crush your enemies and I will do so without hesitation.

Bond Level 2: Chaldea… An organization dedicated to 'fixing' humanity's past and ensuring that it all continues on as planned. ...hm? 'Is everything alright?' Hmph. What do you care? I am your Servant, you are the Master, isn't that right? What use does Humanity's Last Master have for conversing with their Servants?

Bond Level 3: Master, I can't help but ask… How does The World determine the 'correct' course of action for history to take? What makes this history 'Proper' Human History? Is it 'Proper' for the Spanish Empire to invade the Americas? Is it 'Proper' that they claimed an entire nation for themselves when the Mayan Empire was thriving and happy there? Is it 'Proper' for generations of people to be enslaved, slaughtered, and forced to abandon their history?! WELL?! ANSWER ME-! …I'm sorry. I just… … I'm sorry.

Bond Level 4: I suppose I owe you an explanation for my last outburst. I was a god born for one purpose: to watch over and guide the Mayan people, to be a god that served man as much as man served the gods. And then… Then I lost everything. To say that what happened is the 'right' course of action. To say that was the 'truth' of humanity's destiny. …I cannot accept that. I want to believe that there is a chance to make a future for the people I love. I want… I want them to love me again.

Bond Level 5: I will never accept what has happened in the past. The wrongs that have been done to me and my people. The losses of history, culture, and beliefs over time. I will never forgive the world for what it has done. …but I also understand that you're just like me in that sense. Another person fighting to preserve and save entire generations from being forgotten and destroyed. To that end, I suppose I can enjoy our time spent together.

Bond Level 5(Clear Interlude “From Xibalba With Love”): …did you know that you were not the first Master to summon me? There was another. A young girl who called on me to fight in a Holy Grail War. She was strong, if naive. Open, if not talkative. Kind, if not foolish. I enjoyed her company. I betrayed her in a desperate bid to regain my status as a true god. …like everything I've done in my life, it was all for nothing. I failed to claim my godhood, I failed to protect my Master, and I failed to be a hero. It's funny... I never had a second thought of the lives I’ve taken before, and yet, I can't help but think of her. I wonder what you'd think of me now, Mercedes…

Dialogue 1: So many people wander these halls… Gods, men, friends, enemies, conquerors and conquered alike. I must wonder how Chaldea hasn’t become a smoldering pile of ash at this point…

Dialogue 2: I have to say, despite my legend involving outwitting the foes Tohil and I faced, I was never a quick thinker when it came to the arts… *sigh* A fact that my half-brothers never let me forget. It’s not my fault I never needed to learn that stuff!

Dialogue 3: Hey, you! Interested in a game? I’m gonna commandeer the simulator to see if we can set up a court. Go grab a handful of Servants, and we can let off some steam.

Dialogue 4(Bond Level 5): I know what it is like to live through the loss of your people… To lose everything you knew and love to a cruel and unjust invader. I won’t let you live through the same pain I did, Master. If I cannot secure the future for my people, then I can at least help you save your own.

Dialogue 5 (If you have Kukulkan): Tohil… No, you're not the same sun deity I grew up with, that much is obvious. Still... I can't help but feel the same comfort I had having my twin standing beside me. From one Lostbelt King to another, Kukulkan, I hope we can get along.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Baron Samedi): Him. Everywhere I go, that accursed Loa seems to follow me, mocking my every movement and every action! Fine then, if he seeks to poke at the Jaguar... Then I hope the fool is prepared to cut himself on my claws.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Yù Tù): Oh? Lamat is here as well? Yes, I remember my time with her fondly. After she broke into my house and accidentally made herself immortal, we spent quite a long time together. I suppose you could go so far and call her my daughter. …how time's gone by since then. Another thing this Proper Human History has taken away from me.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Xolotl): Oh yes, the twin brother of Quetzalcoatl. I suppose in some sense he's my counterpart from Aztec mythology. Then again, maybe it's Tezcatlipoca that fills that role. Or… Coyolxāuhqui? Daaagh! There's too many gods to keep track of! Isn't this Hun Batz and Hun-Chowen's territory?!

Dialogue 9 (If you have Hernán Cortés): So, that bastard from the Grail War in Jerusalem is here too? Last time we met, I was too weak to properly show my true strength against the self-proclaimed 'God Incarnate'. Now… Hehahahahhaha… Now, Master, I'd say it's time for some payback. I'll enjoy crushing his skull with my bare hands.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Jaguar Warrior): Taiga Fujimura… So this is my champion from Proper Human History. I must say, that costume of yours makes you look rather dashing.

Dialogue 11 (If you have Zipacna): Zipacna, have you come to challenge me? Heh, I understand, you weren't satisfied the way our last encounter ended. Fine then. But don't blame me after I cook you on a spit! C'mon, I'll let you reunite with your father and brother!

Dialogue 12 (If you have Fenrir Riding Hood): Oh? The little wolf seems to be looking my way. I suppose it makes sense, given I am the incarnate sun and moon. But I warn you, little girl… You may be a Beast of Humanity, but I alone am the apex predator here. So if you don’t wish to be eaten alive again, I suggest you run off.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Qin Shi Huang or Romulus=Quirinus): The Founding God-Kings, eh? Divinities that forged their own nations, reigning over them as gods. I feel like we could have a lot to talk about. …nah, it's probably for the best that I avoid them. I have a feeling that a conversation between us might get ugly.

Dialogue 14 (If you have any “Death” or “Underworld” related Servants): So, there are other divinities with Authority over death in Chaldea, are there? Hah! Maybe they'll be more of a challenge than those dullards in Xibalba. Or perhaps not.

Dialogue 15 (If you have Guan Yu): So humanity can make their own gods now? How fitting that a butcher of men would be the kind of person they'd deify. Then again, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing how well a god born of humanity stands up to the real deal. Haha! I've made up my mind, Guan Yu! Fight me, and let's see which god is truly worthy of worship!

Likes: There’s nothing better than a good game of pok-ta-pok to get the blood pumping, y’know? Though any type of sport is a good way to get everyone in a good mood. Well, unless you’re my half-brothers, but those furry bastards couldn’t know fun if it kicked them in the tail.

Dislikes: The idea of a ‘Proper’ Human History sickens me… Who decides that a culture is right? What force of the world decides the correct course of action for humanity? If I had the chance to choose… Ngh, nevermind, I’m going to go get some air.

About the Holy Grail: The Grail can grant me any wish I desire. I can reshape the world to befit my history. I could become a god ruling over humanity… Yes, if I had the chance, I would right the wrongs of the World and make a new empire of the Maya. An empire where the gods watch over mankind.

About the Holy Grail(Clear Interlude “From Xibalba With Love”): The Grail can grant me any wish I desire. I can reshape the world to befit my history, I could become a god ruling over humanity… And despite this, the only thing that comes to mind right now is that time in Jerusalem. …but no wish could ever grant me absolution for betraying her.

During an Event: It seems like a festival is going on! In that case, why don’t we join in? Even gods need to enjoy themselves from time to time.Birthday: It’s your birthday is it? Ahhhh, now I see, if that’s the case, let us be off! I know the other Servants seek to celebrate with you as well, but trust me when I say that I will make today an extraordinary celebration that no one, man or god, could ever hope to pull off!

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Awilix, one of the three Tohil in Mayan mythology, and the goddess over sickness, death, and the night. One of the three founding gods of the K'iche' Kingdom in Guatemala, one of the most powerful of the Mayan Empires, Awilix reigns supreme in the Guatemalan Lostbelt as the arbiter of both life and death, a divinity both the living and dead serve.

She is not a 'True' Lostbelt King like Ivan the Terrible or Zeus. Rather, she is a Servant summoned from Proper Human History to destroy the Lostbelt and defeat her twin, Kukulkan. However, she rebelled against the world's original intent, and instead assassinated Kukulkan to take the Lostbelt for herself, taking her sister's position as Lostbelt King.

She is Awilix-Yaxche, the Usurper Lostbelt King.

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 186cm • 77kg

Source: Mayan Mythology(The Popol Vuh)

Region: Guatemala

Alignment: Lawful • Good

Gender: Female-Presenting

It is said that after the Tohil turned themselves into stone to become the guardian patrons of the K'iche' Maya, the gods Awilix and Tohil incarnated into mortal forms, becoming the Hero Twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque. After their father, Hun Hunahpu, was defeated and sacrificed by the Lords of Xibalba, the twins were born from Hunahpu's severed head impregnating the Blood Moon, Xquic. From the Xibalban Goddess, the greatest heroes of Mayan mythology were born, the living incarnation of the sun and moon itself.

As Awilix and Xbalanque are essentially one and the same person, the goddess of death has found a way to cheat the system of gods being impossible to be summoned normally, incarnating in her mortal form with her full Divinity intact.

"Hey, it's not cheating! It's being smart!"

It's totally cheating.

Bond Level 2:

In Proper Human History, the K'iche' Maya were gifted with three gods, Tohil, Jacawitz, and Awilix, who they were tasked with guarding and raising. In turn, the trio of divinities known as the Tohil would watch over and bless the Mayan people, gifting them fire, and protecting them from harm in exchange for offerings of blood. Awilix served as the patron goddess of the night sky, sickness, Pok-ta-Pok, and one of the many deities presiding over death. She was second only in authority to her sibling Tohil, who in some legends is the same deity as Qʼuqʼumatz, the K'iche' equivalent to the Yucatan region's Kukulkan.

As the Usurper Lostbelt King of the Guatemalan Lostbelt, Awilix reigns over the deities of the Mayan Pantheon as the sole ruler, taking over the Land of the Eternal Spring after slaying the most powerful gods of life and death. All beings, living and dead, recognize her authority and fear her wrath. With the Mayan people having this unquestioned power presiding over them, they soon spread outward, conquering the rest of Central America, before their influence gripped the entire planet, all while they praised the might of Awilix, the Eternal Eclipse.

Bond Level 3:

In another time and space, she was summoned in a Holy Grail War as a Lancer-Class. There, she only had a small fraction of her power, but was still a fearsome opponent. She dueled with conquerors, lords of death, former friends and former foes. She betrayed and was betrayed, and in the end, she failed to reach the dream she sought. While most Servants forget the wars they fight in, as a Divinity, each second she lived a reminder of how she failed as a goddess. Each wound, each loss, all of them a reminder of how far she fell.

Now, those slights against her serve as further motivation. A promise to avenge her losses and become the goddess that she was meant to be. To shackle the conqueror, to kill the immortal, and to show that even gods of death are as mortal as any man.

Bond Level 4:

The world is full of mirrors. Life and death. Sun and moon. Day and night. Health and sickness. The Maya recognized this, which is why in the Popol Vuh, many figures existed as part of a pair. Hun Hunahpu and Vucub Hunahpu. The Twelve Lords of Xibalba. The demons Zipacna and Cabrakan. And of course, the Hero Twins themselves, Hunahpu and Xbalanque.

In the Mayan Lostbelt, however, Awilix violated this existence of pairs by killing her twin and taking her Authority. The moon and sun were now one and the same. Life and death existed simultaneously. No longer were they a mirror, but rather, a concurrent existence. In turn, the balance of the world was left askew, all power concentrated into a single god. Even after granting other beings parts of her Authority, the Lostbelt was doomed to fall apart, something that Awilix simply could not allow.

So she became the pillar holding Xibalba, Earth, and Heaven together, becoming the entity known as Awilix-Yaxche that fastened all creation together. As a consequence, she became a lynchpin of the world forced to constantly consume her own people to keep existing, a monster that must constantly eat that she loves in order to save them.

Bond Level 5:

History is written by the winners. A phrase that has forever been passed down from generation to generation. To make one’s mark on the world, you have to write your story in the blood of those you conquered and subjugated. The K'iche' Maya were among those conquered, one of the many cultures and nations subjugated during Europe's Age of Exploration. The conquistadors came, burning their kings alive as an example, and razing the city of Qʼumarkaj to the ground.

Such was the course of mankind the World saw 'proper'. The once-great temples dedicated to the gods, now mere ruins. Their beloved sport, now banned for fear of their rituals. Their culture, ripped away, with only scraps left remaining. The gods, the kings, the people, all left forever scarred by the actions of the 'winners'.

Perhaps none were left more broken by this than the goddess of the night sky, Awilix. Raised by the very Mayan people themselves as one of the Tohil, she could do nothing as she watched the invasion of the Spaniards. How her people were raped, slaughtered, and put in chains. How their very existence was seen as 'barbaric', something to be ripped away and replaced with the Spaniard's own brutality. How they happily did it all in the name of 'salvation'.

As a Servant, Awilix's greatest wish is to undo this great tragedy. To become a 'winner' in her own right and have the chance to write a new history. To write a story where the conquered become conquerors, where the blood of the invaders flows freely ,and where the Maya rule over all.

She does not care if she became an enemy of the World to do so.

The World became her enemy first.

Extra (Clear Popul Vuh and Reach Bond 5):

As the Supreme Goddess of the Land of the Eternal Spring, she chose to walk among her people, descending from her throne to embrace the humanity she longed to oversee. She praised them, loved them, and cared for them, just at they had done for her long ago. But she could not save them. No matter what Authorities she gathered, no matter how much power she amassed, she could not save her Lostbelt from falling apart. Proper Human History was destined to eventually overtake her, no matter what power she amassed, no matter how many Servants she slew, the Mayan Empire would meet its end.

Nevertheless, at the end of the world, when the Sun descended down to meet the Moon once again, she embraced it all with a smile on her face. It mattered not if she tore her body to shreds. It mattered not if her bones cracked beneath her fists with each blow. It mattered not if both Xibalba and Earth were shattering all around her.

As a goddess, it is her duty to protect the people that worshipped her.

And to remember those that have been lost.

"To my people, of both Proper Human History, and of the Lostbelt... Thank you for loving me... and for being loved."

Voice Lines(Lostbelt King):

Fight Start(First Battle): Well now, look who's right on time...

Fight Start (Decisive Battle): Once again, conquerors and raiders have come to my shores. I will fix the mistakes of the past, and claw out a future for my people and I!

Fight Start(Grand Battle): I am the tree that connects Heaven, Earth, and Xibalba, the pillar that holds this Lostbelt aloft. I am Awilix-Yaxche, the Goddess of the Maya! Come, Chaldeans, throw yourselves against me to try and reclaim your history, just as I have. Here and now, we will see whose future truly deserves to live on!

Fight Start(Final Battle): The world above me, the world below me, all coming crashing down... And yet I can't keep my eyes off of you. Ahahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA! Come on, Tohil! Let's settle this between us once and for all!

Skill 1: You will not evade me!

Skill 2: You will not escape me!

Skill 3: You will not deny me!

Attack 1(Grand Battle): Tremble as the night sky falls on your heads!

Attack 2(Grand Battle): Watch as the stars go out one by one!

Attack 3(Grand Battle): I'll make sure you won't come back from this!

Attack 4(Grand Battle): This is the end of your future!

Extra Attack(Grand Battle): I won't let this world end...! I'll destroy you all if I have to!

Attack 5(Final Battle): Too slow!

Attack 6(Final Battle): Hahahahaha! Come on, come on!

Attack 7(Final Battle): Come on, Tohil, you're getting sloppy!

Attack 8(Final Battle): I know you can take a hit better than that! Or have you just gotten too lazy?!

Extra Attack(Final Battle): Let's keep going... Until the world collapses all around us!

Noble Phantasm 1 (First Battle):

You've done well to make it this far, Chaldea.

You've faced gods, kings, demons, and horrors that defy all explanation.

How sad for you, that your story ends here!

Watch as the moon falls from the sky and crashes down on your heads!

Qʼumarkaj Impact!

Noble Phantasm 2 (Grand Battle):

This World… This History… It has trampled on me and the great kingdoms I helped build…

It has denied me and my peoples' history time and time again.

In turn... Let me deny the World its own history...

And from the corpses of my people, I will plant the seeds for a newer, greater era of prosperity!

JUNALIK YAXCHE!

Noble Phantasm 3 (Grand Battle):

From the four corners of the world, a single tree pierces through Heaven, Earth, and Xibalba.

From deep within the ground, out from the Land of the Trees, the great tree ascends.

Let's climb higher! Higher! Let us reach past the moon and stars into the edge of the universe!

Junalik Yaxche!

Noble Phantasm 4 (Final Battle):

Come on, Tohil! Don't slow down for even a second, because I want to make this last!

Let's solve this the only way we know how! With a final battle until the bitter end!

Q'umarkaj Impact!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Let's keep going until the end of time itself!

Damage from Noble Phantasm(First Battle): Weak.

Damage from Noble Phantasm(Grand Battle): Ghhh! I'm still... in control!

Damage from Noble Phantasm(Final Battle): Hehahahaha! Come on, is that the best you can do?!

Regular Damage(First Battle): That's just sad.

Regular Damage(Grand Battle): Ngh!

Regular Damage(Final Battle): Haha!

Defeated(Grand Battle): No... No, this isn't over! I won't let this be the end!

Defeated(Final Battle): Hunahpu... Tohil... Kukulkan... Hahaha... Can you forgive your stupid twin for all of this...? I just wanted to make a better future... But in the end, I couldn't manage that. All I did... was destroy everything.

#fate #fate fanservant #fanservant #fate oc #awilix #xbalanque #my first lostbelt king!#i originally started working on her around three or four years ago when i first started getting into fate #but i never got around to finishing her until recently #since then she's gone through a lotta change #i finally got around to reading the popol vuh and damn did i realize my original ideas were off #but it was fun finding all the pieces to put together for her and putting my own spin on her #especially in the context of a god who has largely been forgotten because of syncretization and colonization #and what a god like that may think of proper human history #i may not have gotten everything 100% accurate #but I'd like to think I did a halfway decent job of representing her here #hope y'all like her

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