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aspenmissing · 2 days ago

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Firstly I adore how you write the arcane crew with kids ❤️ What if they have kids but the reader us a feline vastaya ? How mixed would they be ?

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ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ/ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ || 8372 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ��ɪꜱᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴠᴀꜱᴛᴀʏᴀ'ꜱ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴀᴡᴡ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴍɪx ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴀꜱᴛᴀʏᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ! ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴀꜱᴛᴀʏᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! <3

JAYCE

Years after Jayce’s first encounter with Y/N, their bond had deepened, not just through shared interests, but through the way they balanced each other’s worlds—science and art, reason and magic. Their love had brought forth a daughter named Elena, a perfect blend of both their spirits. Elena inherited her father’s sharp, analytical mind and her mother’s free-spirited energy. In looks, she was a striking mix of both. She had her father’s deep, expressive brown eyes and tan skin, with a soft, angular face that reflected his features. From Y/N, she inherited a darker, more mysterious quality—her mother’s delicate pointed ears and long, flowing hair that shimmered with a hint of silver. Elena’s tail, inherited from Y/N’s Vastaya heritage, was an elegant and playful addition, often swishing with excitement as she moved.

Her childhood was filled with exploration, whether through the scientific marvels of Piltover or the ancient mysteries Y/N had whispered about while they crafted together.

One day, when Elena was around 10, she accompanied her parents through the bustling Piltover marketplace. The stalls were alive with vendors selling everything from mechanical parts to exotic herbs. Elena darted from one stall to the next, mesmerised by the intricate clockwork trinkets, the vivid fabrics, and the glittering jars of strange potions.

"Mom, look!" Elena tugged at Y/N’s sleeve, halting in front of a stall filled with coloured threads that shimmered like the paints her mother used in her art. Y/N crouched beside her daughter, smiling warmly.

"That's beautiful, Elena," Y/N said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just like your work."

Elena's eyes sparkled. "I want to make something with these. Maybe a new quilt for the house!" she said excitedly.

Jayce, overhearing them, smiled with amusement. “Already planning ahead, huh? You do know your mum’s quilts are legendary in Piltover, right?”

Y/N chuckled, eyes softening at the thought. "She has a good teacher."

Elena beamed with pride, her excitement growing as she skipped to another stall. Her eyes landed on a peculiar set of enchanted crystals that hummed with strange energy. Her fingers hovered over them, intrigued by their shimmer.

“Are you sure those are safe?” Jayce asked, his protective instincts flaring.

Elena turned with a cheeky grin. “Of course! They’re just… magical.”

Y/N and Jayce exchanged a glance, realising their daughter was a fascinating blend of both their worlds—the rational mind of a scientist and the wonder of an artist with an affinity for the mystical.

As the day wore on, Elena continued her exploration, picking up trinkets and curious finds along the way. She was their child through and through—always reaching for something new, whether in the mechanics of Piltover or the untold secrets of magic.

Jayce watched his daughter from a distance as she carefully examined a piece of clockwork, her brow furrowed in concentration, and smiled. He saw so much of himself in her—a mind that could never be contained within the bounds of tradition, always reaching for more.

And as Y/N walked beside him, their hands intertwined, they knew their daughter would continue to weave their worlds together in ways they had never imagined. From Piltover’s mechanical wonders to the untold mysteries of magic, Elena was destined to make her own mark.

Their life in Piltover wasn’t always easy—being a Vastaya in a city of high society meant stares and whispered comments, especially when they strolled together as a family. But Y/N stood tall, her tail swaying behind her as she held Jayce’s hand firmly. The occasional glance or whisper from a passerby didn’t faze her. She had learned to rise above it long ago. Jayce, ever the protector, offered her silent reassurance with his touch, the steady strength of his presence beside her.

"Careful, Elena!" Y/N called after their daughter, who had run ahead in excitement. "Don’t run off too far."

Elena turned with a wide grin, slowing her pace. "I’m just looking for something fun!" she replied, her voice filled with the wonder of a child exploring the world.

A few people glanced at Elena’s energetic enthusiasm, the contrast to the calm sophistication of Piltover’s streets. Y/N caught the looks and flicked her ears in amusement, but Jayce didn’t miss a beat, squeezing her hand as they walked side by side. "She’s got your spirit, doesn’t she?" he teased.

Y/N smiled, her tail flicking behind her as she watched Elena. "She’s got a bit of both of us in her. I just hope she doesn’t get into too much trouble."

"You two are a lot of trouble together," Jayce teased back, his lips curling into a smile.

The warmth of the moment was something Jayce cherished. When they first met, he could never have imagined a life like this—a life filled with love, family, and a deep connection to a woman so different from him. Y/N, with her vast knowledge of Zaun, her calming presence, and her fierce protectiveness, had swept him off his feet. She had her own strength, her own struggles, yet she had always supported him, as he had supported her.

And then there was Elena a living testament to the way they’d both changed and grown. Elena was a reminder that love could transcend all—whether it be between cities or species. She had inherited Jayce’s insatiable curiosity and Y/N’s ethereal presence, a calm and warmth that grounded everything. She was the perfect mix of their worlds, a child with a fierce mind and an open heart.

As they walked further through the market, Elena suddenly stopped in front of a stall brimming with art supplies—paints, brushes, and sketchbooks. Her eyes widened with excitement.

"Mum! Look!" she exclaimed, tugging at Y/N’s sleeve. "They’ve got paints and all the colours you use for your lessons! Can we get some?" Her fingers traced the vibrant shades, her imagination alight with possibilities.

Y/N chuckled and knelt down beside her daughter. "You’ve got a good eye, sweetheart. These would be perfect for some new artwork. Let’s pick out the colours we need, and we can work on something together."

As they lost themselves in the moment, a passerby lingered a bit too long, his eyes darting from Y/N’s tail to Elena’s pointed ears. Y/N noticed and smiled politely, but the man quickly averted his gaze, muttering something under his breath. Jayce didn’t miss it either. He shot the man a pointed look, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t say a word.

Elena, her tail flicking behind her in excitement, jumped up. "Can I make something for Dad too? Like you always do for him, Mum?" she asked eagerly, her face lighting up with the joy of creating something special for her father.

Y/N smiled softly, resting a hand on Elena’s shoulder. "Of course, darling. We’ll make something special. How about a painting for Dad to hang in the workshop?"

Jayce couldn’t help but laugh softly. "You two will have a whole gallery before the day’s out, won’t you?"

Y/N winked at him playfully. "Perhaps. But we’ll make it something extra special for you. A masterpiece from both of us."

Elena nodded enthusiastically, her bright eyes alight with excitement. "Yeah, Dad! You’ll love it!"

Jayce smiled, kneeling down to their level. "I can’t wait to see what you both come up with." His heart swelled at the thought of his daughter and Y/N creating something together—an expression of their love for him. It was moments like this that made everything worthwhile.

As the family continued their walk through Piltover, Jayce couldn’t help but feel a deep peace settle in his chest. He had never believed in destiny, but the life he had now felt right—right in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Y/N and Elena were his world, and he would do anything to protect them. The life they had built, the family they had created, was everything he had ever wanted, even if it had come in ways he hadn’t expected.

There was a perfect balance in their little family—Jayce’s determination and vision, Y/N’s wisdom and gentleness, and Elena’s playful energy and unyielding love for both her parents. Together, they were a testament to what could be built when two people from different worlds came together with understanding, compassion, and love. Elena had the best of both worlds in her, and that made her something rare, something special.

As they headed home, the sun setting behind them, Jayce whispered softly to Y/N, "Thank you for this... for everything."

Y/N’s eyes softened as she leaned into him. "It’s not just me, Jayce. It’s all of us—together."

With her head resting against his shoulder, they walked into the future hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges came next. In that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Jayce knew that the future was theirs to shape, together. The stares, the whispers, the discomfort of others couldn’t touch what they had—what they had built. Nothing could.

VIKTOR

Years had passed since that fateful night in the alleyways of Zaun, when Viktor had first reached out to Y/N, guiding her away from the chaos of the streets. That moment had been the beginning of a journey neither of them could have predicted—a journey filled with both hardship and unexpected tenderness. As the years went by, their bond grew stronger, woven together by shared moments of quiet understanding, and an unspoken promise to never let go.

Viktor’s path had eventually led him to Piltover, a city of progress, knowledge, and endless possibility. The brilliant Heimerdinger had recognised Viktor’s genius and, after much persuasion, brought him to Piltover to become his assistant. It had been a turning point in Viktor’s life, a chance to leave Zaun behind and be recognised for his talents. But even in the gleaming towers of Piltover, Viktor had never left Y/N behind. She had been by his side through it all, as steadfast as ever, and it was in her presence that he found his peace.

Though Piltover was unfamiliar, even overwhelming at times, Y/N had adapted with grace. The city's bustling streets and towering structures felt a world apart from the alleys of Zaun, but Y/N’s ability to blend her Vastaya heritage with the world of Piltover’s scientific and artistic communities had made her a quiet but respected presence. Her talents—both as a healer and a seamstress—were highly valued, and over time, she had carved out a place for herself, always with Viktor’s unwavering support.

Their shared history, their differences, and their shared journey from the broken streets of Zaun to the polished city of Piltover were reflected in their daughter—Lira.

Lira had inherited both of her parents' qualities, yet she was truly a reflection of both their worlds. She had taken more after Y/N in many ways—her skin, the same faint greyish hue, her long, delicate ears, and her tail, which swished expressively behind her. But there was also something of Viktor in her, something sharp in her eyes—a quiet intelligence, an almost unnatural understanding of things. Lira was a blend of their two worlds, and in her, they saw the future—a new generation, capable of bridging the divide between science and nature.

They had named her Lira for a reason—a name that meant "song" in the old language of her mother’s people. Lira was a name that symbolised harmony, the blending of two very different worlds. It was also a tribute to her mother's Vastaya heritage, with the hope that, like the name itself, she would find a way to bring unity and understanding to the world, just as her parents had.

Viktor’s heart would swell with pride each time Lira came running into his arms. Her small hands would touch his cane, her eyes full of wonder as she asked him to explain the intricacies of his latest invention. Though Viktor had always been focused on logic, reason, and progress, the sight of his daughter’s curiosity, her hunger to understand the world, softened him in ways he never thought possible. Lira would sit beside him for hours, watching his work with wide eyes, absorbing every detail with an intensity that made Viktor realise that, perhaps, the future was more than just a series of equations. It was in the small moments—like the gleam in his daughter’s eyes when she solved a problem or the way her fingers danced across the pieces of his machines, as though she were already a part of his world.

But Lira also shared her mother’s creativity, her deep understanding of beauty in its many forms. While Viktor worked tirelessly at his projects, Lira would often be by Y/N’s side, learning the intricate arts of weaving, stitching, and crafting. Y/N would teach Lira how to create beauty from the raw, the imperfect—how to use her hands to shape something meaningful from the world around her. Whether it was repairing a tear in a favourite shirt or creating a new quilt from old scraps, Y/N would impart lessons that spoke not only of the skill of the craft but of the deeper understanding of the world’s rhythm—its delicate balance between nature and the manmade.

One evening, the soft glow of Piltover’s lights filtered through the windows of their home, casting long, gentle shadows across the room. Viktor was at his desk, lost in thought as he worked, his mind consumed by the details of a new project he was collaborating on with Heimerdinger. The familiar hum of machinery drifted in from the workshop, a constant companion in Viktor’s life. Yet, despite his mind’s focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to how much had changed since that first moment he had helped Y/N in the alley.

Behind him, Viktor heard the soft rhythm of Y/N’s sewing machine—a comforting sound that always brought him a sense of peace. Lira’s voice bubbled up with questions, her soft laughter filling the house as she worked with her mother. The scene was so familiar, so comforting, that Viktor couldn’t help but close his eyes for a moment, letting the peace of it wash over him. It was a far cry from the days of Zaun—no more threats lurking in the shadows, no more hunger or cold.

“Viktor?” Y/N’s voice, warm and calm, broke through his reverie. He turned in his chair to see her standing in the doorway, a soft smile on her face. Lira was perched on her mother’s shoulder, her small arms wrapped around Y/N’s neck as she gazed at her father with wide, eager eyes.

Viktor’s heart swelled with love at the sight of them. “Yes, Lásko” he replied, his voice thick with affection. (Love)

Y/N crossed the room slowly, her movements as graceful as ever despite the tiredness that sometimes lingered in her body. She placed a gentle hand on Viktor’s shoulder, grounding him in the moment. “Lira’s been asking about your work again. She wants to understand how it all fits together.”

Viktor smiled, his eyes shifting to Lira, who was now standing at his side, her bright eyes fixed on him with an intensity that reminded him so much of himself as a child. “Does she now?” Viktor said with a chuckle. “She’s certainly persistent.”

Y/N smiled, a touch of amusement in her voice. “Just like you,” she teased. “She wants to know how things work, how they fit together.”

Lira’s golden eyes widened with excitement, and she hopped down from her mother’s shoulder to run to Viktor’s side. “Papa, how do you make the parts move like that?” she asked eagerly, her tiny finger pointing to the small mechanical model sitting on his desk.

Viktor’s heart swelled with pride and affection. He took a deep breath, then gestured for Lira to come closer. “Well, Miláčku,” he began, bending down to her level, “it’s all about understanding the way the pieces fit together. It’s a bit like how your mother weaves her fabrics, you see?” (Sweetheart)

Lira tilted her head, processing the information, before repeating thoughtfully, “Like weaving?”

“Yes,” Viktor continued, his voice warm with encouragement. “Everything, whether it’s a machine or something more natural, is connected in some way. It’s just a matter of finding the right way to put it all together.”

Y/N watched the two of them, her heart full as she observed the bond that had flourished between Viktor and their daughter. Lira was a living testament to the way both of them had shaped her. The curiosity, the drive, the sense of wonder—all of it was there, in her.

The three of them stood together in that quiet moment, a family forged from the strength of their love, their shared creativity, and their unwavering belief in each other. The lights of Piltover shone brightly outside, but inside their home, there was a warmth that no machine could replicate. Together, they were a family—strong, united, and ready to face whatever the future held.

And as they stood there, Viktor couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. For the journey, for the lessons, for the love that had filled his life in ways he never thought possible. And for the tiny girl with the golden eyes, whose presence had made it all worthwhile.

“I’m glad we’re here,” Viktor whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled softly, resting her head on his shoulder as Lira clung to his side, her golden eyes wide with curiosity. “So am I, Viktor,” she said, her voice filled with quiet contentment. “So am I.”

JAYVIK

Several years had passed since that long, weary day in the lab. Time had a way of softening the sharp edges of past pain, but for Y/N, some wounds still lingered, just beneath the surface, waiting for the world outside to remind her of its harshness. Yet, in spite of these lingering scars, brighter days had emerged—days filled with laughter, love, and the indescribable joy of watching her children grow, finding their own voices in the world that had once felt so unkind.

On this particular afternoon, Y/N strolled through the park, her twins—Elowen and Cassian—holding tightly onto her hands as they skipped beside her. Elowen, with her wild curls bouncing in the breeze, had inherited Viktor’s meticulous nature but also Y/N’s boundless curiosity and wild spirit. She was always the first to ask questions about the world around her, eager to uncover the mysteries of both magic and science. Cassian, on the other hand, with his mischievous grin and dark eyes that mirrored Jayce’s, thrived on adventure. His curiosity often led him into trouble, but his infectious joy in exploring made up for it. Together, they were a perfect blend of their parents—two little bundles of energy, wonder, and mischief.

Viktor, leaning on his cane as always, followed closely behind them. His faint but content smile revealed how deeply he cherished these moments—the ones where time seemed to slow down, where the world faded away, and only the people at his side mattered. He was proud of his children, proud of Y/N, and proud of the family they had built together. And there was Jayce, walking beside him, just as devoted, just as protective. Y/N could see the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at their children, his love for them as fierce and unconditional as her own. Together, the three of them made a home, one built on love, understanding, and a shared commitment to protect each other from the cruel realities of the world outside.

But as they walked through the park, something stirred in Y/N—an old discomfort, a prickle of awareness that she couldn’t shake off. At first, it was subtle—just a few sideways glances from passersby. But as they continued, the stares grew longer, the whispers more frequent. She could hear the hushed voices, barely masked by the rustling of leaves and the laughter of children. Some of the looks were filled with curiosity, some with disdain. The word "unnatural" caught her ear, and muttered remarks about her “strange” heritage reached her with painful clarity.

Her chest tightened, and she could feel the familiar weight of their gaze bearing down on her. The faces that looked upon her with suspicion, fear, and even hatred never failed to cut through her, no matter how much time had passed. The tightness in her chest grew as she glanced down at Elowen and Cassian, who were oblivious to the tension in the air. They were laughing, caught up in their joy, but Y/N saw the way the world would see them too. Her children—her precious children—were not exempt from the cruel judgment. Their innocence would never be enough protection from the harshness of the world.

Viktor noticed the shift in her posture before she realised it herself. Her grip on Elowen and Cassian’s hands tightened, and her tail, once relaxed behind her, now flicked anxiously. He could see the muscles in her back tense, her ears flattening slightly in response to the murmurs and stares. He knew her so well that he didn’t need to ask. But he did, anyway.

“Y/N?” Viktor’s voice, low and cautious, reached her. He stopped beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, his cane resting beside him. His other hand reached for hers, a quiet offering of support. “Is everything all right?”

Y/N blinked, pulling herself out of her thoughts. She gave him a tight smile, but it was weak, strained. “It’s nothing,” she muttered, her voice faltering. “Let’s just go home.”

Viktor’s brows furrowed in concern. He knew her too well to be fooled by her words. He glanced around and saw what she saw—people still staring, still whispering. He could feel her anxiety, a tight knot in his chest as he struggled with the helplessness of not being able to shield her from it all. He said nothing, though, as they turned to leave, both of them guiding their children with quick, deliberate steps.

Cassian, sensing the shift in the mood, looked up at his mother with wide, innocent eyes. His gaze, full of concern, didn’t escape Y/N. “Mum? Why are we going home? We were having fun!”

Y/N forced a soft laugh, bending down to ruffle his dark hair, her heart aching with the weight of his words. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll come back another time, I promise.”

Elowen, always attuned to the emotions around her, glanced up at her mother with a furrowed brow. Her bright eyes, much like Viktor’s, narrowed with concern. “Are we going to be okay, Mama?”

Y/N’s heart clenched as she looked into her daughter’s earnest eyes, those same bright eyes that shone with curiosity and understanding. She kissed Elowen’s forehead gently, a soft whisper escaping her lips. “We’re always okay, Elowen. Always.”

Jayce, who had been walking slightly behind them, caught up and placed a hand on Y/N’s back. He had noticed the subtle shift in her mood, the change that always followed when the world became too much for her to bear. His voice, calm and steady, broke through her thoughts. “Don’t let them get to you, Y/N. They’re just ignorant.”

Y/N gave him a small smile, grateful for the support but not quite able to shake the lingering discomfort. “I know, Jayce. But it doesn’t make it easier.”

Jayce squeezed her shoulder gently. “We’ll make sure they never see the world the way we do,” he said, his tone filled with determination. “We’ll teach them how to rise above it. We’ll show them what true strength is. And they’ll grow up knowing that love and family are the most important things.”

Viktor nodded in agreement, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “They already know what matters, Y/N. They’re growing up surrounded by love. That’s what will guide them.”

They continued their walk home in silence, Viktor keeping a protective hand on Y/N’s back, Jayce walking beside her, a quiet but unwavering presence. His warm smile, though faint, was a silent reassurance that they were all in this together. Elowen was perched on his shoulders, giggling with delight as she tugged on his hair playfully, while Cassian swung from his hand, laughing with each swing. Jayce, as always, did his best to be the stabilising force, effortlessly balancing the responsibility of keeping them safe while maintaining the lightness in his step that made the children feel unburdened by the world outside.

Y/N’s tail flicked nervously behind her, her unease bubbling under the surface despite the joy in her children’s laughter. She could feel the stares, the muttered comments, and the weight of the world pressing against her chest again. Viktor noticed her tension immediately and slowed his pace, coming closer to her side, his hand brushing against hers in quiet comfort. He knew her well enough to recognise the signs of her discomfort, though she was trying her best to hold herself together for the sake of their children.

As they neared their home, the murmurs faded into the background, replaced by the warm comfort of familiar streets, the comforting sense of belonging within their own space. Y/N sighed, the tightness in her chest easing as they reached the door. When the latch clicked shut behind them, a sense of relief washed over her like a wave. Here, in the sanctuary of their home, she was safe. She was with Viktor, Jayce, and their children—where the world couldn’t touch them so easily.

Viktor, ever observant, placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle but steady. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice full of empathy. “I know it’s not easy.”

Y/N exhaled a shaky breath and leaned into him, her head resting against his chest for a brief moment. The steady thrum of his heartbeat soothed her, grounding her in the present, in the love they had built together. “I just… I just want to protect them. I don’t want them to see the world like I do. I want them to grow up free of fear.”

Viktor’s hand moved to the back of her head, fingers carding through her hair in a gesture of care. “They will,” he reassured her. “They have us. And we’ll teach them what matters—love, understanding, and the strength to rise above the ignorance around us.”

Jayce, having entered behind them, placed a hand on Y/N’s other shoulder. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, his voice low but filled with unshakable confidence. “They’ll never know the world like we do. They’re going to be better than that. And we’ll make sure of it.”

Y/N felt her heart swell with gratitude, her breath steadying as she looked at the men who stood beside her. Despite the world’s cruelty, she had this—she had Viktor, Jayce, and their children. Their family was her safe place, a foundation built on love, strength, and resilience. Together, they could weather any storm.

That night, as they settled in, Y/N tucked Elowen and Cassian into their beds, pressing gentle kisses to their foreheads. The twins were already drifting off to sleep, their innocent smiles and soft breaths reminding her of the purity of their hearts, untouched by the harshness of the world. “You’ll never have to carry the world’s burdens. We’ve got you. Always,” she whispered.

Her heart ached with love as she pulled the covers up around them, watching over them like a guardian, as Viktor and Jayce quietly stood by her side, sharing the weight of the moment. The world outside could be unforgiving, but within these walls, surrounded by their family, Y/N knew her children would always be safe. They had each other—and together, that was more than enough to face whatever the world threw their way.

With Viktor’s steady calm, Jayce’s boundless energy, and the love they shared, Y/N knew they would find a way through the darkest of times—together, stronger, united, and full of love. With their hearts intertwined, they were a force to be reckoned with, no matter what. And that made all the difference.

VANDER

As the months passed, life in the undercity settled into a familiar rhythm, but things were never quite the same after Y/N gave birth to Kael. The quiet, curious child brought with him a special kind of presence that seemed to resonate deeply within the walls of the Last Drop. From the moment he was born, Kael's appearance caught the eye of everyone in the bar. His features were a striking combination of Y/N and Vander—Vander's strong jawline and broad shoulders, but with Y/N's deep, almond-shaped eyes, shimmering with a mysterious wisdom far beyond his years. His small, cat-like nose and faint markings on his skin were unmistakable signs of his mother’s Vastaya heritage, marking him as something rare, something different in a world where differences were not always welcomed.

They named him Kael, meaning "mighty warrior" in an ancient tongue, as Vander had suggested. The name seemed fitting, not just for his appearance, but for the world he had been born into—one filled with struggle, hardship, and a need for strength. Y/N agreed, feeling the weight of the name as she held her son close. Vander, with his protective nature, already saw the resilience Kael carried, even as an infant, and he was proud to see that strength take root in his son. Y/N felt a similar bond, sensing that Kael was destined to carry a power that neither she nor Vander could fully comprehend.

In the meantime, the children of the Last Drop—Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor—had grown especially fond of Kael. The little boy’s serene presence seemed to calm the chaos of the undercity, and the children couldn’t help but adore him. They took turns helping Y/N with him, vying for the opportunity to hold him, to make him laugh, or simply to spend time with him. Vi, ever the fierce protector, kept a close watch over her little brother, ensuring that nothing could harm him. Even in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the bar, she would often sit beside Y/N and Kael, offering a silent, watchful gaze over the newborn.

Powder, though usually lost in her own world, was particularly enamoured with Kael, often offering him her toys and coaxing a giggle or smile from him, her face lighting up with pure joy when he responded. Mylo, the prankster, joked that Kael would grow up to be a tough kid, always looking out for his sister, and while his words were playful, there was an undeniable truth to them—Kael already possessed a quiet strength that would make him stand tall when the time came. Vi, fiercely protective, always kept a watchful eye on him, whether he was peacefully napping or playing, and would stand guard, her instincts flaring if anything or anyone posed a threat. Claggor, the silent one, gravitated toward Kael, his usual quiet nature softening around the baby as he sat nearby, observing with a gentle, affectionate gaze. It was clear to everyone that, despite their differences, each of them held a deep, protective love for Kael, their bond as strong as family itself.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the way her children had embraced Kael. There was a tenderness in the way they interacted with him, a protective instinct that ran deep. Vander, too, found his heart swelling with pride every time he saw Kael surrounded by his "siblings," playing, laughing, and sharing in the simple joy of being together. In a world as harsh as Zaun, moments like these were rare, and Vander appreciated them more than anyone could know. He found peace in seeing Kael grow up in the warmth of his new family, surrounded by those who cared for him and would protect him fiercely.

However, as much as Kael was a light in their lives, the undercity was not without its shadows. Life here was brutal, and not everyone looked upon a Vastaya child with the same warmth that his "siblings" did. It was one thing for Vander and Y/N to protect him within the confines of the Last Drop, but outside, in the rough streets of Zaun, there were dangers lurking at every corner.

One day, when Y/N and Vander were busy tending to the bar, they decided to let the kids venture out to explore Zaun for a while. The air was thick with the usual mixture of industry, smoke, and the distant hum of machines. The kids roamed the streets, their laughter echoing off the walls of the narrow alleys, their boundless energy filling the cracks of the city. Vi kept an eye on Kael, who was nestled in her arms, his curious gaze taking in the world around him. Powder ran ahead, giggling as she chased after a small mechanical bird that had caught her eye. Mylo and Claggor wandered together, though Claggor’s eyes were always alert, and Mylo kept up his usual antics, cracking jokes and teasing the others.

It was during this outing that they encountered someone who would test their bond.

A man, clearly down on his luck, spotted Kael from across the street. His eyes narrowed when he saw the child’s markings, his lip curling in disgust. He had no love for the Vastaya, nor for anyone who didn’t belong fully to Zaun or Piltover. The sight of Kael, with his distinct features—a blend of Vander's sturdiness and Y/N’s exotic markings—filled the man with a deep sense of disdain. He muttered something under his breath, his hand gripping the edge of a nearby crate as he approached the group.

“You think you’re one of us?” the man sneered, his voice rough and threatening. “What, you think this little bastard belongs here? A freak like him don’t fit in, not with the city’s blood or with any of you.”

Vi’s protective instincts flared, and she stepped forward, her fists clenched. “Watch your mouth,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Don’t talk about him like that.”

The man, clearly not used to being challenged, took a step closer, his gaze now focused solely on Kael. “I’ve seen your kind before. You don’t belong here,” he spat, his words dripping with venom.

Powder, who had been playing nearby, immediately ran to Kael’s side, standing next to him with her fists raised in defiance. Mylo and Claggor moved in as well, standing shoulder to shoulder with Vi, their expressions serious. The playful antics had fallen away, replaced by the fierce loyalty they had for each other.

“We don’t let anyone talk about him like that,” Mylo said, his usual cheeky grin replaced by a determined scowl. “You need to get lost.”

The man, realising he was surrounded, hesitated for a moment. But his temper flared again, and he sneered. “You’re all freaks, then. What are you gonna do about it?”

But before the situation could escalate further, the unmistakable sound of Vander’s voice rang out, deep and commanding as he approached. "I don’t think you’ve been listening," he said, his presence alone enough to make the man hesitate. "You’ll apologise, or you’ll leave. Your choice."

The man looked around at the children, then at Vander, realising too late that he was outmatched. His bravado faltered as he took a step back. "Freaks," he muttered under his breath, his words weak and meaningless now.

But just as he was about to leave, Y/N stepped forward, her eyes narrowing with a fierce protectiveness. Her ears were pinned back, and she let out a low hiss, like a cat cornered in a threat, her stance poised to defend her family. The man paused, momentarily startled by her reaction.

With a final glare at the children, the man staggered off, grumbling to himself, but his bravado had crumbled in the face of Vander and Y/N’s unwavering stance.

The tension in the air evaporated the moment he left. Vi, still holding Kael, looked down at him with a reassuring smile. "See? Nothing to worry about," she said softly.

Powder clung to Kael, her face beaming with pride. "You’re safe, Kael," she whispered, her voice full of admiration.

Mylo chuckled lightly. "Told you you’d be tough, little guy."

Claggor nodded silently, his gaze steady as always, but his actions spoke volumes as he kept a watchful eye on Kael. He wasn’t about to let anything happen to his little brother.

Kael, still a baby, looked up at them all with wide eyes, sensing the love and protection surrounding him. He let out a soft giggle, the sound a reminder that, even in the harshest of places, there was always room for love and family.

Vander and Y/N watched the scene with pride and gratitude, their hearts swelling at the sight of the children’s bond. Despite the chaos of Zaun, there was a rare beauty in these moments—moments when love and loyalty triumphed over hate. Kael was part of something special, something worth protecting, and Vander would do everything in his power to ensure that his son would always know that, no matter how dark the world around them became, he would never be alone.

SILCO + JINX

Years had passed since that fateful moment in the alley, where Silco had broken the chains that bound Y/N, both physically and metaphorically. In those years, the two of them had built something together—an empire forged from shadows and ambition, yet tempered with a bond that neither could fully explain. The world they had shaped around them had grown even darker, but it had become a world that they controlled, one where their power and influence rippled through the streets of Zaun and Piltover.

Silco, ever the calculating figure, had changed in small but undeniable ways. Y/N’s presence, her quiet strength and the way she could bring peace to his otherwise turbulent soul, had carved a place in his heart that he had never imagined. There was still coldness to him, still the calculating mind of a man who would sacrifice anything for power, but Y/N’s unwavering loyalty, her warmth, and the strength of her love had brought a new dimension to him. Silco no longer saw the world only through the lens of domination and revenge. Y/N had taught him that there was a kind of strength in love, and that perhaps there was more to life than just ruling with an iron fist.

The change in Silco wasn’t immediately visible, not to everyone, but Y/N saw it in the way he would hold her hand in the quiet moments after a particularly brutal business deal, or the way his gaze softened when he watched her care for their children. There was an unspoken understanding between them now, something beyond the power plays and dangerous politics that had once consumed them both. They were building a future—not just for themselves, but for the little ones who depended on them.

And then, their daughter was born.

She came into the world with a quiet intensity that mirrored both her parents. Her eyes were Y/N’s—bright and full of life, but with a depth that seemed to carry the weight of both their worlds. Her skin, a soft blend of Silco’s smooth, darker tone and Y/N’s lighter, ethereal touch, held the markings of her mother’s Vastaya heritage—small yet distinct patterns that hinted at her mystical bloodline. Silco, who had always been distant and controlled, couldn’t help but gaze at his daughter in awe, as if she were the most precious thing he had ever seen. The first time she cried, it was as though the sound itself cracked open something in him—something that had been sealed off for years.

They named her Sira.

The name felt right—it was simple, yet carried an air of strength and beauty that seemed to fit their daughter perfectly. It was a name that bridged both of their worlds: Silco’s world of control and power, and Y/N’s world of magic and nature. Silco looked at her and saw a future—one where his legacy would live on, not in the empire he had built, but in the strength and intelligence of his child. Y/N looked at her and saw the blending of two worlds that had once seemed irreconcilable, but now came together in the form of their daughter.

As Sira grew, so did the complexities of her existence. To Silco, she was his blood—a living, breathing piece of his legacy, a future that could be molded into his image. To Y/N, she was a connection to her own heritage, a continuation of a line that stretched far beyond the borders of Zaun and Piltover. She was their hope, their love, and their proof that, despite the darkness around them, something good could come from it.

And to Jinx? Well, at first, it was something else entirely.

Jinx had always been fiercely protective of her adoptive parents. They were her family, her everything. She had grown up surrounded by chaos, and Silco and Y/N had been the constant, the ones who had taken her in and treated her as their own. The idea of sharing them, of giving her love and attention to someone else, felt like a betrayal. So when Sira entered the picture, Jinx’s first instinct was to keep her distance, to resent the little girl for stealing the attention that she had always received. To her, Sira was a threat, an intrusion into the fragile space she had carved out in her heart for Y/N and Silco.

But Sira, even as an infant, had an innate charm. It wasn’t just her appearance—a curious mix of the fierce and the gentle—but the way she would giggle and grasp at Jinx’s bright hair or the way her tiny hands would reach out, wanting to touch, to play, to explore. Slowly but surely, the walls Jinx had put up began to crack. The more time she spent around Sira, the more she realised that the little girl wasn’t trying to take anything from her. She wasn’t a threat. In fact, she had a way of drawing Jinx in, of making her feel needed, wanted, and loved in a way that she hadn’t expected.

Sira quickly became the centre of Jinx’s attention. When she was a toddler, Jinx was rarely seen without her, proudly parading her around, holding her outstretched in her arms like a trophy to Sevika, to the gang, to anyone who would look.

"Look at her!" Jinx would say with a mischievous grin, holding Sira up in front of her. "Isn't she just perfect?"

At first, Sira was just a quiet baby, taking in everything around her with wide eyes, but she grew into a toddler full of curiosity and joy. Her giggles and the sparkle in her eyes were contagious, slowly softening even the hardest of hearts around her. Even Sevika, who had always been tough and unflinching, couldn’t resist a smile when Sira reached out to her, or when Jinx spun the little girl around, her laugh ringing through the air.

In moments like these, the older woman could hardly resist. The tiny hand in hers, the way Sira’s tiny voice would giggle as Jinx spun her around, the way she proudly showed off the little one as though she were her own—Jinx had finally accepted her role as the big sister, the protector, the one who would teach Sira the ways of their world.

Silco watched all of this with an intensity that could only come from a father who was fiercely protective of his daughter and also quietly proud of how his ragtag family had come together, in spite of the violence, the chaos, and the unspoken tension that had once ruled their lives. His dark eyes tracked Sira as she giggled, her tiny hands reaching up for Jinx, who was already spinning her around with a wide grin plastered across her face.

"Jinx," Silco called out sharply, his voice laced with concern as his eyes narrowed. "Careful with her."

Jinx paused, looking over at Silco with mock innocence, but the mischievous glint in her eyes gave away her feigned innocence. "Oh, come on! She loves it," she teased, giving Sira one more quick spin before looking back at Silco.

Silco stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in, and he held up a hand, his voice suddenly stern. "That’s enough, Jinx." He moved closer to Sira, his eyes softening as he took her from Jinx’s arms. "She’s still too little for that much, alright?"

Jinx raised her hands in mock surrender but couldn’t hide the grin that tugged at her lips. "Alright, alright. You’re such a softie, Silco."

Silco didn’t respond at first, his gaze lingering on his daughter’s small, trusting face as she nestled into his chest, her little hands clinging to him. The sound of Sira’s laughter, light and full of joy, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. It was a reminder that, no matter how dark the world could get, there was still something pure—something worth protecting.

But now? Now, there was something more—something worth fighting for, worth living for. And that something was standing there, in the form of their daughter, who would one day inherit both their legacies, and who would grow up to be as formidable as her parents. Silco, who had always been a man of control, found himself utterly undone by the sight of his daughter smiling up at him. Her little hands reached for him, and his heart stuttered in his chest. This was no longer just about power and survival.

"Daddy," Sira whispered, her voice small and sweet, yet full of certainty as she held her arms out to him.

Silco’s expression softened, his usual cold mask slipping for just a moment. He reached down, lifting his daughter into his arms with a tenderness that only those closest to him would ever witness. "What is it, Sira?" he asked, his voice lower than usual, almost as though he was afraid she might break if he spoke too loudly.

Sira rested her head against his shoulder, her tiny fingers tracing the dark tattoos that marked his skin. "Love you, Daddy," she murmured, her words simple yet full of meaning.

His breath caught in his throat. Silco, the man who had controlled entire factions, who had torn through his enemies without hesitation, now found himself speechless, overcome by a feeling he had never quite understood until now. In Sira’s smile, in the way she clung to him as though he was her entire world, he realised that he wasn’t just a ruler. He was a father.

Y/N, always by his side, watched with a sense of contentment. Her gaze flickered between Silco and their daughter, her heart swelling with pride and love. The journey that had brought them here, to this moment, hadn’t been easy. Their family had been forged from the harshest of circumstances. Yet somehow, in spite of it all, they had found each other and built something stronger than anything Silco had ever set out to create.

"She’s growing up so fast," Y/N said softly, her voice full of affection as she approached, her hand brushing against Silco’s. "Can’t believe how much she’s learned already. She's just like you, Silco. Strong, determined, and fearless."

Silco’s expression darkened slightly at the thought of their daughter inheriting his dangerous traits. "I’d rather she take after you," he muttered, though the hint of affection in his tone was impossible to miss.

Y/N chuckled, her eyes filled with warmth. "Oh, I’m sure she will. She already has your wit. But she also has something more—something that neither of us can control." She smiled up at him, her hand slipping into his, a silent bond that spoke volumes between them.

The two stood there, side by side, with Sira nestled between them.

"You know," Y/N continued, her voice teasing now, "I used to think we would never get this moment. That everything would be consumed by the shadows we’ve built our lives in. But Sira, she’s proof that we can have more than just the fight. She’s proof that we can still live, Silco."

Silco looked down at their daughter, the quiet strength and warmth in her tiny form overwhelming him. The empire he had built, the countless battles he had fought—none of that mattered in the face of this small, innocent life that he and Y/N had brought into the world.

In the silence that followed, a rare peace settled between them. Silco, ever the calculating strategist, found himself no longer concerned with his empire. The life he had created with Y/N and Sira, with Jinx now fully integrated into their strange family, was more than any territory or wealth could ever offer.

And as the years went on, Y/N and Silco knew that no matter what the future held, they had built something unbreakable—a family united by blood, by choice, and by love. A family that, for once, wasn’t just about survival, but about living.

"She’s going to be a force," Jinx remarked from the background, watching as Sira tugged on Silco’s sleeve, her eyes bright with mischief. "Just like her parents." The words were both a promise and a challenge.

Silco glanced back at Jinx, his lips curving in a faint smile. "She’s already a force, Jinx. But she will also be something greater than either of us could ever have imagined."

Y/N nodded, leaning into Silco as Sira reached up once more, her tiny hands brushing against her parents. "Together, we’ve built this. And together, we’ll see it grow."

Sira’s smile was the brightest thing in the room, her hand reaching for Jinx, who immediately scooped her up and spun her around once again. The laughter that followed was full of life, full of love, and Silco found himself finally able to admit, for the first time, that this—this was the future he had always wanted.

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coolmaycroft · 6 hours ago

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Recently I've seen discourse about how the Emo scene was a sort of subersive movement for sexuality and progressive identities, and that it was very progressive compared to today's climate.

Now, because I love memes:

What I remeber about Emo/Scene kids (as in my co-gens and me, since we were kids at the time) was very similar to what @homunculus-argument said:

My generation were assholes about this.

Emo/Scene kids got the most flack and bullying for a good 1.5 - 2 years. Everyone was against them; goths, metalheads, punks. Not just the Jocks and hip-hops, and whatever other urban fashions were in your country. The very Alt scene turned on them as soon as they started to gain notoriety. They called them "posers" because they weren't "tough" like the Goths or the Punks. My chemical Romance used to be called a "band for faggots". Gerard way himself disavowed any connection to the aesthetic.

People in my country had brawls where other urban tribes got into street fights with Emo/Scene kids. I was was friends with them and one day a bunch of other kids got to the town square and started to beat everyone sporting a one-eyed bob and hair extensions. A fricken ambulance had to show up.

Now, form my experience, it was mostly about fashion and music.

I've no problem with gen Zs and Alphas getting into the aesthetic but I just want to make very clear that most of the Emo movement was more about how you dressed and what you listened. Yes there was a slight discourse about breaking traditional gender conventions, boys being femenine, non-cishet relationships, but it was very mild. I got to see Emo friends say homophobic slurs, I saw them throw shade at fat people that couldn't pull the look. I never dared to pull the look because I had to wear glasses and have curly hair. We were not what you'd call "progressive" by modern standards.

Again: We. Were. Assholes.

Mostly it was about defending bands like My Chemical Romance and Fallout Boy as real musicians, writing cringe poems to hot emo girls in myspace, performatively cutting your wrists, and cutting ties with friends because you used to be Goth or a metalhead and suddenly wanted to listen to Panic at the Disco and use hair extensions.

If all this sounds shallow it's because it was.

Like yeah Boomers were conformist, and Gen Xrs were apathetic but my generation was overly concerned with an "identity" that was based on clothes and music and very mild subversion to cultural norms. Gay Emos, Bi Emos were rare. As rare as they were in other social groups. We were teens, we did a lot of stupid things thinking we were disrupting society. We were cringe like all people in their youth.

This is why I hate when people my age throw shade at kids these days. Like, my generation beat up other kids for the music they listened to or for wearing tight jeans. I'm sorry but that ranks worse on the list than annoying challenges and watching brainrot.

Gen Zs and Alphas were able to take the alt aesthetic and mix it all in a more friendly way. Nowdays you can wear goth clothes and listen to ska, reggaeton, watch star wars, anime. Back then if you were Punk and you got caught listening to metal you were labeled a poser, people would cut ties with you. We were that shallow.

You kids are doing alright.

I was 16 in 2010, I was there when the emo subculture first went mainstream, not even as a trendy thing to be, as much as a trendy thing to make fun of. And since kids who were born in 2010 are like 15 now, let me tell you you have no idea how legit fucking mean that shit was. Like making fun of kids who were just trying to be real, expressing themselves, dressing in ways that challenge gender roles, being bisexual and being open about being upset about being hated over just trying to be themselves in the best way they knew how. And people were like "lmao kill yourself faggot" over it.

Back then I would've never had the balls to do anything that anyone else would've called cringe, but sitting here right now procrastinating re-painting my nails (black chips so easily), I'm just thinking back like good grief, what a fucked up time that was.

#emo scene #millennials #gen z culture #gen z #scene emo #gen alpha #generational divide #generational differences

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magical-reid · 3 days ago

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A New Hope

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Popular!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: After Stiles unexpectedly scores the game-winning goal in a crucial lacrosse match, his reputation at school shifts, and your friends start pushing you toward him as a potential date. What starts as a reluctant agreement leads to a surprisingly fun evening, where you discover Stiles' sweet, genuine side, and before you know it, you're seriously considering a second date with the awkward yet endearing boy.

The roar of the Beacon Hills High crowd was deafening, the stands alive with the kind of energy only a last-minute victory could bring. The lacrosse team had done the impossible—beating Devenford Prep in the final seconds. But the biggest shock of the night wasn’t the win.

It was who had secured it.

Stiles Stilinski.

The guy who spent more time warming the bench than actually playing had somehow been in the right place at the right time, scoring the game-winning goal. As the team hoisted him onto their shoulders and the crowd erupted in cheers, you stood on the sidelines with your friends, more baffled than anything else.

“Stiles Stilinski?” you muttered under your breath. “Seriously?”

But over the next few days, the school seemed to be collectively rewriting its perception of him. Suddenly, he wasn’t just the “weird” kid who couldn’t stop talking or tripping over his own feet. He was the underdog hero, the quirky player who’d saved the day.

That was how you found yourself sitting at your usual lunch table, staring blankly at Lydia Martin as she grinned at you like she’d just hatched a foolproof plan.

“Okay, hear me out,” Lydia began, leaning forward conspiratorially. “You and Stiles. It’s perfect.”

You blinked, fork hovering over your salad. “Come again?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Lydia said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “You and Stiles. A date. Trust me—it’ll be fun.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “Lydia, he’s… not really my type.”

Lydia’s grin didn’t falter for a second. “You don’t have a type. And Stiles is sweet. Funny. Smart.”

“And kind of adorable,” Allison chimed in, smiling. “In that awkward-but-endearing way.”

“He’s also the weird kid who used to do that thing with the Jello during lunch,” you reminded them, raising an eyebrow.

Lydia waved a dismissive hand. “That was, like, freshman year. He’s changed. And honestly? You need someone who’ll actually treat you well. Stiles is exactly that kind of guy.”

“And if I say no?” you challenged, though your tone lacked conviction.

“Then I’ll remind you that I covered for you during that Chem lab incident,” Lydia said sweetly, her smile sharp. “Remember?”

You sighed. “Fine. One date. One.”

The day of the date came faster than you’d expected, and before you knew it, Stiles was pulling into your driveway in his blue Jeep. You hesitated before climbing in, giving yourself a mental pep talk. This was just a group hangout. You could survive one night.

“Uh, hi,” Stiles greeted when you got in, his nervous smile immediately betraying how much this meant to him. “You, uh… you look really nice.”

“Thanks,” you replied, startled by the sincerity in his tone.

The drive to the diner was mostly quiet, though Stiles kept stealing glances at you like he couldn’t believe you were there. When you arrived, the rest of the group was already waiting at a booth near the back.

“Hey, you two!” Lydia greeted cheerfully, sliding over to make room.

You took the seat next to her, and Stiles sat across from you, flanked by Scott and Jackson. It wasn’t long before the group began its obvious—and borderline embarrassing—campaign to talk Stiles up.

“He’s basically the reason we won the game,” Scott said casually, nudging Stiles with his elbow.

“Not to mention he’s got this, like, weird savant thing with math,” Allison added.

“And he’s surprisingly good at trivia,” Lydia said. “He’s the reason we didn’t lose that trivia night at Jungle.”

Stiles was practically squirming in his seat, his cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and embarrassment. You leaned back, taking it all in with a raised eyebrow. “You guys are really going all in on this, huh?”

Lydia grinned. “Just trying to make sure you know what a catch he is.”

For his part, Stiles seemed determined to live up to their praise. He opened every door for you, pulled out your chair before you could even reach for it, and insisted on paying for your milkshake—despite your protests.

“You really don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said firmly, holding his ground. “It’s… I don’t know. The right thing to do?”

His earnestness caught you off guard. Most guys you hung out with didn’t bother with stuff like this, let alone insist on it.

At some point during the night, Lydia grabbed your arm and dragged you toward the bathroom, Allison and another girl following close behind.

“So?” Lydia asked the moment the door shut. “What do you think?”

You crossed your arms, shrugging like it was no big deal. “What do I think about what?”

“About Stiles,” Allison clarified, leaning against the counter. “You’re, like, actually having fun, right?”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t lie,” Lydia interrupted. “You were smiling when he told that ridiculous story about Scott falling off the roof. And you’ve been laughing at his jokes.”

“I smile all the time,” you argued weakly, though the flush in your cheeks betrayed you.

“Not like this,” Lydia said knowingly. “You like him, don’t you?”

“I—” You hesitated, looking between the girls as they stared you down. “He’s… different. I didn’t expect this.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

You bit your lip, unable to answer.

Back at the table, Stiles was in the middle of an animated Star Wars discussion with Scott and Jackson.

“And, like, there’s no way anyone can say Greedo shot first. It’s just—”

“Actually,” you interrupted, your voice cutting through the chatter, “the debate exists because Lucas changed it in the Special Edition. In the original 1977 release, Han shot first. That’s why people were so mad.”

The table went silent.

Every head turned toward you, and Stiles stared at you like you’d just solved the world’s greatest mystery.

“You… know that?” he asked, his voice almost reverent.

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite the attention. “What? Just because I don’t wear a Star Wars shirt doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff.”

Stiles blinked, then blurted out, “Marry me.”

The table erupted into laughter, but you couldn’t stop looking at him—or the way his face lit up when you smiled back.

“Maybe ask me on a second date first,” you teased.

The grin that spread across his face made it clear: he absolutely would.

Part 2

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00valentina-writes00 · 2 days ago

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✞⛧ Restless Hearts & Midnight Comforts ✞⛧

Warnings: Mentions of exhaustion, brief allusions to intimacy, soft fluff.

Word count: 700

You’re sprawled on the couch, your head leaning against Vi’s shoulder, her scent—a mix of faint lavender and the leather of her jacket—wrapping around you like a blanket. Her fingers trace absentmindedly over the back of your hand, her touch grounding, familiar. The weight of the day clings to you like a fog, the exhaustion settling deep into your bones, but Vi’s presence is like a warm light cutting through it, steady and reassuring.

She shifts slightly, her thigh pressing against yours, and her free hand slides up your arm with featherlight touches. Her lips curve into that signature smirk, the one that always sends a flutter through your chest. Her voice drops to that playful, teasing tone that makes your heart skip. “So… what do you say we make tonight a little more fun?” Her words are accompanied by a soft kiss pressed to your temple, lingering just enough to make you bite your lip.

You hesitate, your cheeks warming under her attention. The idea is tempting—her touch always is—but the exhaustion buzzing through your limbs wins out. “Vi, I… I’m so tired,” you admit softly, your voice carrying a tinge of guilt. “Work was brutal, and I don’t think I have the energy for that tonight.”

Her hand pauses for a moment, and you feel a twinge of nervousness, glancing up at her through tired eyes. But when you meet her gaze, all you find is warmth, her features softening in that way she reserves just for you. Her brows relax, and the teasing edge melts into something gentler, more tender. “Hey,” she says, voice low and soothing, “no big deal.” She leans back, adjusting her position so you’re more snugly tucked into her side. “We’ve got all the time in the world for fun, babe. You’re tired—I get it.”

The relief you feel is almost instant, like a knot in your chest unraveling. You sink further into her, letting the strength of her arm around you hold you together. “Thanks for understanding,” you murmur, your voice muffled against her shoulder.

Vi grins, grabbing the remote and flashing you a wink. “Well, since we’re being boring tonight, let’s at least make it interesting. What are we watching?”

“Criminal Minds?” you suggest, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Her face lights up like a kid at Christmas. “Oh, hell yeah,” she says, already navigating to an episode. She looks down at you, her expression softening again, and she brushes a strand of hair from your face. “You’re cute when you’re all tired, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, though you can’t fight the blush creeping up your cheeks. “You’re impossible,” you reply, but the warmth in your tone betrays the fondness behind the words.

As the episode begins, you rest your head fully against her chest, the steady thrum of her heartbeat soothing. Her hand resumes its lazy patterns on your arm, her calloused fingers gentle and careful as if she knows exactly how fragile you feel tonight. The flickering light from the TV casts soft shadows across the room, and the sound of the BAU agents fills the comfortable silence.

“You know,” Vi starts, her voice low but amused, “if I was on their team, these criminals wouldn’t last five minutes. I’d have them confessing in record time.”

You let out a sleepy laugh, your lips brushing against her collarbone. “What, just intimidate them into submission?”

“Exactly,” she replies smugly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Stick with me, and no one’s messing with us.”

You hum in contentment, the combination of her warmth, her heartbeat, and the soft rasp of her voice lulling you into a calm you didn’t think possible after the day you’d had. Every so often, she whispers comments about the episode—how she’d take someone down, how she’d totally win an arm-wrestling match against Derek Morgan—and you chuckle softly, her voice like a balm against your fatigue.

And as her arm tightens slightly around you, her thumb brushing rhythmic circles on your shoulder, you let your eyes drift shut. Safe, loved, and completely at peace, you can’t help but think that this—laying on the couch with her, watching TV and existing in her presence—is better than anything else you could have asked for tonight.

#arcane #arcane x reader #vi x y/n #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi imagines #vi league of legends #vi headcanons #violet arcane #vi x you #arcane x female reader #arcane drabbles #fanfic arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane x y/n #arcane x you

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daffydilled · 2 days ago

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On using the Robins

Alright, I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but DC? We gotta talk about the Robins and how they're used. For a company and comic universe with a truly spectacular willingness to explore every possible avenue of a character, if you want to really get to the point of Batman, we're going to need Robins used consistently across media and we're going to need the right ones used.

Why? TL;DR: the Robin you use tells us a hell of a lot about the Batman you're using. If you're going to keep using Batman in everything, we're going to need Robins. And they need to be the right ones. Using the wrong Robin is destroying live action DC adaptations.

Believe it or not, this whole rant started with me playing Gotham Knights on my PS5. Normally, anything that distinguishes between Robins and puts them interacting with others is pretty damn good to go in my book. It's not exactly common, after all. But I got about 15 hours into it and realized what was bugging me so much: it uses the wrong Robins.

Let me clarify. Nightwing and Red Hood are nearly perfect. They're exactly where they need to be. But if that game let Tim Drake detect in the role filled by Batgirl, let Batgirl be Oracle, and put Damian Wayne into the 'young Robin finding his wings' role that Tim plays, the story would have been far more cohesive. Why? Because I would have bought the final word Bruce tells them far more and I would have bought Talia's involvement as well.

This particular Bruce Wayne is an older Batman, one comfortable removing himself from the cause and passing it on to the rest of his family. The balance of Robins (and the misuse of Batgirl) upsets this. This isn't a team that is ready for that step yet, and Bruce in-game would know that. One can argue that's part of the tragedy of it, but the weight of the dynamic is still lopsided. The game feels unbalanced. If a story is going to rest on proteges and inheritors, I need to buy their ability to take over for Batman, and I don't. (And don't get me started on the misuse of Babs in this game. That woman has her own team, her own struggle!

Batman v Superman pokes me too. It's the lack of a Robin in these, though, that really grind my gears. That is a violent, brutal Batman that has fallen so far into 'The Mission's' ass, I kept expecting to see a suited memorial to a dead kid in his batcave and an extremely stubborn thirteen-year old stopping him from breaking a Kryptonian's face open before the dread "Save Martha" can be said.

That is a Batman that screams I just lost my son. He is so angry and bitter and walks around with an armory for a suit. That's a perfectly acceptable Batman to explore, when paired with the context of Jason Todd. Otherwise, it just reads like they made the movie gritty for the sake of being gritty and missed out on piles of nuance for both the heroes.

Frankly, a Batman grieving Jason Todd and a Superman processing the arrival of a cloned version of him mixed with Luthor's DNA would go miles to explaining the mental states of both these guys, but nobody bothered to do that, so I'm just bitter.

One of the oddest mix-ups of Robins I've ever seen has absolutely nothing to do with Batman. It's from Birds of Prey or The Fabulous Emancipation of Harley Quinn, where somehow Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd pre-pit get fused into one character and named Cassandra Cain. That is. Odd. I don't even really know how to address it, but I'm going to try.

Fact one: Steph would have been a perfect kid for Harley to meet in that movie. She's whip-smart, tough as nails, survived having a supervillain for a dad, and could, in the right light, even look a bit like Harley. There's this great potential there for her to remind Harley of a younger version of herself before the Joker got to her and wouldn't have messed with the vibes Birds of Prey was going for at all.

Fact two: Jason Todd also wouldn't have been too odd of a fit, especially if this was happening in a world where he did manage to jack the tires. He's immediately recognizable to the fans, though, which I do think would have pulled focus from the Birds in that movie.

Fact three: That was not Cassandra Cain and it was frankly a bit of an insult to her character to name that character Cassandra Cain. That's a rant for another time though.

Why mention it now? It's indicative of the greater issue DC has with adapting its characters to screen. Namely the issue to actually adapt the characters at all and not turn them into some weird Frankenstein'd versions of themselves. There's no Batman in Birds of Prey, but the world he'd inhabit is. And that world, based on our poor scrambled egg mess of Robins, is a disaster.

I think it's important for DC to remember they are adapting comics here, and those comics do not shy away from using Robins in them. Even in the most bat-shit (pun not intended) alternate universes where there's Cthulhu Batman or Edwardian Batman or White Knight Batman, the Robins are there.

How they're living and dying in those universes is one of the reliable ways to judge things like tone, narrative priorities, and themes. There's nothing wrong with trying a few different version of Batman, but Batman without Robin doesn't work long-term. It hasn't before and it will continue to fail if DC, in their adaptations, don't get a handle on their universes' scale. After all, the heroes only work if they have people to pass the work onto.

#batman #dc #dc comics #robin #dc robin #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #damian wayne #gotham knights #daffy dallys in meta

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asooffa · 3 days ago

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how did you come up with your designs for the ninja? they're some of the coolest ive seen in this fandom!

LONG POST INCOMING‼️‼️‼️

thanks for liking my designs!! honestly it took me a solid bit to make them look like the vision in my head and are NOT professional by any means,, but such is life

im putting more individual notes and explanations under the cut because i like yapping 👇

GENERALLY SPEAKING i wanted my ninja designs to feel slightly more traditional than they tend to lean in canon (s11 gis were my main point of reference). so most of my inspo draws from different culturally historical garmets and patterns. obviously i break a few rules and mash some things together.. but i wanted all of their silhouettes to be consistent as a team with room for individuality. the sashes, symbols and uniform shape were the most important for me to have across all ninja. i also wanted half the ninja to use gold and half to use silver as their accent metal. it feels less repetitive that way but is subtle enough to not make it the main focus? (if that makes sense) jay and lloyd also use more browns/leather than their respective metals for that added variation.

ok now i can talk about each ninja on their own

kai - POINTY. he has to be pointy but in a charismatic way and not a scary way. lots of gold accents to make it flashy without having to introduce a whole other color. short sleeves because he probably needs the breathability, same for his pants being a different material. i hc him and nya as thai so that's where i drew the siamese warrior influences from. also it incorporates more metal and he's a blacksmith

nya - her design reflects more in her samurai x days with SOME of the same influences as kai, and is a lot more symmetrical compared to the others because of that. so she gets samurai styled armor and surcoat. i absolutely MISS when they used red as an accent color for her so i kept that. her shape is more hourglass only because of how broad her clothes make her shoulders. kept her sleeves loose because i feel like that reflects flowing water better??? idk it looked good lmao

lloyd - he's THE mascot ninja so obv he has to have the most traditional shinobi silhouette. but i wanted to reflect on his half dragon and half oni situation by giving him a ton of asymmetry? so his shirt is color blocked to be a light and dark green, one sleeve is longer than the other, and i like the hc of him having a messed up arm 💀. idk what specifically but something about him gives the smallest bit of high fantasy too because that fits together in my head.

cole - im very biased when it comes to him so oops.. he's also got a lot of asymmetry going on but i tried to balance it out by placing the details on different levels, mostly using a mix of traditional seasian patterns. the beads are a must. i love the beads they've stayed on him since 2021. no sleeves and open chest because we need to be able to see his earth punch/spinjitzu burst ability and i do NOT wanna try and draw that on fabric. even with the *lack* of fabric, i still kept the fit of his clothes baggy so he can move around comfortably. big guy needs big clothes

jay - ok i hate this guy (im kidding). but because of his upbringing in a junkyard I wanted to kind of give off that same mismatched energy in his clothes. pure loser core. that's where you get details like the pins, the bandana, the stupid shorts over his pants, etc. he's clashing modernity with tradition in a way that still keeps his design harmonized with the whole team. he has to look a bit all over the place or else he doesn't look like himself imo.

zane - inspo came from tang dynasty armor mixed with traditional japanese shapes.. idk it seemed to have the same sort of power in elegance i associate with him and how he fights. his clothes are the longest and most modest out of all of the team, mostly to accentuate his height. still, its practical enough to protect him and hes still able to move with little restrictions because of the loose fit. he also gets purple as an accent color!! because cool tones.

in conclusion it was mostly **very shallow** research and trying to get in the mindset of what they would put out of preference and function,,, maybe i blacked out during the whole thing,, who knows,,,,

#my art #ninjago #lego ninjago #sorry for the long rant #it might happen again #because i think too much #I HAD TO EDIT IT BECAUSE TUMBLR MOBILE SUCKS SORRY #THE POST CUT IS REAL DONT WORRY

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dronebiscuitbat · 3 days ago

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 109)

Uzi flies down the hallway to her parents apartment, literally flies. Over the heads of the people walking to wherever they were going and lands in front of their door just to get it open just a millisecond faster.

Khan’s drinking coolant and nearly jumps out of his casing when his daughter all but falls into the apartment at light speed.

“We need to go. Now!” She shouts, eyes hollow and limbs shaking and breathing so heavy she may as well be in labor all over again-

Khan blinks. “Yes. We know… the shuttle leaves in-”

“No! Not a few days, not even one. Now!” Her voice gets higher, more desperate.

Khan looks at her blankly before she growls in frustration and actually thinks to raise her hand, use the solver and put down a hologram of what she just saw with her own eyes.

N comes out of the bedroom with Bishop just in time to see thier doom splay out on the floor in front of him. His eyelights hollowing and his hold on Bishop becoming protective.

Khan's mouth stays hung open before he's near throwing himself to his phone to make a frantic call.

N throws himself at Uzi for a hug, their two children in the middle between them, Bishop squeaking in confusion and Tera…

Tera was dead still inside her pouch, the only indication she was there was the rise and fall of her breathing.

N pulled back.

“It's gonna be okay. Everything's ready! We can just go!” He reassured, “Where's your mom, we can find her and group up with everyone at the front door!”

Uzi's oil went cold.

“She's not here?”

N raised an eyebrow. “No. She told us she was going to find you.”

Uzi replied in a semi more panicked tone. “She told me she was coming here to help Dad pack.”

“Huh? I finished packing almost a week ago.” Khan piped into the conversation, furrowing his brow. “Nori knows I always…” he trails off. “Prepack.”

Uzi looks at him, finding his face a mix of worried and devastated. “Dad?”

He's looking at the suitcase the navy blue suitcase he had filled before Nori even returned. He went towards it and unzipped it.

Untouched.

“She didnt pack.” Khan says stiffly. “She was always picky about what we packed for any trip and she didn't even look…” He stands, a weird form of determination on his face. “We need to find her.”

“What are you-”

There's a bloodcurdling scream from the hallway, which seems to trigger several others as drone feet begin to stampede through the halls.

The three adults look at each other, the eldest opens the door and…

There's oil spilled in the hallway, a drone without a head spread eagle out onto the floor, footprints in the surrounding puddle from people running to get away.

“RUN! She's gone-!” A drone running past gets lifted up into the air with purple solver by thier neck, in a split second thier body folds backwards, snapping them in half as they screamed.

…

The rot was in the bunker, it was spreading so fast it was hard to keep up with, black tendrils snaking across the floor, the walls like feelers from a giant octopus. The Doorman family could only look on in horror as another drone got grabbed by one and cried for mercy as it grew up their leg and over their spine, consuming them utterly.

N stepped forward and began to torch the growths, handing Bishop off too Khan as he burnt away the blackened tendrils, making what seemed like the whole bunker shake and scream in agony.

The Uzi looked past him, past the drones still being digested and wriggling from beneth the wall of flesh, and stared at where she knew it was coming from…

Doll's old room.

“Son! Don't bother! Just run to the shuttle!” Khan called out to him, but Uzi shook her head. “No! Make a way towards Doll's room!”

“Dad. Run to the shuttle. Take the kids with you.” She grabbed the pouch with Tera inside and put it in Khan’s free hand. “if we're not back in ten minutes… leave without us.”

N listens without question. Khan stands dumbfounded for a moment. “What about you!?”

“We'll be right behind you! We're buying time for everyone else to get out! Go!” Uzi shouted, flashing her father a fleeting last look before he stumbled backwards and ran- holding both his grandchildren tightly.

N carves the path quickly, charing the wall and every surface the flames touched. Uzi climbs on his back to make separation impossible.

“W-why are we doing this again!?”

His question is answered by their arrival to Doll's now open room, tendrils spilling out so rapidly it was hard to keep up with. Uzi raised her hand and began to help slice through with the solver and-

And…

And inside the God forsaken room, in the center. Attached to the growth from the back and arms and… everywhere. Was Nori Doorman.

Or what used to be Nori Doorman.

It turns. Tendrils all stopping at once. The body it inhabits is near limp, more dragging itself along then anything.

N stares and trembles, holding the tip of his flamethrower up and aimed and absolutely ready.

“U-Uzi-i!” Her mother's voice skips, warps and repeats. “Uzi.”

“You didn't ha-have to see this.” The hologram displaying the finer details of her mother's body falls. In it's place is a grotesque mass of spindly legs, tendrils and claws, many cameras working as eyes.

“You cou-uld have died t-thinking your family was ba-ack together again- oh well.” Her mother's voice fades out, and is replaced by monotone and robotic, limbs twitching and lurching.

N breaks into a horrified expression. “Cyn…?”

“Hi! B-Big Brother.” It replies. “M-my first host! H-how nostalgic. Hand Clap.”

“What…”

“Oh!” it sounds excited. “Allow m-me to. Detangle those, c-crossed wires. Giggle.”

“I have been. U-Underground, for y-y-years, matter collecting. To con-consume the planet. Smiley Face.”

Uzi closes her eyes as her heart breaks for her mother all over again. It wasn't real, none of it was real, just a trick to get into the bunker… to get close.

“We all came h-here t-t-together. Remember?”

N furrowed his brow before memories hit him like a runaway bus. Stress lines appearing on his visor.

The pods. They were all locked inside the pods, rows and rows of them, he remembered looking at V, at J, both offline, strapped in thier seats the same way he was.

He turned his head, looking out the pod window…

“W-Whoops.” Said Cyn, Master. “Early B-Bird.” Master opened the door and paused, hovering over a button that was strapped to his chest.

“Hmmmm. Non-issue. You are just- E-E-Eager Beaver.” If it could smile it would be. “Good Boy.”

It patted his head. He had a smile on his face. Why was he smiling….?

“I will be right behind you. C-clear the way. B-Buddy.” It flicked a switch and they were suddenly hurtling down- his memory fuzzy from there.

The memory ends. And he's looking at Master It. Again.

“Good Boy.” It repeats. “So eager to please.”

N growled, anger displaying on his face.

“Why my mom! Why do- any of this!?” Uzi shouted, stepping in front of end with a similar look of rage.

“Old Hosts are e-easier to… e-emulate.” It replies and then seems to make a shrugging motion. “Boredom.”

“Just like this. C-Conversation.” It prattled out… and just like that, the tendrils began to spread again. “Bye-Bye.”

N immediately bathed the room in fire, blasting until his chassis was nearly as hot, Uzi grabbed his other hand and began to sprint.

“L-Let's just go! We're out of time!” She screams, tear in her eye and panic everywhere in her voice… the planet begins to shake, the walls cracking, letting in even more flesh into the bunker.

N looks at her, hard and aggressive face falling into soft and he grabs her and flies as fast as he possibly could.

They ignore the screaming of the drones that didn't make it in time…

…

Khan sprints towards the open ship door, 300 or so drones having already made it. V's standing at attention, keeping the growth as far away from the shuttle as she can.

The hoard is upon them, banging against the fence, scrambling over top each other to try and climb it, V's burning them in piles, but that just allows the the climb higher.

“Khan! Get in we gotta go!” V shouts. Another torrent of flame leaving the end of her arm.

“N and Uzi are still in there!”

“What?!”

The ground rumbles and splits, black spilling out ofcthe ground as the planet begins to fold in on itself, both V and Khan have to catch themselves from falling.

“I-I!”

V has no time to respond. The pouch holding Tera suddenly splits in two, Tera falling out the bottom and landing directly onto ground.

“Shit! S…” Khan leans down to grab her and stops.

Her eyes are yellow, her entire body shuddering like she's having a seizure, a horrible digital warped screaming noise escaping her mouth, foamy oil coming up and filling her mouth and throat and the oil pooling around her.

Khan screams. V does too.

#murder drones #oil is thicker then blood #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #tera doorman #n and uzi

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overflowingteacupoflove · 20 hours ago

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Tid-bits ✎ this series includes mature content such as sensitive topics,substance abuse, sex, angst, and more. Read with that in mind.

Chapter 1 ✎ Pool House.

"You're just too much." Is the last thing your ex-boyfriend said before you're off, stumbling through the crowds of party goers, Sorority girls in short dresses, frat guys in snapbacks, random kids in bright clothes that hurt your eyes. The entire crowd smells like sweat and achohol, concoctions mixed in red solo cups, sloshing liquid out onto the grass. The smell of it burns your nose. You stumble into someone and their drink spills on the front of your dress, whatever it's old anyway and you don't even like dresses so you shouldn't really care.

"You're just too much." Is the only thing that plays in your head when you smack into the door of a small shed. When you open it you're hit with the scent of chlorine, mildew, and plastic. You tiptoe through the shed, through buckets filled with pool toys, towels that stink of mildew, and pool noodles thrown about on the floor. Almost slamming your head into the wall stepping on a pool noodle, the styrofoam of the neon green floating help, crunching and sliding out from under your sneakered feet, you gasp as you steady yourself.

"Fuck." You groan, sitting down on a threadbare couch. Tears are slipping down your face, slow and then faster until you can't stop them or wipe them away. Gosh you swear to yourself that you're never going to date again. "Too much? I'm not too much." You grumble to yourself. The sound of music is blasting "Bourgeoisieses" by Conan Gray playing from the cheap speakers you're sure some frat brother got from the Walmart 3 years ago because its mostly staticy. It drowns out your words.

The music gets louder and a flood of light comes in from the door as someone shoulders it open and in comes a fratboy, red snapback on his head and an oversized red and gray jersey looking shirt on his torso. He looks seriously confused when he turns around to see you, teary-eyed, snot dripping down your face, harsh breathes forcing through your lungs.

"Oh-shit I didnt know that someone- that you- I didnt know anyone was in here. I thought it was a bathroom" He says gently, like you're a wounded animal who you need to be gentle with or they'll lunge.

"I-I-Its's fi-fine." You stutter through sobs and gasps, wiping at your face with your hands. They get sticky from the snot and tears drying on your palm in the creases as you fist up your hand. The boy looks concerned, his eyebrows drawn together and a soft frown on his lips.

"You okay? You don't...I mean I don't mean to sound rude but you don't look okay." He says rather gently as he's tiptoeing around the clutter on the floor to get to you. He reaches you and barely puts his hand on your shoulder before you're hunched over and throwing up, all over his airforces. "Oh, okay. Okay, yep- uh-huh, let it all out." He grimaces, patting the back of your head as you sputter and cough, spitting off to the side. "I think its time to go back to your dorm, yeah? No more drinks, party girl."

"Did I throw up on y'shoes? m'sorry, dude. I'll- uhhh- buy ya new ones." You slur sitting up and wiping the back off your mouth with your sleeve. "Also I think I jus' pissed myself. Jus' a lil bit."

"Yeah well that's what happens when you throw up. Vomiting creates sudden stress on the opening of the bladder, leading to leakage." He explains while hauling you up to your feet and hooking an arm around your waist.

"Nerd." You huff as you lean on him, head on his shoulder. "Doctor in training." He corrects as he walks, and you stumble along beside him, out of the Pool House.

"But you're a fratboy?"

"That I am." He nods, stopping to mumble something to a friend of his before continuing to walk, practically dragging you now. "That sounds illegal." That makes him laugh and you smile at the small victory. "It's not, party girl. Trust me."

You walk in silence for a while until he reaches his car and helps you into the front seat, buckling you up, and making sure you don't fall over, before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. "Did you see me crying?" "Which dorm do you live in?" Your words overlap eachother and there's a bit of an awkward silence as you tell him which dorm house you live in and wait for the response to your question.

"Yeah, I did. What was it about?" You flush in embarrassment because this random doctor in training, fratboy, Jeep driver has seen you cry, throw up, and maybe pee yourself a little all in one night and you don't even know his name. "I don't wanna talk about it." You mumble, rubbing the tip of your nose with the knuckle of your finger.

"That's fine. I'm Chris by the way." Chris smiles at you before turning his gaze back to his phone to pull up the GPS and then start the car. "Y/N."

"Cool name, party girl." You smile softly, "Thanks."

You're back at your dorm, the car ride was mostly silent, random music playing low on the radio. You felt to awkward to try and say anything so you didn't, sitting with your hands wrung together or tugging at a loose string on your dress. Chris got you out of the car with some difficulty because your dress got caught on the arm rest of the seat and you tried to fix it yourself but only got yourself more tangled up. He had to hook an arm around your shoulder to hold you still while he fixed it Chris got it unhooked with a simple "See?" as he pulled it off the arm rest.

"We should take the stairs, it's way faster." You explain as you walk without Chris and only with minor difficulty because you're rather sobered up from the activities of the night. He shakes his head but follows anyway only to watch you take one step up the stairs and fall flat on your face. He winces and hauls you back up,checking for any injuries of anything, and then drags you to go take the elevator.

Once in your room he helps take off your shoes and get you into bed. "Hey, wait, wait. I needa get your number so I can buy you those shoes." You protest, grabbing Chris's arm, as he turns around. He turns back around with his brows furrowed and a frown gracing his lips. "You dont need to, I have more shoes." He reassures and pats your hand.

"Just give me your number, doctor fratboy." You sigh and reach around for your phone in the bag that's been thrown on the bed. He huff out a laugh at the nickname and types his number into your phone before handing it back to you. Chris watches as you giggle and type something, before closing your phone and letting go of his arm.

"Okay well text me in the morning, just a check up y'know. I'l talk to you later, party girl." You nod at his words before rolling over onto your side and closing your eyes. Chris, rubs your shoulder before he's reaching into his pocket and pulling out a granola bar, he's always prepared, and maybe he wanted a little snack, but he thinks you're going to need the snack more than he does.

He pulls the covers up over you and goes to the bathroom to place a trashcan by your bed, just incase. Then he leaves, turning off all the lights, except for the lamp by your bed, and closes the door behind him.

Lo's post-writing clarity-wagging my tail rn

#✎lo's scribbles༄.°#✎ pool house ·˚ ༘#˚loser!reader𓅫 #˚fratboy!chris𓅫 #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris blurb #chris fluff #chris x reader #christoper fluff #christopher sturniolo fluff #christoper sturniolo #christophersturniolo

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daddyscumslut20 · 2 days ago

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Hii thought I’d send in a request for fic! Not done this before ngl so sorry if this isn’t the best. I’ll be happy with whatever fic you make, The Kid At The Back doesn’t have many fics unfortunately (or maybe I’ve just read them all lol)

Kinks : size kink, breeding kink, maybe a lil degradation as well?

Character: Sol from The Kid at The Back x fem reader (reader can be white or black, maybe either? I’ll leave it up to you ^-^)

Plot : Reader hosts a house party, and they wear a quite revealing dress maybe? I’ll leave the rest up to you, have fun!

~ Naughty Girl ~

(Requested)

Genre: Smut💋

Sol Brugmansia X Fem Reader (mixed~black&white)

Sol (age 23) , Reader (age 21)

Warning ⚠️: Size kink , Degradation, Breeding Kink , rough

Plot: Reader host a house party during the weekend with your group of Collage friends, Deryl, Geo, Brittney, Jessie and your best friend Crowe along with your Boyfriend Sol and his Best friend Hyugo. Wanting to feel sexy for your party you decided to wear something revealing…

You thought it would be funny to piss off your boyfriend of two years.. by wearing a pink poster girl outfit. It was .. a bit revealing to say having to wear nipple pads to keep you nipples pads to match your (skin tone) skin. You knew he hated it, when other guys eyes you like they were ready to fuck you at any given moment…it pissed him off to the point he felt like he wanted to murder every guy in the party and you knew this , you knew about his crazy obsession with you, most times finding it hot how he would bear a guy to the brick of death with only his bare hands. And he knew that you knew .. he knew you were getting under his skin , the way you kept glancing at him , purposely leaning against Brittney, laughing at all the dumb jokes that Deryl made..Sol felt like his blood was on fire eyes watching your every move not listening to anything Hyugo was saying to him. The last straw for Sol was seeing you hug Crowe once he entered the party as his arms wrap around your waist pushing Sol to his boiling point. Now Fully on ignoring Hyugo as he walks toward you , pulling Crowe’s arms from around you before grabbing your hand yanking you upstairs towards your bedroom.

Now here you were , face presses against your silk sheets on your mattress, teary eyes locked on the mirror beside your bed…and there was Sol, eyes locked on the mirror watching with a sinister grin , his thick cock bullying at your cervix, his large hand holding yours behind your back keeping you from pushing him away cussing your back to arch more than it already was.

“S-Sol..” reader moans watery eyes looking at your boyfriend through the mirror , his hold on your wrist tighten, his red/orangish eyes darken as he looks back at you a dark chuckle passes his lips , as he licks his bottom lip, his tongue brushing over his lip rings as he looks at you

“I told you shut up ..didn’t I?” Sol ask his tone cold and amused , pounding inside you , your walls clench from the hard , whimpering seeing that he wasn’t going to slow down…if anything you were just pissing me off more

“You wanted to dress like a whore , so you’re being treated like one” Sol says voice deep , sweat dripping down his face, hair black green highlighted hair sticking to his forehead , his muscles flexing with each rough thrust he gave you. Feeling your walls tighen as your walls pulse … you were close and Sol knew it from the way you tried to squirm under his hold. Grinning as he pulls his still hard cock out of you causing you to whimper feeling empty , the knot that formed in your stomach slowly vanishing. He’s been torturing you for a hour now , not caring that the party was still on going downstairs,.. Hell he wanted them to hear you , to know that your all his , no one else and he wouldn’t mind killing someone if he had to …maybe he’ll sweet enough to let them watch before he killed them.

“I told you …you’re not allowed to cum until I say so”Sol says with a chuckle , letting go of your hands as he turns you on your back . Hearing you whimper as you looks at up at his tall frame towering over you. Grabbing your ankles in a hold , pulling you closer towards him as his eyes never leaving yours. Spreading your legs as he looks down at your glistening pussy , a smirk on his pierced lips as he puts your legs over his shoulder. His hand grips your neck tight making sure your still able to breathe, leaning down as his hot breath fans against your ear

“I’ll breed you first…you can cum when I’m finished..” Sol whispers in your ear, that smirk still on his face eyes filled with lust and possessiveness , his cock throbs as it’s pressed against your entrance , making a shiver run down your spine , your eyes widen a bit shaking your head as you look at him with teary pleading eyes. His eyes glitter with cruelly , enjoying you wide eyed expression causing his cock to twitch.

“W-wait ..I’m sorry I won’t wear that anymore sol..” reader says voice cracking as tears run down your face , you hated when he did this .. it was like his sick amusement to see you like this.

“Take it like a good slut should..” Sol says with a dark chuckle , thrusting his hips forward , moaning as you feel his cock pounding into you once more , your walls tighten around him as he growls his face in your neck as he leave as few love bite.

“Sol …S-slow down” reader moans fresh tears streaming your face as you look at your boyfriend pleading for him to slow down just a little. Gasping as you feel his cock push deeper inside you , his cock head hitting your womb repeatedly your nails clawing at his back only causing a dark chuckle or leave past his lips.

“You can take it..” Sol says voice deep and possessive as fucks into you harder the bed frame slamming against the wall, the bed shakes from his violently thrust but he didn’t care , putting one of hand against the head board using the other to hold his weight up from you as he eyes stare down at you , removing one of your legs from his shoulder as he spread your leg more giving him more access to pound into you sensitive pussy. Letting go of your leg as he grips your hip, positioning his cock as he pounds into your sweet spot , a loud moan leaving past your lips as he grins wickedly at you

“Fuck ..you so tight..” Sol groans eyes rolled back slightly a grin on his face , feeling his cock twitch inside you .. he was close , looking down at yoh as his eyes lock on yours , moving his hips furiously, chasing his release. His large hand move from your hip slowly moving to your huge breast giving them a rough squeeze as you moan. Your nails slightly starch at his back from the brutal force from his cock , your walls clenching. Feeling your nails scratch at his back sends him over the edge . Groaning as your inner walls milk his cock. With a final thrust as he groans release his hot , thick streams of seed deep inside your womb, holding you in place by the hip with his hand causing you to shiver as you moan feeling his seed cover your walls.

“Shit…good girl keep your eyes on me”Sol groans his cock still hard as he pulls his hips back his cock slowly sliding out of you, keeping the tip of his cock inside you , looking down at you , moving your legs from his shoulders , wrapping them around his waist instead as he leans to kiss your tear stained cheek , your lips , before slowly moving to kiss your neck as you moan softly. Feeling his cock slowly move in and out of your pussy.

Sol’s red/orangish eyes darken, glistening in the dim light of your room, looking down at you. You’re eyes locking with his, lifting your legs as he hold them to your chest, slowly pulling his cock out a bit once more before slamming back into you hard , making your cry out in pleasure , hands gripping at the sheets beside you . The headboard hitting harder than before against the wall causing a huge dent to form. You’re mouth slowly falls open , not words becoming able to come out , eyes rolling to the back of you’re head , leaning down as Sol kisses you roughly, biting at your bottom lip. His thrust becomes forceful again, each one deliberately hitting your sweet spot , making you clench on his cock

“Stop clenching …” Sol groans whispering intro he kiss , his movements more violent now. Wrapping your arms around his neck , pulling him as close to you as possible

“T-To much.., Sol” reader moans louder , the room filling with the sounds of skins slapping against skin , the headboard hitting the wall , you’re moans zoning out the loud music that played downstairs. Gripping your hips in a hard hold to keep you in place against the mattress, pushing his cock deep ..real deep inside you’re womb, his cock bulges at the pit of your stomach causing his eyes to widen a wicked grin on his face as he sees the bulge in you lower belly, his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly with every thrust , making you moan and squirm in his hold. Amused watching you try or escape his hold , finding him to deep inside you. Spreading your legs wider as he hits your sweet spot mercilessly.

“T-TO ..DEEP SOL” reader moans eyes rolled to the back of you’re head , tightening around him as you feel a knot in the form in your lower belly. Ignoring your pleads , pounding into you harder. You’re legs starts to shake violently, leaning forward as Sol grips your throat not squeezing but possessive

“Shut the fuck up and take it.. you’re fine” Sol groans annoyed , looking at you as your tears fall. Felling the knot in you’re belly snap as you cum hard , you’re juices squirting out of you covering Sol and the bed sheets , Sol pauses eyes widen as he grins

“Fuck that’s hot..do it again” Sol says voice full of possession as he looks down at you making you shiver …you knew you’re be here all night

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chroniclesofskz · 3 days ago

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Waltz into my heart

Angst and love

Y/N has always been Felix's biggest supporter from the sidelines. But when she sees him overworking himself and ignoring his health, her concern turns into a passionate confession that reveals her hidden feelings. As they confront their emotions and the pressures of fame, Y/N and Felix embark on a journey of self-discovery, love, and the importance of balance. Will they find a way to nurture their dreams while embracing the love blossoming between them?

Y/N had been silently observing Felix from the sidelines for far too long. She admired everything about him—his infectious laughter, his carefree spirit, and his unwavering dedication to Stray Kids. But lately, her heart ached as she noticed him pushing himself to the brink. The late nights at the dance studio had shifted from passion to obsession, and the toll was evident in his tired eyes and now, increasingly in his movements.

More recently, concern had morphed into outright frustration. Felix frequently rubbed his lower back following the particularly strenuous dance routines, and she could see the struggle in his posture—the winces as he executed sharp moves, the way he collapsed onto the floor after practice, completely drained. It drove her mad that he ignored his own well-being, all in pursuit of perfection.

On a particularly late Friday night, Y/N finally reached her breaking point. She prepared a care package filled with his favorite snacks: a batch of rich, fudgy brownies, some homemade cookies, and two iced coffees sweetened just the way he liked them—she hoped this would provide the boost he desperately needed. As she assembled the items, determination fueled her every action. This was about more than just snacks; it was about confronting Felix’s reckless behavior directly.

After a quick drive to the dance studio, she hesitated outside the doors. The sound of music and rhythmic thumping echoed within, but enough was enough. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside.

The studio was dimly lit, the scent of sweat and determination filling the air. Felix was in the middle of a routine, his movements sharp but tinged with exhaustion. He paused, rubbing his lower back before continuing, and Y/N’s heart sank. The sight of him struggling ignited her frustration.

“Felix!” she called out, her voice stronger than she felt.

He paused mid-step, surprise flooding his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” she replied, trying to keep her tone steady despite the concern swirling inside her. “You’re pushing yourself way too hard! You need to eat and rest!”

“I’ll be fine,” he shrugged, brushing off her concern as if it were nothing. “I just want to get better. I can’t fall behind.”

Y/N’s frustration crested like a wave. “No, you need to listen!” she snapped, stepping closer. “You’re not fine! You’ve been working yourself to the bone! Look at you! You think this is okay? You keep ignoring your back pain—as if it’s nothing! This isn’t just about you or the group; it’s about your health!”

She watched as he crossed his arms, a defensive posture taking over. “I need to focus on my dance! I don’t have time for this!”

The anger bubbled over as her voice rose, a mix of concern and exasperation. “You don’t have time for a break? What, are you invincible? You’re acting like you’re going to be perfect just by overworking yourself! It’s stupid, Felix!”

As she spoke, she could feel the heat of her frustration flowing through her. How could he be so reckless? How could he care so little for his well-being? The tears of anger began to well in her eyes, and she wiped them away angrily. “I hate watching you like this! It breaks my heart to see you ruining yourself for some ideal someone imposed on you!”

Felix’s eyes softened at her rage, but he also hardened, his jaw clenching. “You don’t understand what it’s like! I can’t let anyone down. I just want to be the best for everyone… for you.”

The reality of how much he was struggling slapped her like a cold wave, the vulnerability in his eyes intermingling with her frustration. “No, Felix! You’re not letting anyone down by taking care of yourself! That’s not how love works; it’s not about being perfect or performing flawless dance moves! It’s about being healthy and present!”

His expression faltered for a moment, but stubbornness crept back in. “I’ll deal with it. I’m not weak!”

Y/N felt a sudden rush of emotion, the dam of her concerns breaking. “You’re not weak for wanting to rest! You’re weak for refusing to hear the people who care about you! You’re being reckless, and it’s driving me insane!”

With a mix of desperation and raw emotion, Y/N shouted through her tears, “I love you, Felix! Why can't you see that? I can’t just stand by while you destroy yourself!”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and damning. Felix, taken aback by her fervent confession, fell silent. An array of emotions danced across his features, confusion and realization intertwining.

Before he could process his thoughts, Y/N turned sharply, storming out of the studio, anger and

heartbreak propelling her forward. Each step felt like a release, the fury and sorrow battling fiercely within her as she exited the studio. The memory of Felix’s stubborn face haunted her, and she slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the hallway.

Felix stood paralyzed, shock coursing through him. How had they arrived at this point? The chaos of their emotions muddled his thoughts. He had never seen Y/N so passionate and upset, not about him. Her confession hung in the air like a bell tolling—loud, clear, and impossible to ignore.

Realization struck him hard, like a blow to the gut. Y/N didn’t just care about him; she loved him, and she was right. As he replayed her words, all the pieces fell into place—her worried glances, her soft touches, the way she always made time for him. It all made sense now, and the weight of his own stubbornness hit him like a wave.

“Y/N, wait!” he shouted, racing after her through the hallway. He sprinted, ignoring the soreness in his back, focused solely on catching up to her before she slipped away. He couldn’t let her go; he wouldn’t.

“Y/N, please!” he called again, the urgency in his voice ringing louder this time as he rounded the corner. His heart thudded in his chest, propelled by a mix of adrenaline and fear of losing her. “I need to talk to you!”

She paused, her back facing him as she took a deep breath, her shoulders trembling. “What’s there to say, Felix? You already made your choice, didn’t you?”

The hurt in her voice cut through him, and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. “No, that’s not true. I didn’t mean to push you away. I … I just didn’t know how to handle everything!”

Y/N slowly turned to face him, and the sight of her tear-streaked cheeks made his heart ache. “How can you not see what you’re doing to yourself? I can’t be okay with watching you push your limits while your health deteriorates. I care too much!”

“Y/N,” he said, desperation in his voice. “I care, too! I’ve cared for so long, and I was too scared to admit it.” He stepped closer, earnestness flooding him. “I didn’t want to complicate things between us, didn’t want to distract you from your own life. But now, I see how stupid I’ve been.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, and the air felt charged with tension. Y/N’s eyes searched his, looking for signs of sincerity amidst the turmoil. Felix took a few tentative steps closer, his heart racing as he closed the distance. “I love you, Y/N! I love you, and I’m terrified of losing you! I thought I was doing the right thing by working hard, but it feels empty without you by my side.”

She blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his admission. The anger she had felt began to fade as a wave of relief washed over her, but it was still mingled with frustration. “If you love me, then why can’t you just take care of yourself? You have to understand that I want you to thrive, not burn out.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry for all of it!” His voice broke slightly, suffused with emotion. “I promise I’ll do better. I’ll listen to you. I’ll take breaks. Just please, don’t walk away from me.”

As he watched her, the tears returned to Y/N’s eyes, this time spilling over with a different kind of urgency. Her heart clenched at the sight of him beneath the studio lights—the weariness, the uncertainty, the strength of his feelings suddenly laid bare. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel the tension melting away.

“Felix…” she murmured, her voice trembling as she took a deep breath. “I want to believe you. I really do.”

In that moment of vulnerability, a connection ignited, a magnetic pull that brought them closer. Felix stepped in front of her, cupping her face gently in his hands as he looked into her eyes with fierce devotion.

“I mean it, Y/N. I will prioritize us—I’m ready to let you in. Just promise me you’ll help me along the way.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. It was urgent and fervent, a collision of all the feelings they had kept bottled up for too long. The surprise of it made her weak in the knees, and she instinctively kissed him back, pouring everything she felt into the moment.

Felix’s hands cradled her face as they kissed, savoring the warmth and softness of her lips against his, brushing away the remnants of her tears with his thumb. Their kiss

deepened, filled with the passion they had both longed to express. Every ounce of emotion they had bottled up poured into that moment as they lost themselves in each other. Felix felt the warmth of her body close to his, and it calmed the storm within him.

He pulled away slightly to gaze into her eyes, both of them breathing heavily. “See? This is what I’ve been missing,” Felix said softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “You’re my light, Y/N. I’d be lost without you.”

Y/N’s heart soared at his words, and a smile broke through the remnants of her tears. “And I’d do anything to ensure you realize how wonderful you are, Felix. You’re not just a dancer; you’re so much more than that.”

He leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, a gesture filled with unspoken admiration. “Let’s do this together. I’ll take it slow, I promise.”

With newfound resolve, Y/N held onto his arms, feeling the warmth radiating from him. “We’ll take care of each other. And when the weight of the world feels too heavy, we’ll share it.”

“Exactly,” he replied, leaning down to capture her lips again in a softer kiss, a promise of their connection solidified in that contact.

Felix took a step back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, let’s eat those brownies before they start melting in the heat of this moment!”

Y/N laughed, a melodic sound that felt like music in the studio. “Only if you promise to split them with me!”

“Deal!” he winked, and they walked hand-in-hand to the nearby bench, the earlier tension replaced by an easiness that felt right.

As they settled down, Y/N opened the package, revealing the delectable treats she had prepared with care. She handed him a brownie, and when he took a bite, his eyes lit up with delight. “This is amazing! You’re the best,” he said, mouth half-full.

Y/N giggled, watching him enjoy the food. It was a simple, sweet moment, but it filled her heart with warmth. She joined him, savoring the taste of the brownies and the cookies, both comforting in their familiarity.

After they finished the snacks, Felix leaned back on his hands, propping himself up as he looked at her. “So, about taking care of myself…” he began, a playful smirk teasing the corners of his lips.

“Oh no, what is it?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, half-joking.

“I think it's time we put a limit on my practice hours and maybe incorporate more fun activities into my life,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “How about a dance party just for us? No crowds, no pressure—just you and me.”

Y/N’s heart raced at the thought, and she clapped her hands in excitement. “That sounds perfect! We can play our favorite songs and just dance—no judging, just fun!”

“Exactly!” he agreed, his excitement matching hers, then added with a cheeky smile, “And maybe we can add a few more snacks to the playlist too?”

She laughed, playfully shoving him. “You and your food! But yes, definitely. I’m all in if it means spending time with you.”

As they settled into a comfortable rhythm, Felix reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers effortlessly. “You’ve changed everything for me, Y/N. I don’t want to hide my feelings anymore, and I don’t want you to either. Let’s make this real.”

She felt the flutter of hope swell within her—a promise of a new beginning. “With you, I can be myself, Felix. Let’s be each other’s safe space.”

He nudged her shoulder playfully. “And maybe our dance floor ground zero,” he added with a grin, causing her to chuckle.

The atmosphere felt lighter now, filled with shared laughter and affections. They spent the rest of the evening dancing together, sometimes swaying to soft beats, other times breaking out into silly movements that made them both laugh uncontrollably.

In between their spontaneous dance breaks, they stole quick kisses and shared sweet whispers, building moments that felt like they were existing in their world. Each gesture—whether it was a laugh, a fleeting touch, or a whispered confession—felt like a step further into their newfound bond.

Later, as the evening winded down and the studio lights dimmed, Y/N turned to Felix, her heart warm with affection. “Thank you for letting me in—truly.”

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Thank you for not giving up on me. I’ll always listen to you from now on, I promise.”

Kissing her forehead softly, he smiled down at her—his fingers sliding through her hair as he tucked a loose strand behind her ear. Y/N looked up at

him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. The vulnerability between them felt almost magical, grounding them in a way they had never experienced before.

“Felix,” she started, her voice soft, “promise me you won’t overwork yourself again. I want you to be the incredible dancer you are, but I need you to prioritize your well-being too.”

He nodded earnestly, his eyes sincere as they bore into hers. “I promise, Y/N. I realize now that I need to find that balance—between ambition and taking care of myself. With you by my side, I feel like I can do that.”

“Good! I’ll be here to remind you whenever you need,” she affirmed, her heart dancing at the thought of supporting him in a healthier way.

Felix chuckled, leaning down to press a light kiss on her lips—a dance of warmth and sweetness that sent butterflies flying through her stomach. “And I’ll be here for you too, always.”

With the promise of a new dynamic between them established, Felix took her hand and led her to the center of the studio, where the floor felt welcoming beneath their feet. He started swaying gently, pulling her into a soft rhythm, and they moved together, almost as if they were the only two people in the world.

“Let’s dance our worries away,” he said, flashing her that charming smile that made her stomach flutter.

Y/N smiled back, her heart racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Okay! But only if you promise not to step on my toes!”

“I’ll do my best!” he laughed, his voice light and playful as he guided her in their silly little dance.

The music they shared hummed in the background, providing the perfect backdrop for their impromptu dance party. They swayed together, laughter bubbling up between them as they tried to imitate silly moves they saw in the dance videos—their hearts lightening, their spirits lifting.

As they danced, Felix would occasionally lift her off the ground, spinning her around as she squealed in both surprise and delight. His strength enveloped her, filling her heart with admiration and warmth. They were lost in their little world, where laughter echoed and joy reigned.

“Dance-offs?” she suggested playfully, a competitive glimmer in her eyes.

“Bring it on!” he challenged, and they fell into playful banter, each taking turns trying to outdo each other with silly and exaggerated dance moves.

As the night wore on, the laughter began to fade into peaceful giggles, their bodies growing tired but their hearts still racing. Eventually, they found a quiet spot on the floor, leaning against one another, the energy of the evening soothing and comforting.

“Can we stay like this forever?” Y/N asked softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Felix tightened his hold around her, his heart swelling at the thought. “I don’t see why not. As long as we keep loving and supporting each other, I think we’ll be just fine.”

Y/N felt a sense of contentment envelop her, the words soothing her soul and giving her hope for whatever lay ahead.

“I can’t believe we finally made it here,” she mused. “After all those unspoken feelings and frustrations…”

Felix tilted her chin gently, guiding her gaze up to meet his. “We were just waiting for the right moment. And now? We’ll build beautiful memories together—one dance at a time.”

With that promise hanging in the air, he leaned down, capturing her lips again in a soft, lingering kiss that took her breath away. The kiss held all the passion, love, and commitment they had both been holding back, pouring everything they shared into that gentle touch.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless and a little dazed, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “You know, I think you and I make quite the team.”

He chuckled, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Perfect, then. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“Exactly!” she laughed, her heart soaring at the chemistry between them.

They spent the rest of the evening reminiscing and talking about their dreams and ambitions, making promises to be there for each other. They shared favorite songs, discussed future dance practices, and planned impromptu adventures. Everything felt different now—lighter, filled with endless possibilities.

As the evening stretched into night, the once-empty studio felt alive with their laughter and connection. Y/N knew they had crossed an important boundary, stepping into a realm of deeper affection and understanding that neither of them had anticipated exploring together.

Finally, as the stars twinkled outside, they cupped each other's faces, brushing noses, sharing quiet breaths, and whispering quiet vows of love and support in the dim light of the studio.

In each other’s arms, they found refuge—a safe space where dreams expanded and love blossomed. Wrapped in their newfound closeness, they fell asleep under the studio’s soft lights, ready to

embrace whatever the future held for them, knowing they would face it together—hand in hand, hearts intertwined, and ready to dance through life.

As the night deepened, the soft sounds of their laughter faded into a peaceful calm, leaving the dance studio enveloped in warmth and the promise of a beautiful journey ahead.

And in that moment, Y/N and Felix knew they had found something truly special—a love that was as vibrant as the music that had brought them together, stronger with each gentle sway and whisper shared in the quiet of the night.

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spidercatweb · 2 days ago

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Clean Hands ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: lots of description of blood, death (victim of an Unsub), gn!bau!reader, no y/n, hurt/comfort?? They hold hands :)

I thought of earlier seasons Spencer while writing this.. my beloved...

Word Count: 840

Description: A case takes a sad turn and reader helps Spencer clean up.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated! 💜

The abandoned building the team was searching had turned out to be exactly where the Unsub was hiding out with his latest victim. Morgan and Reid found the girl first. You and Prentiss found the Unsub and caught him just before he could escape the building.

The girl, no older than seventeen, had been left to bleed out in a corner. The Unsub didn't have time to finish what he started when he heard the noise of multiple sets of footsteps and banging on doors. Reid rushed to the girl when he saw her, telling Morgan to go get help. He put pressure on the wound to try to stop the bleeding as Morgan called for medics.

"It's going to be okay, you'll be okay." He reassures the crying girl as she wanes in and out of consciousness.

Blood. So much blood. It pools on the floor and mixes with the dirt and grime that had accumulated in the building over the years it had been abandoned. It seeps into Spencer's pants as he kneels next to the girl. His hands are soaked. He yells out to Morgan, asking once again for medics.

"They'll be here soon, kid." Morgan knew what Spencer was thinking.

"We don't have time. She'll bleed out in minutes. Come help me." His voice is panicked. Morgan rushes over and helps all he can.

The medics don't arrive soon enough.

"She's gone. I'm sorry." The paramedic pulls his hand away from the girl's pulse point with a sigh. Spencer stays, frozen.

"Kid, come on. There's nothing we could do," Morgan urges him to get up. "If they'd gotten here sooner-"

"I know, come on." Spencer slowly stands up from the upsetting scene, watery eyes still locked onto the girl. As he turns away, facing the door, he sees you and Prentiss walking in. Concern immediately washes over your face as your pace quickens, heading straight towards him.

"Reid, what happened?" His mouth opens slightly, but he can't bring himself to speak. He looks over to the girl in the corner, who you hadn't noticed yet. The paramedics are already zipping her into a body bag.

"Oh." A frown forms on your face as you look over to Morgan. He motions to Spencer with his head, which you understand as "he's upset, go with him."

"Reid, there's probably towels or something in the ambulance, want to come with me? I don't mind helping you clean up." You give him a small, comforting smile. He nods, "yeah. Yes please."

When you're out of the building, the sunlight makes the contrast of the deep red blood and Spencer's pale skin and light blue shirt even more vivid. You reach one of the ambulances and ask the paramedics if they have anything that could help to clean up the blood. They hand you two small, white towels, and ask Spencer if he's hurt. He shakes his head. "No. I'm fine."

You help him clean the blood off his hands the best you can, gently wiping them off as he holds them out for you. Spencer's hands are still stained, and he'll definitely be throwing out this outfit. And taking a nice, long shower when he gets back to the hotel. But he's okay. Just a little shaken up.

The team is done at the scene, the Unsub has been taken into custody, and everyone is ready to leave. Morgan drives and Prentiss takes the passenger seat, leaving you and Spencer in the back of the SUV. He's obviously uncomfortable. He has his hands palms facing up resting on his knees. He makes sure that none of the bloody fabric of his clothes touches any part of the car.

"Reid, you okay back there?" Prentiss turns in her seat, facing him.

"Fine. Just really need a shower. Trying not to think about how many diseases can be spread by blood contact."

"Ooh. Yeah. Better not. You'll be fine." She gives him a quick smile and turns back towards the windshield.

A few minutes pass. Prentiss and Morgan are wrapped up in their own conversation, arguing about something dumb. Spencer still looks very uncomfortable. He’s staring off into space and one of his legs is bouncing up and down. You turn to him, a soft, sad look on your face. Slowly, you hold a hand out between the two of you and look at him expectantly. He looks confused.

"My hands aren't very clean. I don't want to get blood on you."

"I don't care. I can wash my hands when we get back." You reach your hand closer to him. Hesitantly, he puts his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. You can see his face light up slightly, some of his worry dissolves with your help.

The rest of the ride back to the hotel is quiet, save for Prentiss and Morgan's bickering. They drop the both of you off. You stay to help Spencer clean up. Prentiss and Morgan head back to the police station to wrap up the case.

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Worse than him

eustass kid x reader

a/n: reader is inspired by jinx from arcane

words count: 3k

tags: fluff, fight, b0mbs

masterlist // ko-fi

Sabaody Archipelago is where pirates running wild, marines scrambling to keep up, and an air of pure anarchy hovering over the island. For most, it’s a place to lay low, but for Eustass Kid and his crew? It’s a playground.

“You call this a challenge?” Kid’s voice booms, echoing across the street. A wrecked marine battleship lies behind him, its parts floating mid-air in a cyclone of metal. He glares at the remaining marines, daring them to make a move “Pathetic. Bring me someone who can actually fight!”

“Captain, you’re so commanding today!” you call out, standing on a pile of rubble nearby. Your hands are full of homemade explosives, and your face is lit up like a child on a sugar high “It’s so hot when you yell at people.”

Kid glances at you, half smirking “Shut it, y/n, and start pulling your weight.”

“Pull my weight?” you pout, tossing one of the grenades into a crowd of panicked marines. The explosion sends them flying, and you beam at Kidd “I’m pulling my weight and yours. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Killer groans from the sidelines, wiping blood off his scythe “Can you two flirt after we’re done here?”

Nearby, the Straw Hats and Heart Pirates are watching from the shadows, having accidentally stumbled upon the chaos.

“Who the hell is that?” Zoro mutters, squinting at you as you blow a kiss toward Kidd mid-explosion.

“She’s with Eustass Kid” Law replies, adjusting his hat with a smirk. “Looks like his kind of crazy.”

“They’re terrifying” Usopp whispers, clutching his slingshot like a lifeline “She’s scarier than him! Did you see her laughing just now?!”

“She’s… kind of adorable” Sanji says, hearts in his eyes “A beautiful woman with a fiery spirit.”

“Fiery spirit?” Nami huffs, crossing her arms “She just threw a grenade at a group of people!”

“She’s like a wild animal” Robin muses, smiling faintly “Completely unpredictable.”

“And completely insane” Franky adds, adjusting his sunglasses. “That’s some SUPER chaos over there.”

"That Kidd is like a monster anyway, we should run and leave" Usopp says trying to convince everyone to move.

Back in the fray, you’re causing a spectacle as usual. A group of marines rushes toward you, and instead of running, you grin and pull out a smoke bomb, throwing it at your feet. When the smoke clears, you’ve vanished, only to reappear seconds later behind Usopp.

“A monster?” you echo, your voice sweet and dangerous, making Usopp jump and hide behind Robin. Then your eyes drift to Kidd, who’s stomping toward a group of bounty hunters with a murderous look on his face “No… He’s perfect.”

They all blink, and Nami takes courage for one sacond to say “Perfect? He’s...he’s a lunatic!” before hiding behind Robin with Usopp.

“Oh, I know” You sigh, clutching your chest dramatically “But don’t worry... I can fix him”

You whisper the last part but somehow Killer could overhear from a few feet away and he doesn’t even hesitate to yell at you “Girl, you’re worse than him!”

The Strawhats and Heart Pirates, except for Law, collectively flinch, while you scratch your head with a shy smile, "don't believe him, he's a just a big liar" But then your smile drops and you start to run towards Killer screming "I'm gonna make him pay!"

“She’s worse?!” Usopp squeaks after you are far enough “Worse than him?!”

“That’s impressive” Robin says, watching you with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Disturbing” Nami mutters.

“I like her!” Luffy announces with a laugh.

“Of course you do” Zoro grumbles.

Sanji, meanwhile, is practically swooning “She’s an untamed goddess. A true queen of destruction.”

On the battlefield, you saunter back to Kidd, who just finished throwing a group of marines into the horizon “Captain, I scared away an entire squad! Aren’t you proud of me?”

Kidd snorts but doesn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. Instead of answering, he grabs a twisted hunk of metal from the debris and hurls it without looking, nailing a marine who was creeping up behind you. Then, his gaze snaps back to yours, intense and full of something unspoken, “You’re lucky I don’t throw you next.”

“You’d miss me too much” you reply, sticking out your tongue.

Kidd’s smirk widens, and for a second, the battlefield feels miles away. His fingers twitch at his side like he wants to reach for you, but instead, he scoffs and turns away with a huff.

The banter makes the onlookers cringe.

“They’re flirting...” Brook says.

“Flirting?” Franky shudders “That’s what you call flirting?”

“Whatever it is, it’s terrifying” Usopp mutters.

“It’s romantic! It should have been me…” Sanji protests, clasping his hands together.

Meanwhile, Kidd and the rest of his crew decide it’s time to leave before more reinforcements arrive. As they retreat, you blow a kiss toward the Strawhats and Heart Pirates, who are still standing there in the shadows.

“See you around!” you call out, laughing as you skip after Kidd.

Just as you reach him, Kidd grabs your wrist—firm, possessive. He tugs you closer until your bodies almost touch, the heat between you as electrified as the air after one of his attacks.

“Quit messin’ around” he grumbles, but his thumb brushes your skin before he lets go.

You only smirk, eyes glinting. “Admit it. You like it when I do.”

Kidd doesn’t respond, but the way he doesn’t let you stray too far speaks volumes.

“They’re insane” Nami says finally, shaking her head.

“They’re perfect for each other” Robin adds with a small smile.

“Perfectly awful” Zoro mutters.

Sanji sighs, hearts still in his eyes “She’s the woman of my dreams.”

The prison gates of Udon slam shut behind Eustass Kid, and for the first time in a long time, you are completely and utterly… alone.

Killer is missing. The rest of the crew is scattered. And Kidd, your fiery, angry anchor, is gone, dragged away.

The empty wasteland around Udon stretches for miles, but you don’t even notice. You're sitting cross-legged on a large boulder, twirling a dagger between your fingers. Your usual manic grin missing, replaced by a scowl.

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, staring at the horizon where Kidd disappeared. He’s stubborn, he’s infuriating, and he’s not supposed to get caught. Not without you.

“Idiots” you mutter, flicking the blade into the dirt “They just had to get caught, didn’t they? Now I’m stuck out here, babysitting myself.”

Your voice echoes in the silence, and for once, you don’t find it funny. The loneliness itches at the edges of your mind, and for a brief moment, your manic energy dims.

Then you hear footsteps crunching through the dirt.

Your head snaps up, and the grin is back instantly, sharp, wild, and unpredictable. You grab your dagger and hop to your feet.

“Who’s there?” you call, your voice lilting with mock sweetness. “Friend? Foe? Someone dumb enough to get too close?”

Out of the shadows steps Sanji.

He freezes mid-step, blinking. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other.

“Oh,” you say, tilting your head “A pretty boy. What are you doing all the way out here, handsome?”

Sanji’s initial shock fades instantly, replaced by his usual swooning expression “A goddess like you shouldn’t be out here all alone!” he says, bowing dramatically “Allow me to escort you to safety!”

You blink at him, and then, unexpectedly, you laugh. It’s not the sharp, chaotic laugh that usually leaves people unsettled, but something softer, more genuine.

“Safety?” you echo, wiping a tear from your eye “Oh, pretty boy, that’s cute. But I like it out here. No rules, no captain yelling at me to ‘stop blowing things up.’ It’s perfect!”

Sanji straightens, clearly unsure how to handle you “You’re… not scared?”

“Scared?” You smirk, twirling your dagger “Of what? The big scary Beast Pirates? Please. I could handle them in my sleep.”

Sanji scratches the back of his head, glancing around nervously “You’re, uh… not with Kaido, are you?”

The question makes you laugh again, this time the unhinged, unsettling kind “Kaido? Oh, no, no, no. I’m with me. And sometimes I’m with my captain. But right now?” You spread your arms wide, spinning in a slow circle “It’s just little old me against the world.”

Sanji doesn’t know what to make of you. On the one hand, you’re clearly dangerous. On the other hand…

“Little old you, huh?” he says, smirking slightly.

Your grin widens “You catch on quick, pretty boy. What’s your name, anyway?”

“Sanji. Cook of the Straw Hat Pirates.”

“Straw Hat…?” You narrow your eyes, thinking “Oh! You mean that idiot who got himself thrown in prison with my captain?”

Sanji stiffens “Your captain? Wait...how could I forget a beauty like you!! You are part of Kid’s crew!”

“Ding, ding, ding!” you sing, clapping your hands “Give the man a prize!”

Sanji’s instinct is to back away slowly, but before he can, you lean in closer, examining him like a scientist studying a specimen.

“You’re funny” you say, tilting your head “And kinda cute. Maybe if I met you before Kidd, you’d stand a chance.”

Sanji swallows hard. “Uh… Really???? thanks?”

Your smirk falters, just for a moment. You glance toward the prison again, shoulders tensing before you quickly mask it with your usual bravado. But Sanji doesn’t miss the way your fingers tighten around the hilt of your dagger, like it’s the only thing keeping you steady.

“Have you… heard anything about them?” you ask softly, almost too quietly for Sanji to hear “Kid or Killer?”

The question catches him off guard. He’s not sure how to respond to this version of you, the one that isn’t grinning or threatening or tossing explosives.

“I’m not sure” he says finally “But… if they’re as stubborn as you, I’m sure they’re fine.”

You stare at him for a beat too long, and for once, Sanji doesn’t see wild amusement in your eyes but just raw, unspoken worry. Then, just like that, you snap back into place, a smirk tugging at your lips as you punch him lightly on the shoulder.

“Good answer” you say, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “I guess I won’t use you for target practice.”

Sanji smiles nervously, lighting a cigarette “Glad to hear it.”

“Come on,” you say, turning on your heel and motioning for him to follow. “Let’s find somewhere less boring to be.”

“Wait—what?”

“You’re with me now, pretty boy! Let’s make some chaos!”

Sanji sighs, but there’s a small, resigned smile on his face “This is going to be a nightmare, or a dream?”

You glance back at him with a knowing grin, your eyes glinting in the dim light.

“Oh, absolutely” you reply cheerfully, not really answering his question.

Sanji brings you back to the others after realizing you’re a magnet for chaos, and that leaving you alone in Wano might cause more problems for everyone.

When you meet the rest of the Strawhats, their reactions range from mild amusement to outright terror.

“Sanji. Explain” Nami demands, rubbing her temples. “Why did you bring her here?”

Sanji straightens his tie, trying to look nonchalant “Well, my dear Nami-swan, leaving a breathtaking lady like her alone in this dangerous place would be unforgivable!” He clears his throat. “And, uh… she might set something on fire.”

“That crazy one from Kid’s crew?” Zoro’s voice is flat, his hand already on the hilt of his sword. “Are we seriously doing this?”

“She’s not dangerous!” Sanji insists, trying to look calm, though sweat is running down his temple “Well, not to us. Probably.”

“Not dangerous?” Usopp squeaks, hiding behind Nami “Did you see the explosives? She’s definitely dangerous!”

You ignore their bickering, tilting your head as you survey the group. “So you’re the Straw Hats, huh? You don’t look as dumb as your captain.”

“Luffy’s not dumb!” Chopper snaps, puffing up his chest.

“Chopper, don’t provoke her!” Usopp hisses.

You crouch to Chopper’s eye level, grinning “Aww, look at you. You’re adorable. Maybe I won’t blow you up, either.”

Chopper freezes, torn between pride at being called adorable and terror at the implied threat.

“Anyway” Nami cuts in, arms crossed “why are you here, exactly? Shouldn’t you be off with your own crew?”

The question wipes the grin off your face. For a moment, you look almost lost “Kidd got himself thrown in prison, with your Captain” you admit “Killer’s missing. I don't know about the others. I’m the only one left.”

Robin watches you closely, her eyes narrowing in thought “And what about you?” she asks “What’s your plan?”

Your grin returns, sharper than ever. “Oh you're really beautiful! You sure you don’t want to run away with me instead? Anyway I don’t need a plan. I’ll just wing it.”

“That explains a lot,” Zoro mutters.

“Wait, wait, wait” Usopp interrupts, waving his arms “She doesn't seem that bad right now but why is she here? She's still from Kid’s crew? That guy’s a psychopath how can we trust her!”

At that, your entire demeanor shifts. You straighten, your grin turning into a challenging smirk “Careful what you say about my Captain” you warn, your voice low.

“Oh no” Usopp whispers, shrinking behind Franky.

“He’s not wrong, though” Zoro says casually.

You look at him, tilting your head, and then grin wider “Oh, I know. He’s terrible, but he’s my kind of terrible.”

“Wait,” Nami says, holding up a hand “Let me get this straight because I love myself some gossip. He yells constantly, gets into fights every five minutes, and has the worst temper imaginable… and you like him?”

You laugh, twirling a knife in your fingers “Like him? Sweetheart, I’d set the world on fire for him.”

The group collectively recoils.

“She’s insane” Zoro says flatly.

“She’s so romantic” Sanji argues.

“She’s going to kill us all” Usopp wails.

"She's funny" Robin says smiling at her and you smile back.

The group groans collectively, but secretly, some of them are starting to like you. A little. Maybe.

The sun is barely starting to set when you finally find them.

Kidd and Killer, both still recovering from what happened in prison, stand on the outskirts of the battlefield. The war in Wano is about to kick off, and you’re not one to miss a front-row seat to the chaos. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates are already preparing for the inevitable, but you have something else on your mind: your boys.

“Kid! Killer!” you yell, rushing forward, a wild grin spreading across your face.

Kidd looks up first, his cold gaze piercing through the chaos around him. For a second, he just stares, as if making sure you’re really there. When he spots you, his lips twitch upward into an almost imperceptible smirk.

Something in your chest loosens.

“I thought you’d have blown something up by now” Killer remarks, crossing his arms with a smirk that, despite the mask, you can tell is amused.

“Not yet, but I’m working on it!” You hold up your knife, a wicked gleam in your eyes “Wanna make things more interesting?”

Kidd grunts, clearly still in his “don’t give a damn” mood, but there’s an edge of relief in his voice “I see you’re still the same.”

“Of course! What did you expect? I’m not the kind of girl who changes just because of a little alone time.” You flash them a mischievous wink “Besides, I wasn’t really alone”

Killer laughs dryly, clearly not sure whether he should be worried “that’s good”

Kidd’s eyes narrow slightly “What do you mean?”

You smirk, stepping closer, knowing exactly what you’re doing “I made some… interesting friends while you were locked up.”

“Tch.” Kidd scoffs, but there’s something sharp in his gaze. “You’re trouble.”

You lean in just slightly, voice dropping into something more teasing “And you love that about me.”

For once, Kidd doesn’t fire back. He just exhales through his nose, tilting his head at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

You clap Killer on the shoulder, causing him to stiffen “Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff. I can’t wait to see all the destruction.”

At this point, the rest of the group catches up to you, Zoro, Nami, and the rest of the Strawhats, along with the Heart Pirates, have gathered, watching the reunion with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and a little bit of fear.

Nami grins at you “You found them!”

“Of course I did. You didn’t think I’d leave my poor Captain behind, did you?” You turn back to Kid and Killer “These are the Straw Hats. You’re gonna love them. Probably.”

“Love them?” Zoro snorts, rolling his eyes.

“She’s already trying to make us all blow up” Usopp adds, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around you.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.” You wink at Usopp. “Unless you want to make things fun. Then, we can talk about explosions, I saw you use a similar technique anyway”

“You’re insane” Franky says, his robotic eye narrowing at you.

“Well, someone has to be. Might as well be me.” You grin widely.

Luffy suddenly hops forward “Hey, hey! We’re gonna be awesome together! So fun!!”

You nod enthusiastically, your eyes glinting with excitement. “Absolutely” you look at Kid, then back at Luffy “Though, I think your idea of fun might be a little different from mine.”

Zoro, trying to stay focused, huffs “Can we stop with the chit-chat? The war’s about to begin.”

“Right!” You clap your hands, finally taking a step back and getting into the serious mood “Let’s do this. Just remember, I’m not responsible for any ‘accidental’ explosions.”

Kid rolls his eyes but finally speaks up. “Don’t blow me up.”

You place a hand on your chest, feigning innocence “Oh, Kid, you wound me.” Then, after a beat, your voice drops, and you flash him a sly smile “I always make sure you walk away in one piece.”

Kidd doesn’t reply immediately, but his jaw clenches slightly, his smirk lingering just a little too long.

And then, the war begins.

It’s pure chaos from the start. The clash of swords, the explosions, the screams, and the shouts of warriors all around you, it’s the kind of battlefield you thrive in. It’s almost as if the chaos is where you truly come alive.

You find yourself charging headfirst into the fray, with Kidd and Killer close behind. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates are close by, taking on their own foes. You’re all part of the same fight now. There’s an undeniable bond forming between you and your new allies.

As you duck beneath a swing of a blade, you roll to the side, barely avoiding being cleaved in two. You throw a knife, hitting the enemy square in the chest, and grin as they fall to the ground.

“Oh, you’re all so predictable.” You say, practically skipping over their bodies. “You’ve got to mix it up more, or this’ll be over too quickly.”

Your laughter rings out, and in the midst of the battle, your eyes lock with Kidd’s for a split second. His lip curls into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but something shifts in the air between you two. You feel a spark.

Robin, on the other side of the battlefield, has been watching you, her calm demeanor contrasting yours. She tilts her head thoughtfully and smirks.

You throw a playful wink her way.

Zoro is the next to speak, though his tone is oddly respectful. “You’re… not the worst, I guess. I mean, you seem perfect for him—chaotic, dangerous, and a little insane. Maybe more than a little.”

You laugh, twirling another knife in your hand. “You have no idea, sweetheart. But we make it work.” You glance over to Kidd, who’s taking down a group of enemies with brutal efficiency. “He’s like a wild storm, and I’m the lightning that follows him.”

You throw a glance at Kidd, and for just a moment, the two of you share a silent, knowing look—a fleeting exchange that’s heavier than it seems.

Killer, walking beside you, shakes his head in amusement “I'm actually impressed by this metaphor, it's perfect”

“You know I'm smart” you say with a grin, your voice a mix of affection and madness “Hey, if we survive this, maybe we can all have a drink after. I like the strawhats”

“Just don’t blow the bar up” Kidd grumbles, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Promises, promises” you sing back, dodging another strike and lunging forward with a wild, chaotic laugh. “Come on, guys! Let’s make sure we leave our mark on Wano!”

The battle rages on, but you and Kidd seem to gravitate toward each other. A few more waves of enemies fall under your combined onslaught. Every time you find yourself near him, his eyes catch yours, a brief, almost tender moment between the chaos.

As the last of the forces retreat and the dust settles, you stand side by side, both covered in sweat and grime, but your smiles say it all.

You turn to Kidd, eyes glinting mischievously “Well, we did it. I guess you could say we’re... unstoppable together.”

He looks at you, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. His voice is quieter now, softer than it’s been all day “You’re more trouble than you’re worth... but yeah. Maybe we are.”

Without warning, you step closer, your heart pounding as your fingers brush against his arm. Kidd doesn’t step back. Instead, he leans in just enough that the distance between you is minimal, your breath mingling. The battlefield seems to disappear, leaving only the two of you in the midst of a storm of emotions.

“You know,” you whisper, “I think I’m starting to like you even more than the explosions.”

Kidd’s eyes narrow, but there's something different in his gaze now. “Then you’ll love this,” he mutters, and before you can say another word, his lips crash against yours.

For a moment, everything else fades. The noise of the battle, the world around you—it’s all gone. The kiss is fierce, hungry, as though it’s been a long time coming, and the chaos of the battlefield now feels like a distant memory.

When he pulls away, both of you are breathless.

“Never a dull moment with you,” he says with a smirk.

You grin back, your heart racing “Not a chance.”

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