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6azia · 2 months ago

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Research | Silco x m!reader

—summary. Y/N goes back to Viktor

—content warning. Shimmer

—word count. 3,2k

—azia‘s notes. Oh gosh I'm soo bad in summaries

Part 3↞ ↠Part 5 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

The lab was quiet again, save for the faint bubbling of a few beakers and the scratch of Singed's pen as he recorded observations in his journal. Silco stood by the doorway, his cigar now extinguished, but the scent of burnt tobacco lingered in the air. His sharp eyes flicked toward the far corner of the lab, where Y/N was wiping down his workstation. Jinx had long since wandered off, content to tinker with her latest project.

Silco stepped closer to Singed, his voice low and deliberate. "Tell me about him. Y/N. Where did you find him?"

Singed paused mid-sentence, his pen hovering over the page. He tilted his head slightly, as though considering how much to share. "He came to me," he said finally, his voice calm and measured. "Desperate, like so many others in Zaun. Smart, though. He learns quickly, faster than most."

"And his past?" Silco pressed, his tone edged with impatience. "What does he want?"

Singed set his pen down and looked up at Silco, his expression unreadable behind his mask. "I don't pry into the pasts of those who come to me, Silco. It's irrelevant. What matters is what they can do now."

Silco's jaw tightened. He didn't like vague answers. "And what can he do, beyond meddling with shimmer?"

"A great deal," Singed replied cryptically. "He has potential, though his motivations are his own."

Silco narrowed his eyes, dissatisfied. His instincts told him Y/N was hiding something, but Singed wasn't the type to betray confidences easily. With a curt nod, Silco turned away, his thoughts racing.

Later that evening, Jinx was clinging to Y/N like a shadow, her arms wrapped tightly around his as they sat in the workshop. "Don't go to Piltover, Y/N," she whined, her voice muffled as she pressed her face against his shoulder. "It's boring up there! And those fancy topsiders don't deserve you."

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound strained as if his mind were elsewhere. "It's just for a bit, Jinx. I need to... handle some things."

She shook her head violently, tightening her grip. "Nope! You're staying here with me! We can work on my bomb together. You promised to help me make it work."

"I will," Y/N said, his voice soft but firm. He gently pried her arms off him and crouched down to her level, looking into her wide, pleading eyes. "As soon as I'm back, we'll finish it together, okay? First working bomb, I promise."

Jinx's pout melted into a bright grin. "You'd better! If you're lying, I'll blow up your lab." She giggled and skipped off, already scheming what modifications to make to her invention.

Y/N watched her go, his smile fading as he exhaled deeply. He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, his movements deliberate but heavy with a kind of weariness.

The trek to Piltover was uneventful, though Y/N couldn't shake the weight of Silco's gaze from earlier. He lit another cigarette, the glow of the ember lighting up his face in the dark. The bitter smoke filled his lungs, grounding him as his thoughts spiraled.

He hates me now, Y/N thought bitterly, flicking ash into the wind. I can feel it. He doesn't trust me, and he probably never will.

And yet... There was something about Silco that intrigued him. Maybe it was the intensity of his presence, the way his sharp words cut to the core of a person. Or maybe it was the twisted sense of loyalty Silco inspired, the same loyalty that made Jinx adore him so much. Y/N didn't want to understand it—didn't want to admit that some part of him almost admired the man.

He took another drag, exhaling smoke into the cool night air. Piltover's glittering skyline came into view, the stark contrast to Zaun never failing to make his chest tighten. But tonight, it wasn't Piltover itself that occupied his thoughts.

It was Viktor.

The small vial of shimmer in Y/N's pocket felt heavier than it should have, its purpose clear in his mind. He didn't tell Jinx, and he certainly wouldn't tell Silco, but he was here for Viktor. Whatever judgment or disdain Silco had for him didn't matter right now. All that mattered was reaching the one person who might truly understand why he did what he did.

Y/N snapped out of his thoughts, realizing he was standing just inside Viktor's modest apartment. The space was small but orderly, filled with bookshelves crammed with journals, blueprints, and strange trinkets from his experiments. A faint scent of oil and paper lingered in the air, along with the comforting warmth of a kettle simmering on a small stove. Viktor turned from his desk, his cane resting against the edge, and smiled faintly at the sight of Y/N.

"You're finally here," Viktor said, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. "I was beginning to think the streets of Zaun had swallowed you whole."

Y/N shrugged, setting his satchel down on a nearby chair. "Let's just say I had some... distractions. But I made it."

Viktor gestured toward the seat opposite him at the small dining table. "Come, sit. I've been going through some theories that I think you'll find fascinating."

Y/N settled into the chair as Viktor poured two cups of tea. The table between them was covered with scattered notes and sketches of intricate designs, but what caught Y/N's eye was a diagram showing a series of overlapping spheres, each labeled with equations and annotations.

"What's this?" Y/N asked, picking up one of the papers.

"A thought experiment," Viktor began, his voice laced with quiet enthusiasm. "The multiverse theory. I've been contemplating how every choice we make could lead to entirely different realities—branching off like rivers into an infinite sea of possibilities."

Y/N tilted his head, intrigued. "You're saying there could be other versions of us? Other... worlds?"

Viktor nodded. "Precisely. If the theory holds true, every decision creates a divergence—a new universe born from that choice. Somewhere out there, there may be a version of you who never left Piltover. Or a version of me who..." He trailed off, glancing at his cane before continuing. "... who walks without aid."

Y/N leaned forward, his curiosity growing. "But how would you prove it? The math alone must be impossible, let alone the technology needed to observe another universe."

Viktor's eyes glimmered with determination. "It's a monumental challenge, yes. But not entirely impossible. If we could manipulate quantum particles—the building blocks of reality itself—we might be able to create a connection. A doorway, so to speak."

"And the risks?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you open a door to another universe, how do you ensure it doesn't destroy everything? Or that what's on the other side doesn't come through?"

"That's the delicate part," Viktor admitted, tapping his fingers on the table thoughtfully. "Stability would be the key. It would require precise calculations and energy levels beyond anything we've harnessed before. But imagine the knowledge we could gain. The advances in medicine, technology, even understanding the nature of existence itself."

Y/N smirked faintly. "Let's just hope the other versions of us aren't better at this than we are."

The two laughed softly, the tension of the heavy topic easing. After a moment, Viktor reached for a loaf of bread sitting on the counter. He tore it in half, offering one piece to Y/N.

"It's not much, but it's all I have to share," Viktor said, his tone apologetic.

Y/N took the bread with a grateful nod. "Better than nothing. Besides, it's good to see you're still eating. You forget sometimes when you're caught up in your work."

The two ate in companionable silence for a moment, the simplicity of the meal grounding them after their abstract conversation. When they finished, Viktor rose carefully, gesturing toward a small couch near the window.

"Come," he said. "Let's rest for a bit. My mind is already spinning with possibilities, but I doubt either of us has the energy to theorize further tonight."

Y/N followed him, settling onto the couch as Viktor took the nearby chair. They sat quietly for a moment, the dim glow of the city beyond the window casting soft light into the room.

"You know," Y/N said after a while, his voice low. "Even if there are other versions of us out there, I think this one's not so bad."

Viktor chuckled softly. "Not so bad indeed. Though, I wouldn't mind stealing a bit of luck from one of those other realities."

Y/N leaned back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Luck's overrated. We make do with what we have, right?"

Viktor nodded, his expression thoughtful as they both fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of their shared musings settling into the quiet night.

"Do you have it with you?" Viktor suddenly asked, breaking the wholesome moment with a hesitant voice.

Y/N hesitated, a syringe in his hand trembling slightly as he looked at Viktor. The faint glow of the Shimmer within the vial reflected off Viktor's determined expression. This wasn't just experimentation; this was risk—unknown, uncharted, and potentially deadly.

"You're sure about this?" Y/N asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

Viktor nodded, his face calm despite the slight tremor in his hands. "We've theorized enough, Y/N. The composition makes sense—at least in principle. If it works..." He trailed off, his gaze flickering to the sketches of the Hexcore scattered across the table. "It could give me what I need. The strength to keep going."

"And if it doesn't?" Y/N countered, his voice sharper than he intended. "We don't know what this will do to you. This isn't some minor serum—it's untested, unstable. It could... it could kill you."

"Or it could give me time," Viktor replied, his voice soft but resolute. "And time is something I don't have in abundance."

Y/N sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew Viktor wasn't going to back down. The man's resolve was as unyielding as steel, and his desperation to continue his work was palpable. "Fine," Y/N muttered, kneeling down beside him. "But we don't push it past this one dose. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Viktor said, rolling up his pant leg to expose the pale, thin skin of his upper thigh. His muscles were taut, his body tense with anticipation.

Y/N filled the syringe carefully, every movement deliberate. The faint luminescence of the Shimmer seemed to pulse in rhythm with his own heartbeat. "This will hurt," he warned.

Viktor's lips quivered into a wry smile. "Pain and I are well acquainted."

With a deep breath, Y/N positioned the needle and pressed it into Viktor's thigh. The Shimmer flowed into his body with an almost hypnotic glow, disappearing beneath his skin.

At first, there was nothing—just the faint hiss of Viktor exhaling sharply. But then his body convulsed violently, his hands clenching the edges of the couch as a searing, white-hot pain ripped through his leg. His head snapped back, a guttural cry escaping his throat as his muscles seized uncontrollably.

Y/N's eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. "Viktor!" he called, gripping his shoulder. "Stay with me!"

Viktor's hands shot out, one of them clamping onto Y/N's upper arm with a bruising grip. His nails dug into Y/N's skin as his breath came in ragged gasps, his face twisted in agony. The veins in his thigh began to glow faintly purple, the light spreading slowly through his body like cracks in a fragile glass.

"It—burns," Viktor choked out, his voice barely audible over the sound of his labored breathing.

"I know, I know," Y/N murmured, his own voice trembling. He stayed close, his free hand hovering uselessly over Viktor's arm as if he could somehow will the pain away. "It's the Shimmer taking effect. Just breathe through it—it'll pass."

Viktor's grip on Y/N's arm didn't loosen; if anything, it tightened as the convulsions grew more violent. His entire body felt like it was being torn apart and rebuilt simultaneously, the Shimmer coursing through him with a ferocity that left no part of him untouched. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle straining against the overwhelming surge of energy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spasms began to subside. Viktor's body slackened, his grip on Y/N's arm loosening as he slumped back against the couch. His chest heaved, each breath ragged and shallow. The glow in his veins dimmed to a faint shimmer, the only evidence of the Shimmer's presence.

Y/N exhaled shakily, rubbing the marks left on his arm. "You're insane," he muttered, though his tone was more relieved than accusatory. "That could've killed you."

Viktor managed a weak chuckle, his head lolling to the side to look at Y/N. "And yet... it didn't." His voice was hoarse, but there was a spark of something in his eyes—determination, perhaps, or maybe triumph.

"How do you feel?" Y/N asked cautiously, his eyes scanning Viktor's face for any signs of distress.

Viktor flexed his fingers slowly, then shifted his leg experimentally. "Stronger," he said after a moment. "But... unsteady. As though my body is unsure what to do with this new energy."

"That's because it doesn't know," Y/N said, his tone still laced with worry. "Your cells are adjusting to the Shimmer. We don't know how long this effect will last—or what it'll do to you in the long run."

Viktor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "But for now... it is enough."

Y/N didn't look convinced, but he said nothing, choosing instead to sit back and observe Viktor carefully. The room was quiet save for their breathing, the faint hum of the Hexcore sketches a distant reminder of the weight of their actions.

Viktor glanced down at his thigh, where the faint shimmer of the injection site still lingered. "Perhaps," he said softly, more to himself than Y/N, "this is the first step toward understanding what the Hexcore could truly achieve."

Y/N didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the faint glow in Viktor's veins. Somewhere deep in his chest, unease began to coil, tightening with every passing moment.

Viktor's breathing slowly evened out as the pain began to ebb, though his body remained tense from the ordeal. Y/N stayed close, kneeling by the couch, his eyes never leaving Viktor's face. There was an exhaustion in Viktor's expression that went deeper than just the Shimmer's effects—an exhaustion borne of years of relentless struggle.

As Viktor's body finally relaxed, Y/N let out a soft sigh. He reached up hesitantly, brushing a strand of damp hair from Viktor's forehead. The small, vulnerable gesture surprised even him, but in that moment, Y/N didn't care. Viktor looked so fragile lying there, his usually sharp, determined features softened by fatigue. It made something tighten in Y/N's chest—an ache he couldn't quite name.

"You push yourself too hard," Y/N whispered, his fingers lingering near Viktor's temple for a moment before pulling back.

Viktor murmured something incoherent, his head lolling to the side as sleep overtook him. Y/N watched him for a moment longer, his expression softening with a mixture of pity and quiet affection. "Stubborn genius," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head fondly.

Realizing Viktor wouldn't be comfortable staying on the couch all night, Y/N carefully slid one arm under Viktor's shoulders and the other beneath his knees. He stood, lifting Viktor with surprising ease despite his own lean frame. Viktor stirred slightly, his head resting against Y/N's shoulder, but he didn't wake.

Y/N carried him to the bedroom, the sound of his own footsteps muffled by the quiet hum of the city outside. The room was small but neatly organized, every surface cluttered with notes, diagrams, and tools. Gently, Y/N laid Viktor down on the bed, adjusting the pillows to make him more comfortable.

As he pulled the blanket over Viktor, Y/N hesitated, his gaze lingering on the scientist's face. Then, with a sigh, he sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back against the headboard, pulling Viktor close so that his head rested on Y/N's chest. Viktor's body was warm, and Y/N could feel the faint, rhythmic beat of his heart beneath his palm.

"I'm not letting you go," Y/N murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of Viktor's breathing. He closed his eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of Viktor's heartbeat. It was a comforting sound, one that grounded him in the present and soothed the gnawing anxiety in his mind.

It wasn't long before Y/N felt his own exhaustion creeping in. His eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, he had drifted off, his arms still wrapped protectively around Viktor.

The soft creak of the apartment door opening went unnoticed by the two sleeping figures. Jayce stepped inside, his brow furrowed as he glanced around the dimly lit space. He had come to check on Viktor, worried after not hearing from him all day, but what he found stopped him in his tracks.

As Jayce approached the bedroom, he saw them: Viktor and Y/N, tangled together on the bed, their expressions peaceful in sleep. Jayce froze, his chest tightening as he took in the scene. For a moment, he simply stood there, unable to look away.

Viktor's head rested against Y/N's chest, and Y/N's arms were wrapped securely around him, their bodies fitting together as though it was the most natural thing in the world. There was an intimacy to the scene that struck Jayce like a physical blow—a closeness he hadn't realized he craved until now.

He clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw tightening as a wave of emotions crashed over him: anger, jealousy, confusion. He and Viktor weren't in a relationship—had never been—but Jayce had always considered their bond special, something unspoken and unique. Seeing Viktor like this, with someone else, made him feel... betrayed.

Jayce took a step back, his mind racing. He wanted to wake Viktor, to demand answers, but as he looked at his partner's peaceful expression, he hesitated. Viktor looked calm—more at ease than Jayce had seen him in weeks. And Y/N... Y/N wasn't a threat. At least, not to Viktor.

With a heavy sigh, Jayce turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Whatever this was, it wasn't his place to interfere. Not now. As much as it hurt, he would let Viktor have this moment—this fleeting reprieve from the struggles they both faced.

Jayce stepped out into the cool night air, his mind a storm of conflicted thoughts. Inside, Y/N and Viktor remained asleep, undisturbed, the faint sound of Viktor's heartbeat a steady reminder of what Y/N was trying so desperately to protect.

#arcane x male reader #arcane silco #jinx arcane #silco x reader #silco x male reader #slow burn

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circus-clangen · 11 months ago

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GRABS YOU AND SHAKES?? IVE BEEN A CASUAL ENJOYER BECAUSE I CANT UNDERSTAND THE PUZZLE SHIT FOR THE LIFE OF ME BUT HELLO????

GET THAT PATHETIC LITTLE MAN OUT OF THE BURNING FIRE?? YOU SET HIM ALIGHT?? DONT DO THAT????

literally shaking you violently /pos but also GARSFSHDBDJDJD of ykwim

FREE HIM!! DONT FRY HIM!!!!!

He had to fry. He had to burn. I wasn't gonna pay his insurance anymore

#circusclan #circusclan ask #fr though I sweated a bit at that 5 dice roll #I wanted to shave maybe one or two lives off #but no #the universe said Kill This Old Man

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positive-mlm-total-drama-takez · 5 months ago

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grabs u by the shoulders shaking ypu violently wgith tears inmy eyes /pos harnoah harnoah harold x noah harnoah

I think you like Harold and Harold..

#positive mlm td take #total drama #td harold #td noah #td harnoah #gir tag

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cryingatwindermerepeaks · 26 days ago

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i love your yj fics so much😭😭 would you be willing to write one about a very small regressed lottie dealing with some big big feelings (maybe delusions/hallucinations as well) with a cg nat maybe? it would probably make me cry. /pos

Little!Lottie x Cg!Nat - hold me, console me

Regressuary day 27 … thank you for this request it was insanely fun to write!! Sorry I haven’t edited it at all, I’ll do it when I have more energy.

Set at the end of s2 e4 after Nat and Lottie go hunting

cw: violent stimming, unintentional self harm, blood, distress, panic attack, visions, bad thoughts, let me know if there’s something I’ve forgotten !!

Word count: 1199

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Except for Lottie’s heavy and ragged breaths, and the sound of the water lapping against the edges of the tub, the room was silent - still. Almost too silent. Nat watched over Lottie’s shivering body. How had she been so stupid? There had been nothing safe about sending Lottie out into the wilderness by herself. “Is the water getting too cold, Lottie?” Nat asked gently, unsure if the shivering was being caused by the cold or the shock. Lottie only blinked in response, seeming to have barely comprehended Nat speaking at all. “Lottie?” She prodded, worry quickly setting in.

Nat shook Lottie’s shoulder lightly, trying to bring the girl back. “Hey, Lottie,” she called out. Still, nothing. Lottie’s eyes were trained on the murky water which encapsulated her body, Nat’s eyes fell to it too. She watched in horror as red blood slowly began to leech into the dirty grey water. Lottie jolted, sloshing water over the floor and Nat.

“Get it off,” she whined desperately, splashing the water away from her. “Get it off.” Nat watched in shock, unsure why Lottie was so upset by a bit of blood from the cut on her hand.

“Lottie, it’s fine. It’s just coming from your hand - see?” Nat yanked Lottie’s hand out of the water, desperately showing her where the blood was coming from. Lottie shook her head, her eyes clenching shut tightly.

“No, no, no,” She stammered, ripping her hand back. She tried to rip off the cloth Nat had wrapped around her hand but when she was unable to get it off she smashed it down against the side of the tub angrily. “No,” it came out as more of a cry now, both her hands rising out of the tub before desperately smashing back down with a thud.

“Stop it,” Nat hissed in panic, grabbing both of Lottie’s hands and holding them out of the water. Lottie dissolved into violent sobs, squirming and shaking against Natalie’s grip. When she couldn’t physically overpower the blonde she pushed herself down into the tub, her head dropping under the water until all that could be seen of her were the tips of her brown curls. A sharp gasp escaped Nat’s lips as on instinct she pulled Lottie up by the arms and all the way out of the tub. Lottie held no further resistance, tumbling out of the water ungracefully.

She splattered and coughed for a few seconds before the sobs returned - loud and soul crushing as before. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, it’s ok,” Nat whispered desperately, pulling Lottie into her arms and wrapping a towel around her trembling body. Lottie groaned sadly, pounding her head weakly against Nat’s chest. A few of the other girls, having heard the commotion, through the door open to make sure everyone was ok. At the intrusion Lottie whimpered, burying her face into Nat’s soft but damp jumper. “She’s fine.” Nat hissed before anyone even had the chance to ask. “Someone go get her pyjamas.” Sensing the protective and almost threatening tone in Nat’s voice no one dared argue, leaving the girls alone. “It’s ok little bird, I’ve got you.” Lottie sniffled quietly, her hands wrapping tightly around Lottie’s top to ground herself. “Are you feeling small, doe?” She asked gently, combing her bony fingers through Lottie’s damp curls. Lottie hummed with a soft and teary nod but didn’t speak. “Can you tell me what happened?” Lottie’s face scrunched up sadly before she tapped one of her fingers against the side of her head. “Thoughts? Did you have bad thoughts?” Nat asked patiently. Lottie nodded again before tracing her hand over her eyes. “You saw something too?” Lottie nodded, tightening her fist back around Nat’s sweater. “Ok, well you’re safe here with me, alright? Nothings going to bother you here.” On one hand Nat desperately wished she could see and hear what Lottie did during these episodes but on the other hand a part of her dreaded the thought of ever knowing. Whatever it was without fail always left Lottie silent and small, it scared Nat to no end. At least she wasn’t crying anymore.

There was a knock on the door and Nat invited them in, looking up to see Mari holding out a pair of pink striped pajamas. Lottie looked up too, her body tensing at the sight of the items. She let out a visceral screech, hiding herself against Nat. “For fucks sake Mari, you know she doesn’t wear those anymore!” Nat snapped, instantly recognising the pajamas. “Go get one of Laura’s dresses.” Mari, confused and slightly irritated, turned on her heel. “You’re alright Lottie,” Nat cooed. Lottie had worked herself up again, rocking violently back and forth in Nat’s arms as hot tears dripped down her cheeks.

Patiently Nat brought her back down, pressing Lottie’s head against her chest until their breaths aligned perfectly. Shauna brought the pyjamas back in, one of Laura Lee’s old nightgowns. Lottie quickly snatched it up to her chest, clutching the fabric tightly. “Better?” Nat questioned, Lottie nodded. “Say thank you to Shauna, hm?” Lottie looked up, her face crumbling at the struggle to use her words in her regressed state. Instead, she made an arch-like symbol with her hand - neither Nat or Shauna entirely understood but they got the idea.

“It’s no problem Lot,” Shauna hummed softly, stroking the girl's damp curls before leaving.

Nat gently helped Lottie dry off before gently manoeuvring her arms through the dress. “There you go, you’re doing so well,” Nat praised gently. Noticing Lottie’s face was still frown riddled and teary, she decided it was time to cheer the girl up. “Why don't we go see if Van has a story for tonight?” Lottie’s face perked up quickly, she nodded. “Ok baby bear.”

Lottie grabbed on tightly to Nat’s hand as they shakily walked back into the main room. Most of the girls had split off to occupy themselves but Van was in her seat in front of the fire and Taissa was on the floor by her side. “Lottie was wondering if Van had a story tonight,” Nat asked gently, nudging Lottie’s side. Lottie nodded shyly.

“Of course I have a story,” Van smiled warmly, opening her arms up for Lottie. She dropped onto Van’s lap, curling her legs up and resting her head on Van’s shoulder - though she still kept her hand in Nat’s.

“I’ll be back soon, bear. Ma is just gonna go get some dry clothes on ok?” Nat whispered gently, prying her fingers free from Lottie’s grip. Her sweater had grown damp and cold from the struggles of bathing Lottie.

By the time she returned Lottie was slowly drifting off to sleep in Van’s arms while listening to what seemed to be Alice in wonderland. “I’ve got your blankie,” Nat hummed quietly, gently placing Lottie’s blanket - barely more than a worn slither of pale pink fabric now - into her hands. Lottie quickly tucked her blankie up to her chest before reaching back out, making sure Nat held onto her hand until she eventually drifted off to sleep in front of the warm fire.

#regressuary #sfw agere #fandom agere #little!lottie mathews #cg!nat scatorccio #yellowjackets agere #Yellowjackets age regression #age regression

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andromeda-galaxy2877 · 7 months ago

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Hiiiii I’m baaack because, as always, ur writing is lovely. Would you be so kind as to do 16 & 26, s’il te plaît? 👁️👁️

Hi again Ferr! I have more angst for you >:D

Once again, blood and death warning! (sorry guys Ferr brings out the worst in me /pf /lh /pos)

Link to original prompts below!

https://www.tumblr.com/promptsbytaurie/737257254775111680/dialogue-prompts-for-injury?source=share

16: “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise”

26: “[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

All he’d wanted to do was blow off a little steam, take some time out of the Lair. Away from his new responsibilities, away from the new and uncomfortable home they were renovating, away from his fights with Raph. All he’d wanted was peace and quiet.

And maybe a bit of fun. That was the whole reason Leo brought Mikey along with him; well that, and that he’d noticed his youngest brother looking a bit sad as Leo had stormed away from Raph.

So, Leo had gone to Mikey’s room, finding the box turtle hunched at his desk. Neon lights embedded in the ceiling of his train cart painted the room in a soft glow as he drew something— Mikey looked up the moment he heard Leo come in, his expression furrowed in confusion.

“Hey Mike.” Leo had begun with a big grin, hoping it would hide how his heart was racing. How much he was afraid that his recent attitude had driven more than one brother away from him. “Wanna come topside with me to skateboard?” It wasn’t like they had a ramp inside anymore.

After Mikey had agreed, Leo had anticipated a peaceful night. Hanging out with his baby brother, practicing tricks on their skateboards, maybe grabbing a pizza…

…Getting attacked by the Foot Clan had not been a part of the plan.

The two turtles hadn’t been expecting a fight, let alone such a sudden ambush.

Leo noticed Mikey had opted to use his skateboard as a weapon, flinging it around with his kusari-fundo. The slider chuckled as his little brother flung one of the foot soldiers clean off their feet and careening right into another.

“Nice throw, little brother!” Leo called, grinning as Mikey shot him a thumbs up. And then the box turtle’s expression did something horrible.

It twisted, horror sharpening— before he was suddenly at Leo’s side, shoving him with a scream to, “WATCH OUT!”

Leo hissed as gravel dug into his palms and forearms, stinging his scales. He pushed himself back up to a kneel, whipping around—

All the air rushed from his body. Shock settled into his bones, freezing him in place.

Mikey stood over him, his eyes wide. Staring down at the sword stabbing through his stomach— and then crying out as it was pulled out, falling to his knees then collapsing onto his side.

And Leo.

Saw.

Red.

…

…He wasn’t sure what exactly happened next. He vaguely recalled screams, flashes of blue portals and pink smoke, and then silence.

The only sound filling the dark skatepark was Leo’s heavy breathing. His breath hitched, swords slipping out of his hands and clattering to the ground as he whipped around, rushing back to Mikey’s side.

“MIKEY!” He screamed, crashing down to his knees and tugging his baby brother into his arms. The box turtle cried out, flinching as he was jostled.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry— hang on, just hang on—” Leo’s mind was scrambled. ‘Focus, focus, focus focus focus focus focusfocusfocusfocus— stop the bleeding.’ Leo fumbled through his pouches, practically ripping a pack of gauze out and pressing it to the wound.

Mikey whimpered, shuddering and curling closer to his big brother. Tears stung the corners of Leo’s eyes as he rocked them back and forth, pressing it down harder as the blood soaked into the spongy material— causing Mikey to scream.

“God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.” Leo breathed, shaking violently. He hit his panic button, heart in his throat. He’d never dealt with a stab wound like this before, not in this location. Not alone. “I’ll get you home, I’ll get help. Okay? You’re gonna be fine, Mikester.” ‘I can’t move him though, I can’t carry him that far like this, my ninpo was exhausted by that fight— I can’t—’

“Are you okay?” Mikey whispered, grabbing Leo’s bicep as he stared up at him with wild eyes. “Did you get hurt?”

“Did I—” Leo shook his head, a manic laugh escaping his beak. “Buddy, I’m fine. We gotta get you home, okay?”

Mikey hummed, his expression twisting. His scales were much paler than they should be, the gauze already leaking blood down his sides— ‘No, no no no no no NONONONONONO—’

“Leo…?” Mikey choked out, grabbing onto his shoulder desperately, fear overwhelming his weak voice. “Am I gonna die?”

“No.” Leo forced a reassuring smile onto his face. “No, no, no, of course not bud. Course not. You’re gonna be—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Mikey’s head gently thumped against Leo’s plastron. His hand slid off of the slider’s shoulder, hitting the ground with a dull thunk.

Leo was frozen. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t— he couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mike? Mikey, Miguel, come on come on—” Leo whispered, his eyes wide. He felt sick, bile rising in his throat and his lungs tightening at his baby brother’s continued stillness. “Mikey? Miguel, this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

…

Leo rocked the lifeless form in his arms slowly, feeling like he was underwater. Nothing from the world around him mattered anymore. The sounds were faint, his lungs were being crushed by the weight of his grief. The distant sounds grew louder— and then a blurry shape dropped to its knees in front of him, arms reaching out and ripping Mikey’s body right out of his hold.

Leo let them. He didn’t deserve to hold his baby brother anymore.

He faintly heard the sound grow more frantic, the shape slowly coming into focus. He first registered the green, then the purple— oh. It was Donnie. His twin was clutching Mikey close to his chest, frantically tapping his face as he kept screaming something. Leo had no idea what— all he could hear was ringing.

The screamed words turned into an anguished, single note as Donnie crushed Mikey to his chest, faint, piercing sobs breaking through the fog clouding Leo’s mind.

And then someone else stepped into view. Leo looked up at his older brother as Raph fell in front of him, staring down at Mikey with a look Leo didn’t even want to describe. Then he slowly turned to look at Leo, grabbing his shoulders.

He shouted something unintelligible. Leo didn’t react, blinking rapidly.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Raph screamed again, shaking Leo’s shoulders roughly.

Leo’s throat closed up. He couldn’t explain if he wanted to. He just stared at Raph silently as his big brother’s expression twisted, a horrible amalgamation of emotions swamping his face— but all Leo could see was the anger.

Leo flinched back, completely unnoticed by the others. ‘This is all my fault. If I hadn’t dragged us out here, he’d still be alive. This is my fault.’

The force of the revelation nearly crushed him.

What he heard next did.

“Can we— can we get him to the Med Bay??” Raph’s choked, hopeful, shaky question was directed at Donnie. The softshell didn’t respond, causing the desperation to rise in Raph’s voice. “Please, we gotta— he’s just a baby, please— Leo, Lee, we can get him fixed up, right?? He’ll be okay, right??”

Leo couldn’t breathe.

“Right…?”

…

#rottmnt #rise leo #rise mikey #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #so sorry I killed the baby #whoopsies

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maxicaiman · 1 year ago

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LOOK I HAD TO I ABSOLUTLY LOVE ENTRAP HES SO SILLY HES SO SILLY

IM GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY HOLY SHIT IM LOSING IT

Dude firstly I just love your style and secondly AUGHHHHH MY BOYYYYYY

I’m crying sobbing this is going in The Collection/pos

#maxicaiman #not my art #entrap transformers #entrap tfa #transformers #transformers oc #transformers animated #tfa

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dragon-creates · 1 year ago

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hey. I'm still mad at you. I'm still plotting revenge. But... *Grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you violently*

BESTIE. PICTURE THIS: FUNNYBUNNY X BARBIE AND THE MAGIC OF PEGASUS!!!

Can YOU SEE THE VISION BESTIE???????? CAN YOU?????????????????

IF YOU CAN'T THEN I GOT SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU SEE SHIT!!!!

IS THIS JAX AND POMNI (+ Ragatha) IN A NUTSHELL OR WHAT??? plus the fact that Ragatha will be Brietta, the sister that turned into a flying horse.

A FLYING... HORSE. RAGATHA LOVES HORSES, LET ALONE A FLYING ONE?????????

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH *implodes* /lh /POS /POS /POS /pos

I HAVE FINALLY ESCAPED THE CONFIDES OF MY CUSTOMER SERVICE JOB TO FINALLY ANSWER YOU BESTIE!!!!

I SEE THE VISION!!!!!!!

THEY ARE SO AIDEN AND ANNIKA CODED!!! THEY ARE ENEMIES TO LOVERS CODED!!!!!

AND BIG SIS RAGATHA MY BELOVED YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!

ONE OF MY FAV BARBIE MOVIES AS A KID WITH MY FAVE TADC SHIP HELL FUCKING YES!!!!

Very curious about what you would have done with me if I disagreed lmao.

(also someone help me she hasn't stopped shaking me for 8 hours/j)

#the amazing digital circus #funnybunny #dragon answers #dragon rambles

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miss2eldritch · 9 months ago

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HIII HELLOW I LOVE YOU /p AND YOUR STORIES!!! >_<

ILY /P TOO!!!!!!!!! *grabs u and shakes u violently/pos*

i'm in school rn send help

#silly #haii Yuri #one of my pookies found my tumblr

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ant1quar1an · 1 year ago

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[GRABS AND SHAKES YOU VIOLENTLY/pos]

GIVE ME YOUR WRITING ABILITIES, I LOAF YOUUUUU

LMAO WE CAN SHARE THEM IF YOU WANT

I mean I'm not The Best but I like my writing skills enough yes yes

YOU'RE AWESOME, TOO!!

#I have been shooken #/pos #You're genuinely super awesome as well

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fight-nights-at-freddys · 4 months ago

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GRABS AND SHAKES YOU VIOLENTLY/aff

RENGIYUU. I LOVE RENGOKU X GIYUU, AND RENKAZA. PUT AKAZA WITH RENGIYUU AND ITS BETTER, ITS ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH EXTRA STEPS.

RENGIYUU IS SO YAPPER X LISTENER, SUN X MOON, SUNSHINE X GRUMPY

THEY’RE SO FLUFFY AND WHOLESOME I CANNOT TAKE THIS

YESSSSS THE THREE OF THEM TOGETHERR AS WELLL!!!!!! ALSO WE LOVE THOSE DYNAMICS SM LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND THE OTHER JUST LISTENS BECAUSE THEY LIKE TOO RAHHHHHH/POS

#🧁🍕#Proship #pro ship #profiction #pro fiction #profic #pro fic #demon slayer

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fatuismooches · 2 years ago

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🎈 anon here im going to keep going on about pantalone with his darling who makes him handmade gifts (same thing not a request if i have a request I'll probably specify because im v worried u have too many and i dont wanna add to the pile :< so if i dont specify treat it like me approaching you in the middle of the night going absolutely insane about the silly little criminals in my computer, like grabbing u by the shoulders shaking you and everything) i had to put the brainrot in my notes app to finish because the Tumblr app is held together by glitter glue /affectionate

OK SO BACK ON MY INSANITY we're doing bracelets for this one too because im a silly little self insert enjoyer. so i was thinking about how u said he'd keep them in a little box and i just, went insane because it was so cute in my head.. Imagining him keeping them especially safe compared to his other jewelry, and while it's on display and he'd be a bit upset if they were taken by a disgruntled agent, he could just buy another one. Although if one of his darling's handmade pieces of jewelry were stolen he'd feel so bad for not only letting it get stolen, but knowing that you worked so hard on it for him but it got stolen so quickly :( He'd hire or personally look for it until the ends of the earth and if his darling found out and was like "i could've just made you another one he would be like, gothic bold font "no" and i find that really cute!! lonnie is such a cutie patootie i need to squish him!!!! Anyway i keep imagining him being so proud of seeing his darling improve as he keeps getting these cute gifts handmade from them.. ok but also what if his darling made a bunch at once and told him to close his eyes no peeking (how would that work actually his eyes are always closed uhh power of brainrot ig) and they put them all on him at once and he's like ":0" and he's super excited and and and (starts sobbing violently /pos) ALSO IMAGINE IMAGINE LIKE.. WHAT IF HIS DARLING GETS HIM INTO THEIR CRAFT TOO.... AND THEY WORK ON IT TOGETHER..... PLEASE I AM MELTING I AM GOING CRAZY anyway i love pantalone 10/10 would chew on him again also will update u if more thoughts infuriate my brain you are not safe from my brainrots they will haunt you forever <3

i know i specified earlier that im 🎈 anon but i feel weird without doing the little dash thingy so - 🎈

IM GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS SHAKING U AFFECTIONATELY AS WELL 🎈 ANON...

You're so right nonnie, bro's the type of guy to not bat an eye at his jewelry worth millions of Mora being stolen but then internally start panicking when he realizes something you gave him is gone. His brain is working overtime even more than usual trying to figure out how he's going to get it back. (And if he orders the regular Fatui to look for it, he gives them a look to not question him whatsoever on why he is so concerned about a not expensive at all handmade piece of jewelry as compared to literal gold <3) (From then on he's keeping your creations under severe lock and key, he's never letting that happen again, feels secretly guilty about that even though you weren't even mad 😭)

Reader: hey, don't feel bad about it! i can just make you a new one love-

Pantalone: 𝖓𝖔

And omg Loonie? For Pantalone? That's such a cute nickname I'm stealing that now 😭 Okay but consider: I think Pantalone kind of has like a business brain, meaning he's always thinking of lucrative opportunities and such. So for a split second he thinks hey... this is kind of a sweet business. But then immediately he perishes the thought because the idea of anyone else receiving your cute little handmade jewelry makes him unreasonably upset. Only he shall ever receive these from you and it will stay this way.

And omg yes he gets so happy seeing you improve 🥺 He kind of sees himself in you. Because he had to work hard to improve his own craft. And seeing you so happy while working on your stuff makes him so happy to <3 I hc him to be really good with his hands, so he'd actually be real eager to join you with your bracelet making (he makes one for you too and you refuse to take it off)

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #pantalone love notes <3 #i love self inserters with my whole being #the way u write pantalone is so <3 i want to eat him #no LITERALLY U MAKE ME SO HAPPY TO WRITE PANTALONE #also no one knows how closed-eyed anime characters see 😭

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