#NOBODY DIES

[bradleysass]

mistress, mistress, have you been up to the roof?

2.1k words. TW: Suicidal Ideation

Lily had always known. She had known since their fifth year, when James would watch Regulus from across the Great Hall, eyes soft with something unspoken. She had known when they were seventeen, and James had pulled her aside at a party, the smell of firewhiskey on his breath, and whispered, "I think I'm in love with him." And she had known on the day they got married. It never bothered her, because James loved her, too—just differently. They had built a life together, best friends before anything else, and that had always been enough. Until now.

Lately, James had been distant. He withdrew from their friends, barely spoke to Sirius, stopped showing up to Remus’ flat on Sundays for their usual game nights. The glow that had always followed him, the infectious energy that made James, well, James, was gone. It was like he had been emptied out, like the gears in his head had stopped working. And no matter how many times Lily asked, no matter how many ways she phrased it—“Jamie, love, what’s going on?”—he never gave her an answer.

And then one day, he never came home.

She had called his office first. They told her he hadn’t come in. She called Peter. He hadn’t heard from James in days. She called Sirius, whose voice turned sharp with worry.

And then, without thinking, she called Regulus.

It went to voicemail the first time, but she tried again, and on the second ring, he picked up.

"Lily?"

"Regulus, I—I need to ask you something. Have you seen James? He didn’t come home last night, and he’s been—he’s been off, lately. I’m really worried."

There was silence. A long, heavy pause, like Regulus was trying to piece something together in his mind. Then, his breath hitched.

"What?"

"I don't know where he is," Lily said, her voice cracking. "He's been shutting everyone out, and I thought maybe—maybe you’d seen him, or talked to him. Anything."

Another pause. Then Regulus whispered, almost to himself, "Oh my god."

"What? What is it?"

"The last time I saw him, a few days ago—" Regulus stopped, like he was sorting through his memories. "He was talking about that hotel. The one near the bridge. He said something about how tall it was. That it was easy to access the roof."

Lily’s blood turned to ice.

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Then, as if propelled by the same thought, they both moved at once.

"I’m going there now," Regulus said. "Stay on the line."

Lily was already grabbing her coat. "I’ll meet you there."

—

When Lily arrived at the hotel, she spotted Regulus immediately. He was standing near the entrance, hunched over slightly, his dark hair disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it in frustration. His shirt was rumpled, and the buttons near the collar were undone, as if he had hastily thrown it on before leaving. His usually composed expression was gone, replaced with something frantic, something raw.

Lily barely had time to register it before he turned and saw her.

"Did you check inside?" she asked breathlessly.

Regulus shook his head. "Not yet. I got here a few minutes ago. I—" He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was in the middle of something when you called. But none of that matters now. We need to find him."

Lily nodded, her stomach twisting into knots. Without another word, they pushed through the doors together.

The lobby was eerily quiet. The receptionist barely looked up from her desk as they approached.

Lily leaned forward. "Excuse me, have you seen a man with glasses, dark hair? He might have checked in or—or asked about the roof access?"

The receptionist frowned. "I’m not sure. But if he went up to the roof, the stairwell is at the end of the hall." She pointed past the elevators. "Security usually locks it, but sometimes guests slip through."

Regulus didn't wait for further explanation. He turned on his heel, heading towards the hallway at a near run, Lily close behind.

They reached the stairwell, and Regulus shoved at the door—it opened too easily, swinging inward. Lily felt her breath catch.

They took the stairs two at a time, neither speaking, neither daring to voice their fears. As they reached the final landing, the heavy metal door to the roof loomed in front of them, slightly ajar. A gust of cold wind swept through the gap.

Regulus swallowed hard. "James?"

No response.

He pushed the door open, and they stepped onto the rooftop.

The wind was sharp, biting against their skin as they stepped onto the rooftop. The city lights stretched out below, a dizzying array of gold and white. And then, at the edge—

James.

He was standing by the ledge, his hands curled tightly around the metal railing, knuckles white. Tear stains streaked his face, as if he had been there for hours, crying. His shoulders trembled slightly, his body swaying ever so subtly, and the sight of him sent pangs of pain through both Lily and Regulus.

Neither of them spoke at first. They didn’t want to startle him, didn’t want to push him further to the edge.

James was mumbling, his voice barely audible over the wind. "Lily deserves better... she always has."

Lily’s breath hitched, but she didn’t dare interrupt.

James continued, his voice cracking. "Regulus doesn’t need me. He never did."

Regulus clenched his fists at his sides. "That’s not true," he said softly.

James flinched but didn’t turn.

Lily took a careful step forward. "James, love, please... talk to us. We’re here."

James let out a hollow laugh. "You shouldn’t be. I’m just— I just make things worse. For everyone."

Regulus took a deep breath, stepping closer. "That’s not true, James. You’re everything to us."

James let out a shuddering breath, but he didn’t move away. It was a start.

Lily swallowed the lump in her throat, voice gentle but firm. "Come back to us, Jamie. Please."

For the first time since they arrived, James turned. And in his eyes, there was something fragile—something that, just maybe, could still be saved.

Lily and Regulus exchanged a glance, wordlessly agreeing to tread carefully. They tried everything—reminders of good memories, of inside jokes, of times James had pulled them both from their own darkness.

Lily stepped forward, voice soft. "Do you remember the first time you held Harry? You were shaking so hard, I thought you were going to drop him. But the moment he curled his tiny fingers around yours, you just—melted. I've never seen someone fall in love so fast. He needs you, James. We both do."

James let out a trembling breath, his grip loosening slightly on the railing.

Regulus' voice was quieter, but no less desperate. "I remember the night before your first Quidditch match as captain. You were so nervous, you dragged me out to the pitch at three in the morning just to run drills. You swore you'd ruin everything, that you weren’t good enough. And then you won. You always doubt yourself, James, but you always prove yourself wrong. You are so much more than your worst thoughts."

Lily took another careful step. "Remember when we made that awful bet with Sirius? The one where you had to dye your hair bright green for a week? You were so mad when you realized it wouldn't wash out. Harry wouldn't stop grabbing at it. You said you were never making bets with him again, but then the next week—"

"I did it again," James murmured, voice barely above a whisper. There was a ghost of a smile, the smallest flicker of something warm, before his expression collapsed again. "But that doesn’t change anything."

Regulus swallowed, stepping closer. "And do you remember the Astronomy Tower? That night when I told you everything—about my family, about the things I was scared of? And you didn’t run. You just held my hand and told me I was safe. You have always been the one to make me feel safe, James. Let me do the same for you now. Please."

James let out a shaky exhale, his hands finally releasing the railing. His shoulders sagged, as if the weight of everything was finally settling—but in a way that suggested he was still here, still listening.

Lily reached out, hesitant, and Regulus mirrored her movement.And slowly, step by step, James began to turn away from the edge.

But then, just as he took that step back, his foot slipped.

For a fraction of a second, time seemed to freeze. The world slowed to an agonizing crawl, the sharp intake of Lily’s breath, the way Regulus lurched forward, horror plastered across his face. And James—James felt the sickening weightlessness of gravity pulling him backwards, his stomach lurching as the ledge disappeared beneath him.

Was this it? Was this how it ended?

He saw their faces—Lily, her hand half-outstretched, her emerald eyes wide and filled with sheer terror. Regulus, who never let his emotions show, was completely undone, panic written into every sharp line of his face.

James didn’t want this to be the last thing he saw.

He squeezed his eyes shut, grasping desperately for a memory—anything warm, anything to take with him if this was truly it.

Hogsmeade. A cloudy afternoon. Sirius walking beside him, hands shoved deep into his pockets, talking about something James wasn’t listening to because his attention was elsewhere. Regulus, across the street, walking with Barty, looking unimpressed as always. James had whispered, "Finally making my move." Sirius had gagged but clapped him on the back anyway.

James had walked over, smug and self-assured, though his heart had been hammering. Regulus had barely glanced at him, but James had nudged his shoulder, grinning. "Thought I’d try my luck. Go out with me, Reggie?"

Regulus had scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Ask me again when hell freezes over."

James had grinned wider. "So you’re saying there’s a chance."

That was the first time he had ever made Regulus Black laugh. A small thing—more air than sound—but it had been real.

James clung to that memory, grasping at it like a lifeline—

And then his body jerked to a halt, his ankle caught in an iron grip.

His eyes snapped open.

Regulus.

Regulus was on his stomach, half over the edge, fingers digging into James’ ankle with desperate strength. Above him, Lily was crouched down, her hands gripping Regulus' waist to anchor them both, her face streaked with tears.

James was hanging off the side of the building.

The reality of it hit him all at once. The distant hum of the city below, the dizzying height, the sheer terror in Regulus' and Lily’s eyes.

Regulus’ voice was strangled. "I’ve got you." His fingers dug in tighter. "I’m not letting go."

Lily’s voice was just as fierce, but there was a tremble underneath. "James, please—don’t you dare let go."

James’ whole body trembled, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"James," Regulus gritted out, his arms shaking with effort. "I need you to—" He exhaled sharply. "You need to help me pull you up. Can you do that?"

James hesitated, fear locking his limbs in place. But then Lily leaned over more, voice breaking, "Come back to us, Jamie. Please."

That was all it took.

James forced his hands to move, scrambling against the concrete, trying to get a grip on anything solid. Regulus held firm, refusing to let James slip even an inch. With a groan of effort, Regulus and Lily hauled him back up, inch by inch, their bodies straining with the weight.

James' arms finally caught the ledge, and with one last desperate pull, he collapsed onto the rooftop, shaking, breathless, alive.

For a moment, none of them moved.

And then Lily threw herself at him, sobbing into his shoulder, fingers fisting into his jacket. "You absolute idiot—don’t you ever—ever—" Her words dissolved into a broken wail, and James felt his throat tighten.

Regulus wasn’t crying. But his face was pale, his eyes hollowed out with terror, his breaths uneven. He didn’t touch James, didn’t move closer—he just sat there, staring, as if he still couldn’t believe James was here.

James turned his head toward him, voice hoarse. "Reg—"

Regulus lunged forward, grabbing James by the collar and crashing their mouths together.

It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, messy, almost desperate—like Regulus was trying to breathe James back to life.

When they broke apart, Regulus’ forehead pressed against James’, his breath warm against his lips, voice shaking. "If you ever do that again, I will kill you myself."

James let out something between a sob and a laugh, his fingers weakly gripping Regulus’ shirt.

Lily, still clinging to James, let out a wet, breathless chuckle. "Yeah, what he said."

And for the first time in months—maybe even years—James let himself believe in the love he had always been surrounded by.

And he held onto it.

@samynnad102687 @greenlemon3102 @accio-sriracha

[saltedmess]

Squid Game — Neighbor AU

Gihun just moved into a new apartment. Little did he know, the salesman is actually the owner of the place — a man with many layers of secrets.

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[pearlsama]

this was a while back for a chainsaw man zine

[tickles-ivory]

[cndarts]

just want them to be happy :(

i imagine this in like 3rd year after a full moon and a quidditch match

[melsun7]

Argo II reunion !!!

(also, quick question, would anyone be interested if I made an insta or X account??)

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

I want to give each of the Nightmare and his gang headpats

If anything happens to Horror, I have leftover explosives. I haven't slept in two days and I fear no one, not even Reaper himself-

Nightmare's picture: (pat pat) Killer's picture: (pat pat) Cross's picture: (pat pat) Dust's picture: (pat pat) Dust's shirt: uranium tungsten uranium Reaper: hey, listen… i don't know who you're talking about. Reaper: hope your friend is okay, though. i don't like having to do my job… Reaper: (that's not a threat, i really don't enjoy it) Reaper: (pushing knife away) Horror: i'm fine, hope you get to sleep soon. Retail Worker's Nametag: Soup Retail Worker's Apron: generic store name here Retail Worker named Soup: (man i don't get paid enough for this)

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

New Irondad @sicktember fic tomorrow! (9/24)

Prompts used:

Alt 1 Hospital Bed

24 Tales From the Waiting Room

26 Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest

Summary: 

Summary: Peter Parker has enhanced hearing and Mr. Stark- Well, Mr. Stark has a heart condition.

Or: Peter hears Mr. Stark having a heart attack before Mr. Stark feels it. 

😈😘 ily3k

@pbpsbff

[evilhorse]

Nobody dies today.

(Batman #137)

[zakalwe-the-ninth]

Kiss prompt! I’d be interested what you’d do with either #49 or #42. But if those are both hard, you could try #22, which might be easier?

Lots of choice, thank you @lewistheeditor! Because I apparently don't like an easy life, I went with 42, 'out of pride'.

I'm not entirely sure this was what the prompt intended, but it's my interpretation!

The Spark - 1.3k words, Teen and Up, established relationship, no warnings, no angst, just introspective fluff!

The Rat’s Chamber is loud this afternoon; representatives of the city’s largest guilds are seated down one long side of the table, and each man studiously avoids looking at the axe buried in the lacquered wood before them.

Vimes sits alone, on the other side of the axe. Vetinari muses on the probable symbolism of this from his position at the head of the table, where he listens to the raised voices with increasing - yet well-concealed - irritation.

The argument has been going on for some time, and Vimes is getting laid into from all angles. He is, however, defending himself deftly against every accusation and thinly veiled threat that is lobbed in his direction.

He is lobbing a fair amount of his own back in return.

Vetinari would be willing to intervene, but he knows absolutely that to do so without invitation from Vimes would be highly detrimental to their…relationship.

The word relationship evokes an odd feeling within him. Vetinari cannot recall the last time he had cause to use it in regard to himself; at least, in the manner it refers to now.

That is, an intimate relationship.

Thinking of it in those terms gives him a small thrill, and as Downey demands to know what Vimes is planning to do about…well, something that evidently has him very irate, Vetinari wrestles a small smile to prevent it from taking over his lips. He leans forward and covers his mouth with his hand, as an additional layer of protection against intrusive glances.

He tries very hard not to stare at Vimes, ignoring the colour in the man’s cheeks and dilation of his pupils that indicate he is very much riled, and the clenched fists that show he is fighting every impulse to act on it.

But the image is reminiscent of seeing the man in other – more intimate – ways. The way he looks when Vetinari has him spread, flushed and dishevelled, on the bed. Or, on one memorable occasion, on the table before them.

The fingers covering his mouth tap distractedly against his lips.

Vetinari hears his name mentioned and briefly drags his focus back to the argument, but it seems no one is awaiting his input, so he returns his attention to Vimes.

He has to remind himself, sometimes, that Vimes was not born into this. He had no noble upbringing; no elite education. No upper-class role models to instil the confidence that comes from believing you are the most important person in every room.

Some element of it must come to him naturally, then, instead; ingrained within his nature. The people in this room are some of the most powerful individuals in the city, and yet Vetinari has never once seen Vimes intimidated by any of them.

By anyone, in fact. Not even Vetinari himself. Because even before he became part of the nobility, Vimes showed respect to authority only in a kind of abstract way; when it was required for him to keep his job. As an alcoholic, barely keeping himself out of the gutter, he would still go toe to toe with the likes of Rust and Downey.

On two very memorable occasions he has even arrested Vetinari.

A man who would arrest his absolute ruler; what could you do with such a man, if not elevate him? Execute him? Of course not; what a waste, that would be.

Vetinari listens to Vimes tear Boggis apart over a spate of unlicenced thieving, and muses that ultimately, he had to promote the man to give him a social status that finally matched the fire that burned within him.  

At times like these, Vetinari finds it fascinating to light the man’s touchpaper and then stand well back; a strange pride swells within him to see Vimes skilfully cut through the bluff and bluster.

He is filled, suddenly, with an urge to somehow convey that to Vimes.

Thankfully the meeting is coming to a close, or at least, everyone is finally tired of shouting at one another and has quietened down. Vimes seems to have won, but the others would undoubtedly insist it had not been a competition.

Vetinari raises an eyebrow and finally speaks. “Thank you, gentlemen. This has been…enthralling. I look forward to discussing it all again next week. For now, however, you may leave.”

There are glances exchanged at the abruptness of the dismissal, but no one is in the mood to argue further. The men get up and start to shuffle out.

“Commander, would you remain for a moment, please?”

Vimes frowns with suspicion, but stands still behind his vacated chair while the great and the good file out past him. He looks ready for round two and as soon as they are alone, he turns to the Patrician and immediately starts talking.

“Look, I’m sorry. But they were talking bollocks. Downey has been up my backside for weeks about that assassin I arrested, and Boggis needs to bloody remember who does the real policing in this city – ”

He stops then, because Vetinari has swiftly covered the distance between them and has a very distinctive look on his face.

“Ah…?” Vimes gets out, and then Vetinari is pressing him back against the table, one hand in his hair and the other gripping his hip to hold him in place as he kisses him.

Vetinari’s kisses are usually fairly reserved, to start with – though admittedly, they don’t tend to remain that way for very long. This one, however, starts out as anything but; it seems watching Vimes hold his own against the guild leaders has sparked something in him and so he kisses Vimes like he might be able to consume him.

Vetinari makes a mental note to examine that more closely, later.

Vimes is evidently surprised at the turn of events, but he always did adapt quickly. He takes a second to gather himself and then kisses back, leaning into the contact, his fingers clutching Vetinari’s hips tightly and pulling him closer.

They stand like that for a long moment, until Vetinari pulls back. They are in a public space, after all, and it wouldn’t do to get caught. That may give the guild leaders enough ammunition to come at Vimes in a way he couldn’t defend himself against. If that were to come to pass, Vetinari would be forced to intercede; Vimes’ pride be damned.

He is musing on this while Vimes blinks and gathers himself.

The man gives an embarrassed cough, his cheeks flushing. “Right. I mean, that was…unexpected. I thought I was going to get a bollocking.” He hesitates. “I mean, it was good, though. I’m certainly not complaining.” A small frown crosses his brow. “I thought you had a rule, no funny business at work?”

Vetinari raises an eyebrow. “What good is being a tyrant if you cannot break your own rules?”

Vimes just glares at him, and Vetinari sighs. “You handled yourself very well during that, Vimes. It merely spurred me to demonstrate my…appreciation…of you.”

The commander narrows his eyes. “I nearly launched Downey out of the bloody window.”

Vetinari smiles. “I am aware. And yet, you did not.” He feels instinctively that if he tells Vimes he is proud of him – not just today, but always - he will risk defenestration himself, and so he does not share that particular feeling.

Vimes grunts, but still looks suspicious. “Alright.” He looks vaguely around the empty room. “Don’t envy you dealing with this bunch every day.”

Vetinari puts his head to one side. “Some days they are easier to deal with than others, Commander.” When you are beside me, he does not say, and files that thought away for later consideration, too.

For now, however, Vetinari redirects the talk back to matters of state until Vimes is officially off the clock, at which point there is much less talking altogether.

[hersheysmcboom]

fnaf/gravity falls au challenge

Rules:

Micheal, Elizabeth and Evan HAVE TO be alive.

Stan pines has to be their new father.

Stan must say this upon meeting William Afton.

Stan: THE TAX COLLATOR, YOU FOUND ME!!

Michael MUST FACE CONSEQUEQUENCES FOR THE Bite for 83 (or if you want to go with canon gravity falls, the bite of 2010.)

Whether or not it takes place during canon gravity falls timeline is up for decision.

MICHAEL MUST APOLOGIZE THE EVAN FOR THE BITE.

MICHEAL MUST APOLOGIZE TO EVAN FOR BULLYING HIM

Micheal and Abby must be at least side characters

This quote must be included.

FORD: IF YOU HAD NEVER PICKED THOSE CHILDREN OFF THE TRACKS!, WE NEVER WOULD DRAGGED INTO THIS!, THE RIFT WOULDN’T BE IN DANGER!, BILL WOULDN’T BE FREE AND YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO PAY YOUR OWN TAXES!!, BUT YOU AND IT IS AND HE IS, SO YOU DO!!!

[scattered-dreamers]

Started on my TMA fix-it fic!!

Everything for the foreseeable future is going to be pre-canon since I haven’t finished the podcast yet.

Jon remembers everything but yes the ONLY one who remembers everything. This is set a year or so before Mag 001 - Anglerfish.

This will give Jon a chance to become closer with Martin. Jon will also use this chance to become friends with some different sources and other characters will show up as well.

He will also get some precautions put in place super early.

Nobody dies in this fic—Well, nobody important: no main characters, no side characters who were mistreated.

Nobody does but shit still hits the fan.

[saltedmess]

Squid Game Neighbor AU Pt. 2

Junho is assigned to be a guard in the building and to keep Gihun safe from any threat. Can you guess what — or who — is the threat who will haunt Gihun?

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[thebekashow]

Both arms cradle you now.

AN ARCANE AU

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CHAPTER 1

Vander's long fingers gently wrapped around both his girls, Powder and Vi. something was different about them, sure, but at least they were here now. Everything was going to be okay now.

"I can't believe that, you're here now." Vi whispers quietly as she slowly lets go, gently taking off her gloves. "It feels like a horrible nightmare. and yet. I'm not afraid.". The beast gently blew a cloud of air at Vi, before leaning in towards her.. "it's not a nightmare Vi. it's real." Jinx assured, holding her sister's hand. "It's a lot to take in," she said, before scoffing. "Believe me, I thought for sure maybe I was going crazy, and that the first time I saw him, maybe it was just my brain. trying to trick me again." she gently held the side of Vanders head, her eyebrows pressing together. "but the moment I touched him, the moment he said my name." she paused. Isha gently tugged at Jinx's hand, noticing her silence. "I knew then, after that, it was him. that he was real.. that he was alive."

Vi stared for a moment, into Vanders heterochromic eyes, before feeling his face. "..he looks so different." she whispered, her hand feeling the fur on his back before pulling away. Vander sniffed gently at Isha, tilting her hat with his nose in curiosity, a small giggle coming out of the child as she grasped her hat to her head. Jinx slowly looked over to her right, before noticing light coming closer, the lights from the mines glowing at the sound of heavy footsteps. "what is that.." Vi asked, putting on the gauntlets. "enforcers." Jinx mumbled.

"what?" "ENFORCERS! we need to get out now!" Jinx barked at Vi, before picking up Isha. Vander watched as Jinx began to run, Vi staring at the approaching lights before growling and preparing to fight alongside Vi. "Vi!" Jinx yelled, turning around. "how did they find you!" Vi asked, turning to Jinx. "I-.." Jinx paused, staring at Isha and Vander. "..I don't know! we have to run!"

"I am not running from Enforcers!" Vi yelled, looking back. "You can't fight them by yourself!" "Jinx, run!" "Vi, Please!" "Just go!" Jinx stared at Vi, disbelief washing over her as she turned to run, before hearing Vander grunt in annoyance. Vander grabbed Vi by the scruff, before fleeing, Jinx following pursuit. "Vander!" Vi yelled, as the group fled from the every approaching lights ahead. "STOP!" a man yelled, before bullets began to fire, causing Jinx to try and pick up her speed. "Damn it! they probably sent them after Vander because of what happened in Stillwater!" Jinx growled. "Stillwater?! what were you doing THERE?" Vi asked, staring at Jinx in disappointment, dangling from Vanders jaws. "oh ya know! hero stuff! getting an entire town out for supporting yours truly! and also because Isha got taken!" Jinx grinned. "need to know anything else, sis?" "you're unbelievable." Vi grumbled.

Vander growled before they all came to a dead end. "SHIT." Vi shouted, banging her fist on the wall. "There's no way out, it's nothing but solid stone!" "So what do we do now? if we're caught, they might either arrest us or kill us." Jinx said, looking around. "there has to be another way out."

The footsteps grew louder. and louder.

"STOP!"

"wait. I know that voice." Vi said, turning around. "It's your stupid girlfriend." "She's not stupid. or my girlfriend." "uh huh." "Vi?" "stay here. don't.. don't move." Vi said softly, backing away from Vander and Jinx. Jinx simply rolled her eyes, before sitting near Isha. "not like we have any other choice."

Vi rushed out, looking around. "Caitlyn?" She called out, before locking her eyes onto Caits. "Vi.." Caitlyn whispered, her eyebrows furrowed. "you.." "It's me cupcake." Vi sighed. "It's vi." Caitlyn started. "..are you. alone?" "yeah. I'm alone." Vi stared into those eyes. those bright blue eyes. "Why are you here, cupcake?" Vi asked, putting her gauntlets down. "Ambessa." "oh, so Ambessa sent you here?" "NO! ..no." "then. why are you here." Violet approached Caitlyn, her eyes darting for any enforcers. "Are YOU alone?" She asked, her eyes still looking for any sight of a weapon on either Caitlyn or guard. "No. They are right behind me.." Caitlyn nodded, her head tilting behind her to give a direction on where the enforcers are. "you hit me in the stomach with a fucking barrel." Vi growled. "You left me there. and you just. expect me to blow this over?"

Caitlyn grabbed Vi's arm, shoving her to a wall before whispering in her ear "Ambessa, I was listening in to her conversation and she.. somethings not right. I knew something wasn't right. but I." Caitlyn stuttered. "..she's planning something, and it's going to put everyone in danger. Signed. the beast. the shimmer. I didn't know how else to tell you without having a bunch of spies on my back." she whispered in Vi's ears. "..you punched me in the stomach with a barrel." "I wasn't.. I wasn't myself." "yeah, no shit. what now." "..you have to come with me in handcuffs." "what." "I can't go back empty handed! she'll know." "I.. okay." "Vi. I'm sorry."

Jinx drew her ear away from the conversation, before looking at Vander and Isha. "..it's fine. just stay put." Jinx whispered, putting her finger to her lips as she peeked out, the sound of handcuffs clicking as Vi grunts. "shit." Vander slowly stood up to look, before noticing Jinx gently nudged him back, shaking her head. "..they're taking Vi." she whispered.

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:D

first ever fanfic of arcane :3

[x-senon]

If they were alive [2]

[werewolves-and-winchesters]

Summary:

Gojo Satoru decides to spend the summer working as a lifeguard with his best friend Ieiri Shoko at a popular beach in Okinawa. He falls in love with a beautiful surfer. Based on artwork by Blargberries Lifeguard!Gojo and Surfer!Geto