#Singed is trying to figure out how to make a new body for Oriana

[higuchisora]

So, we all remember the infamous Flare Scene™. As I've stated in another post, I've been obsessing over it lately, and I realized I never talked about this though I thought I did. There's that part where Jinx goes "are you real?" when she sees Vi again, and we all know it's because she's been hallucinating and is so in disbelief that Vi could be there because she was supposed to be dead etc., etc. This is all super heartbreaking and the scene did put me out of commission for a while. But then I started thinking.

Jinx already has hallucinations of her dead loved ones- Vi included, if we remember the Dinner Party From Hell and how she "never truly died" to Jinx because she kept hearing her all the time, giving her advice and warnings and reassurances. But the point is, when she sees Vi again for real, Vi is obviously older, not at all like how she remembers her, which doesn't fit the pattern for her other hallucinations.

Even when they're scribbled out, Mylo and Claggor look exactly the way they did when she last saw them- the day they died. Vi doesn't fit that pattern because she's not dead nor is she a hallucination. But that's what got me thinking. What if Vi died that night with everyone else, just like Jinx had thought? Imagine her reaction if Jinx turned around and Vi was actually still 15?

In this AU I'd imagine that Vi was one of three things: 1- a hallucination, 2- brought back from the dead, or 3- stuck in the future via time travel. I'd prefer the third, because it would have a pretty neat explanation: Ekko brought her back by accident. As we know, in the game he has the ability to rewind time. But he's not a complete master, and the discovery was through an accident. So what if he has another one of these accidents and Vi winds up in the future?

This make for so much angst on all sides- Vi would be wondering where the fuck it all went wrong, Ekko would be conflicted about seeing what was basically a ghost in front of him, and Jinx would be conflicted about what Vi would think of her if she found out about everything/whether or not she should even tell her. And that's not even covering things like Jinx and Ekko looking at her and realizing how fucking tiny she is (like, wow. This kid even younger than them used to protect them? How in the world-), or- what I find most entertaining- Silco's reaction to her return. Like. His "from the dead?!" would be EVEN FUCKING FUNNIER for me and not gonna lie that's the most important part in my opinion.

And Jinx's reaction? If we thought she was unhinged now, imagine if she genuinely actually thought Vi wasn't real? If Jinx had pulled the gun on her like she did with that firelight girl? The utter shock Vi would be in, to see her baby sister in this state, older than her now and also trying to kill her? I'd imagine Ekko would have to step in again, but for entirely different reasons. And who knows what would happen this time around, with a Vi who doesn't know what happened with their family and Silco in that warehouse? With a Jinx that would do anything- anything- to recover the love and validation she lost the night she made that mistake and lost her sister? Or a Silco who realizes that not only does time travel exist, but a literal dead girl showed up and is now- somewhere with Jinx?

But then it also makes me think about the second one, the possibility of her being "brought back from the dead". Imagine a world where Vi had actually died that night- and Jinx might've even had proof? What if she'd seen her body? That night was already traumatizing enough, but that- that would be the rotten cherry on top of the shitty cake. If you thought her mental state was unstable now, this would definitely be the catalyst that would send her catapulting headfirst into "there's no saving her" territory WAY faster than all of the stuff of season 1 ever did. Because remember, Jinx's hallucinations of Vi had apparently all been auditory: when talking about how Vi "never left" in the dinner party scene, all of her examples were of hearing Vi, not seeing her. Which makes sense. Even if she knew objectively that Vi was dead, she never saw her. She'd have no corpse to attach a voice to, and even though she could've imagined her as she was when she last saw her alive, I think Jinx's particular kind of psychosis just doesn't really work that way, if that makes sense. If anything, I think it was almost her brain's way of protecting her in some strange fashion. Like seeing Vi well and truly dead, another voice amongst the chorus of accusations hissing at her, would've truly been the final nail in the coffin.

I think she'd be even less stable if that's even possible, though it might not be an outwards difference. I think Jinx's episodes and breakdowns would either be more volatile to the point even Silco is concerned, or more frequent to the point that some might not even know what she's like outside of those moments. And all the while, her guilt and grief and longing for her family would worsen, especially when concerning Vi, until it boils over into the territory of obsession.

So what if- (if you know about Warwick and Oriana, you know where this is going) Singed got his hands on Vi's corpse? I can't imagine Jinx would be happy about him desecrating her sister's corpse, especially not in this AU, but it made me imagine a Jinx with a goal beyond helping Silco achieve his dreams. We all know she loves him, but we also know that as soon as Vi came back into the picture Jinx dropped everything for even the possibility to see her again. Hell, her first assumption was that he kept Vi from her on purpose- there wasn't a single second where she gave him, the man who raised her these past 7 years, the benefit of the doubt. She didn't even consider that he might not have known. But I think if she had her way, they both would've been a part of her life, instead of just one or the other. So what if, in a world where she's much more obsessed with Vi and the past than before, Singed approaches a sad and desperate Jinx after another episode.

Maybe it's just after Silco has taken her in. Maybe it's some time later, once she proves her worth not only to Silco, but to others- like Singed- as the most direct line to Silco's ear. If you know about Warwick and more importantly Oriana, you probably could guess why he'd do this. But for those who are out of the loop and want to stay that way, all you need to know is Singed has every reason to want to... alter the human condition. So what if he approaches a desperate Jinx at one of her lowest points, and tells her all about what shimmer and hextech were capable of, and... made a deal?

She'd ask Silco for some favors (he's much more likely to acquiesce if she's the one making the request), cause general chaos, steal a couple things, maybe even provide a couple of corpses. And in return?

In return, he'd bring Vi back.

I can just imagine her sowing what appears to be random, meaningless chaos, until people notice the bodies that go missing. Sure, Jinx is a wild fighter, and a bomber on top of that- it's not unthinkable that you'd be unable to recover some remains every now and then. But it becomes a pattern- every time she shows up, someone goes missing. And more often than not, it's a particular type. Young, decently built (maybe even pink-haired) girls. Not a single trace of them can ever be recovered. Maybe once or twice, she's seen carrying them away. Eventually, things come to a head, as they must. Maybe it's Cait. Maybe it's Marcus. Hell, maybe it could be Silco, eventually too curious about what she's doing with all these bodies and killing all these people- some of which are enforcers - and running away with them.

But I think ultimately, it'll be Ekko and his Firelights. Either way, eventually a confrontation comes. Ekko gets to the lab, finally having traced or followed her there. He's got a million game plans, a million thoughts and sentiments, a million questions in his head. They all disperse the second he brusts into the room and finds Singed and Jinx, standing over a corpse with a million tubes in it.

Jinx would try to fight him on the spot, but Singed wouldn't want them endangering his experiments. And as angry as Ekko is, I think he'd realize how dangerous it would be to fight around all that shimmer. Who knows if one of them accidentally ends up ingesting some? So he starts off with words. She's killed so many people, and it's clear not even Silco knows why. Hell, some of them were his own people, and despite him protecting her from the consequences, even he's not happy with her at the moment because for once her chaos hasn't yielded any visible results. As far as he's aware. And that's when Jinx laughs.

She tells him she obviously has a plan. She needed those bodies for Singed. Why? She's genuinely surprised at the question. It's because she has to fix things, of course. Why doesn't Ekko understand? If this works, these people won't stay dead for long anyway. This would undo everything. She'd finally be forgiven. This is going to help. Jinx is going to help.

And then she'd walk over to a tank, the only one that's actually working, and pull back the cover. Inside is Vi, preserved as well as possible with what little resources they have. And then Jinx would sigh and caress the glass with a smile. Because after all these years, Singed was finally getting results. All these years, and she was finally one step closer to her dream. One step closer to fixing everything. Didn't he understand? She was finally going to help. She was going to bring Vi back.

Everything was going to be okay again.

[fluffy-marshmallow-heart]

Secret Studies ch.7 - Things We Do For Love

The Elementalist

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

Words: 1708

NSFW

Collaboration series between @dancetothestoriesinyoursoul and myself

Beckett accidentally announced his love in front of the entire school! Is it too late, or right on time?

Beckett was suddenly aware of all the pairs of eyes turned straight at him. Shit. Everyone heard that. I wanted her to hear it, not the whole damn school!! But we’re here so…

“You…what?” Oriana had stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him.

Beckett took a deep breath, looking down toward the ground, beginning to speak softly. “I love you, Oriana. You are everything to me. And I’m sorry for always pushing you away. I just…I love you.”

She stared at him, completely stunned.

  “I…I know this isn’t the most opportune time to tell you that, you’re clearly on a date…” He trailed off, looking at Everett.  He swallowed.

“But I’m standing here, in front of everyone telling you that I love you. So. Now you know.” A deep blush crept up his neck. “As people say, you left the ball in my court. And now, I’m passing it back to you.”

“You’re making a sports reference?” Everett asked incredulously.

“I’d do anything for her.” He replied, his eyes never leaving Oriana’s. “Please. Take the locket.’ He said softly.

“Oriana. What do you want to do?” Everett asked.

“Um…well, I just…you love me?” She was staring into Beckett’s eyes, trying to figure out where this was coming from.

“I do. With everything in me.” He murmured.

“Have you two been seeing each other?” Griffin seemed equally surprised.

“Yes.” Beckett said firmly. “All semester.”

There were collective gasps around the crowd that had gathered.

“How did no one know this? How did I not know this??” Shreya looked at her roommate in shock.

Ignoring her, Beckett took a step closer to Oriana. “All you have to do is say the words, and I’m yours. All of me, always. You’re my sun. You’re all I want. Will you have me, still?”

“Yes.” Oriana breathed.

“Can’t hear you!” Someone shouted

She let out a laugh. “Yes. Yes, Beckett, of course! I’ve always been yours.”

Beckett grinned and in a second, he had taken her in his arms, kissing her deeply, more passionately than ever before. “I love you” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you.” She whispered in response.

People were clapping and cheering, and the music started blasting again, everyone dispersing back to what they had been doing previously. Oriana and Beckett finally parted, gasping for breath. He went to pull her back in, but instead she smacked him upside the head.

“Ow!!” He exclaimed. “What was that for?”

“For taking so damn long to get your shit together.” She responded, then turned to Everett.

“Rett, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to mis-lead you, and I do have fun with you, it’s just…”

“Your heart wants someone else.” He said quietly.

Oriana nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

Everett smiled at her softly, then leaned in towards her, kissing her on the cheek. Beckett stiffened at the touch but said nothing, as Everett shook his hand next.

“You’re a lucky man, Beckett. Be good to her.” And with that, Everett disappeared into the crowd.

Beckett grabbed Oriana’s hand. “can we get out of here?” She smiled and nodded, and his heart fluttered by the warmth that was emanating out of her. He led her away from the party and ran back to his dorm, sneaking away like thieves in the night.

As soon as they were in his room, he twirled her around and pushed her back against the door, kissing her fiercely. She returned his kiss eagerly, and moments later they were naked on his bed. Suddenly, Beckett stopped his assault on her lips and pulled back, drinking in the sight of her. He light brown hair splayed out, her body begging him to be touched.

“Don’t stop.” She told him, her voice raspy with lust.

“I’ll never stop, don’t worry, but I want to savor this perfect moment.”

She giggled and reached out for him, pulling him back down on her. Their kisses slowed in pace, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths with their tongues, before Beckett moved to her neck, peppering it with kisses and gentle nips.

“I love you.” He breathed in her ear, and she moaned as he gently took her lobe between his teeth. With a featherlight touch, he skimmed his fingers over her face, touching her lips, then down along each breast, trailing a line down her stomach, finally reaching the apex of her thighs. Her back arched off the bed with a gasp and he gently circled a finger along her bud, using another to stroke along her folds.

“I’ll never get tired of how wet you get for me.” He murmured.

“Take me. Please.” She whimpered beneath him.

He stilled his fingers, then brought his hand up to cup her face. “There’s one thing missing.” He grabbed the forgotten necklace and carefully placed it around her neck, clasping it securely. “I want you to wear this, always.”

“It’s not another tracker is it?” She asked.

Beckett chuckled. “I have never ‘tracked’ you, Ori. The spell I used alerts me to when you’re in danger and brings me to you. If you hadn’t been in danger, I wouldn’t have known where you were. And this locket…” He traced his fingers along it delicately “…Also has magic within it. But you’ll have to open it.”

“Speaking of open…” Oriana had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she opened her legs wider for him. He grinned, a blush spreading on his face, and slowly he slid himself inside her.

“I missed you. I missed feeling you in me.” She moaned, as he grunted in the pleasure of her warmth. He captured her lips again in a searing kiss as he gently made love to her. They’d been together many times before, but this felt different. This felt like a declaration of love, like every need either of them ever had before was being fulfilled, as if they were two halves of the same person. They made love long into the night, never rushing, taking the time to truly pleasure each other, the moon shining brightly through the window as their cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls.

“You what?” Oriana said staring wide-eyed at Beckett.

Looking down at his feet nervously Beckett pushed the locket into Oriana’s hand speaking so softly it made her smile.

You’re such a dork, my dork…but still a dork.

Laying intertwined in the sheets, her head resting on Beckett’s chest Oriana thought back to that fateful night, while gazing happily at the open globe in her hand “To my Sunshine that makes the wildflowers grow.” Daintily engraved on a group of wildflowers reaching up towards the sun while the ever so protective serpent slithered in corkscrewed circles.

I can’t believe he made this all out of metal…for me.

“So, does that mean you like it then?” Beckett’s asked, a smile evident in his voice.

It had been almost a week since the night of the party where Beckett blurted out his love for Oriana. After one slap upside Beckett’s head and profusely apologizing to Everett the pair snuck away like thieves in the night to Beckett’s dorm where they had yet to leave.

“The metal I used was from the pendant I wore that day in the library after you set my jacket on fire. I sort of,” he said pausing a moment smiling shyly “kept the melted scrap it made.”

 Oriana drew lackadaisical patterns on Beckett’s chest “you are a total marshmallow Beckett Harrington.”

I’m your marshmallow.  

Beckett grinned bashfully “not so loud we wouldn’t want to tarnish my reputation.”

Although for you, I’d do anything Ori.

“Riighht,” Oriana said as she snuggled in against his side “how did you even manage to make this?” she asked tucking the locket safely back into her shirt.

A cherry colored blush crept across Beckett’s face “not all magic Is done with hand signs or is spoken.” Propping himself up on his elbow Beckett took a deep breath as his chestnut colored eyes hid behind a sheer metallic overlay.

Looking around the room he noticed a small metal pen laying on his desk, turning his metallic gaze toward the pen it began to unravel before Oriana’s eyes. The once solid pen now liquefied, dancing in methodic patterns before settling into a beautiful flower in the palm of Beckett’s hand.

“For you milady,” he said holding the flower out to her, the silver glint receding from his eyes.

Oriana blushed a deep shade of red as she took the flower, examining it “is there anything you can’t do?”

“Apparently, I’m really bad at stating my feelings for others,” he said, before they both burst out laughing.

“Ori?” Beckett said after a moment.

“Yeah?” she replied.

“it wasn’t that I didn’t want you until I saw you with Everett you know. I thought” he paused for a moment “I didn’t want my mother to know who you were to protect you. I feared if she dug around she’d discover you were new to this” he gestured around him “world, she’d see that as both an opportunity to take you away from me and a way to remove an academic threat.”

“Oh, Beck,” Oriana said hugging him “I wish I would have known, I was assuming you were ashamed of me.”

Beckett wrapped his arms soundly around Oriana “I was just as foolish. I should have just told you the truth, but if I’m being honest, I was afraid that you’d take one look at my family and run in the other direction.”

“I’d never run away from you,” she said cupping Beckett’s cheek in her hand. “Maybe singe off one of your mom’s eyebrows…but you’re stuck with me, sorry to tell you.”

“How will I ever survive now,” Beckett said sarcastically.

“I think I know,” Oriana said pulling her lips to meet Beckett’s as she pressed him down onto the pillows.

Wrapping his arms around her Beckett pulled her down, encasing them in his sheets, showering her face in kisses before moving to her neck and deepening each kiss as he trailed down to her chest.

Mine. He thought. All and only mine.

“Ori” Beckett said, briefly stopping. “You’ll always be my kind of perfect.”

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It’s Just a Little Practice

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

                         ― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

Now Playing: Oriana by Roger Zarzour

Dina was hungry and she still had things to do so she left Jasper alone back home. She figured it didn’t really matter what happened to him. If he died then she wouldn’t have to worry about killing him herself and if he turned then she wouldn’t have to worry about killing him because he’d be like her. It was a win win situation. She was bringing a snack home so if he was awake when she returned then he could feed and there you go. Problem solved.

She had learned a new trick recently and she was unbelievably excited to begin practicing it so she went about her day like normal. Beginning with a trip to the library where she picked up a book she needed to complete her history paper and then that afternoon wandered around the mall to have a quick pick me up while she people watched. People were fascinating to begin with but even more so when you were undead and thinking of them as nothing more than cattle. She ended her day out on the town with a caffeine pickup at a cafe that does small shows in the evening hours so it was equipped with a stage that sat off to the right of the counter.

Lucky for her that tonight there were no performances lined up and so it was easy to take over the building and claim it as hers for the evening. The redhead moved from person to person within the cafe, there were only ten at the moment including the three working behind the counter and she looked them each in the eye and murmured a few simple commands.

Don’t scream. Don’t try to escape. Watch and enjoy yourself.

She wanted to enjoy herself too but ultimately she wanted them to too, she was being awfully nice considering how this was ultimately going to end for them all but she was trying to be nice. Weird, right? It sure felt weird but it also oddly felt way more satisfying than just snatching and sucking them dry before ditching their corpses.

Flipping the sign to closed and drawing the shades she dimmed the lights before hooking her iPod to the speaker system. She tapped play and her weekend dance playlist began blaring through the building while she shimmied around the tables the patrons were sitting around and singing to the music. One of the few females there caught her eye, she was dark haired and short so Dina was instantly reminded of Cienn and it annoyed her. She carefully stepped up to the table and slid into the seat in front of the girl with a rather sweet smile on her face.

“Give me your wrist.” The girl hesitated and in a flash the immortal teen had her arm within her iron like grip and was yanking her forward so they were looking into one another’s eyes. “Don’t move.”

Then she struck. Fangs baring right before they disappeared into the girl’s throat and she started to gulp. After a few minutes she forced herself to pull away and then erupted into loud laughter as the girl continued to just sit there quietly while terror danced in her eyes. It was such a lovely sight and she enjoyed it immensely. Releasing her hold the teen stood up and wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger before wiping it clean on the girl’s shirt.

A new song began to play and her hands clapped together with a squeal, “I love this song!”

Racing to the stage she grabbed the microphone, foot tapping to the beat and began belting her heart out like this was karaoke and all the people sitting around were her best friends. “It’s going down, I’m yelling timber. You better move, you better dance. Let’s make a night, you won’t remember. I’ll be the one, you won’t forget. Ooooo, ooooo….”

She lifted her hands above her head and began to clap along to the music and a few people in her audience began to clap along with her and she grinned a bloody fanged grin, hips moving to the beat as she continued to sing along. Dancing was her life and it made her feel alive even now in death. Undeath? Whatever. Pulling the microphone from the stand she began to twirl around the tables, hooking her arm with one of the few guys still standing as the lyrics said to swing your partner round and round, releasing him as soon as the line was over to send him flying head over heels into a nearby table.

She dropped to the floor and rose back up with a wink before jumping up onto the counter, kicking the register across the room along with the various jars and canisters so she would have more room to move. Performing the exact same moves as the girls in the music video she glanced around the room with a smirk. “You better dance,” instead of singing it was spoken like a command and immediately the entire room got to their feet and began dancing with her so of course she had to jump down and get in the center of it all.

Nobody could have the spotlight but her after all. She was the star.

Laughing as if she didn’t have a care in the world she spun on her toes and popped her hips as she dragged her claws across a redhead’s face, that was sure to scar. Whoopsie. When the song ended she leaped at one of the guys and he lifted her up into the air as she giggled. Dina was having the time of her life but sadly it was about to end for the rest of them. They weren’t going to be so fortunate. Looking down at him she suddenly covered his mouth with hers, biting into his lips and tearing them right off his face but he couldn’t scream, none of them could because they had been told not to. He fell to the floor gurgling on his own blood, choking to death in a matter of minutes.

It was about to be a bloodbath. How fitting that Oriana began playing right in this moment. It was like a dance as she moved from person to person, the violin playing in the background. The guy was forgotten as she pounced on the girl who reminded her of Cienn and grabbed her head with both her hands before violently wrenching it from her shoulders and getting bathed in blood. The rest of them couldn’t stop dancing and it was like a macabre ballet at this point. Dina twirling on her toes as they spun around her.

It was beautiful.

She moved onto a tall blonde and transformed into a wolf before pouncing on her and ripping her face right off before moving on to tear her limb from limb. Pieces of flesh flew in every direction and blood was beginning to coat almost every surface around them. Transforming back into her regular form she went running at the next person, her arms wide open as if going in for a hug but the second she was close enough she clapped her hands together with their head between them and watched as their brain came shooting out of the top of their head with a gleeful smile.

She was having so much fun and all the blood was making it incredibly easy to slide across the floor and so she slid right up behind her next victim and performed a pirouette, as she spun around and around she suddenly extended her arm, fingers elongating into claws and with another spin they sliced right through the boy’s neck. She proceeded to kick the boy’s head as if it were a soccer ball before leaping across the floor and landing gracefully on her feet. She was officially halfway done with her killing spree and the song wasn’t even at its midway point.

She was getting excited in ways murder shouldn’t excite someone and her hands trail up from her thighs, over her stomach, between her breasts before sliding through the crimson staining her own throat with a sultry moan. “You are all...so... much...fun!”

Then she was back at it and she leaped from table to table before finally kicking a chair across the room so it shattered against the wall and with super speed she had grabbed two splintered chair legs and thrown them at a pair dancing together in the corner. Both were speared through the back and she managed to even pop one’s heart right out of their chest and they collapsed to the ground instantaneously. Only three remained and she had special plans for them.

Darting behind the counter she fixed a cup of steamed milk that was past the point of boiling and shoved it into one of the cafe workers hands before staring him in the eye. “Chug it.” Unable to resist he immediately brought the scalding liquid to his lips with shaky hands and began chugging the milk. He didn’t even make it halfway through before he passed out, the cup being dumped across his face as his head bounced off the wooden floor. The next item she produced was a knife she had snagged from the back which was flung in the direction of someone’s eye, she never missed her mark and it hit. Another one bites the dust.

The song was nearing its end and she had one person left. “Only one remained,” the redhead singsonged condescendingly, practically salivating at the fear radiating from the female around her age.

Turning to mist Dina reappeared behind the last girl and then promptly snapped her neck, gaze looking straight ahead with a sinister grin on her ruby lips as the body dropped to the ground. The song ended shortly after. She had slaughtered this entire cafe in less than three minutes. That was a new record for her. Kicking the body out of her way her clothes began to morph around her body and gone were the blood stained rags; replaced with a long flowing blood red dress that pushed her breasts up and revealed the majority of her legs. She began walking around to survey the damage she had made and tutted under her breath.

“Such a mess. Whatever will I do…” Moving into the back she whistled a cheery tune as she cranked all the ovens on but didn’t light them. How convenient that they would have gas ovens.

Moving back into the dining area she took a seat and scrolled through her email as she finished a cup of blood. She had come here for a snack and a snack she will have. Once she could smell gas and it masked the stench of blood she finally grabbed her iPod and dropped it back into the bag she had left on the stage. It was time to go. Before actually leaving she rummaged around in the bag and produced a matchbook she had snagged from the bar down the street, she struck it in such a way they all erupted into flame and then flicked it in the direction of the kitchen before using her speed to bolt out the front door.

The moment the matchbook hit the floor outside the kitchen entryway the gas caught on fire and the two ovens exploded, the building catching on fire as Dina walked away from the carnage without a glance back. Ginger hair was tossed over her shoulder and giggles fell from her lips. There would be an array of cops arriving soon, people were already beginning to spill into the street to watch the flames in horror so she needed to put some distance between her and the ‘accident’. Slipping into a dark alley her wings sprouted from her back and she took off into the night sky to find a nice plump human to bring home with her.

Time for a little bit of snatch and grab.