#The pink clouds match jinx blue ones :((

[odysseydex]

THEY JUST CASUALLY DROPPED VI’S WHOLE BACK TATTOO??? HELLO????

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 9

NSFW prompt: lactation

Jinx X Akali

Blowing up Singhed's lab had been a no-brainer for Jinx. And of course Akali had been with her lover (even if she silently thanked the man for giving her mate another chance to live).

A thing they hadn't taken into account though was the amount of different chemicals and fumes of finished and unfinished experiments the explosion would blast into the Zaunite air.

One of these fume clouds hit Akali full on. She immediately started coughing and sputtering, falling down on her knees. Jinx was with her in an instant, pulling her away.

"No, shit, fuck, breathe! Come on you need to breathe, now, please" she held her girlfriend's arms up and frantically patted her back.

After a few labored breaths finally air came easy again and the ninja could sit up on her own again.

They left the premises as fast as they could to be gone when the enforcers would arrive.

The incident made Jinx clingy, constantly checking in on Akali, feeling her pulse, demanding to hear her heart and breathing.

"I'm fine! Just a little irritation, but there's nothing wrong with me!"

"I hear you and I choose to ignore what you say. You don't know that freak like I do. He sold weapons to Noxus! You could fall ill or die any moment!"

"I won't, ok? But if I have so much as an itch I promise to tell you, ok?"

It was late in the evening, when the discomfort started. But Akali was used to enduring, so she shrugged it off and went to bed.

Until she woke up in the middle of the night to an aching pain.

Her hissing alerted Jinx who was worried "What is it? Pain? Where?"

"My.. my tits hurt like they're goin to burst."

The bluenette flicked on the light and looked at her. Her eyes widened "Damn, they look… big"

She pulled the blanket down but stopped her movements when she could see her lover's top.

"Toots, you're wet, I think?"

Akali carefully touched one of the wet spots on her shirt. She looked at her fingers, then smelt on them.

"Smells like…" she licked her fingertip "...sweet… milk?"

"Can I?" The tinkerer asked and pulled on the hem of Kali's shirt. A nod was the answer, so she carefully pulled it up and over her head. The cool air and Jinx's ever cooler hands were soothing the pain at least a bit. She lightly massaged the unusual big breasts.

"Jay, that helps, but… that stuff needs to be out of me or I'm gonna explode!"

"How?"

"I don't know and I don't care… But if we don't find a way soon, I'll get a kunai and cut a hole!"

"Okay, it's bad, I get that! No hole cutting tho, I… I'll find a way, lemme just…" pink eyes quickly scanned the dimly lit room. Then fell back on Akali's breasts. Her eyes lit up with an idea and she sat up, back to the headboard. Carefully she pulled Kali up to straddle her.

"What are you doing?"

"Helpin ya" She pulled her love close and slotted her mouth gingerly around one of her pained nipples. She sucked, softly at first, but when she heard a relieved moan, harder.

"Fuck, Jay, I… feels so good" when she looked down she caught Jinx staring up at her with a heated need.

She carefully pulled the blue haired woman off her and towards her still tender other side. Without prompt she latched on.

With the pain now subsiding her moans shifted from relief to arousal as well.

She pushed Jinx's crop top up to gently caress her tits too and felt her moan around her tender flesh.

Jinx hand found her way into the others underwear to find her already wet. Without ceasing her sucking she started fucking her with a slow and gentle pace.

Akali nearly lost her mind under the doubled sensation. The only thing she could think of was sharing this moment with her love, so she pushed the other's drenched panties aside and pushed two fingers in in one swift motion. She tried matching her rhythm as best as she could, but the engineer's moans on her chest had her stuttering in every motion.

They came together, trapping each others hands inside them as waves of pleasure washed over them.

[needanaccount2readarcaneposts]

It's because the writers see Jinx as now freed of Silco, who was the cause of all her problems, and want her to return on some level to being Powder.

They couldn't have Jinx without the blue cloud tattoos; they're a very visually distinct part of her design. I expect that Fortiche were behind matching up the blue explosion to the blue tattoos - you know, since it makes perfect sense that as she adopts the identity of Jinx, born from this incident, that she'd tattoo it on her body. Amanda, however, is happy to encourage the interpretation that those clouds aren't at all about Jinx, or her Jinxness, or the 'abandonment' that creates her bond with Silco. It must instead be about the flare (that she had no way of knowing was blue) and her connection to Vi (whom she spent the past seven years being triggered by/gunning down lookalikes/etc).

It's fine! It's ambiguous. ;)

But the pink bullets? Something that actually tangibly memorializes her grief and guilt over Silco's death; the care she had for him; a symbol of the time she spent with him? Powder blue clouds and Jinx pink bullets, in one unified design?

No, leave those out, thanks.

(And cover up the clouds a bunch with Firelight spraypaint in the finale. Because she's Saved™ now.)

and another reason why I'm very sus of s2 is that in s1, post blue explosion that killed Mylo and Claggor, Jinx gets blue clouds tattoos. And then they have her kill Silco with pink bullets.

Oh, look at that, lol Jinx design has tattoos of both blue clouds and pink bullets? interesting.

and then they don't do it. smth that in s1 seemed like a perfectly fit together puzzle just doesn't have a follow up in s2. ig that must have been an example of Fortiche doing their own thing and they were the ones who put all this thought into designing the characters and the writers never noticed so they didn't take this into account when writing s2? ig they just looked at Jinx's design and thought the clouds were just a random cool detail? but no, bcos I remember Amanda responding to a fan asking if the tattoos represented the blue flare and she said she liked this interpretation, meaning that that was not the original intention. so were the writers in on ideas behind the character designs or not?

if the tattoos didn't represent the flare then did you mean they represented the explosion or did you mean they represented nothing, Amanda?

[st4rg1rl-yana]

Rockstar Jinx x FemReader!

a/n this was really fun to make hope ya like it <3

She’s the lead singer/songwriter in the infamous upcoming heavy metal band ‘Kids of the Underground’. Vi and Ekko are there too, Vi the drummer due to her need the hit things. Ekko in my mind is the guitarist hitting every sick guitar rip you could imagine source- just trust me bro.

On stage is Jinx’s element, where she feels most herself without judgment stares or the compelling voices in her head. The nerves never fully settle though, getting the best of her during their practice sessions or while running around backstage minutes before the show looking for her lucky bracelet. One that you’d gifted to her before her first show and she’s worn ever since.

You’d sit with her in the practice room, she’d be hunched over with her songbook in hand while unconsciously biting the end of her pencil. It was just the two of you tonight everyone else over home for the night.

“Ugh! I’m done! This is the end of my career Sugar!” She groaned throwing her head back against the couch. You sat on the ground next to her nuzzling into her thigh and caressing her calf.

“How about a break, lovely? We can get Jericho’s my treat” You hummed as her nails ran through your hair, scratching at your scalp. She giggled getting up and helping you to feet. “You really know how to make a girl feel better don’t cha Pumpkin”

The bouncers of venues would already know you and your crazy blue haired girlfriend. She’d be joking about the bouncers saying they were like those guards outside the queens castle never moving or uttering a word. Only communicating in annoyed grunts or shoves.

“Trinket! I swear he moved this time!” She said as you pulled her away from the bald security guard.

“I’m sure he did, love” You say giggling as she turned around to stick her tongue out him. Getting him to scoff at her antics and shake his head before turning to the growing crowd behind him.

“See, Toots! You missed it!” She boasted laughing all the way back to her dressing room. There you’d help her into her punk fit for the night. Her sleeveless cropped band shirt exposed her alluring cloud tattoos complimented by her black ripped pants that hung loose on her hips despite the spiked belt and chains. They were splattered with blue, green, and pink paint doodles done by none other than yours truly.

Matching the outfit off were her signature, signature meaning she only had only pair and refused to get another something about them being good luck, platform combat boots with mix matched neon laces and various spiked assortments.

“You gonna do great tonight, Jinx” You smiled down at her while neatly braiding her long blue locks. She’d been sitting in your lap nervously humming the lyrics to her songs, her fingers tapping the beat of them along your thigh.

“Ya think so, Sweets?” She titled her head back to look at you, closing her eyes when a soft kiss was placed to her forehead.

“I know so, Blue. Got your good luck charm?” She turned this time, her arms wrapping around you and her face hidden in your chest.

“Yup! Right here!” She giggled cuddling into your chest placing sweet kisses against your neck.

“You’re all the luck a girl could need, Sunshine”

[heartfairy]

Snowy Play Fight

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “Vi and you decide to have a lovely and fun afternoon in the fresh snow.”

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4,2k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: established relationship, playfulness, playfight in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, toothrotting fluff, lord of playful banter, reader gets a cold, Vi doting on her girlfriend, lots and lots of kisses, lots of cuddles.

⟶ A/N: a fluffy fic with no smut for once! I can’t believe… who am I???? anyways you remember when I said that the previous fic was a filler fic??? WELL as I was talking to @piltoversapphics we kinda started rambling about how we need more soft fluffy Vi fics in the snow… so this is also???? soft fic before the OVERFLOWING tooth rotting fluffy smut part you’ll get afterwards. I want to also thank @ma3mae for brainstorming and fantasising with me as well! and as always @syddsatyrn and @saenaoin 💘 I hope you enjoy this uwu

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“God, it’s so cold… thank god I’m wearing a warm jacket and my gloves…” you say as you try to keep your teeth from chattering, pulling your black fluffy beanie over your ears.

You’re both outside your apartment building, the streets and the roofs are covered in snow. When you opened the curtains of your bedroom this morning you squealed, so happy to see it's snowing. You always loved snow, it makes you feel like a little kid all over again. But as you step out in the streets you forgot to remember that you only like snow when you’re looking outside your window.

“And thank god for your fluffy beanie and scarf!” Vi adds while she smiles down at you.

She’s also wearing a beanie over her head, some of her side swept bangs sticking out of her grey beanie. A thick dark pink scarf is hanging around her neck, which almost matches her hair, the one you once gifted her on christmas. The rest of the clothes she’s wearing are a light grey hoodie underneath her signature jacket, dark blue jeans, her signature boots and last but not least, some fluffy gloves. She looks so cute it makes your cheeks blush.

You see her observe your form for a moment before holding out her hand for you to take.

You’re wearing a black beanie, some dark brown gloves and a scarf to match, a beige cable knit sweater, some brown jeans and your favourite pair of docs. On top of your outfit you’re wearing a long khaki green trench coat with some wool stitched inside.

You quickly take her hand and you lean your head against her upper arm as you walk through the snowy streets.

There’s children and young couples playing in the snow, and you can hear laughter all around the streets. Some of the children are even trying to make a small snowman. The atmosphere is very light and playful.

The cold wind is brushing against your face, a tingling feeling awakening, your cheeks and nose are becoming rosy from the cold. You look up at the grey clouded sky as snowflakes fall from the sky. You enjoy the warmth of Vi’s body temperature radiating off on you, and you nuzzle your face against her shoulder as you sigh happily.

“What’s up cupcake?” She says as she presses a soft kiss against your temple that’s covered by your beanie. You smile at the gesture, looking up at her.

“I love spending time with you, that’s all.” You say shyly and you feel her lean down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek making you blush instantly at the feeling.

“I do too,” She nibbles on your cheek, making you giggle and squirm away from her, both of her hands keeping your body close to hers as she continues to kiss you all over your face. Eventually she pulls away as her eyes glint playfully while she smiles down at you. “You have the most beautiful smile ever.”

“Aw Vi baby, thank—” you’re suddenly cut off by a loud excited scream.

“VIIIIIII!!! Y/N!!!” You don’t even have to turn around because you already recognise the voice and you’re met with Jinx running towards you both. You could see Ekko a bit further away shaking his head in amusement.

Jinx engulfs you both in a hug and you laugh softly as you both hug her back. She doesn’t let go for a while and then when she does you notice Ekko standing next to Jinx.

“I’m glad you finally got out of your apartment even if it’s probably just for one day!” She says teasingly. Your cheeks heat up at her comment.

“Now, Jinx—” You’re about to correct her when you hear Vi laugh.

“Powder, you know that’s not true.” She says as she ruffles the hair of her sister.

“Okay, okay whatever you say sis!” Jinx rolls her eyes playfully with a big smile on her face. You shake your head as a smile plays on your face before Vi and you greet Ekko. You’re both catching up, talking for a while before Ekko looks at you with a small grin on his face.

“So… are you guys here to play in the snow as well?” He questions with a teasing smile.

“Uh? I mean… We can if you want?” You say smiling back at him.

“You know,” Ekko says before walking backwards with his hands on his back. Jinx quickly catches on to what Ekko is doing and a mischievous smile spreads on her face. “I love that you said that, because… Now I can do this!” He says the last part a lot louder before he throws one snowball into your direction. Your eyes widen and you shriek trying to dodge the snowball coming into your direction but it still lands on the top of your head. Ekko yells triumphantly because he was able to hit you with his snowball and Jinx slaps her hands against her knees, laughing.

Your mouth hangs open shocked and you hear your pink haired girlfriend giggling next to you. You turn your head slowly into her direction while playfully narrowing your eyes at her. “What’s so funny?” You say as you cross your arms against your chest and give her a playful but serious look.

“Oh just that you got hit with a snow—” She can’t finish her sentence before she’s hit with a snowball herself, against her head. You cover your face trying to hide your silent giggles.

Vi moves her head quickly to see Ekko smirk while Jinx continues to laugh. “Alright, this is war!” Vi screams as she grabs your hand, running in the crunchy snow. The other two misfits’ eyes widen and they run away. All of you are laughing as you and Vi are trying to catch up to them.

The four of you play in the snow for a while, Ekko and Jinx making one team while Vi and you make the other team. You’re all on a large open field now, in some park, where other kids and young adults are also playing in the snow. Both teams tried to make a small snow fort, to protect yourselves from the opposite team.

Both of your heads peek above your fort, finding Jinx and Ekko’s heads also popping out of the fort. You aim and throw a snowball, ducking your head back behind your fort. You could hear Jinx giggles turn into a gasp, Vi’s eyes are still peeking out of your fort and turns to you giving you thumbs up before she’s also hit with a snowball. This goes on for a while until you feel like teasing Vi.

You’re gathering some snow in your hands, creating a small snowball, making it nice and round. You look up at Vi focusing on the other team not having a single clue of your little plan. You throw one at her face, it lands against her cheek and Violet gasps. “Hey!!” She yells and then looks in your direction.

You try to look away as you whistle playfully, then your eyes catch her mischievous ones. “What?” You question innocently, “What’s wrong?”

Vi shakes her head in amusement at your little act, “You sure you wanna challenge me?” She says her voice is full of playfulness.

“Yeah, Did you really expect me to not tease you? There’s plenty of snow for the team and you.” You taunt.

Before you know it, Vi is hovering over your body, her arms on either side of your head, trapping you underneath her. Vi’s face leans down, her lips close to yours, hovering over yours. Your eyes slide shut as you expect her to kiss you but after a while nothing happens and you reopen your eyes. She smiles cheekily down at you when you try to lift your face to kiss her and she keeps moving her face away from yours, making you whine. “That’s what you get for challenging me.”

“Come on… Vi—” You’re cut off as her lips kiss you by surprise, your body freezing. Your body eventually reacts and you kiss her back with so much passion. You feel her tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what she wants you open your mouth slightly for her. She slips her tongue past your parted lips and swirls it around yours. You’re both kissing like this for a while until you hear Jinx and Ekko yell for you two.

“Are y’all going at it again? In the snow?” Ekko says playfully, loud enough for you guys to hear.

You both sit up and Vi peeks her head out to yell back at them. “No, We aren’t!”

The four of you get back to playing in the snow, as laughter and giggles could be heard across the whole field.

——

“Oh my god, I’m glad we’re back home. It’s literally freezing outside.” You say as you enter the apartment.

“Strange right? How could there be snow, or how could it be freezing during winter?” Vi says, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“Ha , Ha , HA!” You reply teasingly while you’re removing your scarf and gloves. She chuckles before she takes off her beanie, shaking her head so that her hair is out of her eyes.

Once you’re out of your jacket you hang it on the peg, quickly unlacing the laces of your boots, removing them and placing them on a little shelf with some other shoes from Vi and you. Let’s be honest, most of the shoes are yours because Vi tends to always wear the same two pairs.

You drag yourself to the small laundry room, pulling your wet clothes off your body. Vi joins you and she leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple making you smile up at her while she winks at you as she removes her jeans.

You both get into the shower, taking a quick warm shower. Once you’re both dried off you both pull on your pyjamas.

You flop yourself on the couch, moaning at the feel of yourself sinking in the many pillows of the couch. “God, am I happy to sit down…” you sigh happily as you feel Violet sit close next to you. You lean your head against her shoulder and you lace your fingers with her hand that’s closest to yours.

Vi leans down to kiss your forehead, as you nuzzle against her. Your body is still shivering, because you can’t seem to get much warmer.

“I’m still cold,” you whisper as you try to not chatter your teeth too much.

Violet hums and she leans down to press a soft kiss to your neck. “I have some ways to warm you up.” She says mischievously against your neck.

You snort and give her a playful shove before you sneeze.

“Did someone catch a cold?” Vi smiles playfully.

“It’s just a sneeze I’m sure I’m fiiiiii—” you’re cut off by another sneeze and you quickly take a tissue out of the tissue box on the living room table in front of you. You blow into the tissue quickly and you groan because you know she’s most likely right.

You pout as you look up at her and Vi smiles down at you. “Guess I was right…” She says teasingly and you whine as she takes a large blanket and then wraps her arms around you while shuffling you both around the sofa. She lays down horizontally and pulls you down against her, your body easily slotting between her legs, your head on her chest. She places the fluffy beige blanket on top of you two as you snuggle against her.

Her fingers run through your hair, slowly and gentle. You nuzzle against her chest enjoying her touch. While the other hand is playing with your hair, her other arm is wrapped around your body, holding you close to her, cuddling with you. You feel your body slowly get warmer because of her body temperature and soft thick blanket.

You both cuddle each other in comfortable silence. You feel yourself slowly get lost in her embrace, slowly getting sleepy. Your eyes slowly slide shut as you feel her caress your head constantly. As you feel yourself slowly drift to sleep your nose starts to tickle and before you know it you bring your elbow to your face sneezing against it repeatedly. Groaning, you close your eyes again and lay your head back on her chest.

“Maybe we should get you to bed,” Vi says mostly to herself, and before you can protest you feel her swoop your body in her arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. She tucks you in on your side of your bed, the covers all the way up to your chin. One of her hands reaches up to your forehead, caressing it softly as she smiles. You whine when she pulls her hand away from you. “I’ll be back in a second, okay?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod before she walks away from you, closing your eyes for a while as your head sinks in your pillow. A moment later you feel the bed dip and you open one of your eyes at the same time you hear a tiny meow. Your black kitten, Kiki, crawls all the way to you, stopping herself for a moment to stretch her limbs, then situates her little body next to yours.

You slip your arm out from under your covers to pet her small head, and she purrs immediately at your touch. Smiling as you caress her you hear Vi enter the bedroom. She sets down your favourite galaxy mug on your bedside table, suspecting it to be your favourite calming tea, before she leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple. Pulling away, she then makes her way to the other side of the bed sliding into bed with you. She moves up closer to your body, careful not to crush the tiny little furry ball between your bodies.

You move your body onto your side as you stare sleepily up at your gorgeous and sweet girlfriend. “Thank you…” you whisper as her hand comes up to cup your cheek, you lean against her touch as she caresses your skin.

“You know you don’t need to thank me baby, I’ll always take care of you. Just like you always take care of me.” She says softly and you could hear Kiki meow between your bodies. Vi’s hands move down to pick the black kitten and place her tiny body at the end of the bed. “That’s better.” She whispers petting the little kitten before bringing her body closer to yours, wrapping her arms instantly around you.

You nuzzle your head in her neck as she traces small circles with her hands down your spine. You feel yourself melt in her embrace, snuggling yourself closer to her. You always feel so at home and safe with her. “I love you so much Vi,” you whisper softly before you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

“I love you too, angel.” She whispers as she presses a feathery kiss against the crown of your head as she keeps caressing your body. Vi is home to you.

——

A while later, you stir from your sleep, you sit up slowly as you stretch out your arms above your head and shake your arms dramatically while yawning. As your eyes adjust to the light of the room, or lack of since it seems like it’s already the evening, you notice that Vi isn’t lying next to you anymore. Confused, you wonder where she could be. Once you’re out of bed you notice a nice smell of soup or sauce wafting from the kitchen.

Grabbing a blanket from the end of your bed you wrap it around you, then you realise you haven’t drank the tea that she made for you earlier yet, so you pick up your mug and drink the cold tea.

You smile as you make your way to the kitchen, holding your mug close to you. The apartment smells so nice, you’re curious what Vi is cooking for the both of you. Once you reach the kitchen you see that Vi has her back to you as she’s stirring what you suspect is some soup. Your eyes take in her back, admiring her tattoos, her arms and just the back of her body in general.

You feel your nose tickle, signaling that you’re about to sneeze. Vi turns around as she hears you sneezing, crossing her arms against her chest as she looks at you with amusement.

“I can’t believe you’re out of your bed already,” she says as she shakes her head disapprovingly.

“What? I wanted to help…” you whisper as you look down at your feet.

“You know I don’t need help, please let me do this for you.” She says before she strides towards you, her hands cupping your cheeks instantly and tilting your head towards her.

“But—” you pout.

“No buts! If you want you can sit on the couch but you need your rest.” She says seriously but her voice is still gentle. Her hands caress your cheeks before she leans down to press a soft kiss on your cheek, the right side of your face. Then she takes the mug out of your hands while smiling down at you.

“Okay…” you grumble as you drag yourself to the living room.

“Good, that’s what I love to hear!”

There’s no point in arguing with your girlfriend, you’re both too stubborn and you know deep down that she’s right. She just wants what’s best for you, and you know you’d say the same things to her. Once you reach the couch, you let yourself slump against the pillows horizontally, all wrapped in your blanket, looking like a little cocoon.

In one of the corners of the room, close to the couch, you see Kiki sleeping on one of the flowers of the pink flower cat tree. You smile as you observe her as she’s lying on her back all stretched out.

You hear a buzzing noise coming from the kitchen and you notice as you look in her direction, that Vi is mixing the soup. You smile knowing that she always remembers that you have some food aversions.

As you close your eyes for a while, your thoughts drift away to an even more domestic life with Vi. You can’t help but think about what the future might hold for the two of you. Thinking about how you could call her your wife someday…

“Baby?” You hear her voice softly.

You open your eyes and move your head to the side, seeing her sitting on the living room table while holding two bowls of soup. You smile as you sit up, still horizontally, as you take your cup of soup from her.

“Be careful baby, it’s probably still hot,” she says before you wanna take a sip.

“Okay… I’ll wait,” you say as she reveals a spoon to you with a wink and you take it happily, gingerly stirring your soup with your spoon.

She stands up and you bring your legs towards your chest as she sits down on the other end of the sofa also sitting down horizontally stretching her legs, and gestures for you to lay down your legs on hers. You slide your legs as you fit one of your legs between hers.

As you’re lifting the spoon from your soup, and bringing it to your mouth Vi speaks up. “You really have tiny feet…” She says playfully as she stares at your feet making you snort and almost spill the soup on your pyjamas.

“Come on Vi, don’t make me laugh when I’m about to try your delicious soup.” You say as you shake your head disapprovingly, but in a playful way.

“Sorry, it’s not my fault I’m funny…”

“Right…” you say, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Hey! I can’t believe that you’re still a little brat when you’re sick!” She says as she puts down the soup on the table and she gives you the most mischievous look you’ve ever seen.

“Vi… NO!” You giggle as she brings her hands down to tickle your feet slightly. “I can’t believe that you only remember me teasing you while I said your soup is probably very delicious!”

“Alright, I’ll stop. Only because you’re ill though,” she says, adding the last part quickly.

“Damn, now let me eat in peace.” You say before bringing the spoon back to your face, before you put it in your mouth you give her a playful pointed look and when she chuckles you narrow your eyes at her.

“I’m not doing anything,” she laughs as she lifts her arms in surrender.

“No funny business? Strange…” you act like you’re deep in thought for a moment before you hear your girlfriend snort, but say nothing.

You taste her soup and moan at the taste, “Hold on, how did you find any pumpkins? It’s not the season at all!” You’re surprised that Vi was able to make pumpkin soup since it’s winter.

“I have my ways…” she says mysteriously as she sips on her soup.

You roll your eyes playfully at her but continue to eat your soup in silence. Occasionally you sneeze, groaning in frustration because of it. You hate being ill, but who doesn’t. Once you’re done eating your soup, you place the spoon in the bowl, as you’re trying to reach the living room table to place the bowl on the table you feel Vi’s hand taking the bowl from your hand.

She places both of your bowls on the table, she lays back down and as she does so you notice her stare at you for a while before she chuckles.

“What?” You say nervously.

“Hold on,” she says as she crawls over the sofa all the way to you, hovering over your body as her hand comes to reach for your face. Her thumb swipes over the skin above your upper lip, and she brings her thumb slowly to her mouth as she looks down at you while smiling cheekily. Sucking the soup from her thumb into her mouth as you feel your heartbeat pick up and blush at the action.

She removes her thumb from between her lips with a pop and she smiles before leaning her head down to press a soft kiss on your lips.

“Vi, I’m sick… I don’t want you to get sick because of me.” You pout as you push her away from you.

“I don’t care if I get sick, I want you close to me and I know you,” she says as she points her finger at you “are a needy clingy baby, and need all the cuddles and kisses in the world.”

You huff because she’s right, you need all the affection in the world. Only from her though.

“I know you don’t want anything too complicated and just want your comfort food. So I’m gonna go make us some pasta, how does that sound?” She says with a genuine smile as her hand cups your cheek. You nod as you mirror her smile.

“That’s perfect, thank you.”

“Because you’re so sweet you get to chose the sauce I’m making as well,”

You think for a second. This is hard, you want some Mac and Cheese but you also want a pesto sauce. Decisions , decisions.

“Do you remember that delicious pesto sauce you’ve once made? I would really like that one since it’s been a while.” You say as you bite your lip.

“Alright, pesto sauce it is!”

Vi leans down to press a quick peck on your lips before she stands up from the couch and picks up both of your bowls, making her way to the kitchen.

As you’re about to close your eyes you feel little paws walking on top of you. You open your eyes to be met with Kiki’s head, she meows at you as soon as you smile. She comes all the way to your face, rubbing her tiny face against yours, begging for attention. “Okay Kiki, I’ll give you some love,” you giggle before you caress her head, giving her neck and her chin some occasional scratches, making her purr against you.

Eventually Kiki crawls lower down your body, turning her body in a little ball on your stomach, making you smile.

You can’t help but be happy, your amazing girlfriend is taking care of you, making you soup, pasta and tea. You can’t believe that you got this lucky. Vi makes you so happy and she gives you so much love too. She’s truly the best person ever. You hope you get to love her as long as she wants you. You really hope to share your whole life with her.

You sigh happily as you continue to think about her. A while later you hear Vi call out for you, her voice pulling you out of your daydreams, telling you that dinner is ready and you make your way to her.

The evening is calm, so filled with love, lots of cuddles and forehead kisses.

You’re truly grateful that Vi exists.

[glitterslights]

Arcane • Self-care headcanons

Characters : Caitlyn • Jayce • Jinx • Sevika • Silco • Vi • Viktor

Genre : list of headcanons

Warnings : none.

Silco thorougly has a manucure every two weeks. On more than one occasion, Sevika was due to do her full report of the night, Silco's focus entirely on her and on his notes, blank face, a sheepish esthetician half passed out at his side, trying to end his treatment as fast as they could.

He never demands for nail polish however, or at best a translucent one, to keep his nails shinny. He tried black once, but wasn't pleased with how fast it would crumble.

He has a nailfile and a little bottle of oil to hydrate the cuticles in one of the drawer of his desk, just in case. Silco has a way of quietly filing his nails in a perfect almond form that can give cold sweat to the scareless people of the Under City.

Whenever Sevika gets a day off (which doesn't happen often), she goes to the hammam. She's gonna pay for the whole treatment - massage, body scrub and rassoul wrap. She instantly flexes her muscles and gives her best glare whenever there is too much people in the sauna to her appreciation. She's gonna lay down all the way and for sure kick you out if the bench isn't long enough for the two of you.

Caitlyn is a self-care gourou. She knows all of the grandmas' beauty secrets, and can advise people about oils and aromatherapy faster than any professional in Piltover. She has a bit of a tendency to believe that plants can resolve absolutely everything, and tried to grow her own little collection (but she sucks at keeping them alive). In a world where social medias, or some sort of, exist, she definitely is a beauty influencer.

Vi is into daily meditation. Under the appareances given her rough attitude, her time to Stillwater led her to find her own way of keeping sanity.

After Silco took her in, Jinx slowly warmed up to the idea of little moments of luxury. She somehow stumbled over the very new yoga trend seducing the most opulent folks in Piltover, and moved mountains to get Silco to hire a private teacher for the both of them. Since then, they made it a Sunday habit to rental the most expensive semblance of a studio in the Lanes.

Silco is a master at going from downward dog to plank and cobra in the most elegant way, and is secretly very proud of his newfound flexibility, that he can show off whenever he's in need of punching someone.

Viktor started journaling when he entered the Academy. At first, he wanted it to be some kind of a logbook, full of mathematic annotations and scientific thoughts, until he slowly drifted from there to complaining about Heimerdinger, dreaming of ways to help people, asking himself why some random pals would blush looking at him, or how amazing Jayce's arguments were to him.

Jayce found out about his habit once, and being the (manipulable) positive bean he is, from this day forward, decided to do the same.

He soon learned from Caitlyn all about daily habits trackers, and became obsessed with it. He consciously reviews his day each night, and became a pro at doodling little flowers, hearts, clouds and smileys to enhance his emotions. He almost teared up on his twenty-six birthday, when Viktor gifted him cute little stickers to match his journal, he found in some publicity in his mailbox (though he never said they came from there, and for free).

Caitlyn found his newfound hobby so amazing that she decided to convince Jayce to make it a tradition on the first day of the year. Each year, hangover or not, they would religiously lock themselves in her room, and write all about their intentions for the year to come.

When Jinx desires a change of activity from her explosives creations, she takes a break by making her very own candles, full of pink, blue and green little strass. She has it constantly all around her place, acts completely carefree about them, and it's an actual miracle the Last Drop didn't burn yet. Sevika somehow always ends up having to blow them up on her way home, tiredly muttering about a "spoiled and crazy little brat".

Vi's little weakness is socks. Cute, fluffly, huge socks with animal heads and little ears, half of the anti-slip gone due to how much she wears them. She despises the first nights announcing the beginning of the summer, because it means she will either have to stop wearing them, or to stubbornly overheating.

Caitlyn, being the smartass of their couple, gifted her a pair of red fluffly interior tongs, with fake feathers on the top, to end her suffering. What she didn't see coming however, was the rule Vi imposed that they wear matching tongs. She will never admit it, but yes, it even lead to an argument one evening, when Caitlyn forgot to wear them first thing after work and Ci was feeling under the weather.

One of Viktor's first inventions was a little portable air conditioning, he still has to this day, though more than worn out. He religiously keeps it on his desk for the hotter days. Growing up, he extended the range, and now has one for each situation. And nothing, even the rest of the Academy's glare, will stop him from wandering around the building with his little machine in hand. They can stare all they want, he's the one not dumbly dying from heat at the end of the day.

He also made it an habit of using it to shamelessly blow air at full speed to Jayce's face whenever he starts rambling too much during their work meetings. Point made, and no words needed.

[fairytsuk1]

my heart weeps for you. (a)

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

genre: angst

warning: graphic descriptions of injuries, character death

words: 3.1k

summary: please find me in my next life so I can properly tell you that I love you!

a/n: this is a long emotional one, please enjoy it :)

 Midoriya used to think that he'd only ever felt genuine sorrow in his life the day his mentor, father, and a love of his passed away.

 "I'm so proud of you, Young Midoriya...I suppose you aren't so young anymore, are you?" his hand rested atop his poofy hair, Toshinori could almost see him when he was much younger. When his embraces still had the familiar teenage gentleness behind them, he'd grown up so much, "I am proud of you. To know that you are my successor is the greatest gift you could have ever given me." 

 Midoriya had watched Toshinori take his final breaths after he proudly exhaled those three long-lasting words. He didn't cry then. Only when he was lost in the coldness of his bedsheets did his heart weep from anguish as though he had lost a part of himself. He hated the sky and the way it shone so brightly because he would never get to see All Might look up at it once more before smiling. 

 The world looked at the number one hero as a symbol of peace and that he was! He saved the day as Deku with a small pin of his former mentor near his breast, a constant reminder that he was always with him. Grief lasted what felt like forever, but every day things grew just a bit easier. Only, his biggest regret was that Toshinori Yagi had never gotten to meet you. He would have loved you. It seemed that people who had changed Izuku's life could never coexist. It was if life was trying to tell him something. 

 In the end, it's just you.

 The next time he felt genuine sorrow was on a day bright like the one before. Though the pain wasn't because of how alone he felt or how much he missed those who had passed...No, he felt the wave of sorrow overtake him the moment you'd died in his arms. Unlike last time, he wept. His heart cried out for you even when he chose not to think about it. It wept his entire life, for he was never able to find the same type of love ever again.

 "Deku! It's me, Signal, I'm sorry I'm late! The train was packed! This lady asked for help retrieving her cat, and I just couldn't say no in my hero get-up! But I am truly honored to be your sidekick. I will do my best for our newfound team!"

 You were young and bright and so colorful. Your hero outfit was a pure white and gave you this sense of innocence, but the red rings gave you a bold and courageous aura. You looked more like an angel rather than a hero. He didn't prefer the traditional cliches when it came to romance, but he couldn't help but feel shocked when suddenly things seemed brighter around him. You made things seem brighter.

"Huh?! It's no trouble at all! Really, don't worry about it! That was great for you to do, you're gonna have everyone's vote in the popularity poll if you keep it up. Ready for patrol?"

 You reached into your bag and grabbed a clunky helmet with a black shaded screen, it covered your face. Midoriya felt a frown tug his lips before scolding himself. Why are you frowning at her costume? You haven't known her well enough to be upset by how she looks! Later, he would grin in happy remembrance when he had gone to visit your grave. He hadn't frowned because he thought you were ugly, he'd frowned because he thought you were beautiful.

 You talked a lot, mostly about the latest things in pop-culture and anything to do with animals. You seemed to be really into music and saving stray dogs. You also tended to ramble about the mundane things in life like blue-spotted pigeons or plump old ladies offering homemade churros. You also ate with your helmet on, and it made you look pretty silly. He couldn't stop himself from grinning every time you turned your whole body to talk to him. You never knew what he was smiling at. 

 "Okay, watch this!" he watched you intently while sitting on the park bench, he didn't want to ask what exactly he was supposed to be seeing and had no idea if there was supposed to be anything at all.

"Um-haha! I don't see anything--"

 Neon pink. A blushing emoticon with small letters appearing under it. 

 "Signal loves Deku!"

 It was like he could hear Mina's words saying that when he blushed, he looked like a firetruck. He was sure he looked like a million firetrucks right then.

 "It's true! I'm a big fan and I've always dreamed of being near you! It's like a confession towards your senpai! Have you ever seen those types of anime? It's usually done better in the manga, but I like the romantic connotations either way. Pretty cool, right? During a stressful mission, I thought it might be better to display messages so people would know it's okay while I'm still kicking ass! Also-" 

 He laughed so sweetly that it felt like drinking honey and milk. He'd never heard of displaying messages like that, it was different! But it was a good type of different, a uniqueness that made you stand out. It was weird how he had only briefly met you once under the cherry blossom trees when it felt like he'd known you forever. He had only first seen you in your third-year school sports festival at his Alma Mater, but it felt like he'd been with you before. Your energy felt so familiar, and you felt so warm. He chalked it up to your infectious bubbly personality, but he had no idea how deep your energy truly ran.

 His sidekick Signal gave him a rush he had never felt before. You were sweet, but your quirk was terrific and incredibly powerful, you could sense civilians and give out concentrated waves of vibrations to either alert heroes or ward off villains. The two of you worked like a well-oiled machine because when he punched? You rescued. When you signaled? He arrived. When you both started? You both finished. 

 "Hey, Deku? Did you know that I love spicy pork ramen?"

"Is this your way of telling me we should get ramen?"

 "...No."

"Let's go then! I'll pay since I  am  the older one, of course," he grinned back at you, "let's get going short-stuff!"

 "I'm average!! We've been over this before you bozo!"

 It wasn't a date, it was just dinner after work. No biggie. Midoriya didn't need to fix his hair when he walked past the department stores' glass, and he didn't need to nervously look away from your eyes when you spoke with such intensity. 

 "Am I too young for you?"

 His beer sputtered out from his lips like a faucet; quickly, he began to mumble apologies as the brown liquid was wiped away from the table and his chin, "young?! What do you mean too young?!"

 "It's just as I said! I'm only nineteen and you' re-gosh-like twenty-five? No, twenty-six! Am I too young for you?"

"Hey!! I'm only twenty-three! I'm not some old geezer or a pervert or something!! ... You're just fine but...dating looks problematic, so we should just avoid it. Especially for your future career because of power dynamics and stuff."

 "Dating? I was talking about being a sidekick."

"W-What?!"

 You tossed your head back and barked out a laugh as you blatantly made fun of him, "I'm just messing with you! I meant what I said. If it's so problematic, then please wait for me!"

 It had only been six months since he'd met you under a bright blue sky with one wispy cloud floating in it. It had been only a year since he first saw you on his tablet with the most radiant smile on your face even though you'd lost to your opponent.

 It had only been six months since he had properly gotten to know you, and it was at this moment he could confidently tell himself that he loved you. Even with that clunky helmet.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. But you better not make me wait too long! Who knows what'll happen?"

 He wished he wouldn't have jinxed it.

 Red was a fantastic color on you and you knew it. It was merely coincidental that it matched his tie and the two of you looked like a couple. The whispers and comments weren't malicious, they were just curious. Who was Deku toting on his arm? Why did they look so compatible? At first, your curious eyes wandered all over the Pro-Hero Praise Party. (It has an official name, but after hearing your joyful excitement of being able to attend a "Praise Party," it just stuck.). You took it all in before glancing back at him with an open mouth of awe.

 "So, are the snacks any good?"

 Of course you were amazed. After shrugging in response to your question, Midoriya watched you quickly run off to chat with some of the girls, Uravity and Froppy. You were weird if he was going to be honest, you had this childlike excitement that followed you wherever you went but at the same time...you had a presence. It was commanding, demanding, and it called everyone to pay attention to you. You shone so brightly that it stuck to people's hearts like superglue; walking away almost made his vision go blurry because oh my god, please don't let that force be taken away from me.  

 You always came running back though. When things began to get a bit more intense with flirtatious comments or lots of alcohol, you were always there to seek comfort. With your exuberant nature came his calming one. You two fit together like two peas in a pod.

 "Izuku? I have to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

 "I...I had a good time! Thank you for bringing me as your plus one to the party!"

 He raised a brow in confusion as the two of you stood outside your apartment complex.

"Oh! I had a good time too! We should go to more, it's fun with you," was that coming on a bit too strong? Is that  creepy ?! "I--"

 Soft lips on his cheek, you had to go up a step because he was just that much taller than you. The gloss made it a bit sticky but you pulled away with a heart-shaped smile.

 "Pervert! You're blushing!"

"You're the weird one! Didn't your parents ever teach you not to fool around with older people??"

 "Psh, don't pull the 'I'm your senior' schtick!! I heard enough about it from Mr. Ground Zero!..."

 He smiled and stepped down, letting a hand squeeze your shoulder. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable with too much affection.

 "Well...Big day tomorrow, I'm going to jump right into bed!"

"Got it! Me too! See you later, and thank you. F-For the kiss."

 You grinned, your teeth nearly blinding him as you squeezed his hand before turning to go into the complex. 

 "Also, that hand move was a little weird. Just hug me next time! There!" You stuck your tongue out and hummed, "romantic advice from someone younger than you! Suck it!"

 That night, he lay in bed, wishing you were there with him. You two could lie together or watch movies or do anything, really. He just wanted to be close to you. He liked being close to you. 

 You lie curled up on your side, eyes wide as the heat from your previous action coursed through your veins. Hands lightly rubbed the frilly fabric of the pillow before you squeezed your eyelids shut. Oh, how much you wished the warmth was his and not the space heater near your bed.

 SEND DISPATCH OUT! DEKU AND SIGNAL ARE UNRESPONSIVE! NO WORD FROM INSIDE THE BUILDING, WE NEED SOMEONE TO LIFT THE PILLARS! 

 Dust and crumbled roof fell onto Midoriya's face as he coughed and took in a deep inhale, the fall must've been bad considering the next cough brought up blood. Broken ribs? For sure, he'd broken enough bones to know that the affected area had been his ribs. He was just lucky enough that his hero costume provided enough support to keep him from having anything  too  serious. Well, he supposed broken bones were still pretty serious...his mind's wandering. Focus on the task at hand.

"Signal? Are you there?" Silence. He wheezed and moved away from the dust waterfall. It was a small area and...he could see the white of your costume easily! Hey! "Y/N! Oh, why didn't you say anything…"

 The words died in his throat. Red had pooled around you and a pillar lie where your midsection would be. Your helmet had cracked, and the screen was glitching between various emoticon faces. You lie still and stiff with your hair in your face. 

 "Izuku?..."

"Don't speak! Don't do anything! I'm gonna get this pillar off of you, and then I'm going to get you some help. Can you say okay?"

 "Kay...It doesn't hurt too bad…"

 He didn't respond as he leaped over the pillar to see the damage that had been done and how easily he could lift the object. He felt like vomiting when his feet landed on the bone in your ankle. It should've hurt badly with his steel-toed shoes and all, but you made no noise. He glanced back in concern before crouching down and examining your leg.

 "You're taking so long, I'm tired…"

"...Can you...can you move your leg?"

"What do you mean? They were crushed, can't feel 'em at all."

 If he pulled on your leg, the muscle and tendons would be exposed like red string and yarn. The blood would pool out of your thigh and further stain the concrete. The pillar that came crashing down had caught you on the way down, severing your spine when it hit the ground. If he lifted this pillar, your guts would spill out, and you would bleed out, and you'd be  dead  and holy fuck there's so much blood--

 You sniffled, you had figured it out too.

 "I can't feel them, Izuku, please, where are my legs?!"

"They're...Well…"

 "It's fucking, oh my god, they're not there. Izuku, am I going to die!? I can get surgery, right? I'll be fine!" You breathed heavily and began to squirm around, "I can still be a hero! I-I'm still a sidekick! It's fine, right?!"

"Please stop moving…" The chip in his ear buzzed loudly though all he could feel and hear was static. He felt paralyzed, what could he do? His favorite girl lies in two pieces because a building happened to collapse, "I'm coming back over there."

 You'd begun to cry in earnest, fat tears rolled down your cheeks as your arms beat down on the pillar.

 "Stop! I'm fine! Deku! Just pull this fucking thing off of me! I'm  fine !" You screamed out in fear, "Please!"

 He knelt down and cradled your head with his arms, he smelled like sweat and the rainforest. He felt his eyes well, he was hardly able to blink the tears back. Your voice wavered as you asked the dreaded question. It was much softer this time.

 "Will I die?"

  How do you tell someone they will die no matter what happens? The silence hung poignant in the air as the distant sound of sirens blared as background noise.

"I'm so sorry! It's my fault! I should've grabbed you when I had the chance!"

 "Shut up. Don't think like that. Don't say something like that!! How could it be your fault when a villain attacked this building? It wasn't you, was it?"

 Your arm reached up to his face and cupped his cheek, your eyes memorizing every green swirl and every eyelash. There was no time to ponder on what to say, the sirens grew closer. You didn't have time to think about how scary death was or what would come when it was all over. The pillar was going to be lifted soon, and then you'd be gone.

 "I'm sorry, Izuku. To leave you this way... I'm so sorry," the words felt like arrows in his heart. So final and spoken so softly. Like you'd already made up your mind, how could you make up your mind in a time like this?!

"You're not gonna leave; if I activate my quirk, I can race you to the medics in thirty seconds, maybe twenty. That's our plan, okay? And then I can--"

 "I love you."

"Stop it! Stop saying things like you're ready to go! You aren't! I'm not! Just stop!"

 "I love you."

"Please, I'm not ready...Please keep living with me, I just want to be with you!" He clenched his fist as tears freely fell onto your cheeks, mixing with your own, "This won't be your last time saying this, I promise! Just let me…" 

 You smiled, no teeth this time. Just your lips curving upwards.

"Don't leave me…"

 "I love you!" It was merely a whisper this time.

 The rock near them was blown away, surely by someone's quirk. But all he could see was your smile and your kind but sorrowful eyes.

 "I'm sorry I made you wait so long. I love you, Izuku."

 The lump in his throat ached as he smiled and took your hand off his cheek, interlacing the fingers together. The other free hand came to push the hair out of your face. Would he say it?

 He stared down at the red and white headstone, custom made. It even had your aura with the bright flowers adorning the soft patch of grass in front of it. He knelt down, leaving red and white roses. He supposed red should be an awful color, having seen you drenched in it in your final moments. But whenever he thought of red, he just remembered those rings that made you look so bright. That dress that made you look so beautiful. The lips that often smiled at him. The love you two had shared.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it then. But I hope you knew that I loved you too."

 It was another day of bright blue skies with fluffy clouds and warm wind. He guessed that All Might would have been enjoying a nice cup of tea while he reminisced. As for you, he assumed you'd be out there saving cats and dogs while accepting churros from strangers.

 It was one of the many bright blue-skied days, but one of the first without you.

[loubuggins]

So I read this post by @jamesgriffn and I had to write this scene out. Hope that’s okay!

*~*~*

“Allura!” The Blue Paladin jumped to his feet and ran to his teammate’s side. She looked so small, her body laying on the cold floor of the ship they were in. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she clutched her lower abdomen. It was the spot in between her armor, one of the only places she had vulnerable. Which was why it was so easy for Lotor’s blade to puncture through.

Lance fell to his knees beside his fallen friend and without hesitation, he gently pulled her onto his lap and he cradled her weak form.

“Stay with me, Princess. It’s going to be alright. Everything will be alright.” His words came out like a plea as if he were begging for them to be true. His own body shook from the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the hot tears streaming freely down his face. He placed his right hand over her own and added pressure to her wound, knowing he needed to stop the bleeding the best he could, but the attempt was in vain as the thick, crimson liquid continued to pour down her side. The sticky substance stained his uniform as his grip on her body strengthened and he deepened his embrace.

“Please, Allura, stay with me.” He cried as he leaned closer to her and buried his face in her snowy white hair. He slowly rocked her in his arms and his chest shook from the force of his sobs.

“Lance.” He heard her weakly call to him, saying his name in her unique way that always made him feel as if he were walking on clouds. He pulled away just enough so he could meet her turquoise gaze, but his heart ripped as he noticed her eyes had lost their usual sparkle.

She looked so weak in his arms. She felt so light and fragile. He could not believe that the courageous princess he knew and cared for more than anything he had ever cared for before, was barely breathing in his hold.

“I’m here Princess.” He cooed to her, hoping his words would bring her some kind of comfort and reassurance. His eyes never left her face as she strained to lift her arm. Before he could stop her, he felt the soft touch of her palm brush against his messy bangs, then slowly slide down the side of his face until she caressed his cheek.

He instinctively leaned into her touch and somehow, it began to calm the raging storm inside of him. His closed the second her fingers grazed his skin, but now they fluttered back open to look back at the woman he held against him. She a small smile on her face, even as she struggled with every breath and her dark skin lost its chocolate color.

“You’ve…always…been there…haven’t you.” She said meekly and in between each gasp of air.

Lance knitted his eyebrows in confusion, but his voice was only filled with worry. “Don’t talk Allura. Please, save your strength. Help will come.”

She blinked at him, her smile never leaving her face. “Thank you…Lance. For…always being there…for me.”

She allowed herself to fall into the depths of his blue eyes one last time before her entire world went dark.

“Allura!” The grief-stricken boy screamed as he gave her body a violent shake. He laid her back on the floor and without a thought, began pressing down on her chest. He counted with each pump, only stopping to pinch her nose and to press his lips against her’s in order to blow life-giving oxygen into her lungs. Time felt as if it had stopped completely as he performed the lifesaving technique over and over again until his own body became too exhausted to continue.

He crunched over her still form and hung onto her as if he were about to drown. The only sound that could be heard was his sobs as they echoed off the metal walls. He remembered the feeling of when she had broken his heart. It was like she had shattered it and all that was left were hundreds of the glass-like pieces stabbing his chest. This was nothing compared to that. It was as if she had taken his soul. He had never felt so alone or so empty. When he watched in horror as she jumped in front of him and Lotor’s sword stabbed through her in a final blow that was meant for him, he saw his life, their lives, flash before his eyes. Now as he lay over the lifeless body of the only girl he had ever loved, he knew that a part of him had died as well.

He pushed himself up just enough to hover above her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips swollen from the force he had put into his attempts to make her breath. Her skin was more of a caramel color now, as the blood continued to pull away. Her Altean markings right below her eyes were no longer pink, but rather a light grey. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to remember her this way. Instead, he pictured her with her skin as dark oak, her markings as pink as the early morning sky, and her eyes as dazzling as the ocean. That was the Allura he knew - his Allura.

Slowly, he leaned closer to her and gingerly his lips covered hers. He kept them there for only a couple of heartbeats, before pulling away and gently resting his forehead on her own.

“Te Amo, Princesa.” He whispered breathlessly. “I love you, Princess.”

As if his admission had broken a curse, the woman’s body began to glow with a magical pink hue. As soon as he noticed the light surround his body, he jerked himself back and watched as he body began to glow even brighter. Reluctantly, Lance had to cover his eyes, shielding them from the intensity of the light. It felt like hours had passed before the light slowly began to dim. He uncovered his eyes but did not move until the pink glow had completely left her body. Once it had, he crawled back over to her still unmoving form. However, he noticed her markings were shining a white that matched her hair. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and as soon as his fingertips touched her cheeks, her eyes flung open and he heard her gasp for air. He nearly fell back from the surprise.

She tried to sit up but gasped as a sharp pain shot upside. Lance quickly caught her before she could fall back down and hit her head on the solid floor. He glanced down and noticed her wound was gone and the bleeding had stopped, but the pain must still have been there. Still, he could not hold back his relief as he looked back into her eyes, rapidly filling back with color. He grinned when he saw the familiar sparkle return in them.

“Lance?” She questioned as she looked back at him, blinking her eyes as if she were only blinking back sleep. “What happened?” Her voice was hoarse and yet it was like music to his ears.

“I-I don’t know. You were…you were…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, afraid it would somehow jinx them. “This pink light suddenly appeared and you looked it you did when you brought Shiro back from the dead.” He voice caught at the end.

Allura watched him shake his head as if to clear it of the horrible events that had transpired just moments ago. His cheeks and eyes were red from his tears. At this point, she thought he looked worse off than her. He seemed so broken and scared, it made her heartache. Her eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips and she felt a strong pull towards them. For the first time, she did not fight it. She wrapped her hands on either side of his head and pulled him down to meet her awaiting lips. She kissed him with as much passion as she could bear and she pushed all her emotions she had bottled up for so long into the kiss.

Lance’s lips were still for a moment, caught off guard by her forcefulness, but he quickly recovered. She could feel him melt into the kiss and felt his hand slip under her hair as he tilted his face to the side. This action deepened the kiss and she could not stop the moan that rose up in her throat. She wanted to keep the kiss going, never wanting to leave the comfort of his closeness, but she was still weak from having just died. She slowly backed away, but when her eyes met his, their gazes locked on each other.

“I love you, Lance.” She said breathlessly as her confession hung on the air in between them. She watched as his lips pulled up in a large grin and felt him give the side of her face a gentle squeeze.

“I love you, Allura.” His words filled her with a new life and she realized it had been so long since she had felt so undoubtedly, so completely loved. He wrapped his arms around her back into a tight, but strong embrace. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and allowed his familiar scent and the sounds of his whispered sweet nothings to loll her to sleep.