#Yeah Jinx hasn't been okay for...................Jinx hasn't been okay

[reverieblondie]

Cal x Lae'zel

Meeting in Baldur's Gate

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Back to pushing my crack ship on everyone! I had such a fun time writing this final part! Though this is not the end of Cal and Lae'zel anytime I can put them together I will! Also I hope you enjoy the hints to Tav and Rolan! Thank you @dark-and-kawaii for the screenshots of course! I hope you enjoy!

The city that was once his shining beacon of hope is in udder flames and ruin. But Cal's trying not to be distracted by all that; he's sprinting to one place. The dock.

That brain thing Lae'zel was on is now in the harbor... She's okay, she has to be okay… Please let her be…

Cal sprints all the way down the boardwalk, looking out at the sinking thing. 

"Lae'zel!" he screams her name, starting to undo his leather armor so he can jump out to find her... Then, a calm voice says his name.

Cal whips around and sees Tav; his heart Sinks. "Where.... is she okay?"

Tav grimaces before she turns around, leading Cal's eyes to where Lae'zel stands on the shore watching. The red dragon disappears into the sky, and Cal leaves his spot to get closer, but he doesn't say her name or touch her. It's almost like he doesn't want to jinx anything.

Sensing his presence, Lae'zel turns to face Cal. She's still damp, and he desperately wants to wrap her in his arms. Laezel looks him over, her eyes shining like gold in this light. He feels his heartbeat rushing. This... nightmare is over... and she stayed…

"I guess... I made a decision…" She says, her eyes not leaving his. 

"I guess you did..." he repeats as he looks her over, trying to memorize this moment…

 Cal gives Lave'zel a smile, and he thinks she blushes with one of her own before suddenly going neutral again. Cal feels a tap on his shoulder, and when he turns around, he sees Tav, the day's hero. looking shy?

Tav shifts a bit on her feet, looking at her fidgeting fingers, "Um... is Rolan okay?"

Lae'zel rolls her eyes, and Cal smiles, "We can check on him if you like. He will be thrilled to see that you're okay."

Rolan was, in fact, thrilled to see Tav, then promptly yelled at her for being a crazy idiot.

He can't help himself; even after all this time, he still finds himself staring at her. Though the offer was made for her and Tav to stay in the tower, they decided to remain in Tav's old residence. Lucky for him, though, they seem to come by the shop every week. It's been an adjustment for her, but she's been doing well from what he has seen.

However, she is still getting used to things like people trying to sell her things as they walk through the city. That man just got done rebuilding his stall.

She's just so strong... It's enchanting…

Cal sighs, leaning against the nearest shelf of tomes.

Lia looks at him confused before seeing who he's fawning over, then gives him a playful swat. "You're still swooning, haven't you confessed already?" 

Cal fakes pain as he holds his shoulder, "It's complicated... and Rolan hasn't confessed to Tav yet!" 

Lia and Cal look over at Rolan, who is staring daggers at Tav from across the shop, his tail waving erratically; Lia gives Cal a look, "He's a lost cause for advice, but you, you like her, and she hasn't harmed you and actually talks to you so I'm guessing she likes you." 

Cal smiles at that thought, "I want to... trust me, I have put myself out there for her, but... I want her to say it first... to know her own thoughts before I put mine on her... I just want to be in her life any way I can."

"Wow, you really love her." Lia looks at him, surprised, 

Cal goes back to staring at Lae'zel, "Yeah... I really do…"

"His stare fills my insides with a storm. His scent makes my teeth ache, and I often think of his sharp nails tracing and marking my skin." Lae'zel looks over at Tav, "And he always makes my heart race so much I feel my blood rise to my face. Should I beat him down for what he stirs in me?"

Tav stifles her laugh, "I don't know if you desire or despise him."

 "Exactly my problem…" Lae'zel slightly laments. 

Tav looks over at Rolan and sighs when she meets his gaze; he quickly averts it and acts like he is working, "They often say the line between love and hate is a thin one.'

Lae'zel’s eyes widen before she sneaks a look at Cal; when their eyes meet, he waves, and she feels her face get red again, "Is that true? Interesting…”

It's a calm day at the shop. Rolan is organizing tomes while Cal simply mans the counter, trying not to look incredibly bored. Then, a sudden flash of silver rips the doors open. Cal immediately lights up as soon as he sees Lae'zel but is confused as to why she is in her armor. Before he can ask, he's suddenly being grabbed by his collar and dragged away.

He's not exactly sure how he ended up here or why, but Lae'zel has thrown him a sword. "Dance with me" was all she said before she attacked. He tried to tell her he didn't want to fight her, but he wanted to show her that he's strong and worthy.

 The Sound of clashing metal mingles with their shared breaths, and sweat pours from them both as they strike blow after blow, neither one backing down nor pulling their strike. Cal uses all of what he was taught, and as Lae'zel watches him move, she slowly gets overwhelmed by him. By his movements, by his sounds, his scent, by his power. Cal has consumed her thoughts... and now he's about to win... but before he can drive his spear into her chest, he stops, his face filled with concern.

"Why pull back!" She spits at him.

 He shakes his head, "I won't hurt you. I want to understand you. Why are we fighting?"

She holds her sword higher, ready for more, "Because we must."

Cal shakes his head and throws his spear down, "I will spare, but I will not harm the ones I love."

Her eyes widen, that familiar storm... that rushes inside her veins... She yells before she lungs forward; Cal winces but no contact... Looking up, he sees her standing before him with her head down. Lae'zel stares at his chest. She reaches forward and places her hand on his chest, feeling his beating heart... "I can't... I don't want to hurt you, Cal. I am... obsessed with you and how you make me stir. I want to protect you... for you to protect me…"

Cal puts his hand over hers; she looks up at his sweating face and sees him smiling. He draws her closer, placing his forehead to hers, "Lae'zel... you are so precious to me... You have shown me how strong I can be, and I want to use it to protect you, to be with you, and to learn from you."

Laezel takes in a deep breath, "What is this"

"I'm hoping, love." 

Cal moves his hands to gently caress her jaw; he lets his eyes roam over her for a moment before he leans into her full lips.

Lae'zel didn't know kisses could be so soft and kind…

"Lae'zel, can I finally ask you on a date?" Cal smiles down at her as he brushes away her sweat.

"What's a date?" Lae'zel asks, confused.

"Just follow my lead, and meet me tomorrow at the shop."

Lae'zel narrows her eyes, unsure, but then she agrees… anything for her beautiful Cal… 

At first, walking with someone while holding their hand seems inconvenient, but as she holds Cal's hand in hers, she finds she doesn't mind.

So this is a date. They are holding hands and talking while they walk around. Lae'zel is questioning why she couldn't wear her armor for this, but Tav forbids it as she throws her wardrobe at her to wear 'Something nice or Cute.' Lae'zel decides that because of her lack of experience on these dates, she will wear what Tav suggests, as long as it shows her neck. Cal likes her neck.

"So, where do we go on our date?" Lae'zel asks irritatedly as if they have been walking forever. But Cal just smiles and holds her hand tighter.

"You take your date to a place they would like." Cal pauses in front of a shop with a wide grin. Lae'zel looks at the shop suspiciously. She sees two Tieflings, smiling wide at them, and her frown deepens at them. Then they hold up a tray of muffins, and Lae'zel gasps before looking up at a very proud-looking Cal.

"Want one? I asked Bex and Danis to make some fresh for us."

"I will have more than just one..." (Lae'zel ate 5 blueberry muffins while on her date)

As they walk through the city, taking in its transitions from day to night, Lae'zel feels her guard lower the longer she walks hand in hand with Cal.

"Leave our city, you ugly hell spawn!"

Lae'zel's head whips to where a stumbling man yells. She looks at Cal, whose eyes show the slightest bit of hurt...

No… nobody slanders her, Cal…

"Excuse me a moment..." Lae'zel says surprisingly calmly. Cal watches as Lae'zel goes to the man and immediately starts beating him down. 

"Lae'zel, don't!" Cal rushes over, peeling Lae'zel off and throwing her over his shoulder while she yells out that Cals is hers and must be respected.

Rolan jerks awake. Bloody nightmares... again... nothing some water shouldn't fix for him to get some peaceful rest. But when he looks over at his nightstand, he is out of water, so it looks like he will have to make a trip to the kitchen. 

Tired, he makes his way to the kitchen and pauses at the sight of Lae'zel, Cal's girlfriend, wearing his shirt with water and food in her arms. He sighs. He could have gone his whole life without this image.

Lae'zel regards him unfazed, "Wizard."

"Lae'zel... What are you doing awake?"

"I never slept; Cal is tired and needs replenishing."

Rolan's jaw drops, "What?"

Lae'zel looks at him confused, "Perhaps if you are unaware as to why maybe you should ask Tav. I'm sure she would tell you or may show you with quite the enthusiasm." 

Lae'zel laughs to herself as she leaves Rolan in the kitchen, pacing from her comment.

Lae'zel returns to Cal's room with a smirk on her face. Cal gives her a look, "You seem proud of yourself?" 

She tosses him some food and places his water down, "I am proud." 

She takes off his shirt and crawls into his bed, letting her skin be warmed by his textured body, "Now show me this cuddling you speak of…"

[badluckgoboom]

An exceptionally dramatic eyeroll is given in response. "Uuugh. This isn't even murder of people and you're gonna bellyache about it? That stick must really be up there." One arm is suddenly thrown out to her side, Zapper clenched firmly in her hand. "Like it or not, those folks in white labcoats watching all us little monkeys dancing around are gonna dump some chimps in here that get a kick out of wreaking havoc, no matter on who. So how's about instead of being a worrywart over the giddy manner in which I tote my guns around..." The outstretched arm slowly swings forward, gaining in speed as it gets closer to pointing at this other girl...and passes right by to the other side, ending crossed over her chest. "You take comfort knowing they're pointed at the things that are threatening ALL of us and be careful not to give that reason to change, mmmkay?"

"...You seem a bit too enthusiastic about murder." And being reckless, but mostly the murder, enough that it gives Kokomi reason for pause. Even if the latchers largely deserved it and were threats on their own, it still didn't sit right with her.

[running-in-the-dark]

got a new hard drive (had to, no space left 😔), so I'm using that as a reason to completely reorganise my files (mostly shows, movies etc)

I'm having such a good time 💖

[weepingchronicles]

hii can you pls make a yandere caitlyn x reader where the reader tries escaping while cait isn't home but the reader obvi gets caught?? feel free 2 ignore💗💗

part one part two

❝yandere!caitlyn kiramman x gn!reader escaping❞

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 You had finally curated the perfect escape plan. You almost lost home, Caitlyn was too meticulous and could see through an act you put on no matter what. But when she got an emergency in Piltover, it was her duty as an enforcer to help. The spontaneity gave you the perfect opportunity to leave.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 After weeks of behaving, you secretly absorbed as much information as possible to bypass any security Caitlyn put in place.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 As soon as the warm sun hit your face and fresh air flooded into your lungs, you couldn't stop the happy tears building up in your eyes. You had forgotten what a privilege your freedom outside is. No more overbearing, clingy, protective enforcer as your side anymore! You'd change your name, your appearance if need be to escape her.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 Everything was cut short when you found an enforcer. They'll help you! You were once an enforcer after all, they'd have to believe you even if its been awhile. Right?

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "Ryan! You don't know how glad I am to see you!" You restrained yourself from clinging onto him into relief. It's been so long since you've finally felt free. You quickly explained him everything, how you've been entrapped by Caitlyn, not realizing you sound a bit delirious.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 Ryan just nods, a uncomfortable smile on his face. "Great.. does um, Caitlyn know you are here?"

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "What? No, of course not! I'm trying to escape her. You have to help me!"

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁"Yeah, yeah, of course. But maybe we should get some backup first, okay?" He says soothingly but you're already scoffing at his comment. You recognize that tone, the same condescending and fragility that Caitlyn treats you with!

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "Fine, but hurry!" You shout, getting anxious Caitlyn might've found out you're not at home still.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 Just as you're about to shout again to announce your impatientness a white gloved hand reaches out and grips your wrist with ferocity. It was Caitlyn.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 You look up at her like you seen a friggin' ghost, your heartrate dropping then picking back up exponentially like a rabbit.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "Ah, thank you, Ryan for telling me to come pick up Y/N. I was really worried for a minute there, they are suppose to be on bedrest. For a very long time." Caitlyn's sapphire eyes snap back to you, almost signaling you to keep quiet. A warning. But you couldn't help but defend yourself.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "No, help! She's fucking crazy! She drugged and kidnapped me—"

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 Both Ryan and Caitlyn have a conversation as if you're not even there. Like you're the ghost.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "Yeah, it's been very hard. Ever since the accident she hasn't been the same, her memories are so backwards. She gets delusions that I'm Jinx trying to hurt her. It's so.." Caitlyn fakes a down cast look, making Ryan pity her and put a hand on her shoulder for comfort.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 "Don't worry, I completely understand. You're doing a good thing, Cait. Do you need any help getting her back home?" Caitlyn quickly declines, flashing a discreet charming smile.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 After that it was hell. Caitlyn dragged you back home as if nothing was wrong and you didn't bother trying to escape again. She could restrain you easily, shoot you in the leg, anything. And her bruising grip on your shoulders was enough of a effective warning.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 The rest of the months was indeed spent with you on your "bedrest" even though you had no need for it. You were chained nearly 24/7 and when you weren't, Caitlyn was at your side. She'd bathe you, spoon feed you, make you succumb to her control in every little thing. Asserting that you have no power here, you can't do anything yourself especially when no one else on the outside believes you are mentally sound.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 The punishment was long but it eventually got easier, the more you let yourself accept it. You leaned into Cait's touch when she'd give you it and you didn't make a fuss every night when she put you down for bed with her. You got more freedoms, more time spent out of chains but still under Caitlyn's scrutinizing watch.

💭 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🧁 But one thing was for certain from the bars on the windows and the locks on the doors, you won't ever be seeing a ray of sunlight again.

art credit: @/kulnifer on twt

[oval3000]

Chapter 2

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(This story might suck idk)

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Jacob slammed one of the medicine drawers close after getting the bottle of pills from a specific patient. "I don't know what miracle came down here, but we haven't had an accident in a month." He said to a fellow nurse standing next to him.

"Don't jinx it," she said grabbing the pill bottle from his hands.

"You know," he stared at your section, watching as you typed what you needed into the computer," ever since she started working here, König hasn't bashed anyone's heads."

"Well it's only been a month since she started working here, I wouldn't be relieved yet." She said, popping two pills into a Dixie cup.

"Yeah well I'm very optimistic about this." He got up and walked away. "Oh if the drawer gets stuck again, just bang on it a few times."

"It would be better if they just get new ones," she sighed, walking away towards her row of patients.

He rolled his eyes, "please they're too stingy to buy new bed sheets."

You have been working here for a month and so far everything was okay. You do what you need to do and things go smoothly.

As for König, he hasn't said or do anything towards you. You honestly felt like they were fooling you by telling you all those stories about his past nurses and guards.

You learned more about the staff names on all floors. König's two guards are named Eli and Gabriel. They both make sure that nothing happens to you aswell as any other staff.

You met Dr. Smith. You first impression of her was a little stiff. Mainly because she was direct and serious. She doesn't really make small talk to any of the nurses only the administrator. She also doesn't really fond of you. Well it's not like she hates you, is more of she critics anything you do. From the way you gather the medical supplies to the way you check patients vitals. During her visit with König, you stay outside the room so you don't know what goes on in there.

You saw when she exited the room alongside Eli and Gabriel, taking König back to his room. You didn't need to look up to know that Dr. Smith was walking towards, her heels made it obvious. "He will no longer take his usual calming medication, he'll take this one." She gave you the doctors order.

"benzodiazepines?" He was fine with his usual one.

She looked at you with her eyebrows forward "Yes. Is there a problem."

"Wouldn't the short term use cause him more problems compared to how he is now. I mean, he's been doing good lately and his oth-'

"Are you a doctor (Y/n)?" She tilted her head as she gives you a serious stern look.

"No."

"Right, I call shots for what is good for my patients. So if I tell you to order his new medicine then you order his new medicine! Is there a problem!?" Her high pitch tone caused the other nurses to look at you.

You look around mentally slapping yourself in the face. Of course she knows more than you, you are just a nurse. "No, Dr. Smith. I'll order them asap."

"Good. Make sure that his primary physician knows about it too and next time you question me, go back to school to get a lab coat. You are a nurse, you do what I say."

She left leaving the echo of her heels scraping the white tile floors. You cursed under your breath while picking up the phone. Calling in orders for prescription is a pain in the ass. Well the hospital it is, you're not familiar with a psychiatric hospital. The last thing you need is to be at hold for three hours trying to get it through.

"We need medical attention at room #526!" You heard Eli. You quickly ran to König's room and saw Gabriel on the floor, holding his mouth as blood was coming out. You turned your head to take a look at König. He was standing there with blood on his nuckles. He's tall, you never got a good look on how tall he was. This man is a mountain an actual mountain.

"What happened?" Jacob entered in seeing the mess.

"I need gauze pads and bandages.' You said holding onto Gabriel. König saw as you attended him. You're his nurse not Gabriel's. You should be attending König not him. The other guards came in to help Gabriel getting up while the others trying to hold König down. Jacob came in with the medical tray. He flicked a needle, trying to get any air bubbles out. You got up as they took Gabriel out, "what are you doing?"

"Everytime he does this, we have to put him down" He made his way towards König while two other guards were trying to hold him down. Compared to the guards themselves they looked like little children against König.

You went in front of Jacob, "You don't have to do that. It will make him think more irrationally. Please he is my patient."

He lowered the needle down giving you a sigh, "Fine. I'll go make a report. But you still can't be here unless two guards are present."

"Okay." The two guards let König's arms go.

Eli and Jacob left to talk to the administrator. You picked up the gauze pads and bandage from the trey.

You haven't made eye contact with König. You've always been too nervous about that, but you had to see him to examine him. You saw him, you saw his face. He had stuble. His features are strong and sharp, his jawline looks like it can cut anybody. He had scars on his face one through his mouth and the other one through his eye. His eyes are blue a nice clear blue, which stood out against his dark under circles. He was probably the most handsome patient you have ever seen. No, not patient, the most handsome men you have ever seen.

You walk towards him, slowly. You looked up to him, your face aligned to his torso . His white t-shirt was snuged and hugged all his curves on his abdomen. You can see the outline of his perfect abs and chest area. His biceps make it look the arm holes of his shirt are going to pop open. His hair was a perfect shade of brown, almost golden. Like before, it wasn't long or short, it was a good length, enough to make a little lazy ponytail.

You stuck out your hand as he placed his on top of yours. Your hand looks barley visible compared to his. You took a peace of gauze and dabbed it on his bloody nuckle. He didn't have any wounds from the punch he gave grabriel. If anything, the blood you are wiping away is Gabriel's.

König stared at you. He saw how concentrated you are with him, how gentle you are with him and how carring you are to him. The fact that you stood up for him from getting sedated, it was a like a call for him that you are his officially.

I mean he did it for you. No one knows the other half the story, they always accuse of the one that looks guilty. When Eli and Gabriel went to take him back to his room, König heard the comments they made about you. All the comments made by Gabriel.

Sure, Gabriel is nice to you, but he looks like a jerk and he is one. He's nice to you, but behind your back he thinks you are an object. Talking about how he wants to take you, not for a date, but for a nice dinner so that he can fuck you later in his car and most likely never talk to you again afterwards...unless he's desperate for sex again

König couldn't let that slide. Talking about you like a sex toy. Talking about you like you don't have emotions. Yes, König has killed men and women that don't really deserve it, but you. Someone that stood up for him. That attends when he needs or wants something. He wanted Jell-O during lunch, but no one was giving him one. Then you came inside the dining room and saw that he didn't have Jell-O like the rest so you gave him one. It's like you read his mind. You don't deserve to be treated this way. It reminds him of himself when he was a kid.

Being bullied for just being nice, for being who he is. He wants to protect you that's all he wanted to do. So he punch Gabriel after hearing his plan to seduce and fuck you then leaving you alone for yourself without a care in the world. He was easy, just one punch and he was down on floor holding his bloody mouth.

You cleaned him up and sat him down on his bed. He wanted to grab your waist and pull you closer to him. To kiss you as a thank you.

He was never lucky with the women, who would be with someone who's a looser. He remembers the time in high-school when girls will ask him out only to laugh at his face when he thought they were serious. Before he left to go to the military he met a girl. The girl just wanted some free drinks so she talked into him for some free stuff. He lost his virginity to her and felt as if he found the one. But to her he was her wallet, a way to get free things and rides for her and her friends. He bought her flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Took her out to romantic dates that he tried so hard to assemble. Only to walk in on her having sex with another men, in his bedroom on his bed in his place that he pays for. He hoped that she was just drunk or scared..maybe, but no.

"Seriously König, you thought that I cared about you? I mean you are not even good at sex. I was just using you for the free stuff. I just wanted free drinks jeez! It's not my fault you couldn't take a hint."

He saw how they both laughed at his face. How they both just sat there naked, laughing at him as if he was the punchline to a joke.

"Believe me I never wanted this to happen! Especially after getting that dam abortion. But it doesn't matter cause you paid for it."

She wanted money to buy a new dress. She used it to have an abortion. He felt tears running down his face. They didn't feel bad, no, they laughed harder at him at how pathetic he was.

"Why would I even be with a looser."

He remembered how those kids would push him down the slide. How they would rip away his comic books. How they broke everyone one of his toys.

"Looser!"

"Looser!Looser!"

his fist turned white, he felt his fingernails, cutting deep into his palm. The girl he thought was the one was taunting him along his boy toy. He walked up to them. They expected him to bawl like a baby and beg for an apology. Instead, he choked her. His hands gripped tight around her neck. He felt some punches coming from her boy toy, telling König to stop, to let her go.

He saw as the life of her eyes went away. He heard as her neck cracked and dropped her back on the bed. He turned the guy, choking him to death aswell.

He hid the bodies, ran away, joined the military and found a new way to live.

You heard other male voices coming from the elevator and the administrator coming in. "What happened!?"

"He attacked Gabriel." You said to him, you saw what was behind him, other doctors.

"Put him in a straitjacket." He pointed to König

"What no!" You said getting in between him and König.

"Excuse me!?"

"Putting him in a straitjacket isn't going to solve anything."

He crossed his arms while looking down at you "Doing nothing will solve nothing, (Y/n)!"

You turned to König who had a stoic expression "I know, but I'm sure there are oth-"

"What are you again, (Y/n)?" he blurted out.

You knew where this is going. Twice in one day, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "A nurse."

He gave you a small smirk, the same one Dr. Smith gave you. "Exactly. A nurse. I'm your superior, you don't get to tell me what to do. Your job is to take his vitals, and give him medication not to throw orders around! Do I make myself clear!" He stepped closer to you. You wanted to back away, but you felt frozen. He was directly infront of your face. "Now, move aside so we can our jobs!"

You looked down on the floor. You never felt so light headed as you did now. The other voices coming from them were echoes. You felt nausea and sweating. Your heart felt like it was pounding from your chest, but it sounded like a blur. "S-sorry.. sir." You always feel week when people yell at you.

"Next time you do something like that, you're out of here, (Y/n). " He said as you all watched König being put in a straitjacket.

The administrator, Ben, saw König. He was taken back a bit. The look he gave him. As if he was killing him right on the spot. König no longer had the stoic expression, he gave him a death stare.

Who does he think he is to yell at you for being nice to him. To threatened her. They are all the same. Everyone here is all same. The same kids that shoved him around the boys bathroom when he was 10. The same as those girls that laughed at him that laughed at his face.

But instead of him being the victim, is you. You're so weak and innocent, how can someone treat you like that.

But it's okay because you'll have König by his side. He'll make sure to save you.

To care for you.

To love you.

To make you his.

[kentoavenue]

grateful - gojo satoru

"whatever you're thinking of, save it for tomorrow. go to sleep."

you release a heavy exhale, before pulling your arm from under your pillow and flipping over, eyes meeting stark blue ones.

you've always been mesmerized by how sky-like his eyes are, but even more so when even with the lights off, they still manage to glow. as if heaven itself lied behind those orbs.

satoru is blessed, you think. but you feel even more blessed than him for being the only one who gets to see him like this—so at peace and laid bare for you.

"you're not asleep either," you reply with half-lidded eyes.

you're tired, sure, but there was no way you'd find sleep anytime soon. not with the war waging in your head right now.

"tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours," satoru says, bringing his hand up to tuck back a lock of hair behind your ear. he rests his hand there, too.

you suck in a quiet breath, not sure how to proceed.

ever since he came back, you've been holding him more dear than usual, afraid he'd slip past your fingers again. you don't tell him that, though. sure, he knows it anyway, but saying it out loud seems like it'd jinx everything to hell again.

"i'm thinking of you."

he blinks up at you, silver eyelashes fluttering against his eyelid. god, he's beautiful.

"what about me?"

you should be grateful.

grateful that you have the strongest as your other half. grateful that he doesn't need to look over his shoulder. grateful that you never had to truly worry if satoru was going to make it home some nights.

grateful that unlike most other sorcerers, satoru never had to walk hand-in-hand with death. grateful that death hasn't knocked on his door even when the world fell to chaos. grateful that he's still here with you, breathing and warm and alive.

but you're not grateful tonight. not with the battle he's announced in several hours.

you don't want to say it, but you say it anyway, "don't be a hero."

a silent pause, before, "baby, you—"

"no, let me say it, satoru. i have to say it out loud," you whisper.

his hand leaves your cheek and slides down to rest above your waist. you relish the feeling as much as you can, commiting to memory the weight and warmth of it. you wish you two could stay like this forever.

"okay," he nods, shifting closer.

it's quiet enough that you can hear your own heartbeat, maybe even his, and you hope he can hear them too.

"i would never tell you not to go and save megumi," you start. you hesitate for a moment, but continue, voice quivering ever so slightly. "but you have to remember your life means just as much."

satoru's listening, but doesn't say anything. instead, his hand finds yours and he brings the back of your hand towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"thank you for worrying about me, but you can stop now."

"are you hearing me, satoru?" your fingers grasp his tighter, a silent demand for his full attention. he gives it to you. "i'm asking you to please come home tomorrow night."

"i will, baby." he plants a quick kiss on your nose. "i'm the strongest, or have you forgotten?"

you clench your jaw slightly, wondering if you believe him or not.

you decide you don't. not enough.

but you're not going to ask him to promise you anything either. not when he already carries so much burden alone. not when you know how easily promises get broken as of late.

"i just—." you pause to look at him, really look at him. and you pray to god that you remember each and every delicate feature of his. every flaw, every dip, every scar. "i just want you to remember that i love you, always. and i won't make you promise it, but i hope with every piece of my soul that i see you tomorrow. and the day after. and the day after that, too."

satoru huffs out a short laugh, lips pulling apart to form a smile.

"you underestimate me, again." he plants another kiss, to your forehead, now.

"i'm not," you murmur.

"yeah, you are." he raises both your hands, fingers intertwining in the air. "you're underestimating my abilities, you're underestimating how much i love you, and most of all, you're underestimating the lengths i'd go to just to come back home to you."

it's not often that the satoru gojo shows raw emotion, but... here he right now doing so. he's offering you his still beating heart in his hands—and you take it. you swear you'll keep it safe with you forever.

"just—when you're out there, remember i love you, more than anything."

you're holding satoru's gaze intently, before his' drop to your lips, then back up again.

"and i love you even more than that, my girl." satoru presses one last kiss, to your lips this time. “i’ll make it home to you, i swear it.”

[brain-depositary]

Okay, here are Arcane spoilers for Act 2. I have thoughts on Viktor, as there's been a lot of back and forth over whether what we're seeing is really him or if he is being controlled by the hexcore/arcane. And people are missing the narrative explanations, which seem to make what happened really obvious. And the biggest sign of this is that Viktor has been hallucinating Sky the whole time. The man has clearly lost his marbles.

The show is very clear that Sky is not there physically, but she's also absolutely not there mentally, spiritually, magically, whathaveyou. Her ghost isn't in the hexcore or whatever. There's simply no way.

It's not that we know for sure there are no ghosts in the world of Arcane. It hasn't been proven one way or the other that they exist. All sorts of fantastical things exist in Arcane and maybe ghosts do, too. But we know Sky isn't one because it makes no narrative sense for her to be.

Thematically, all of Arcane has been about people handling grief and loss not just poorly, but destructively. Powder hallucinates the people she's lost as critical voices and behaves erratically and dangerously whenever they do. Both Vander and Silco twist Vi and Powder's mother's dreams of peace into more violence and oppression. Jayce can't deal with the loss of Viktor and uses the hexcore to save him which Viktor specifically told him to destroy. Caitlyn becomes a dictator after her mother's death and uses the ventilation system her mother created against the very people it was intended to help. Ambessa has gone on a rampage for her dead son who preferred bloodless subterfuge, and I have a feeling Singed's daughter would approve of all the things her father is trying to do to bring her back, had she ever had the chance to know.

But Viktor, after losing Sky and her dreams, just kind of gets her back, and fulfills them? Yeah, no, I'm calling bullshit. Viktor is not going to be the only one exempt from the Arcane pain train. This would be bad writing.

Sky isn't a ghost here. She's gone. The version of her in the hexcore is purely a product of Viktor's imagination. We don't see Sky a lot, but what little we do, she's different, much more confident. It's not her. Viktor is handling his loss badly, too, but his method of doing so is just wholesale denying that it happened. Sky isn't dead, she's right there. Her dreams aren't gone, they're perfectly within reach. It doesn't matter if he dies now because he's succeeded in his goals of helping people. The sick are healed, the hungry are fed. The commune is thriving. Everything is great.

With whatever power he gained from the hexcore, he's able to project this denial onto the real world, at least for a little while. Everything in his little bubble DOES seem great, but the cracks in the facade come early. When Salo talks to Jayce in the overflow chamber, Jayce's breath condenses, while Salo's does not, implying that he's not breathing. Also, Salo's turnover at the commune is disturbingly quick -- his original personality just does not seem to be there anymore, despite his insistence otherwise. The "no weapons" rule, while idealistic, cannot realistically be enforced -- as much as Viktor denied, reality was going to come crashing in and he was going to be unprepared for it, because he just decided he didn't have to be. Huck didn't even seem afraid at all denying a heavily armed warlord and her contingent entry without disarming first when literally his only character trait has been being cowardly. There's nothing in him anymore.

So, is Viktor being mind controlled, or is this the same Viktor we've known the whole time? Well, it's not really either. This is Viktor snapping and having a mental breakdown. This is Viktor's equivalent of Jinx's tea party at the end of season 1, except he has far more power to make it last longer, seem nicer, and drag far more people into it. Probably, the hexcore is taking advantage of Viktor's vision to build its hivemind, but the vision itself is all Viktor.

So, given all this, my prediction is: Viktor will be salvaged and revived by Singed. He will get a reality check, that Sky is really gone, that the people he healed are hollowed-out husks, that the peace he created was too fragile to last -- and he won't care, he will try to get it back by any means necessary, even if he doesn't have the arcane abilities or ability to completely deny reality that he used to have. And this will create a bitter person, similar to the character we know as the Machine Herald from League of Legends.

[possibilistfanfiction]

arcane prompt "hospital"?

[jinx deserves the world, also it's nice to let cait use her girlboss disposition for good sometimes, yknow. ao3 here.]

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you hand caitlyn a cup of black tea she probably thinks is beyond shitty; it's all they had at the cart in the courtyard, and you still have no idea how to make proper tea anyway. still, she smiles — small, and residually scared, but genuine — in thanks. she's been crying, you can tell: her eyes are red-rimmed and the sweater of vi's she'd thrown on in the middle of the night is rumpled around the sleeves, like she'd used them to wipe her tears.

'she's going to be okay, right?' you look at vi's still, bruised form in the bed. 'they didn't, like, tell you really bad news while i was gone or something.'

caitlyn steadies herself. 'no,' she assures you. 'she's going to be just fine.'

'okay,' you say, and you trust her because she loves vi and because she's a doctor, and mostly because at this point caitlyn wouldn't lie to you. you scoot your chair forward and lace your fingers together with vi's hand, the one without an iv taped into it, and squeeze gently, just a hello. the doctors had explained that she's on a lot of medicine to keep her comfortable, plus the anesthesia from her surgery, so she's not going to wake up until midday at the earliest. but just in case she can feel you, you want her to know that you're there. you remember coming out of the worst sedations, medication that was wrong for you or just way too high a dose, to vi slumped next to your bedside, her big, strong hand steadfast around yours. 'did you see her x-rays or medical history or something?'

'i didn't intend to,' she says in way of an answer.

'ah.' you fiddle with vi's fingers. 'gnarly, huh?'

she puts her tea down on the small table near the bed and runs a hand through her hair before she scrapes it up into a messy ponytail. 'i knew, in theory,' she says. 'we've talked about things, of course. i'm able to help take care of when her chronic back pain flares, and how she really should have a surgical repair on her bad shoulder. but, i just, well. i suppose i comprehend the breadth of it now, more completely at least, the details in a way i can understand.'

you don't know; you don't ever want to know, not like that. vi still has nightmares about prison, still doesn't eat enough sometimes, still refuses heating pads and advil sometimes after a hard shift. 'yeah.'

'and i suppose, too, that it's hard to know how much she's hurt, even if it's so much less bad now.' she shrugs, helpless, and looks at you. 'i just love her.'

it had been terrifying, to get a call in the middle of the night from the fire department: vi had been in a building when it collapsed, and she was hurt and it was, potentially, very bad. you're not sure who they'd called first — you or caitlyn — but she'd texted you a minute after and offered to pick you up so you could both wait at the hospital while vi was in surgery. it had taken two hours before her dad came out and explained that vi had some internal injuries that still needed more fixing in surgery, as well as a few bruises and scrapes, but she would recover fully with time.

'you should move in with each other,' you say.

caitlyn pauses for a few moments, but then she lets out a quiet laugh. 'how long have you been holding that in?'

you shrug. 'you guys have been together for two years. i know vi wants to.' you don't mention that you hack into caitlyn's person email on occasion, just because you like to be nosey; you don't mention that you'd seen her and vi send property listings back and forth the last few months. 'i know she hasn't said anything to me because she doesn't want to upset me, or make me think like she's choosing you over me, or whatever.'

caitlyn considers it calmly. 'she would never do that, you know.'

'yeah.' you do; it's the thing you know most in the world. 'i also know that she's scared that if she doesn't help me at much, i'll have another episode.'

that, caitlyn has no response to.

'i've talked about this a lot in therapy.' you squeeze vi's hand, just in case she's listening too. 'at first i couldn't manage any of it without her, for sure.'

vi had spent her first month out of prison visiting you in your tent in the scariest part of town, not pushing, just bringing you food and warm clothes, comfortable blankets; she'd sit with you for hours if you'd let her, even if most of the time you talked to voices only you could hear and saw things she never would. finally, you agreed to go to the hospital with her, and from there it was more months of getting clean, and trying different medications, and really lame group therapy, and coming to terms with your diagnosis. vi was there as often as she could be, clean-cut for once while she went through the fire academy. you don't remember many details, but when you'd finally gotten released, she'd brought you to this small, rundown one bedroom apartment that she'd made as nice as she could. the first night you were home, she fell asleep in bed next to you in less than a minute, a few tears on her cheeks, seemingly of their own accord. it's always been a measure of love you'll always be a little in awe of.

'but, like, i remember my meds on my own now. i have a system.'

caitlyn's smile is honest-to-god proud. 'that's no small feat.'

you try to act nonchalant, but she's right: most of your medications have side effects that require other medications to off-set, and it's a nightmare if you don't coordinate them properly. 'and, like, my graduate program is going well, and i have friends, and i like climbing. i feel, not good, i guess. maybe i'll never feel good. but i feel real, and most of the time the world feels real too.'

caitlyn lays her hand on top of yours, and vi's.

'anyway,' you say, clearing your throat so you don't cry. you run your free hand through your hair, grown out some now after your "interesting decision," as vi had said, last year during a meltdown. 'vi can move out, and ekko can move in to our apartment. he's —' your boyfriend? your best friend? your favorite person, other than vi?

caitlyn smiles gently. 'he is.'

'he knows what to do, if i need help.'

'and i know you want to live with vi, and i know she wants to live with you.' even though you invade their privacy by checking emails, you'd never spill the beans that they've both individually been looking at rings. 'i can manage, without her there as much. i don't think either of us ever thought that would be our reality, which is why vi hasn't brought it up. i know she's still scared, probably forever. it was scary.' you take a big breath and then let it out; when you'd first gotten your diagnosis, it seemed like you would never get to be a full, independent person, and then it would be a death sentence. 'but i want to try. i can try.'

caitlyn squeezes your hand, and vi's too. 'i believe you will do wonderfully, in both my professional and personal opinion.'

'oh. really?'

she nods. 'you haven't had a full blown episode in over a year. i see you manage your days, and your impulses. clinically, you're actually a great patient. personally, you're a pain in the ass sometimes, but not because you're unwell.'

'just because of my stunning charm and incredible sense of humor? my flair for the dramatic?'

'something like that, sure.'

you laugh. 'thank you, so so much.'

she rolls her eyes but she's still fond of you, especially in the early morning light. vi's eyes are both bruised blue, but caitlyn had told you that surgeons had finally fixed her broken nose after it broke again this time: you're pretty sure vi hasn't been able to breathe properly since she was, like, twelve. at the very least she'll snore less, so a win for all of you. 'we found a house we want to put an offer in on,' she admits.

'yeah?'

she nods. 'it's not too far from your place, and it's right on the park.'

you scoff, just for posterity. 'fancy.'

she's unfazed by this point. 'we — well, vi was going to tell you, but i know it's fine if i do. we know you and ekko want to keep your current place, and i'd actually like to sit down with both of you and see if there's any way i can assist with your rent or other budgetary items.'

you're definitely, 100% about to cry, all of a sudden.

'she is so proud of you, for even being able to consider pursuing increased independence.'

you sniffle.

'but, the brownstone we're looking at also has a fully finished basement, with a bedroom and a small living area, its own bathroom. we've planned for it to be your space, whenever you want it, for any reason, for however long you'd like to stay. a night, a year. you will always have a home with violet, which means you will always have a home with me too.'

you have to do your deep breathing: sometimes kindness, especially given freely, is what makes the world slide most off-kilter. there are always voices telling you that you don't deserve good things, that caitlyn, and vi, and ekko, and vander, and even caitlyn's parents, when you go over to their giant ass mansion for celebratory dinners or parties, are lying to you. but you put your head down against your joined hands and count to ten, whisper it aloud, and then sit back up. caitlyn is waiting patiently.

'how big is the house?'

she laughs, heartily, and pulls out her phone to show you pictures and specifications. it's beautiful — not that you'd ever expect less of caitlyn kirammen — but she also tells you the plans she has to decorate, and your chest aches with a happiness so tinged with grief when she casually explains things vi wants in each room too. it's a life you never dreamed you'd get to have, and you know vi has probably been having total menty-b's about all of this, but she deserves a home more than anyone you've ever met.

'it's fine, i guess,' you say, after caitlyn finishes showing you their plans for the patio and yard.

caitlyn laughs. 'up to your standards?'

'could use more neon.'

'keep it confined to the basement, and you've got a deal.'

'ugh.'

'the only request i have is that you not blow it up.'

you pretend to contemplate. 'that's reasonable, i guess.' you look around at all the monitors proclaiming your big sister's strong heart and lungs and brain, despite it all. 'vi's gonna be so relieved that we don't have to have a heart to heart when she wakes up.'

caitlyn looks at the still planes of vi's face adoringly. disgusting, still. 'she'll be difficult enough as it stands, i'm sure.'

'total pain in the ass.'

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you spend the first night after vi moves out in your apartment with ekko, and you fall asleep with your head tucked into his chest, safe still, even now. that weekend, you haul a duffle bag of your stuff — clothes, toiletries, a quarter of your lab, a few cans of spray paint — to vi and caitlyn's new house. neither of them are home yet, vi stuck grumpily on desk duty for the evening and caitlyn's meeting running over.

but your key turns in the lock, and your favorite snacks are stocked in the pantry. eventually, they both get home, and they're happy to see you, and caitlyn laughs at the improvements you've already done to the walls of the basement. vi ruffles your hair and you bully both of them into ordering tacos like you want, even though they have plenty of things you could cook at home. caitlyn is polite enough to let you curl up with vi on the couch, just for tonight, and you fall asleep, safe and warm, there too.

[thebluespacecow]

I don't know shit about fuck but i Do know art things. So here are my Arcane hcs if and how they draw.

°'☆*~

It's obvious but Jinx is using cheap crayons that smear her hands, the kinds where when you press just a little hard they will 100% break. She's so Poscas in my brain. It makes sense for her to use paintmarkers, lots of them can go over anything. Big and bright and Fun. Though there's something so distinct in my brain of her going over the lines again and again, be it to fill out any spottienes, or because she just Needs to, something about the repetative motion just doesn't click quite the same with anything that isn't crayons. And of course there's spray pain too, i'm not forgeting the bbg. These are the big statements. No longer just doodles or a complusery need to fill out the blank space.

Vi never got to it. She was, of course, a little kid once, with a bright imagenation she'd share with Powpow to play, and scare, and giggle till they're colapsing into eatchother. So she did draw, she did. But it wasn't comfort, she sought that in other things. So, truly, i can see her only doing crude little doodles when Jinx actualy draws on paper, in the few spare corners that are there. And it's....nice, in a way. It'll be a little monster or a shitty (intentionaly bad, i mean) rendition of whoever's around she can giggle with Jinx about.

Mel is doing oil(paints and pastels!!!! pastels are more for fine fine aditions and long travels). Case closed. Go home folks. She's been doing this since young. Found a type of...solice and fascination in the old masters renditions. I can see Noxus having art as a means of glorifying the endless battle, dying in one. You know how it is. But Mel got good outside of that too. I think her the type to never truly proach portaits, she knows people well enough. It's the nature of Places, how they change, how they Feel, the wind and the sky, how waters curl and fold. It never got to be serious for her? She's dedicated a lot of time to it. Of course. She's been tought by the best. But it's a quiet passion, one she indulges in for herself.

We knowwwww Jayce sketches Viktor in his notebook. No shit that man has careful, steady hands when he needs them. He's an enginear. So i don't think the type of drawing he does is often in the artistic, but he has a control over his movements just as anyone who's worked that part of their brain long enough. So it's easy. And, yeah, Okay, maybe not easy, but when he's more so outside of himself than brainstorming, he'll drift...little curl of hair there....that soft look Viktor gets when he smiles here...and how his hands hold his cane in small, controled lines. He's not messy, he's just A Lot, and his notes reflect how he thinks things over. If Viktor gets i there then what of it?

You throw Anything at Ekko and he's done it. Acrylics? Water color? Guash? Chalk? Pastels(both kinds)? Color pencils? The boring kind(grafite)? Charcoal? Ink? Markers? The child kind? Alchochol markers(adult)? Printing? Yeahhhhhh, he's figured it out. And if he hasn't then he could. We've seen the murals, the wip paingings in AU!Powders hideout. He has a range of skill, eve if we've seen Paint mostly, it's a similar thing with Jayce in my mind. He'd simply find a way in a new medium because he already has an in depth experiance. Of course, it's still Zaun we're talking about, you get what you can, and that only makes me believe more that Ekko will Figure It Out with what he has. His materials aren't reflective of his skill. The kind that he's been building on since being little. It can't take up as much of his time as he'd like, he has a community to care for, but art is still a presance in his life, one which he clearly has a care for.

~'☆*°.

[lovers-rck]

price on emotion | caitlyn kiramman x vi

okay first of all hi.

okay second of all this fic is inspired by this drawing made by @/XWilson127 on twitter. can't stop thinking about it so yeah.

i lost my ability to write so this kinda sucks

enjoy

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outside its raining. lightning pierces through the curtains into that poorly lit room.

vi lies on the bed. her limbs feel incredibly tense to the point that she wonders if it is possible that her muscles have contracted so much that they can never return to normal. today it was her turn to fight, at first that giant man managed to destabilize her with a punch in her chest, so hard that she lost her breath for a good ten seconds. she thinks she only got air in her lungs back just because she saw that stupid smile of victory in that man's face and she got mad.

but she had won anyway, so she went home with a taste of victory and a bottle of alcohol. loris wasn't in town today to celebrate, so now she was in her rented room, watching how the light was hitting in the empty bottles of alcohol reflecting the color in her wall, like a cheap aurora borealis.

her room is a mess. besides the bottles of alcohol scattered on the floor, vi's room is decorated with clothes everywhere; on the floor, on the door handle, on her bed. from her point of view, she can see the little mark that jinx left on her last visit made with the paint that vi uses for her fights.

jinx has been in and out for a couple months now. last time she showed up when vi was sleeping; when the pink haired girl opened her eyes to hear drawers being rattled, a pair of long blue braids greeted her. vi remembers how her first instinct was to attack her, then jinx insulted her, then left. to this day vi doesn't know how she managed to get into the apartment.

so yeah, jinx has been... there.

before vi can wander further in her thoughts, a knock on the door catches her attention. she thinks maybe it's from the heavy blizzard outside, so she doesn't think much of it; she keeps looking at jinx mark.

a clap of thunder explodes in the sky, vi feels the earth that holds her rumble. she really wishes that loris would be here tonight. he is good company, she thinks; he is quiet, so most of the talking is on vi's part, usually riddled with strange babbling and exaggeratedly pronounced words because of the alcohol.

lately, vi has noticed how the alcohol has worn off; she still can't decide if she likes it or if it scares her. her life has been all about finding options to avoid consciousness for the past few months, from bruises to the cheapest alcohol she could find at the corner store. they work for a couple of weeks, then she is back at the same spot where she started.

another knock on the door comes.

she doesn't consider herself suicidal. she doesn't want to die, for sure, but she is aware of her personality's propensity for not-so-healthy methods. or so she thinks.

it's the third knock on the door that succeeds in calling vi to the surface of her thoughts. she lets out a groan of pain as she gets out of bed, her legs dragging heavily toward the door.

vi thinks maybe it's loris, deploying a sudden apparition that manages to save vi from that boring, lonely rainy night. she also thinks it might be jinx, but jinx isn't polite enough to knock on the door.

instead, a pair of crooked teeths greet her.

"what took you so long? it's raining outside."

her body instinctively slides to the side, leaving the way clear for the slender body to scurry inside quickly. a sea-blue haze pervades the room, and vi feels like she hasn't had a drop of alcohol in years.

"yeah, hello to you too" vi mutters, closing the door.

the noise of the storm leaves the room, but the presence of water makes an appearance; in front of her, caitlyn is soaking wet. the locks of her long hair shed fat drops of water, her uniform turns a darker shade where the drops landed, which becomes tighter and louder with every step she takes, leaving an unobtrusive trail for her craft.

cailtyn's eyebrows furrow. her lips open, but no sound comes from them. vi sits on the bed, her eyes match those of the blue-haired woman; it's been two weeks.

for the past few months an unorthodox routine has been going on in those four walls that vi calls home. she doesn't remember when it started, or how it became so recurrent, but when the nights became lonely and boring, she would catch herself waiting for a knock on the door.

or at least that was two weeks ago, when caitlyn showed signs of life.

"so, you came back from the dead" vi says, her legs manspreading

caitlyn purses her lips "i was busy"

"yeah, i can tell"

"things got... complicated" her hair sheds droplets of water; vi follows the path of one with her eyes, who descends caitlyn's long torso.

vi's eyes reconnect with caitlyn's as the droplet disappears "you don't owe me explanations" vi murmurs

vi can't figure out where in the recesses of her being such hostility comes from, she feels a little stupid about it, but she can't help it. two fucking weeks.

caitlyn's eyes transform, they become harder, less bright, emptier. "you are right. i dont owe you nothing" she says, her strong accent punctuating every word.

the atmosphere feels tense. the thunder continues to make a presentation in the sky, which lights up with each flash of lightning, small rays of light among so much darkness.

"so" vi says "what brings you here?"

vi knows, and caitlyn knows that vi knows. she knows why caitlyn is there, that night, when a thunderstorm is practically tearing the city apart. she could be anywhere, but there she is, in vi's disgusting room, which smells like alcohol and something that she cannot decipher.

caitlyn's furtive visits happen on random days of the week, sometimes in her civilian clothes, sometimes in her enforcer's clothes; usually at night time, when the streets of zaun lie uninhabited, where any sound could be mistaken for the rushing wind.

vi can recite this nightly routine as if it were the anthem: caitlyn shows up at her door with an excuse of being in the middle of an investigation, vi says she doesn't know anything about it, they argue, and then they fuck.

sometimes vi thinks caitlyn's lie isn't necessary, but she can't help but feel that it adds a more interesting twist to the whole thing.

"i heard that jinx has been around lately" caitlyn says, and vi smiles.

well, she hasn't used that one in a while. it's fair.

"mhm" vi says "so that is all it takes for you to come back. jinx."

"i already told you. things has been busy."

"no, i know" vi says "since deciding which fancy restaurant to go eat at every night must be complicated" she knows that she's been a little bit to hard on her, but she can't help to care.

caitlyn lets out a snort. everything she's saying is true, or at least partially true.

normally, caitlyn's secret, spontaneous visits occurred once a week, twice a week if she was feeling lucky, but those last two weeks luck was not something that characterized them. the weight of the power that her own family name inherited from her had been stealing overtime from caitlyn's life, and she had been feeling a little bit of a struggle to take care of it. sometimes caitlyn felt as if her last name was something tangible, a solid object she had to carry all day, every day, for the rest of eternity.

but her words aren't sincere enough to tell vi is that during these weeks apart, caitlyn has been searching for vi's essence in other women.

things were never easy between them. somehow, something always got left unsaid in between them, pricking like a thorn in the prettiest rose in the whole garden, pressing the skin against the thorn to see how long it can last before you hurt yourself.

she knows. she knows all of this is pointless, she knows that sex isn't enough with vi, that somehow nothing is enough with her lately. these last weeks, she found herself daydreaming about the curvature of her nose, the ink on her cheek, the scar on her lips.

but she can't afford that. even coming from a wealthy family, caitlyn can't afford the luxury of feelings, nothing there seems to have a price for her to get it, so the closest thing she can get is the sex.

and she knows that it may be selfish, but if that is the only thing she can get from vi, she will take it.

"i don't care if you don't believe me" caitlyn says "i dont know why i even bother to tell you".

her words sound harsh, her thick accent stands out.

when vi stands up, a few inches separate them. the only source of light from a dim lamp on the makeshift bedside table illuminates caitlyn's features, a dance of light and shadow reflected on her face. vi thinks that maybe the way her face is illuminated is her favorite aurora borealis.

vi's fingertips gently brush the seam of caitlyn's skirt, wrapping the fabric around her finger and causing a slight tug. she can see caitlyn's chest rise and fall.

"what are you really here for, cupcake?"

and that is all it takes.

vi still has her fight makeup on; the black shadow is scattered across her eyelids, there are spots where the shadow has patched and left large uneven chunks. she has a band-aid over her eyebrow and the artificially dyed hair lie messily across her face, but still, underneath all that, it doesn't stop her from seeing the moment when caitlyn leaves her performance and launches into her touch.

everything feels desperate. their lips fight fiercely in an intense kiss, the sound of saliva and wet lips floods the room that was once tamed by the rain outside. vi's hands clutch at caitlyn's jaw, who allows herself to be manipulated with pleasure.

none of it is tender; it's carnal. bot of them are aware of the sound of spit and heaving breaths heard in the room, but none of them seem to care enough to stop. two weeks.

caitlyn's slender, nimble fingers drop vi's leather jacket to the floor, which falls with a thud. her fingertips touch every inch of accessible skin with desperation, trying to memorize every detail, every texture of her physiognomy, to absorb every reaction of her body and then repeat the action and get the same results. the blue-haired woman's hands slip down vi's shirt until they find her breasts, where she squeezes and rubs, pinches and plays.

she loves vi's body. maybe it's superficial, but the way her muscles contract and her skin lies so tight is something that caitlyn could swear changes her brain chemistry.

she can feel how vi drags her toward the bed with steps too clumsy that they are both surprised when their bodies collide against the soft mattress and not the cold floor. caitlyn falls on top of vi, but quickly vi goes on top, leaving caitlyn's long body under her power. vi's hands navigate the full expanse of skin, her fingers sliding the fabric of caitlyn's skirt toward her hips, leaving the flesh of her thighs exposed.

vi's lips leave caitlyn's for a new adventure that begins at her neck. vi sucks and bites lightly like a famished animal, she can feel the taste of rain on caitlyn's skin, who lets out muffled moans.

she can feel vi's fingers squeezing the flesh of her inner thighs. the touch is hard and ecstatic, and both can predict the marks that will appear in the not-too-distant future. their fingers entwine in vi's hair, who whimpers as she is tugged with pleasure.

she has missed this. no one has ever treated her, or well, fuck her, like vi does. she likes that she doesn't feel the necessity of being in control with her, that she can lay down and vi will make her feel good no matter what. with vi, everything flows.

when other women got to touch caitly's body, she often found herself being overly calculating, the need to be in control of the situation overtaking her in a way where enjoyment was the last thing on the list, focused on displaying that performance for an imaginary audience.

last week, caitlyn found herself in a brothel. when the girl was eating her out, caitlyn couldn't force herself to enjoy the moment, so when she faked an orgasm and went home, she vowed never to return.

with vi, caitlyn is stripped of this obsessive need for control.

a flash of lightning illuminates the room. vi can see the desire in cait's eyes.

sometimes vi feels like it's all meaningless; too many nights have passed where the alcohol doesn't work as intended and her mind navigates the sea of worries that inhabit her being, convincing herself that the next time caitlyn shows up at her door, vi won't open it, that she will stop satisfying the needs of a piltover enforcer who only comes to her aid when the nights seem endless and sleep is not present, when frustration and the desire to ignore the exaggerated power she possesses suddenly invades her, guiding her blindly to that dark and lonely room. vi thinks that this is the only way she can break the cycle in half.

but then, for a fraction of a millisecond, she sees that familiar look in caitlyn's eyes and vi knows that her desire has betrayed her once again.

and she hates it. she hates that when all of the sex is over, she goes back to the same place where she started; drunk, beaten and missing a warmth that doesn't belong to her. there have been multiple nights when caitlyn's face where the only thing she could see, where every tone of midnight blue sent shocks through her whole body reminding her that she is alive, and alone.

but she'd rather have a little bit of caitlyn than none of her.

one night, after vi won a fight against a fucking monster -that's what she called him-, she went to a bar with loris, with the excuse that she deserved a good drink after she was about to be beaten to death. the night went well, loris bought her a drink and they talked about the next rounds, training, among other things, but when vi turned to look at loris, a flash of blue eyes caught her attention.

her ears were deafened and loris' words were forgotten. vi could have sworn she felt her heart stop for a few seconds, her skin drained of any trace of color and a bead of cold sweat ran down her spine, paralyzing her completely in a pigsty in the depths of zaun.

it wasn't many seconds before that woman turned around and her identity was revealed; it wasn't her. of course. she took a shot after that, and ended up throwing up on some random people's porch on the way back home, with loris by her side.

but that doesn't matter at the moment, not when vi's fingers slip inside caitlyn's underwear, the fabric of the skirt covering up that indecent act taking place in the privacy of four walls.

she didn't tell violet that these last two weeks she's been away she touched herself imagining that her fingers were vi's. or that she put a handful of pillows down imagining that it was vi beside her and not her usual solitude.

she wasn't allowed to say that.

vi straightens up. look at that view; the way cait is spreading her legs, the way her hips chase vi's touch, how her eyebrows furrow and her lips search for air. caitlyn's hands tug vi's t-shirt hard enough for vi to get the message. she pulls it off and tosses it to the floor, revealing her breasts to cait, who is already drooling.

they usually don't talk when they have sex, the only things that are uttered aloud are directions, like faster or louder, or some insult when vi pushes cait too hard when she is overstimulated.

the lack of talking is not because they don't care about each other, but because they have learned each other's bodies in such a way that they don't need words. a language so intimate that there are only two speakers in the whole world.

the bleached locks fall over her face in a perfectly messy way that caitlyn doesn't know whether to run them off or leave them there for her enjoyment, but before she can even decide, vi leans over and drops a trickle of saliva toward caitlyn's pussy.

caitlyn stifles a moan, her body getting used to the change in temperature. she feels vi's saliva running down her folds.

all of it it's so nasty, but she likes it.

vi's fingers quickly unbutton her pants, revealing the strap clinging to her pelvis. caitlyn wants to roll her eyes at that.

then she thinks if she is seeing someone else.

the head of the fake penis rubs against caitlyn's entrance. vi takes the length of it and moves it up and down, spreading that whitish liquid and sending shudders through the blue-haired woman's body.

vi feels mesmerized. the wet noises make her go crazy, the way caitlyn moves her hips in desperation, her lips letting out low moans. her fingers attack her clitoris, massaging that bundle of nerves as if all the time in the world belonged to her.

she knows she can make cait feel good, and that fills her with an explosion of power that vi feels drunk.

a thunderclap explodes outside, the earth beneath the floor that holds them trembles. the whole world belongs to them.

the light in the room is not bright enough to reveal how much they have missed each other.

another thunderclap.

caitlyn loves being teased by vi, but it's been two fucking weeks, and she can't wait anymore longer.

so when vi pulls out the strap, caitlyn pulls on vi's arm until her back hits the mattress and she's positioned on top of her body, her thighs on either side of vi's legs, who lies mesmerized by the sight.

her uniform is still on as if nothing has happened, the fabric of her skirt bunched up over her hips, a wet mark revealed in her underwear where vi touched her.

vi rests her weight on one of her arms, her torso is leaning back slightly, her other hand holds caitlyn's bare thigh.

"do you need help?" vi says. she feels like she hasn't used her voice in a million times. her throat itches.

caitlyn shakes her head. her hands seek support on vi's broad shoulders, which lend themselves without complaint. her body lifts a little, vi can see her chew her lower lip hard, and before sinking into the strap, caitlyn pulls her underwear to the side.

vi thinks that was the hottest thing ever. she also thinks she can cum with just that.

when caitlyn feels the base of the strap touch her skin, she lets out a sigh. she never tried this position with vi before, or with any other women. she feels full. somehow, her throat feels full, as if a million moans made themselves at home in her throat, and that at the slightest movement of her hips they'll all come rushing out.

she goes up, and then down. she does this a few times before she can get used to. her hands never leave vi's shoulders, squeezing the tanned skin tightly as the strap hits some sensitive part inside her. quickly, caitlyn's rhythm increases, who dances her hips faster and harder.

the sound of skin colliding is as dirty as it is addictive. vi lets out slight moans, not just from the sight, but because csitlyn's thrusts cause the base of the strap to rub against her clit, making her see stars.

vi's lips find their home again on caitlyn's neck, who facilitates access. everything feels hot. the redhead's skin burns, her neck carries a flush that extends into her cleavage, a path vi has traversed countless times. the pace only increases with each second, caitlyn's hips become unruly, the movements more awkward and faster. vi tilts her hips up, and the sound caitlyn makes is one she's never heard before.

she does this a couple of times before caitlyn starts to shake. vi's lips come up, capturing caitlyn's in a wet kiss, caitlyn fucks herself into vi while her mouth is getting fucked the same way by vi's tongue, who shamelessly assaults caitlyn's mouth.

more than a kiss it might seem like an attempt to shut the other up mutually, the guttural moans die on the other's tongue, vibrating at the movement of the onslaught. vi's hand travels from caitlyn's throat, caressing every inch of her body, squeezing the flesh of her hips and thighs, until it reaches her clitoris, where it presses.

she can't kiss caitlyn no more. she can't keep her mouth shut, her legs tremble and vi knows she's on the verge of an explosion. her moans sound more like whimpers, jumping on vi again and again.

"violet" cailtyn moans, her voice is shaky and high-pitched.

her pleasure is so great that it drugs her. caitlyn feels the need to vomit all her feelings to vi, to tell her that she really is the woman she imagined every time another girl touched her, that when she closes her eyes her scar on her lip is the only thing she can see, that her heart constantly seeks her warmth.

but she can't do it, so when she climaxes and the orgasm passes, she rises from vi's lap, her legs shaky and sticky

"let me know if you hear from Jinx."

and she's gone.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Has anyone written the canon-divergence where at the end of ep 9 it's Vi who's been shot and not Silco?

It's not a fatal shot, maybe; at least Vi feels oddly present. Been hit a lot in her life, so far, and she has been stabbed not so long ago, so pain is not so much a shock, but she's never been shot and it IS a different, sharper sort of pain; plus she's still dealing with the headache of the hit she received on the head beforehand. She does hear Cait scream "No", and she catches Silco's expression - the trace of relief that crosses his face (asshole, fucking asshole-) before he immediately looks at Powder with genuine, heartbreaking concern for her and it hits Vi that. Silco will always sucks and will always be the one who took her family away from her.

But he loves her, doesn't he? He loves her. He protected her. He'll protect her now.

And then her eyes are drawn to her little sister, her horrified eyes, and suddenly she's her baby sister again, just a small child, breaking down at her knees, holding her, saying she didn't mean to, she didn't-- and this time Vi can make this right.

"It's okay," she says. "It's alright, you're alright." (oh. god. It's hard to breathe. Shit. Fuck.) "Mind untying me?" she asks, gently. "Kind of need the-- breathing space, pow-pow." (It hurts more, in fact, when they embrace, when Vi craddles her sister against her, she's seeing blackspots now and she looks above her sister and she stares at Silco as she repeats: "It's okay. It'll be okay. It's not your fault. You just. Be good, for me, yeah? For us all. If you want to be... If you want to be Jinx, that's okay, but you're not a jinx, you're not. You just. Be good. For me. Make him do what you want, for a change, yeah? How 'bout that? Now i'm. I'm gonna close my eyes now. I love you. I'll never stop loving you." (they're chanting together in his head now, Powder and Cait, a litany of no no no no no) but Vi's dying (oh god, she's dying) an she can't hold her head anymore, and her squeezes her little sister harder, trying to kiss her cheek, and just falls back into her shoulder, faiting.

And then she wakes up. Jinx snuggled at her side, fast asleep. Cait looking like she hasn't slept in three days, holding her hand, reading some papers. And Silco, in the corner, watching silently. What the fuck, thinks Vi, and then she mutters: "What the fuck?" her voice is so dry.

"You're alive!" Cait exclaims, throwing the papers away. "Oh gosh, I hardly - I tried to get you to a proper doctor, but your sister - well, anyway, I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling, do you--"

"Cupcake," says Vi. "Slower."

"Oh," Cait says. "Sorry... Your eyes..."

"You could get lost in them?" Vi tries out.

Cait looks like she doesn't know whether she wants to slap or kiss. her for a full second. "They're purple," she says. "Like your sister."

Anyway, Vi gets some water, learns that Zaun got his independence while she was dying, that she was saved with Shimmer, and that now they're technically in hiding because Silco did refuse to send Jinx over to Piltover ("damn right" vi murmurs) and Sevika has been sent upside instead for negotiations. Silco did try to get Caitlyn to go as well, but she refused to leave Vi's side.

(and then something something, they still meet Vander, plot happens, etc. etc.)

[azurlily]

Day 7 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. These two yanderes work together well, so they're pretty scary.

Also a reminder to everyone this is the last month you can request a specific type of reader for free. After this month it becomes commission work. Ask any questions in either DM or on my asks/requests.

Your boss has been giving you a hard time. Vi and Caitlyn hear about and are not happy, they make the night all about you.(they also deal with your boss)

Yandere!Vi and Yandere!Caitlyn Kiramman SMUT

"I dont fucking care! If it's not done by Friday, you're off the team! Got it!?"

You nodded your head, got you hate this man. He's the embodiment of everything you hate. He stands there and glares at you before turning away in anger, you hear him mumble about 'idiot' while he walks away.

Slowly you turn around, turning your head up to stop the warm water dripping down your face. You walk out, it was the end of the day and Friday is only 2 days from now. You can work on the project at home, you hope your lovers would let you pay attention. They like to distract you from work.

Once your home you realise you see two coats, two pairs of shoes, and most importantly two women in the kitchen. Upon hearing the door close both women look up, a set of grey and a set of blue eyes look at you. The hold nothing but adoration, love, happiness, and kindness. Both of your girlfriends love you so much.

So it brought them both pain when you break down crying. Tears spill down you face, warm tears, refusing to stop. Vi is the first to run to you, she picks you up and holds you. She brings you into the kitchen, her face went from one of love to one of pure disgust.

Vi always has some sort of snark, smile, or relatively happy look on her face. Of course that's only for you and Caitlyn. Now, oh right now, she's absolutely pissed, and not afraid to show it.

"Honey? What's wrong, are you okay?"

You didn't say a word, it took you a good second to finally regain the ability to properly think. You push yourself off of Vi, Vi herself had switched back to a smile. She doesn't want to frighten you, poor you.

The three of you sit down and start talking. You explain what's been going on, specifically with your boss. You know that Caitlyn has more than enough money to support you and Vi, and she's never abuse that. You just wanted to be able to do things, and having a job was the best way. Your job wasn't always this demanding, it's your boss that's the problem.

While you were talking you didn't notice the slow changes in both Vi and Caitlyn's faces. They couldn't look at you properly, not right now at least. Both girls had one goal currently, and that was to kill you boss. How dare he yell at you!? Does he not know who you are, who your lovers are? They could ruin him with a snap of their fingers.

"G-girls. I'm going to go call someone real quick."

Vi didn't say anything else and stood up. She walked into the bedroom and called Jinx. The two have been having a good relationship so far. Their bond growing stronger, and therapy is helping too. While you sat on the couch and let Caitlyn coddle you, Vi was calling her sister for a favor.

"Hey, hey yeah. Yeah I need a favor, someone hasn't been all to kind to [name] I was wondering if you could deal with him. No- no I don't care what happens to him. Kill him if you want, just make him understand not to hurt her. Yeah, yeah I'll give you his info in a second."

Caitlyn had so many ideas stewing in her mind, how dare he. How dare your moronic, disgusting, disrespectful boss, EVER yell at you. Men like him need to be put down, maybe cut their balls off, like you would a dog or a cat. Teach him a lesson, he obviously doesn't see a goddess when it's in front of him.

Vi walks in with a smile, she had a good- great idea. You poor thing, you've been hurt so badly by your boss. You need all the love and care both of your very willing girlfriends can provide.

Vi sneaks over to Caitlyn with a smirk, whispering her plan into her ear. An equally devious smirk appears on Caitlyns face. Oh this, this is going to be fun, very fun. Caitlyn smiles sweetly at you, she gives you the smile that tells you many things. That she loves you, that she adores you, that she'd kill for you, that she want to fuck you so hard it hurts.

You assumed the latter was her choice.

"Sweetie, why don't you go undress in the bedroom, hm? Vi and I will be there soon, we're just going to grab a few toys."

Caitlyn stands up and give you a small peck on the lips before leaving with Vi. To large smirks on their face as they walk away. Their entire plan is to fuck you so raw you can't go to work, then when you do, your boss(if he's even alive) will have a whole new personality.

You walk to the bedroom, your face burning. Other parts of your body started to burn too, burn with need, with want. You didn't realise how pent up you were until now, god this was frustrating for you. You know your lovers, they love to tease.

After about ten minutes Caitlyn and Vi walk in. Vi has her boxers on, she also has a belt with a harness attached to it. The entire thing makes it look like thin, black(stylish) suspenders. Caitlyn though, oh she's wearing baby blue lingere. It looks so soft and pretty, you want to tear it off her, so very badly.

"You look so cute princess! I'm glad you were smart enough to only wear a bra and panties, if you wore anything else, well I would more than likely tear it!"

Vi always sounds so enthusiastic right before sex, you know it's her way of showing her interest. It's just scary sometimes, I mean the look on her face and the way she's talking are two very, very different things. She sounds happy, sweet, and kind, she looks like she wants to fuck you in front of hundreds of people and let them call you dirty things for her amusement.

"Mhm. Indeed, our beautiful little wife has learned, finally. I'm glad I dont need to worry about Vi destroying all your clothes anymore. Now, how about you lay back for us."

It wasn't a request, no instead it was a command. Caitlyn runs a tight ship, and you've learned bratting off only fucks you over further into the future. Not that it matters, you find it fun. You tilt your head and ask her to make you. A smile- dark, a dark smile finds it's way to her face. Caitlyn walks to you, she gently grabs a handful of your hair and pulls. A warning, she's warning you.

You know, you know all about her warnings. First a hair pull, then she'll bite your neck softly, lastly she grab you by the throat. Not roughly, but not soft either. You look up at her with faux innocence, you tilt you head in an attempt to feign innocence. You hear a deep growl from behind you, Vi. She's getting impatient.

Vi is the easier one to please out of the two, she just wants to make you scream. That's isn't hard to do, you just have to hit the right spots.

"I advise you to listen to Caitlyn, just because this night is about you doesn't mean we wont remind you how to listen. Dont test."

You decide it's best to save the brat for another day, you know their doing this to make you feel good. You told them everything, you're not surprised they had this cooked up. You nod slowly, you watch Caitlyn pull back, only for her to push you onto the bed. You lay back, spreading your legs and moving your arms above your head.

You know how they like it. You watch Caitlyn move and sit in a chair, it has gold trimmings and is a satin red. Vi smirks, this is how it goes. From now on, the words 'Vi' and 'Caitlyn' don't exist. It's daddy, and mistress. Honorifics, the things you call them by as a reminder of how they own you.

You watch Vi pull something from a box she had with her. A bright red, 8 inch long strap on. She looks between you and the strap, she sees the reaction on your face. Nothing but pure horny bliss, that's what she likes to see. If she saw that you were scared, she would have used a smaller one. One that would better fit you and your interests.

Vi attaches the strap to her, that's what the harness is for after all. She takes a few steps to you, she puts gets on the bed, her hips cornering you. You lay spread out, and she lays on top of you, look down. She takes your hands and cuffs them together, she. The harness has a belt attached to it, the cuffs were attached to the belt. Vi grins, she loves seeing you helpless, seeing that you need her.

You look over to Caitlyn, she's staring you both intently. She wants to see who will react first, if you say something, or will you meekly open your legs and let Vi have her fun. Caitlyn shakes with anticipation, making herself wetter than before. At some point Vi cant take it anymore, she grabs one of your legs and puts it over her shoulder. She dips the straps tip into you, nothing more, just the tip. She wants to see you shake, shake in pleasure, in pain, she wants to see all of it.

You jump and shake at the sudden intrusion, you body feels amazing and Vi just looks at you. She watches you twitch and shake as she slowly slips in and out ofr your pussy. She wants to see every reaction, every movement. Vi can't get enough of seeing you like this, she needs it, she becomes feral thinking about all the things she's going to do to you. Her pace quickened, hips starting to jam closer and closer to your. She needs this, badly.

Caitlyn watches you two with intense excitement. She loves seeing you like this, and it wasn't like she isn't getting any please out of this two. She had put a bullet vibrator in Vi, and she had a vibrator on herself too. She has the controls to Vis and hers, she turns Vis up by 1 and watches her shake. Caitlyn can see just how much shes getting off on this, and it makes her shiver thinking about it.

"Vi honey, if you want to cum at any point tonight, you're going to have to make our darling scream. I want to hear it loud and clear. Got that?"

"Mm, y-yes ma'am. Make her scream so I can c-cum."

Vi is absolutely losing it right not, her hips keep slamming into yours. No matter how many times you shake and spasm, your entire body is under her control. Vi on the other hand is under Caitlyns control, she knows Vi is chasing her oragsm, and hell get it. As long as Caitlyn gets to hear you scream. Vis thrusts get more and more manic, she's shaking, helping you into your orgasm, while chasing her own. God she needs it, so badly.

Your breath starts to shake more, you and Vi had changed positions a while ago, you are on your back and Vi has you holding onto her for dear life. You start scratching down Vis back, be it the pain of pleasure, you can take if anymore. You start crying and mumbling incoherently, you don't know what you're saying, and neither do Vi or Caitlyn. All that matter is you being absolutely destroyed, and you look oh so close.

"Vi, baby, I want you both to cum with me. Hold on just a bit longer babe, and Vi, I'll turn the vibe up."

You didn't know if you could hold on, it just felt so, so good. How the hell are you going to hold back like this!? At this rate you'll start breaking rules, one of those being don't cum unless given permission. You start hitting Vis back, hoping she slows down. You need her to or you wont last any longer, although you know Vi isn't going to listen. Even if you could talk properly, which you cannot.

"Fuck- cum! Both you of y-you, fuck!"

Permission, that's what you needed, and finally you were given it. Your body convulses against Vis, who does the exact same. You to shake and rock against eachother. Slowly you both come down from your highs. Caitlyn turns the bullet Vibrator off and turns hers off too. Vi slowly pulls out of you, she sees your freshly fucked face and almost laughs. You look so cute, all dumb like this.

"You both did so well for me, but now. Vi honey, please move. It's my turn to torture [name] body, and I intend to work thoroughly.

You look at her in your blissed out state, you should have known. Both if them want your body, they just like to take it in different ways.

[richeeduvie]

BRAIDED

How Jinx ends up in braids

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WORDCOUNT: 2.1K, SERIES ON AO3: LINK HERE

Okay, blog regulars, I promise this will be the last bit of father Silco content we'll see...we'll get Wedding Bells part three out and read Lalo going feral over...everything of Princesa, but this is how I cope with Arcane season two okay???

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"The kid sees things, Silco. I know she ain't ever been...the way kids should be since we took her in but -" Sevika looks to the cigar between her strong-welded fingers. "She sees things. And she talks to whatever she sees. That's not right. If you're really, actually thinking of putting that tween's hobby of exploding everything in her sights within our line of business...that could, I don't know, affect said line of business. You know it." 

Silco does not sigh nor move, really. He does not stare at Sevika in her confrontation. He takes another inhale of his own cigar. The man gave one to his guard twenty minutes ago when she stepped in to relay the dealings and their issues today. 

He offered, and she was hesitant to accept, considering he'd never offered anyone a cigar of his own before, and it felt too...far away from professionalism. But Sevika took it from Silco and has been smoking since then. He can tell it's not her cup of tea. He assumes her true enjoyments lie in paid women and a stinging whiskey. 

“Silco.” 

Silco thinks these things because he doesn't want to think of Sevika being right about Jinx. She is. It's been a few years since her first true outburst when she was an ill little girl before she accepted Jinx - when she was little Powder. Her tendencies to whisper to herself (but not to her) and mutter in manic laughter where there's no humor has been growing ever since. Silco hasn't done much to not normalize the issue. 

In turn, Jinx hasn't put much effort into hiding her tendencies, as if it's not an issue at all. 

With every wide-eyed look and growing hand in his, Silco finds himself agreeing. It hasn't been so much of a burden on her, obviously. Jinx does not come crying to him, asking for his help in getting rid of these hallucinations. She still comes to him for her nightmares, though. And if his methods of helping her during those nights of nightmares are any clue to what he'll do with Jinx's hallucinations...well, then. He'll do nothing at all. Nothing but soothe her over until they come again . 

"You can't stop a bad dream. I can't stop a bad dream, but I'll always be there after. Here for you. That's how our world works." 

It's not an act of neglect . It's an act of selfishness. How would she come to him if he fixes her terrors? What will he do then?

"What am I to do, Sevika?" Silco blows his puff, a ring of smoke floating up into the air. "Smack her blind? That way, she won't see whatever she sees anymore?" That would be how the woman would have it. 

"...Yeah? You'd have to take out her ears too, she hears what she sees. Listen, Silco. You're saying she'll be ready soon to be out with us. In a year or so...what if this is not fixed? What if she has...a what? What'd you call it, an episode? What if they happen in the field and she gets us all killed?"

Silco nearly twirls his cigar between the skin of fingers. 

“You already act as a moderator with our crew, don’t you? It’d simply be your job to make sure that doesn’t happen…and you give that girl no credit, Sevika. None. She’s stronger than you think. Smarter. If you would let up on her, you’d know that.” 

Sevika stands, coming over to use Silco’s doodled ashtray. 

“Alright. I can handle how Powder hates me, I could handle the shit she’s bound to put us through the minute she steps outside The Last Drop. But then she has her episode out there and doesn’t even think to get out of a bullet’s way. Then what? She doesn’t even attempt to fight a rival taking her away to do Janna knows what-” 

Silco, the side of him against the desk, slams his cigared fist down. Ash flies. 

“That will not happen.”

It’s not logic on his tongue, even he knows that. But the man couldn’t possibly care. His eyes shift off to the side, looking up at his everything colleague thin-mouthed. 

“...Cause I’ll make sure? Or you’re too busy thinking like a father to think right?” 

Silco presses his ring, middle, and pointer finger against the middle of his brow before he stands. He puts out his cigar in the ashtray. 

“Because you’re talking about Powder. I’m talking about Jinx.” 

Sevika stares before she nods. Silco thinks he could imagine her scoffing right here. 

“Right. We’re still calling her that. It’s a little too on the nose. But I’ll go with what you decide, and if that decision ends in her getting us all killed or getting herself killed or worse, then-” 

Janna, let him find some fucking quiet without being reminded that Jinx can leave him. 

“I’ll talk to her. I’ll confront her as you’ve confronted me. Will that suffice or will you continue with this incessant need, this near desire to imagine the girl dead?” 

Sevika turns, going to leave. Thankfully. They agree and work with each other much better without the mention of Jinx. But of course, there’s always one last thing to be said. 

“I don’t want her dead, Silco. Not now, maybe give it another three years of her and sure, but I don’t want her dead. That’s why I’m talking about this now. But shit, with my luck, she’ll trip over those bunch of strings she refuses to cut and fall onto one of her bombs. Will I still have a job, then?” 

Silco looks to the ashtray. He presses a finger there. 

“She’s quick on her feet, that won’t happen.” 

With her back to him, the man doesn’t see Sevika hold in a laugh of no humor. She leaves. He sits back in his chair. 

It’s a position that lasts seven seconds. He gets back up. It’ll be a talk he’s on his toes for. Silco has no interest in putting Jinx in a place where she thinks her mind exists wrong. It does not. It never could, even if it burdens Sevika. Even if it burdens herself.

Even him, on occasion - but burden does not outdo perfection, especially when it all falls on him to take care of her, to let his child grow into him, a relationship neither of them could run away from. 

Before he’s able to enter Jinx’s hideout, Silco’s already treated to frustrated groans and belty-shouting. 

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

Would this be what Sevika calls an episode? Silco thinks so until he enters. He slows in his steps.  

Jinx’s attempting to put her thick, blue hair into buns. She fails. Again and again. This time, the person she’s talking to is truly herself. Or her hair. 

Silco tilts his head. 

“Where did I put the CLIP?? DAMN IT!” 

The girl, nearly twelve, lies on her stomach, legs kicking in pale-child anger. She groans into a mirror she’s managed to keep upright on the floor.

“How did she do this??” 

Jinx’s face falls into the floor. She throws a bomb off the plank. Down it goes into a puff of smoke. Silco almost feels it’s right to smile. He takes soft steps closer. 

“Jinx, what is wrong?” 

“I’m gonna throw myself off, Silco. I’m gonna. Throw. Myself. Off!” 

Every word is said with each harsh brush through her hair. It’s his old brush he gave to Jinx three months after he took her in. He realized she would, at some point, need to brush her hair. Sometimes he’d do it for her. Not so much anymore. He wouldn’t mind if that changed. It takes no time out of his day, and he gets to hear her say the funniest things that can even break a laugh in him. Only sometimes, though. 

“You wanted to grow out your hair, a harsh maintenance is eventual.” 

Jinx pffts. “I need you to make senseeeeee, please. Literally means actually, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“I’m-” His girl mms , face smushing back into the floor. “Imma hafta lit-er-ally die if you don’t make sense. Nothing is making sense! This brush is supposed to go through my hair! It always does.” 

Silco puts his hands behind his back, he finds his way to her little, tantrum-filled body on the floor. His head lowers. 

He’s forgotten what he’s come to do. 

“Well, you have to brush it every day for that to happen. Have you been brushing it every day?” 

She hasn’t. By all the tangles he’s been noticing for the past week, she most definitely hasn’t touched that brush until now. 

Jinx sits up, back slumped. She turns to him, but she doesn’t look up. “...No.” 

“There’s your issue. And now that you have long hair, you can’t get away with skipping days any more.” He kneels. 

He goes to sit fully, legs crossed. 

“Give it to me. Turn back around.” 

Silco catches Jinx’s eye roll before she turns her back to him. She hands the brush over her head, when he grabs it, he’s already at work in the mess of her hair. 

“OW! Silco!” 

It’s all tangles in the blue. Her hair is nearly down to her waist and Silco is sure she’ll let it grow further. He won’t stop her. It’s all hers. 

“When I promised no harm would come to you with me, I excluded this.” He nearly grunts on a particularly hard knot to comb through. “Keep still! Before I scalp you.” 

“UGHHHERHRHHEHHERRUGH!” 

“Did that help?” 

It’s a beat of silence. 

“...I don’t know.” 

Silco doesn’t stop. He doesn’t know how long they’re there - but it's the groans of a restless child and his focus on blue threads of hair until it’s smooth, untangled. Perfect on that head of hers. He runs his fingers through. 

“There. Perfect.” 

And he runs his fingers through, thinking. Wading in his thoughts. 

“Alright, thanks! Now it’ll be easier for me to hide things in the-” 

Jinx goes to run off, but he takes her by the shoulders when his thought is finished. When it’s resulted in an idea. 

“Sit back down, child.” 

Jinx groans out, head falling back when her hold body does. “Whaaaaaaaat?? I said thank you! Here!”  

She throws her back into his chest, staying there for a long, restless moment. 

“Back-hug!” 

“We’ll give you braids. It’s a protective hairstyle.” 

“What?” 

He pushes the girl to sit off of him, already separating her hair into two bunches. “Do not pretend that you don’t know what braids are, Jinx. I don’t know how you’d make a bit out of that.” 

“No, how can hair be protective?”  

“Hair can be protective. And expressive.” 

And there, Silco begins to braid. It’s easy, and he will not think of how confronting her with her head and everything in it would protect her, cause it’d be separating those parts from Jinx. He wants to separate nothing. It’s as simple as that. 

“Hair is hair. Silco.” 

“Then you’ll let me shave all of yours off, hm?” 

Jinx is silent after that - just until he moves onto the next braid. He barely thinks of his memories, and whether or not he should relay them. 

“My hair wasn’t always this short. I had it longer. Not like you, but I could’ve braided it if I wanted to. At my age, it’s easier to maintain what I have now. Not that I’m old like you say.” 

It’s another beat of silence…

Then a breaking of giggles. Silco can feel them with every brush. 

“What?” 

“I see a braided Silco! I can’t-” She giggles so brightly. His lips thin, curve. “That’s so funny! You need to put your hair into pigtails. Right NOW!” 

And there. He’s finished. 

“There. This will hold you over, because I know you won’t remember to brush it every day.” 

He puts the braids over Jinx’s shoulders. Through the mirror, he’s able to see her face soften and study them as she patters her fingers over. 

“Do they work?” 

“...Yeah.” 

Silco smiles. He kisses the back of her head. There, he remembers, but he only has one thing to say. 

“You see a lot of things. And all of them are real, one way or another. Yes?” 

The girl doesn’t say anything at that, she only falls back into his lap. She’s curled, back against his chest. 

“How mad would you be if you woke up to pigtails tomorrow?” 

It’s a genuine question that’s asked so innocently. Silco sighs. 

“I don’t waste my anger on things I can’t control.” 

“Good.”

[dragonentusiast]

✨Christmas special with Hogwarts finest✨

Hero was in huge trouble. Well not the usual kind of trouble, it's worse. In two days it's Christmas the favourite holiday of every christian and capitalist. Okay that was harsh even for Hero. But we are 39 words in and we still don't know the problem. Well it's quite simple. Hero can't find a book on "how to gift something to someone if you have an infinite bag of stuff to make it different from what you do on a daily basis". Yeah and it wouldn't be the same. A new tea pot for Ivy? One second and Hero has it. Maybe a custom made gloves for Daniel? Hero already gifted him like a whole glove factory worth of gloves. Who knew that having everything can be bad? But Hero has a plan. And to no one's surprise it involves stalking his friends. With invisibility potions. Kevin and Robyn were taking a stroll in the courtyard. Ah yes a love potion would be perfect...no it's too basic and unethical.

Kevin: It's so quiet today.

Robyn: Well today even evil folks are enjoying the snow and the holiday spirit. Aaaaaaand BB hasn't been seen since yesterday.

Kevin: Now that's scarier than any possible attack on hogwarts or any secret place that isn't discovered yet.

Robyn: I can't wait to see what he will pull this time! I was sooooo jealous of those custom made Weasley Whizzbangs he used last week!

Kevin: The ones that he tied to every broom in the castle and let them roam freely?

Hero almost blew his cover by laughing at his own prank. But a professional stalker cannot make such rookie mistakes. But when he thinks of Slughorn running he can't help but snicker. But back to the conversation because Hero already has a gift idea for Robyn.

Kevin: Do you know what my cousin got me for Christmas?

Robyn: Let me guess books.

Kevin: Dueling books.

Robyn started laughing.

Kevin: A year prior they got me monster books! It chewed up my limited edition cook book!

Robyn: Wait what? Cook book?

Kevin: Yes. There is a dessert called the Ice Queen's pudding. I love it but the only recipe for it is in Mrs. Burnback's limited edition Magic in the Kitchen books. They are long sold out and if you try to write down the recipe it disappears!

Robyn: What an amazing jinx for something so trivial. Don't worry Kev maybe the black market has a copy of it.

Kevin: It will be freezing in hell the day I set foot there again.

Mission accomplished. Cue the music! Now all Hero has to do is find the others. To his surprise Ivy and Daniel were actually looking for him. Well it is kind of out of character for him not to harass either of them. They might be worried about him! But it's more likely that Daniel needs weed again but Ivy won't let him go into the Forbidden Forest alone anymore since he got lost in it. Twice.

Ivy: Hey Cassandra! I know we aren't the best if friends but have you seen Hero?

Cassandra: Who?

Daniel: BB.

Cassandra: No I haven't seen any fashion disasters. Well I have but not as severe as BB is.

Ivy: How could no one seen him?

Daniel: Yeah I mean he has white hair. Not to mention that bag he carries around. He stands out like a sore thumb. And there are no traces of disaster either. I think he's dead.

Ivy: Daniel don't say that!

Cassandra: Oh don't worry knowing him he will be back to haunt you guys.

Ivy: Come on, it's not funny!

Daniel: Have you considered that he has other friends and he is with them?

Ivy: ...

Cassandra: ...

Daniel: You are right it's the most unlikely scenario.

Ivy: Anyways, any plans for Christmas?

Wow they forgot him really quickly.

Cassandra: My parents will organise a Christmas party. I want everything to be perfect but so far nothing is going according to plan!

Ivy: Because?

Cassandra: I don't have any accessories!

Daniel: Should have thought.

Cassandra: Silence turtle neck. Do you know how hard it is to find a fitting earring that is elegant but not simple but not too extravagant for the new dress that Night sky fashion released?

Ivy: Oooooh the sparkly dress?

Cassandra: It's- Yes the "sparkly dress".

Daniel: Well I won't do anything out of the ordinary. I will probably help Esme with cooking dinner.

Ivy: Will there be any Christmas pudding?

Daniel: I know what I will get for you to Christmas.

Ivy laughed.

Cassandra: I would look out for my diet if I were you.

Ivy: I don't eat that many sweets!

Daniel: You eat so many since Hero won you that Honeydukes life time coupon on the Halloween dance that it is a health hazard!

Ivy: Not you too Daniel! That's it I want new friends for Christmas.

Cassandra: I'm not your friend.

Ivy: Than I suppose you don't need the gift I bought for you.

Cassandra: ...

Ivy: That's what I thought!

Daniel: Now that you mentioned it-

A chilly wind runs through the hallways of the castle and Daniel sneezes.

Daniel: This damn cold!

Cassandra: May I suggest purchasing a better coat? Maybe in a different colour. And style.

Daniel: I don't have the money for it right now. I had to buy Esme those concert tickets she wanted.

Ivy: I will make you some tea in the clubhouse.

Daniel: Thanks Ivy.

Ivy: No problem. I have been getting myself into tea flavours lately. But there are so many of them and some of them couldn't even be purchased in England!

Cassandra: Of course not! The more special tea bags come from China. My uncle got some dragon fruit and hibiscus tea for my mom's birthday.

Ivy: Sounds delicious!

Well Hero heard enough. He will send his dad to China. He will send hie mom to get a definitely not snake shaped accessory and a warm coat. She is the most elegant woman Hero knows after all. But maybe Cassandra's taste is even unknown for her. But oh well she should be happy that he won't put a baby dragon into that gift box. Hero finds Lottie and the twins chat in the great hall. What a rare site. But when he hears the conversation he instantly understands.

Lottie: That's so sweet of you two! Of course I will make a portrait of your mother!

Colby: Thanks a lot. We wanted something special and we aren't the best at this kind of stuff.

Fischer: Yeah thanks Lottie!

Lottie: No problem! I love it when someone shows interest in art. Speaking of art there is a beautiful limited edition Winter wonder palette from the famous painter Mr. Thompson. It's a shame it's already sold out.

Colby: Oh that's really a shame. But maybe you will find one at an auction. Some valuable stuff ends up there often.

Lottie: Yeah that's what my dad said too. And how will you spend Christmas?

Fischer: With a lot of tasty food and presents!

Colby muttering: If only I could tell them that I want a poetry book.

Fischer: What is it brother?

Colby: I said if only I could get a baby dragon!

Fischer: Oh yeah that would be cool. Do you think I could get a sign broom from Mr. Coldwell? He is the best beater in the quidditch league!

Lottie: Anything is possible if you set your mind to it!

Colby: But probably not. Mr. Coldwell is in training camp in Norway.

Fischer: One can dream brother.

And that's it folks the secret Santa has all the information needed. He can't wait for those surprised faces! But he should reveal himself soon, before Ivy reports him to the headmistress or worst Daniel wanders into the Forbidden Forest and gets lost. Again.

Pt 2 coming maybe?

[infectedhusband]

Hello new f/o!! I have a couple questions for you!!

4. Did you know your s/o long before you two became a couple, or was the relationship established relatively quickly after you both met?

5. Are you okay with PDA? How affectionate are you willing to get in public?

8. What is your contact name in your s/o's phone? What is their contact name in your phone?

19. Would you let your s/o wear your clothes, if they could? Would they let you wear theirs if their clothes fit?

34. Who's the taller one in the relationship? What is your height difference? If it's significant, is there any way to accommodate for it, or does one of you have to suffer through back/shoulder pain when you lean down for kisses?

Hello Anon! I'm more than happy to answer any questions that anyone has! Be prepared for the biggest yap session ever!! :D

4. Did you know your s/o long before you two became a couple, or was the relationship established relatively quickly after you both met?

Technically we aren't official yet... I mean yeah we act like a couple but Jinx hasn't officially asked me out, and I haven't officially asked them... yet!! I plan on doing it sometime soon. :D So to answer your question, it's been a little while. It's been almost a month? So not long but also not immediate either!

5. Are you okay with PDA? How affectionate are you willing to get in public?

I love PDA. I love being able to hold their hand and hug them and give them cheek kisses in public. Not to sound possessive, even though they'd like it if i was, but it lets everyone else know that they're mine, and vice versa! I'm willing to go as far as they are with it! If it's just holding my hand, that's great! If it's (someday) a quick kiss, that's also great! Whatever they feel comfortable with.

8. What is your contact name in your s/o's phone? What is their contact name in your phone?

Jinx's contact name for me? It's just my name with a couple hearts at the end. They aren't too big on nicknames as contact names because they will forget which one is me if it doesn't have my name. Mine for Jinx? It's "My Star 🩷" :D

19. Would you let your s/o wear your clothes, if they could? Would they let you wear theirs if their clothes fit?

Oh yeah! We share clothes all the time, at least, when we're home! It's adorable seeing them in one of my work t-shirts or Hawaiian button ups. And they let me wear their graphic t-shirts, which usually have horror movie characters (99% of them are Ghostface) or bands (MCR, PTV, the list goes on) on them. They're really comfortable, and they smell like them too!

34. Who's the taller one in the relationship? What is your height difference? If it's significant, is there any way to accommodate for it, or does one of you have to suffer through back/shoulder pain when you lean down for kisses?

I'm 100% the taller one. No doubt about it. I'm like 5'10 (maybe 5'11), and Jinx is 5'4. So the height difference is around 6 inches. I have to bend down to kiss them, but it's not really painful, if I'm honest!

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 03/15/2024:

Hi Gwen! Lots of love from a usually silent reader <33. Which champs do you associate with ZOFGK the most? Any chance that we will get a fanfiction of you where T1 has champion abilities like in ginger's WtSR or those star guardian AUs?

hello!! thank you so much for the support🥹🥹

for champion associations, you can very much tell when i became a t1 fan because of the meta and what they played, lmao. (2022 msi. its all 2022 champs.)

for me, zeus is gangplank, yone, and jayce. his gp is fucking insane and it hasn't been meta since 2022 and i miss watching gp SO MUCH. riot where is he?? my choice of yone is primarily for his botlane play during 2022 worlds semifinals vs jdg during game 2. yeah. that just imprinted in my brain i fear. jayce is self-explanatory i think? i don't have a particular play associating with it but he loves jayce. i associate jayce with him, not AS him, but as like. he's in love with jayce. i think i have a minimum of 2 fics joking about zeus being in a parasocial one sidedrelationship with him. that's his computer bf right there.

for oner, i'd say viego. (nocturne is the runner-up here.) again. 2022. specifically 2022 msi semifinals vs g2 game 1. that play toplane where he got a triple kill. yep that's oner. funnily enough, while viego is on top of oner's list, oner isn't top of viego's list for me. like when i think of oner champs i go viego. when i think of viego players i think of... elyoya. RAT! no one asked but elyoya is qiyana and viego in my brain.

faker is ryze. that's bc of um. 2022 semifinals vs jdg. he's just a ryze guy what can i say. like ahri, yes, as a secondary. ahri is also very chovy! ahris is chovy and faker equally. faker is primarily ryze tho. srry not sorry.

guma is jinx and cait. he has a lot of good champs tho like.. aphel and xayah and varus >>? idk. but i just mainly associate him with jinx bc of his own outspokenness toward it, and cait bc the worlds 2022 incident (PERMABANNED XDD LMAOOOO)

keria is tamh kench, renata glasc, and lux. thresh after those three, sue me, but i didn't become a fan when like thresh was meta (i arrived in the fandom at msi 2022, okay, not spring 2022.) tk and renata = worlds 2022. lux is just. his lux is so good man. i want a keria lux skin. i feel like i would associate him with bard IF i became a fan at 2023 worlds, but i didn't, so its not nearly as notable for me. but man, keria just has a champ ocean (they all do tbh) its hard to pick.

(nobody asked but jojopyun is akali btw)

as for a fic with t1 as champions... its a possibility! im not going to rule it out. i already dipped my toes in proplayers as champions with my kindred fic for chovy and showmaker. i also have a runeterra au, but in that one my characters are all runeterrean npcs, not actual champions. keria is some demon of obsession, guma and oner are from rural demacia, faker is from ionia, and such. i'd have to like, figure out a plot first, but yeah a fic with t1 as champions/having champion abilities is definitely a possibility from me :> tysm for the support and the submit!! ily have a great day <3