#and how easier things would be if vi was here to talk to this about

[mcytegg]

i havent even finished zams s4, i dont know vi or subz or eclipse fed like that, why am i about to fucking cry over zam talking abt regretting betraying the eclipse fed, about never talking to vi about what happened before realizing it was too late :')

[anamina0]

Echoes

Part I , Part II , Part III , Part IV, Part V , Part VI, Part VII , Part VIII

Summary: By not telling Vi, you are betraying her. By telling Vi, you are betraying best friend. There is no winning here.

Warnings/themes : angst , trauma , mentions of death , smut , nsfw (+18) , face riding, fingering, swearing

Word count: 6.1k

You’d been obsessing over it for days now. The thought clawed at the back of your mind, refusing to leave you in peace. No matter how much you tried to push it aside, Vi’s story gnawed at you, whispering echoes of something you didn’t want to face. It was too familiar—too eerily close to what Faye had once told you. You tried convincing yourself it was just coincidence, that your imagination was running wild, but deep down, you knew you were lying to yourself. Not because you were paranoid, but because facing the truth meant making choices you weren’t ready for. You didn’t want to betray Vi. Whatever was growing between you two—it felt fragile, precious, and you didn’t want to lose it. But this… this discovery could destroy everything. It terrified you. Still, pretending everything was fine felt even worse. Every time you looked at Vi, guilt twisted in your gut. You couldn’t lie to her, not while the questions burned in your chest like a wildfire. You had to find out the truth about her sister, no matter how dangerous it was or what it might cost you.

But asking Vi outright? That wasn’t an option. She’d see through you in a heartbeat, and if your suspicions were wrong, it would shatter her trust. No, you had to do this alone. Someone in Zaun had the answers, and you’d find them—no matter how long it took. And so, you started to pull away from her. Slowly. Carefully. You told yourself it was better this way, that creating some distance would make things easier for both of you. But the ache of it nearly broke you. Ignoring Vi wasn’t just an emotional wound—it felt like a physical one, gnawing at you from the inside out. Every glance you avoided, every touch you refused—it all hurt like hell. Yet you couldn’t let yourself face her, not when everything about her presence reminded you of the truth you didn’t yet have.

The bar became your hunting ground. The smoky, dim-lit room was alive with murmurs and clinking glasses, the perfect cover for your search. You paced behind the counter, ears straining for any snippet of conversation that might lead you to what you needed. Every so often, you’d grab a tray and wander between the tables, serving drinks and feigning indifference. This was Zaun. Someone always talked too much if you gave them the chance.

It wasn’t until you set down a round of cheap whiskey at table five that you caught something promising.

“Now she’s acting all high and mighty, like she’s too good for us,” a burly man grumbled, puffing out a cigar.

“Bullshit,” his friend shot back. “She’s still one of us. Always will be.”

“She used to be everywhere, you know? Drinking, fighting, playing cards at every dive in Zaun. Now she’s just… gone,” the first man spat, as though the thought physically disgusted him.

The name stopped you cold. Sevika. You’d heard whispers about her before.

“She’s still a regular at Bordelle,” the second man added, smirking. “You think she’s really gone straight? Nah, she’s just playing a bigger game now.”

“From Silco’s muscle to some fancy council member. Talk about an upgrade,” a third man muttered, taking a swig from his glass.

“More like a downgrade, if you ask me,” the first guy grunted. His eyes flicked to you then, sharp and suspicious. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Forget something?”

You froze for a moment, but quickly plastered on a smile. “Oh, no,” you lied smoothly, tilting your head like you didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m just new around here, and I’ve heard that name—Sevika. She seems important. Thought I’d ask who she is.” Your voice was light, your smile flirtatious, and it worked.

The man chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Important’s one word for it. She’s a legend ‘round here. Used to be Silco’s enforcer, now she’s on the council. If there’s something going on in Zaun, Sevika knows about it. Hell, she probably started it.”

Bingo. If Sevika was as well-connected as he said, she’d know who Vi’s sister was—and maybe more.

“Thanks for the tip,” you said sweetly, flashing a quick smile before retreating to the bar.

Your mind was racing. Bordelle. That was your next move. If Sevika was still a regular there, you’d find her. But the thought made your stomach twist. Bordelle wasn’t just any bar—it was an underground den of vice, a place where no one asked questions and everyone had something to hide. How the hell were you supposed to find someone like Sevika in a place like that, especially when you didn’t even know what she looked like?

It didn’t matter. You had to try. For Vi. For what you had with her. For yourself.

No turning back now.

Just like that, an hour later, you found yourself standing outside the bordello. Your heart pounded in your chest, hands clammy from nerves. You had no plan—no strategy—just a goal that led you straight to this place. With a shaky exhale, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room swallowed you whole. It was dark, like walking through shadows, with thin strands of colored light spilling from the cracks of half-closed doors. The air itself felt heavy, thick with whispers and quiet laughter, distant moans blending with muffled music. It was quiet and loud all at once, a contradiction that somehow made sense here.You kept moving, your footsteps soft on the velvet-carpeted floor as you passed by room after room. For a moment, it felt like you were trespassing—each door you passed hid lives you weren’t supposed to see. But you couldn’t turn back. There was no other way.

“Need some help, pretty girl?”

The voice behind you made you freeze. You turned, heartbeat skipping as a figure approached. She was tall—almost unsettlingly so—her dark purple hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She wore a sleek black dress, the kind that hugged her frame and split high up her thigh, showing just enough to tease. Her blue eyes were striking, almost mischievous, as they roamed over you, taking you in. She didn’t stop until she was impossibly close, the scent of her perfume enveloping you.

“I do need help,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You leaned in just enough for your lips to brush her ear.

Her mouth curled into a smile, slow and knowing. “Whatever you need,” she purred, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder before trailing it down, the touch searing and deliberate. Then she dipped closer to whisper back. The low rasp of her voice sent chills down your spine.

“Not that kind of help, though,” you said with a sly smile, not breaking eye contact as her face hovered near yours. “I’m looking for someone.”

Her gaze sharpened, but her smirk remained. “Oh, darling,” she teased, “everyone’s looking for someone. That’s how they end up here.” She didn’t back away, didn’t make this easy.

“I’m looking for Sevika,” you pressed.

Something flickered behind those bright blue eyes. She recovered quickly, forcing herself into nonchalance, but you didn’t miss the pause.

“Oh,” she muttered softly before pulling back with another smile—still playful, though not as confident as before. “She is a regular of ours.”

Your chest tightened at her casual tone, as if Sevika was just another client rather than the person you were desperate to find. The woman tilted her head, inspecting you again, as though weighing her options.

“So,” she purred, circling you like a predator, “if I tell you where to find her, what’s in it for me?”

Your face fell. You didn’t have anything to offer—nothing valuable, anyway. Her expression said as much. For a second, you swore she enjoyed watching you flounder. Then, gathering what little boldness you had left, you took a half step closer.

“Come on,” you said smoothly, biting your lip just enough to sell the flirtation. “It wouldn’t kill you to help a pretty girl like me, would it?”The line usually worked on men—easy, predictable men—but her? Women were always harder to charm. Still, you watched her carefully as she exhaled, her shoulders dropping slightly, a wry smirk creeping across her lips as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood tonight,” she finally said, her tone edged with mock irritation. She leaned in, her lips barely brushing your ear as she whispered, “Room sixteen.”

You shivered despite yourself.

Before she pulled away, she glanced around cautiously, checking the corridor for prying eyes or ears. Her voice dipped low, warning. “Be quick. And careful. Sevika could crush you with one hand if she feels like it.” She grinned, her chuckle both amused and taunting. “Wouldn’t want that, would you, pretty girl?”

You flashed a nervous smile, already turning toward the hall leading deeper into the building. “Thanks,” you whispered over your shoulder before heading straight for room sixteen. Each step you took felt heavier, anticipation thick in your throat. You didn’t know what to expect when you got there, but one thing was certain: Sevika was close.

You hovered outside the door, your heart hammering against your ribcage as if it were trying to escape. The hallway was dead silent, save for the faint hum of voices bleeding in through the walls around you. This was it. You’d come all this way, and there was no turning back.Steeling yourself, you lifted your hand and gave the door a light knock. Polite. Measured. Anything but hesitant. You swallowed thickly, fingers brushing your thigh to keep yourself steady.

"Come in.”

The voice on the other side made you freeze. Low, commanding, and as cold as steel. Shivers ran up your spine, and for the briefest moment, you considered walking away. But no—you couldn’t. Not now. You pushed the door open slowly, careful not to make it creak, and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows lingering in the corners like silent sentinels. A faint curl of smoke filled the air, stinging your nose. Your gaze snapped forward—and there she was.

Sevika. She sat on the edge of the bed, her forearms resting casually on her knees, one hand holding a lit cigar. The smoke wafted lazily into the air, curling around her like it belonged there. She was everything people whispered about—towering, dangerous. Her short, dark hair framed a sharp jawline, and her piercing grey eyes locked onto yours the second you entered. Those eyes were unrelenting, like they could see right through you, dissecting you without her having to say a word. Her presence hit you like a physical thing, weighty and impossible to ignore. The door clicked shut behind you, and though the sound was soft, you still flinched. She noticed that. Of course, she did.

“Never seen you before,” Sevika said, her deep voice slow and deliberate, dripping with calculation. She leaned back slightly, but her gaze didn’t waver. “Must be new.”

New? Of course. What else would she think, seeing you standing there in this place? Her tone was laced with an unspoken assumption that made the back of your neck prickle.You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Sevika shifted. She stood up—slowly, unhurried, like she had all the time in the world—and suddenly, she was there. The space between the two of you disappeared too quickly. Your instincts screamed at you to step back, but you couldn’t—not when your back was already pressed against the door.

Sevika loomed over you now, taller than you’d anticipated. The heat of her presence washed over you, oppressive and heavy, and you had to tilt your head up just to meet her eyes. Grey steel stared back, as sharp and unfeeling as a blade. You could barely breathe, though you forced yourself to hold her gaze. It wasn’t easy; nothing about this woman was easy. And then, her fingers brushed under your chin, catching it easily and tilting your face up farther. Her touch was surprisingly controlled—not rough or forceful—but there was no mistaking how dangerous it was. She was toying with you. Testing you.

And then she said it.

“Undress.”

The word hit you like a slap. Your stomach dropped, and every nerve in your body lit up at once. She couldn’t be serious—right? But Sevika wasn’t someone who joked. The look in her eyes was steady and expectant.

Your heart raced, panic nipping at your composure, but you swallowed it down, forcing your face into something neutral.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass,” you said, your voice quieter than you’d like but steady enough to count as controlled. You forced a small, tight smile onto your lips. “That’s not why I’m here.”

For a moment, Sevika didn’t say anything. She didn’t move, didn’t blink, just stared down at you in that suffocating silence, those sharp eyes narrowing slightly as if to cut right through you. Your pulse roared in your ears, your breath stuck somewhere between calm and barely calm. And then she exhaled. A soft sound escaped her lips—not quite a laugh, but close. Amused.

“Oh?” she drawled, pulling back just slightly, her fingers falling away from your chin. That smirk of hers tugged faintly at her lips, something dangerous dancing behind her gaze. “You’ve got some nerve,” she continued, and her voice was softer now, like she was teasing you—mocking you. “Acting so confident when you look ready to bolt.”

“Fake it ‘til you make it,” you shot back before you could stop yourself, your chin instinctively rising just a fraction. It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but you couldn’t let her corner you any further. Even if the confidence you threw out was nothing more than a bluff. She regarded you carefully then, the faint smirk lingering at the edges of her lips, like she was trying to decide if she found you amusing or just stupid. Those grey eyes swept over you again, trailing slowly from head to toe and back up. Every second under that stare felt like walking barefoot on glass.

“You don’t look like you have much to fake,” Sevika muttered finally, amusement tinging her tone again as she stepped back. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer before she turned away, strolling lazily across the room like she hadn’t just rattled your composure to its core. She stopped near the edge of the bed, arms crossing over her chest, her back half-turned toward you as she spoke.

“You’ve got guts.” Her voice dipped lower, colder now, a warning curling around every word. “But guts don’t mean shit unless you back them up. So tell me—what makes this so important?”

It was an opening. Not much of one, but it was enough. You took a steady breath, forcing the last of your fake confidence to stick, even though your nerves still hummed under your skin like live wire. Sevika might have been testing you, sizing you up like an opponent in a fight. But this wasn’t a game you could afford to lose—not now, not with her.

“Talk fast,” her voice rang out, sharper this time. The message was clear—your time was running out.

“What do you know about Vi’s sister?” you asked, deciding it was best to cut to the chase. There wasn’t time to dance around the subject.

Sevika chuckled, her voice rough and amused, like you’d just dragged up someone from her past she’d rather forget—or maybe couldn’t. There was something bitter in that laugh, like the taste of smoke lingering too long.

“She’s dead,” she said sharply. No hesitation. No room for argument.

You shifted awkwardly, glancing around the dimly lit room. A chair in the corner caught your eye. You didn’t know why, but something told you to sit, so you did. Maybe it was her tone, maybe it was the weight of the topic. Either way, you settled in.

“Right.” You nodded as if that simple confirmation would somehow carry the weight of the dead. “Anything else?”

Sevika arched a brow, leaning back with an air of importance. “One more question, and then you’re out of here.”

Her words made it clear—she wasn’t in the mood for small talk. You hesitated but knew this was your chance.

“How did she look?” you finally asked.

Sevika tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You sound real suspicious, you know that? What kind of question is that? You don’t know what Jinx looked like? What, were you living under a rock? Her face was plastered all over Zaun back in the day—wanted posters, graffiti. Hell, there’s even a damn memorial for her. People still dye their hair blue because of her supposed ‘heroic’ crap,” she scoffed, her lip curling. “‘Hero’ my ass.”

Blue hair. That was no small coincidence. You felt your heart start to hammer in your chest. Panic rose unbidden, and you shifted in your seat. Sevika noticed.

Her sharp eyes bore into you as she leaned forward, her voice laced with suspicion. “Why are you asking all this? What’s your deal?”

“I just moved here,” you said quickly, fumbling for the words.

“Moved here?” she repeated, leaning back with a laugh that had no humor in it. “Who moves to Zaun? You know there are better places out there, right?”

“It’s… complicated,” you murmured. “My friend is from here, so I decided to move after…” You trailed off, realizing the less you said, the better.

“Who’s your friend?” she pressed, her voice turning sharp again, demanding answers.

“Vi.”

It slipped out. You didn’t mean to say it. It was a stupid move, and the moment it left your mouth, you regretted it. Sevika’s expression twisted into something unreadable, a mix of disbelief and anger.

“If that’s true, why don’t you just ask her how her sister looked, huh? Why come here, of all places, bothering me with your sketchy little investigation?”

She was angry now, and you knew you’d worn out your welcome. Rising from the chair, you headed toward the door, your pulse pounding. You’d blown it.

“It’s hard for her to talk about it,” you mumbled, fumbling for an excuse. “Didn’t want to bring up old wounds.”

It was weak, unconvincing, but it was all you could muster as you reached for the handle. Before you could leave, her voice stopped you cold.

“She had blue flame tattoos all over her body.”

You froze, hand still on the doorknob, not daring to turn around.

“Thanks, Sevika,” you said softly, glancing over your shoulder before slipping out the door. Her eyes followed you until you disappeared down the hall. Blue hair. Blue flame tattoos. Your chest tightened, and your mind raced. Faye had blue hair. Faye had blue flame tattoos. Faye lost her parents. Faye had a sister.The parallels were too sharp, too specific to be coincidence. Vi thought her sister was gone—dead for good. Everyone thought Jinx was gone. But she wasn’t.

And now, you were the only one who knew.

Pacing through the dark streets of Zaun, your thoughts were eating you alive. The silence felt loud, your footsteps echoing as you walked in circles. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t gather a single clear idea of what to do. Every time you tried to make sense of it, the weight of your choice crushed you all over again. It was impossible—completely impossible—to choose. Faye made it clear. She was alive, but she didn’t want anyone to know. Especially not Vi—the one person she used to love most. Faye had looked you dead in the eyes when she said it: “Promise me.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand, and you’d sworn to keep her secret, no matter what. You made that promise. You gave her your word.

And yet… Vi.

Vi, who had lost everyone. Vi, who carried the weight of every loss on her shoulders, burying her grief so deep you were surprised she could even walk upright. Her parents were gone. Her sister was gone. Her home, her life, everything had been taken from her, piece by piece, until all she had left was herself—and whatever scraps of hope she could hold onto. Vi never said it out loud, but you knew. You saw it. You could see how she still carried Jinx with her, like a ghost chained to her heart. How could you do this to her? How could you look her in the eyes knowing what you knew and not tell her? Keeping this secret was a betrayal in itself, wasn’t it? How could you watch her mourn someone who wasn’t dead? How could you let her suffer for no reason?

But on the other hand—

Faye trusted you. She was alive, but the only thing she wanted to do was walk away. To disappear completely. If you told Vi, everything would fall apart. Vi would go after her, of course she would. It didn’t matter what she wanted. Vi would never stop looking if she found out the truth, and God only knew what would happen when she found her sister again. Because Faye wasn’t the same person anymore. You knew that much. And you couldn’t predict what a reunion would look like—if it would heal them or shatter everything into even smaller pieces. Faye would see it as a betrayal. She’d hate you forever. Each step you took felt heavier than the last, like the streets of Zaun themselves were pulling you down, feeding off the storm of guilt inside you. Your heart raced; your mind screamed. You were in too deep. There was no clean way out. No matter what you did, someone would get hurt.

By not telling Vi, you were betraying her.

By telling Vi, you were betraying Faye—Jinx—your best friend. There was no winning here.

Somehow, while lost in your own thoughts, you realized you’d stopped moving. You were standing in front of your apartment door, blinking at it like you didn’t remember how you got there. Your hands shook as you reached into your pocket, your fingers fumbling against the keys. You just needed to get inside. To shut yourself in. To sit down and—

“Hello there, stranger.”

The voice hit you like a punch to the gut. Not now.

Your heart stopped in your chest. Slowly, you turned, and there she was—Vi—leaning lazily against the wall in the faint glow of the streetlight. Her crimson hair caught the dim light like fire, and that crooked smirk played on her lips, like she had just caught you sneaking out past curfew.

“Vi…” you barely managed to say.

She pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. “Out late, huh?” she said casually, but her voice lingered just a little too long. Her eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes—studied you carefully, probably noticing the way your shoulders tensed up or the way your hand shook just slightly against the keys.Your heart dropped like a stone, heavy and unrelenting. You could barely breathe. You couldn’t deal with this. Not now. Her standing here, looking at you like that, made everything feel so much worse.

“Could say the same for you,” you muttered quickly, trying to sound normal.

She tilted her head, her brows furrowing slightly. That was the thing about Vi—she always knew when something was off. “You good?” she asked, a hint of concern slipping into her voice.

The question nearly broke you. Were you good? No. Not even close. The world felt like it was closing in on you, squeezing every ounce of air from your lungs.

“Yeah. Just tired,” you said. It was a lie, but it was all you could give her without falling apart.

Vi didn’t look convinced. She stayed there, watching you too carefully, too silently, like she could peel you open just by staring long enough. You couldn’t take it—you couldn’t take the way she looked at you like she trusted you. You turned back to the door, shaking the keys in your hand until they finally slid into the lock. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you turned the knob, every movement heavy with guilt.

“Night, Vi,” you mumbled, pushing through the door.

“Wait, what?” Vi mumbled, confused, as her hand shot out to catch the door before you could close it. There was a crack in her voice, frustration creeping in. “You can’t be serious.”

“Vi, I’m tired,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, trying to choke back the tears building in your throat. “We can talk tomorrow, okay?”

Her jaw tightened. “That’s bullshit,” she said sharply. Her voice cracked just enough to make it clear how much this hurt her. “We both know that.”

Your chest ached as her words hit you like a blow. You couldn’t look her in the eye. You couldn’t even speak. “Vi…” you mumbled weakly, taking a step inside the apartment, your hand still on the door. You couldn’t shut her out, but you couldn’t let her in either. All you could do was stand there, torn apart, staring at her like the words you needed were caught somewhere unreachable.

Her brows furrowed, her frustration sharpening as her voice grew louder. “I’m not stupid, you know that, right?” she snapped. “Since that night. Since I told you about my past, you’ve been—” She exhaled sharply, cutting herself off. “You’ve been different. Like a completely different person.”

She was stepping closer now, and for the first time in a long time, you saw the Vi you’d met at first—the Vi who was angry at the world because the world had taken everything from her. But there was something else now. Beneath the edge, there was a raw sadness that hurt even more to hear.

“Everything was going great,” she continued, her voice breaking slightly, “and then suddenly, you pull away. You go cold. Distant. Ignoring me.”

She paused, searching your face, desperate for something—anything. It wasn’t just anger anymore. It was hurt. And that was what cut the deepest. Your silence only fueled her emotions, swirling wild and untamed. She took another step closer, and this time her words weren’t sharp; they were pleading.

“What the hell happened?” she asked again, softer this time, her voice trembling as she tried to hold back whatever storm was threatening to break. “Is it me? Did I say something wrong?”

You bit your lip so hard it nearly bled. Your head screamed at you to say something—anything—but you were frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. Every part of you was screaming to reach out to her, to close the distance, to show her somehow that you still cared, that this wasn’t her fault. That none of this was because of her. But how could you? How could you explain something she wasn’t ready to know? That she couldn’t know?

Her voice wavered, sadness bleeding into every word. “Is it something from my past? Is that it?” she pressed. “Does knowing what I’ve done make you think different of me now?”

The air felt heavy—too heavy to breathe. She was breaking right in front of you, and still, you couldn’t say a damn thing.

Her frustration boiled over again, her voice rising, desperate now. “Just tell me!” she shouted, her fists clenching at her sides before her shoulders dropped, exhaustion taking over. “Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me that you don’t want me anymore and—” She cut herself off, her breathing uneven as she wiped at her face. Then, quietly, heartbreakingly, she whispered, “And I’ll be gone. You won’t have to deal with me anymore. You’ll never see me again. Just… say it.”

And then it happened.

You saw it.

The tear you’d been so afraid to see, sliding down her cheek, clinging there for just a second before falling. The Vi who never let her guard down, who carried herself with strength and stubborn pride no matter what life threw at her—she was standing in front of you, breaking.

And you’d done it.

You’d broken her.

That single tear felt like it had taken a piece of your soul with it. Your chest constricted painfully, like every breath you took now was something you didn’t deserve. Your silence wasn’t protecting her. It wasn’t sparing her pain. It was tearing her apart. YOU were tearing her apart. Vi wasn’t just angry. She wasn’t just sad. She was devastated. And somehow, in all the mess of trying to protect her, you had done the exact thing you’d been terrified of from the start.

You were hurting her.

Your hands shook as they clung to the doorframe, your throat closing up tighter with every passing second. You were doing exactly what you feared most—letting her get too close only to rip her apart in the end.

But as much as you wanted to give in, to tell her the truth, there was still something holding you back. You couldn’t let her go now. Not ever.

Instead of speaking, instead of giving her the answers she so desperately wanted, you acted-your body moving before your mind could catch up. You crashed into her, pressing your lips against hers with a fire that had been bottled up for too long. The kiss was deep, desperate, and hungry, every bit of unspoken emotion spilling into it like a wave breaking over a cliff. Your hands flew to her face, holding her as if you were terrified she might slip away, as if this kiss was the only way to tell her that she mattered, that you couldn't let her go.

Vi didn't hesitate. She didn't hold back.

Her lips pressed into yours just as hard, just as greedy, as her rough hands roamed across your back and over your waist, clutching at you like you were the last thing keeping her tethered to this world. You melted into her, letting her take you, kiss you, own you in a way only she could. You broke apart for air, breathless and dizzy, but before you could blink, her lips moved lower, trailing their way across your jawline and then down to your neck. Each kiss she placed was slow but burning, leaving soft marks as if to claim every inch of you.

You shivered as her hands gripped you tighter, holding you close as if afraid you might slip through her fingers. She pressed her body closer to yours, and in an instant, her leg shifted between your thighs, pressing her knee into you just enough to send shocks of pleasure racing through you.

A small moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you felt her smirk against your skin. Her lips trailed back to your mouth, and this time, when she kissed you, her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring, tasting you, and making you all the more breathless. She was relentless-hungry-and you matched her, pulling her even closer as if trying to mold yourself into her. Before you could register what was happening, Vi's strong arms lifted you effortlessly, pulling you up against her as she began moving toward the bedroom. Your legs wrapped

instinctively around her waist, her neck becoming your next target as you kissed her with the same hungry desperation she gave you. Your lips nipped at her skin, leaving marks-a trail of red marks along her neck and collarbone.

"Fuck," she groaned softly, the word dripping with lust as she stumbled into the bedroom, her control breaking piece by piece. She threw you onto the bed with a mix of strength and tenderness, her body hovering over yours, her chest rising and falling as she stared down at you.

For a second, there was a pause-Vi's gaze burning into yours. Her expression softened as she took you in. In that moment, it was painfully clear how much she missed you, how much this moment meant. The corner of her mouth twitched into the faintest smile before she got to work, her fingers trailing to the hem of your pants.

Without breaking eye contact, she started unbuttoning them, taking her time, teasing you, making every second feel like torture. You couldn't wait. Your fingers went to the bottom of your top, tugging it off and throwing it somewhere forgotten. The cool air made you shiver y ther eyes on you set your skin atlame. Her gaze lingered on your chest for just a moment before she smirked, pulling your pants off with ease, leaving you exposed before her. Without missing a beat, you grabbed the her top, lifting it up and over her head. Vi grinned, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were, before stepping back just enough to slip off her own pants.

The moment fabric was no longer between you, the world seemed to fall away. Skin to skin, inch to inch, you could feel everything. Her warmth, her breath, her strength-it consumed you completely. She wasted no time, her lips pressing back to your neck, kissing, biting softly as she trailed down toward your chest. Vi cupped one of your breasts, her fingers rough but her touch tender. When her tongue met your nipple, you gasped, arching into her. She teased you-circling, flicking, sucking-sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve in your body. You moaned, unable to stop yourself as she grinned against your skin.

You wanted her just as much, and you didn't plan to let her take control of everything. Shifting slightly, you moved your knee up between her legs, feeling just how wet she was for you. The sound that left her lips-a deep groan, filled with need-made your stomach tighten.

"Fuck," she breathed out, pressing herself harder against your leg as her hand slipped between your thighs.

"You're making me crazy."

Her fingers traced up your folds slowly, teasing you, spreading your wetness everywhere. A low whine escaped your throat, your hips tilting into her touch instinctively. She pressed down on your clit, circling it with care, her pace slow at first, almost tormenting. You moaned louder as pleasure coiled in your stomach, tilting your head back. Vi noticed, and that playful glint flashed in her eyes. Her fingers trailed lower, slipping inside you, cool against your heat. The way she moved was both gentle and rough, curling her fingers with precision, hitting every spot that made you gasp and squirm beneath her. Your body burned as she worked you up, her pace growing faster and rougher with each passing second. You could't take it anymore, digging your nails in her shoulders, desperate to hold on to something as you lost yourself completely to her touch. She suddenly pulled away, sitting back on her knees as she stared down at you-naked, flushed, and completely hers.

Her gaze was smoldering, and before you could move, she slipped her two fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you. "You taste so fucking good," she muttered, voice heavy with want.

You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Vi held out her hand, guiding you gently until you understood what she wanted. Seconds later, you were on top of her, her hands gripping your thighs, pulling you upward, and settling you over her mouth. The strength in her hands-the sheer need in her grip-made you dizzy. You didn't hesitate, spreading your legs and letting yourself settle against her lips. Her mouth was hot, her tongue pressing into you slowly at first, teasing you. You tilted your head back, gasping as she buried herself deeper, her tongue working fast and rough as her nose pressed perfectly against your clit.

"Vi," you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath. She groaned against you, holding you in place as you began to move, grinding slowly against her mouth. Your pace grew frantic as her tongue slipped deeper, her hands pulling you down harder, her groans vibrating against you.

It was too much.

"Fuck, fuck," you nearly screamed, your fingers tangling into her hair as your body tensed, pleasure hitting you so hard you nearly fell apart. You collapsed onto the bed beside her, your body spent, the room spinning around you. Neither of you said a word, breathing heavy and hearts racing as she wrapped her strong arms around you, pulling you close. She smiled, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, but there was something more there. It wasn’t just playful teasing or a flirtatious look—it was deeper, raw, and real. Her smile, though teasing, didn’t quite reach the heaviness in her gaze, like there were unspoken words lingering between you two, words you both knew but hadn’t said aloud yet. You knew exactly what it was. You’d felt it too, though you hadn’t dared to admit it until now. The unspoken bond between you two wasn’t just desire—it was something deeper, something more complicated. It was connection, raw and undeniable.

Author's note : okaaaay this is a long chapter. What do you think about it? I have been thinking about this chapter for so long, it has been a hard one to write. Do you like how's everything turning out? Please let me know! Don't hesitate to dm me if you have something to say, I would love to listen to you. I love torturing lesbians lol

[cosmiclily]

.ᐟ chapter one: can you see me using everything to hold back?

wc: 1k

cw: talk about death of parents (literally one sentence)

the first time we met, the first thing I noticed about vi was her ridiculous haircut and how she had the most beautiful blue eyes i had ever seen (which wasn’t saying much, considering I was only 10). i instantly wanted to be her friend. but my mom had told me that she and powder were still adjusting and their situation was a little delicate since they had just lost their parents. so, i held myself back as much as I could.

three weeks later, when the adoption papers were signed by vander and they officially became his daughters, i was given the mission of helping the girls feel at home. they were very shy at first, but ekko and i helped them, and in no time, vander’s house had become their home. from then on, vi and I became the best of friends. i covered for her when she got into fights at school, we studied together, played together, we were basically inseparable.

i remember one afternoon not long after the adoption. vi was sitting on the roof, kicking her legs idly and staring at the stars. she looked lost in thought. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if i should bother her, but eventually, i walked over and sat beside her.

“what’re you doing out here all by yourself?” i asked, trying to sound casual.

“just thinking,” she said, her voice quiet. she didn’t look at me, but her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “it’s weird, you know? having a new home.”

i didn’t know what to say to that, so i just nodded. “yeah, I guess it would be.”

she finally looked at me, her gaze piercing but soft “do you think it’ll get easier?”

i smiled, trying to reassure her even though I wasn’t sure myself. “yeah, i think so. you’ve got vander now. and powder. and… me.”

she smiled for the first time that day. “you’re not too bad, I guess.”

i laughed. “not too bad? wow, thanks for the compliment.”

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life couldn’t have been better—until we got to high school and vi had a growth spurt and became insufferable. not only did she get taller and figure out how to manage her hair, but she also developed a sense of style and made it her mission to break every heart in zaun. Suddenly, every hallway we walked down was filled with girls trying to catch her attention, and she seemed to enjoy it.

one day, as we walked home together, i couldn’t help but tease her about it.

“you know, you’ve got a fan club now,” i said, smirking.

vi raised an eyebrow. “a fan club? what are you talking about?”

i gestured back towards the school. “those girls who basically tripped over themselves trying to say hi to you. pretty sure one of them nearly fainted when you smiled at her.”

she laughed, a confident sound that only made her more infuriating. “can i help it if people think i’m charming?”

i rolled my eyes. “charming? not so sure. annoying? definitely.”

she bumped her shoulder against mine, her grin widening. “admit it, you’d miss me if i wasn’t around.”

i looked away, trying to hide the flush on my cheeks. “yeah, right. you’re just my backup for when ekko’s busy.”

“liar,” she said, laughing again.

i shouldn’t have cared about any of that, but my brain decided it would be a fantastic idea to fall in love with her. so, every time she had a girl around—whether it was someone new she was flirting with or a girlfriend she brought home—i had to pretend life was great and that it didn’t affect me at all.

it got harder as time went on. every stolen glance at her became more unbearable, every casual touch felt like torture, and every time i saw her with someone else, it felt like a reminder that she’d never look at me the way I wanted her to. but i couldn’t show it, couldn’t let her or anyone else know how I felt. i was scared our friendship would suffer the consequences of my feelings, so i buried it deep, pretending that everything was fine.

which it was, it actually became second nature by the time we moved in together for college.

our apartment was small but comfortable, and vi's personality seemed to fill every corner. she had insisted on hanging a crooked poster of a rock band that jinx had gifted her—a band she loved—in the living room, despite all my protests.

“it’s not crooked,” she argued, stepping back and tilting her head. “it’s artistic.”

“it’s crooked,” i said, crossing my arms. “fix it or i’m taking it out.”

vi grinned at me. “if i fix it, where’s the fun in watching you suffer?”

“you’re impossible.”

“you love me,” she said casually, turning to grab her drink from the counter. my heart stuttered, and I quickly looked away before she could see my face.

“unfortunately” i said, but it came out without the bite intended.

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late one night, we were sitting on the balcony, watching the city lights. vi leaned back in her chair, her legs propped up on the railing, as she stared up at the sky.

“do you ever think about what’s next?” she asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“what do you mean?” i asked, sipping my coffee.

“like… after college. what we’re gonna do. where we’ll end up.” she looked at me then, her expression softer than usual. “do you think we’ll still be close?”

the question caught me off guard, and I had to force myself to answer without hesitating. “of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

she shrugged, her gaze drifting back to the stars. “i don’t know. life happens. people drift apart.”

“not us,” i said firmly, surprising even myself. “we’ve been through too much. you’re stuck with me, violet.”

she smiled, her eyes catching the faint glow of the streetlights. “good. i like having you around.”

my chest tightened, and I looked away before she could see the way her words affected me. “someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble.”

“hey, I’m a model citizen,” she teased, laughing. “you’re the bad influence here.”

i laughed too, even though the ache in my heart lingered. she had no idea the effect she had on me.

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album - track 2

notes: chapter one heehee, english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry for any mistakes!! this is basically just an introduction for the characters not much plot going on but i hope you guys enjoyed either way !!

[fishbonex]

Under The Influence (of Regret)

Vi x fem!reader

Summary: An already altered discussion has an even worse consequence.

Word Count: 1,2K

Warning: HEAVY ANGST, mentions of alcoholism, canon-typical violence, arguments, screaming, BLOOD.

note: this story takes place after the end of arcane.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

War and grief have the power to change a person. Maybe for a while, or maybe forever, but change is a certainty.

You didn't escape it, neither did Vi.

You were a constant presence at Caitlyn's mansion, at her insistence. She knew that having a friend around would be good for Vi and for herself. And you didn't want to be alone either, after everything you'd witnessed.

With the periods you spent away from your apartment, it was necessary to always have a small suitcase with your things, despite Caitlyn's insistence that you occupy one of the closets in the room you were assigned.

The problem with taking your clothes was that Vi got into the habit of borrowing them, or just taking them out of your suitcase and then showing up wearing one of your shirts.

But you didn't care. Stealing your clothes seemed like a pastime to her, or pestering you to read to her in front of the fireplace. You didn't mind any of that, since you'd rather have her doing those things than drinking whole bottles of booze.

Vi's addiction to alcohol has always worried you, you closely followed the bad period she went through after the fight with Caitlyn.

She scoffed the first time you suggested she try cutting down on her drinking, got angry the second time, and only softened the third time when she saw how upset you were about it..

The first few months after the war were the hardest, as she grieved over Jinx's death. But you tried to make her comfortable, giving her space and staying close when she seemed more open. The following months were easier, even though the pain was still there, she knew you would be there for her.

With a soft knock on the door of the room she shared with Caitlyn, you waited only a few seconds before hearing permission to enter.

Vi smiled softly as you poked your head in the doorway before stepping all the way in. She was sprawled out in one of the fancy chairs near the fireplace.

"Hey, smarty pants." she held out a hand as you approached.

"Hey, what are you doing?" you rubbed your thumb gently over her bruised knuckles. They were already healing.

"Just... nothing. I couldn't find you and Cait is working in her office." she replied, leaning her head against the back of her chair. "What about you?"

"I'm sorry to tell you, but I need my brown jacket." You replied, seeing her look up at you. "I'm going home today."

"Why?" she asked, letting herself sound fragile, something she rarely did.

"I need to wash my clothes and, I don't know, live in my own house? For a while. Before they kick me out." you shrugged.

"There's a washing machine here, I bet you can use it. And Cait already said you can live-"

"Vi." you interrupted her with a warning tone. "I don't want to talk about this again, you can come see me, or I'll come here when I have time, I don't know. Where's my jacket?"

She let go of your hand and frowned cutely, making her look like a kitten.

"In my middle drawer." she nodded towards the large closet that took up almost an entire wall in the room. "On the left side of the closet."

"In the drawer?" you asked, frowning as you walked over to the closet, opening the doors and looking at the drawers she indicated. "You know where you're supposed to hang a jacket, right?"

"Nonsense," she replied, turning her face back to the fire. "I saved it, that's what matters."

"It must be full of mold, yuck." you joked as you opened the drawer, soon spotting the thick lining of your jacket, picking it up and bringing it close to your face.

You were about to close the drawer again when you saw a smooth surface, glass? Against your better judgment of leaving Vi's privacy alone, you opened the drawer wider and moved the few clothes that were covering the small bottle out of the way. Bottle. A small, light bottle of liquor. Someone had drunk more than half of it.

Your stomach sank and you stopped listening to Vi's voice rattling off a response to your earlier taunt. You lifted the bottle and turned to her.

"Vi, what the fuck is this?" you sounded harsher than you intended. "I thought you were done with that."

She turned her face to you, her expression darkening into anger, "Gimme that." she stood up and walked over to you.

"What's this nonsense?" you took the bottle out of her reach as she stepped forward and tried to take it from you.

"You don't have to get involved in this. Give me the bottle." she held out her hand and you stepped back even further.

"Please, you've come so far. Does Cait know? She'd hate to see you drinking again." you could feel your eyes burning with tears that wanted to come out.

"You don't know anything about me and Cait. Give me that." she advanced on you and you felt anger.

"No!" you shouted. "I thought you-"

"I told you to give me that!" she raised her fist in the air and you felt your head being thrown back hard, making you stumble.

You lost your balance and the things you were carrying fell. Your vision blurred slightly and you soon felt blood running down your now sore nose. Bringing your hand up to your face, you panicked slightly when you saw the thick liquid covering it.

You turned your wide eyes to Vi, who was staring at you, transfixed. Getting up from the ground, you quickly walked past her and stomped away.

The large bandage on your nose was uncomfortable and unsightly. Your nose throbbed and every now and then a wave of pain would hit you, making you curl up even more.

But the pain you felt when you remembered Vi's words was greater, she was right, after all. You knew nothing about her and you shouldn't meddle in her life.

The next day came in a blur and you only realized it when you heard a knock on your door. Groaning in discontent, you dragged yourself over and opened the door a crack.

Your expression quickly fell when you saw Vi standing there, your suitcase slung over her shoulder, your brown jacket in her unoccupied hand.

"What are you doing here?" you spat.

"You... you left your things at Cait's house, I just wanted to bring them to you." she said, her gaze roaming over your face, a hint of worry present.

You reached your hand through the door opening, "Okay, give it to me."

"It's heavy, I'll put it in there for you." she lowered her face and continued to look at you, so that her eyes seemed bigger. "Please."

You huffed and opened the door wider, stepping aside for her to come in. She walked past you with cautious steps as you left the door ajar. You crossed your arms, watching her place your suitcase on the coffee table, resting your jacket on top.

Vi turned to you, her gaze lingering on your face. She looked shy, which was not like her.

"I didn't mean to hit-"

"You said you came to bring my things and you already did, you can go." you interrupted, your nose starting to hurt again.

"I would never hurt you on purpose." she took a step towards you, making you step back. "I didn't mean to do it."

"But you did. And you were right, anyway. I don't know anything about you and I'm not going to interfere in your life anymore." you replied, your voice serious. "Go away."

Vi's eyes shone, the shine of tears she didn't want to shed. She shook her head and walked past you.

[sherbertquake56]

okay I’m dropping some of my fable arcane au thoughts before the new episodes drop tomorrow even tho most of it is based on season 1 anyway—

so some basic taggings for you that I based the AU around:

1. Icarus as Jinx.

powder vs jinx is just the sherbert vs icarus name thing. toxic father. unhealthy relationship with sibling. a lil crazy and maybe evil. thinks that they are at fault for the things around them. lil bombs? nah- little SPLASH potions. hearing and seeing mylo and claggor? it’s Haley- it’s literally Haley—

2. Fable as Silco.

okay fable’s design WAS partially inspired by silco— they literally look the same— they’re both a man with two priorities: take over and make his own nation & care for child.

you know the ending scene of season 1? where they’re sitting at the table? THAT. With Jinx assuming that he’s gonna give her up to topside and him getting the first chance to talk and saying “her name is JINX!” i could write an essay on that for icarus. they’re so toxic and it’s so perfect. also that scene at the start of s2 ep2? YEAH THAT—

3. Centross as Ekko

This one is controversial and up to debate but i will die on this hill— SO THE S1 BRIDGE FIGHT. I am so willing to put aside any possible prison duo gay-ness in this AU for that rivalry/fight. they were friends!!! they were so good!! and now they wanna KILL EACH OTHER!! it’s great.

It’s also specifically thinking of Ekko’s tree home as solstice— older Ekko very much has the vibe of Violet specifically-

4. Arisanna as Sevika

I DONT KNOW WHY BUT IT MAKES SENSE TO ME. It’s specifically vexed Ari during the coworkers era but idk it just feels right— I look at her relationship with Silco and Jinx and go ‘hmmm this could be something’

[I will also say there is an argument here for swapping Centross and Ari tho— big tree city as Ari rebuilding the records goes hard, and angsty fighty toxic with jinx centross is also good— it’s like 50/50 for me]

5. Isla as Vander

LET ISLA BE A BADASS IN THIS AU. SHE DESERVES IT— something something raising vi and powder alone, something something the backstory with silco— there’s something there and it hits really hard in scenes where vi sees vander and helps her get back up— also I look at jinx and vander and I go “mmmm this is in fact how icarus sees Isla”

6. Rae as Vi

This was obvious given the above but LISTEN— in this ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF EVENTS I think it would be fun- do I think that vi perfectly fits canon rae? no. But in this world it would KICK ASS. rae deserves to beat some people up— got kicked out of the overworld (zaun) by fable (silco) and had to go to the end (piltover) to get away from him?? rae end prince aus are already here so why not end rae also punching people huh??? also. gay people.

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Okay— here’s where I need some help, thoughts, and opinions from you all…

1. Caitlyn.

POLYAMORY IS HARD TO TAG AND I DONT KNOW WHO FITS BEST?? For me, season 1 Caitlyn fits best as Caspian, but season 2 Caitlyn is more for Fenris— so I’m very stuck. yes absolutely give thoughts on this please—

2. Viktor as Aax (but how does that work)

Viktor absolutely should be Aax— mr. Scientist / lab experiment / turned religious figure vessel for god is CORRECT. But honestly the rest of Piltover gang is really hard with Rae as Vi— Jayce/Viktor/Mel is yelling at me to be the polycule but aGH— ya know??? very stuck on this so I instead look at the coworkers and go “mm good yes—”

Random other tags I think also make sense:

- Ulysses as that Telchin looking mf Stev— mans took out one lil medical device as his fish self and I said YUP

- The hexcore big orb thing underground as Quixis— big white glitch orb room make things go wack. couldn’t be easier than that.

———

Anyways that’s all— I’ve been rotating this in my mind for like a week and have had way too many thoughts about it thank you for your time—

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part VI)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol use, drug use, takes place during season one, the usual

Summary: You never really felt like you belonged anywhere. Your father was a pogue, your mother a kook. You felt out of place in The Cut, in Figure Eight, at the Academy. And Rafe Cameron certainly didn’t make things easier, he knew how to push your buttons, grinding your gears in just the right way, but he loved the little game you two played.

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It’s been a week since your fight with Rafe. He did buy you your new phone, but he couldn’t bring himself to face you, so he left it on your porch. You weren’t sure what to expect, but the silence was deafening. After the fight, you were so emotionally drained that you laid in bed for two days. You didn’t eat, you could barely sleep, no matter how many joints you smoked, you didn’t talk to anyone, not even Sarah. You know she heard your fight with him, she was right below his balcony on a lounge chair by the pool. She didn’t even get up to look in the pool when you threw his phone in, she just knew he deserved it. Your mom tried to convince you to get out of bed, to no avail. She even invited JJ over as a failed attempt to get you out of bed, but you just got upset with her. You didn’t want JJ to know about you and Rafe. It wasn’t until John B came in, with a case of your favorite seltzer, that you got out of bed.

“Don’t get mad and throw something.” He said, coming into your room, holding his hands up. “I come in peace. Your mom let me in.”

You just huffed and buried yourself under your covers.

He sighed and sat down on the edge of your bed, looking around your room. This was the first time he was in your room at your Mom’s house. It was way bigger than your room at your Dad’s house, and you had your own bathroom, with a walk-in closet. He couldn’t understand why you would ever leave, especially to come to The Cut.

“Y/n…” He said quietly, trying to peel back your covers, but you just smacked his hand away. “Alright, I guess you don’t want any of these seltzers then.”

You finally peeked out from under the covers, slowly removing them before you sat up.

“There she is.” He had that same stupid smile he always had on his face.

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“So…You and Rafe Cameron, huh?” John B said as you sat on your balcony, drinking the seltzers he had brought over.

“There was no, ‘me and Rafe Cameron.’” You sighed, tucking your legs under you.

“So, then why are you so upset about him? The y/n I know would never be so upset over a guy, especially a guy she wasn’t even dating. I mean, I don’t even think you were this upset when you broke up with that one guy. What was his name? Lucas something.”

“I don’t know, I just thought…I just thought things would be different between me and him, you know?”

“With Rafe Cameron?”

“I know, it sounds so stupid when I say it out loud.” You mutter, putting your head in your hands. “Ok, like, you know how Kie feels about you?” You looked over at John B as he nodded, listening carefully to you. “That’s how I felt about Rafe.”

“Are we talking about the same Rafe? The one you’re constantly fighting with?”

“We never actually fought. This was our first real fight.”

“I just don’t understand why you give him the time of day, it’s so obvious he doesn’t deserve you.”

“I don’t know, JB, there’s just something about him.” You sighed, fiddling with your fingers.

“Yeah, that something is he’s crazy.”

“Ha, ha very funny.”

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You stood in your kitchen, the day of your annual bonfire. Your mom and step-dad were out of town on vacation and your little sister and brother were each at their own friend’s houses. You were drinking your usual latte when you heard the doorbell ring.

You sighed and opened the door to see a disheveled Rafe. It looked like he had been up for days, his hair was a mess, his shirt wasn’t even buttoned up all the way.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You sighed, standing in the doorway.

“We need to talk.” He said frantically.

“No, I don’t think we do.” You went to go shut the door, but Rafe grabbed it before you could. “Seriously? I have nothing to say to you Rafe.”

“Then-then I’ll talk and you listen. Please.”

“Fine. But, you aren’t coming inside.”

“That’s fine, I just need you to listen to me.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Alright, look I’m sorry I hooked up with Hannah, I shouldn’t have done it. I think…I think I’m just scared that something real is happening between you and me and that terrifies the shit out of me, if I’m being honest, it really does, because never have I ever felt the way that I feel about you about someone else. I knew it when we were kids and I know it now.”

Your hard gaze faltered as you continued listening to Rafe, taking in each and every single one of his words.

“Every girl I’ve ever been with means nothing in comparison to you. They’ve all just been distractions, distractions from the fact that I knew I could never be enough for you. You mean everything to me, y/n.”

You stepped closer to Rafe, your lips grazing over his, your noses brushing against each other.

“Say it, Rafe.” You whispered, looking up at him. “Say those three little words and I’m yours. That’s all it takes.”

“I-I…”

“I knew it.” You scoffed, stepping back from Rafe. “Goodbye, Rafe.” You muttered, stepping back inside and shutting the front door behind you.

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“Hey.” You said to the boys with a smile as you opened the front door.

“We brought beer.” JJ smiled holding up the two cases.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” You replied, closing the front door once they came inside.

“We couldn’t come empty handed.” John B explained.

“No really, you shouldn’t have, that’s literally the worst beer I’ve ever had.” You smiled, throwing your arms around John B and JJ, leading them into the backyard. “Where’s Pope and Kie?”

“They’re coming later, something about a keg run.”

You and the boys stepped into the backyard which was already littered with at least a hundred people, pogues and kooks standing around, drinking. You just prayed there wouldn’t be a fight this year.

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You sat on a log near the fire with John B, just talking, when felt him walk in. You don’t know how, but your body just always knows when Rafe Cameron is in the area, like it has a visceral reaction.

“I’ll be right back.” You muttered to John B when you finally spotted Rafe, setting your beer down on the ground next to the log.

You walked over with your head held high, but suddenly it felt like your mini skirt was too short and your sweater was too cropped. You pulled down at both as you approached Rafe.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Rafe with your arms crossed.

“You know I never miss your bonfire.” He answered with that stupid smirk on his face that you just wanted to slap off.

“Do you make it a habit of showing up to places where you aren’t wanted?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m wanted here.” He said, crossing his arms.

“If I wanted you here, I would’ve texted you.”

“Oh, I’m not talking about you.” Rafe smirked and nodded his head behind you. You looked behind you and saw a girl waiting by the fire, waving towards Rafe.

You turned towards Rafe and laughed.

“Of course.” You said sarcastically. “You always did move on quickly, Rafe.”

“And you aren’t getting comfy with that pogue?”

“Please, you know John B is just a friend.”

“I’m pretty sure friends don’t hook up with friends.”

“John B and I are not hooking up.”

“That’s not what Topper told me.” Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I can’t believe you actually listened to Topper. John B and I haven’t hooked up in months. I can’t even believe I’m explaining this to you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. You watched as Rafe’s face faltered slightly, your words washing over him.

Rafe sighed and rubbed his temples, contemplating his next words.

“Can we just start over? Please, y/n.” Rafe begged, pressing his hands together.

“I told you what to say, Rafe, and you couldn’t even say it.”

Rafe took your hand and pulled you inside, leading you up to your room. You sighed and sat on your bed, crossing one leg over the other, as he squatted down in front of you. You liked him at this angle, lower than you.

“I’m sorry, okay. I know-I know should’ve said it. But you know me, y/n, you know how hard that is for me.”

“It shouldn’t be that hard if you mean it.”

“I do mean it, that’s why it’s so hard for me. If you were just some random girl I just wanted to hook up with, it would be so much easier to lie and just say it.”

“Bad choice of words Cameron.”

“But with you I would mean it. If I said it, it would make things real and that scares me, y/n.”

“You don’t think it scares me? Rafe, it terrifies me, but it’s a jump I’m willing to take with you. We would jump together, that’s what makes this so great. We would be a team. Just you and me.”

“Just you and me?”

“Just you and me.” You repeated, taking Rafe’s hands in yours, intertwining your fingers. You leaned down and pressed your forehead against Rafe’s, your noses brushing against each other. Rafe quickly closed the gap between your lips. The way your lips moved against each other’s was perfection, even better than when you kissed each other for the first time. You dropped his hands, and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, as Rafe started to stand up a little. You moved back on the bed and grabbed his collar, pulling him over you, one hand holding him above you and the other hand was gripping your waist. His tongue ran over your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth, and you opened up for him, letting his tongue slip in, tasting the cheap beer you were drinking. You wrapped your legs around Rafe’s waist, pulling him closer to you and he ground his hips into yours. You flipped both of you over, so you were straddling Rafe, your hands on either side of his head to hold you up, never breaking the kiss. You felt his hands move down your waist, then hips, before taking residence on your ass, gripping tightly. You groaned into the kiss, grinding your hips against Rafe’s, desperate for any type of friction.

“Rafe.” You moaned against his lips.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” He whispered, moving you so you were lying on your back. He moved off the bed and gently grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge. Rafe started taking off your skirt and you lifted your hips slightly at an attempt to help him. You pulled your sweater off over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room as Rafe worked on removing your thong, muttering something about not wanting anything in the way. He kneeled in front of you, putting your legs on his shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses up your left leg.

He slowly licked a stripe through your folds, looking up at you, watching as you moaned.

“Stop teasing.” You groaned, kicking his shoulder lightly.

“Patience baby.” He said, before pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

Rafe’s lips attached themselves to your clit, sucking and licking gently. Before you knew it you were a moaning mess under him, your hands gripped his hair pulling lightly as your hips bucked up. Rafe’s left hand held your hips secure, while he continued his work on your clit. Rafe used his right to slide his middle and ring finger inside of you, pumping his fingers in and out of you at the perfect speed.

“Rafe.” His name flowed from your mouth like a prayer. Like you were some battered child and he was your saving grace. You swore you died and had gone to have heaven when you felt him curl his fingers inside of you, hitting that one spot you so desperately needed touched.

You clenched around his fingers, your orgasm approaching quickly. But before you could actually finish, Rafe was pulling his fingers out of you and stopped his assault on your clit, sitting back and taking in the sight of your dripping pussy.

You sat up on your elbows at the sudden loss of pleasure and looked down at Rafe.

“Sorry, baby, but I only want you cumming on my dick.” He said, standing up.

You groaned and tilted your head back, rolling your eyes in frustration. But you were quick to action, getting up on your knees, you moved over to Rafe and undid his belt as he took his shirt off, throwing it into the pile of clothes on the floor. Once he had his pants and boxers off, you were quick to grab his shoulders and pulled him down on the bed, moving to straddle him. You hovered over Rafe and grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“You’re still on that birth control, right?” He asked, looking up at you while his hands gripped your hips.

“Does it matter?” You responded, clearly frustrated as you were trying to focus on getting Rafe inside of you.

“Are you trying to baby trap me?” Rafe joked, chuckling lightly.

“Stop talking.” You groaned as you sank down on him, clenching around his cock.

Rafe’s grip on your hips tightened as he realized he was balls deep inside of you. Your hands clutched Rafe’s thighs as you started moving up and down, rolling your hips. Rafe’s started thrusting up, meeting your hips. Your movements started to get sloppier as you reached closer to the finish. Rafe sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, slipping one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it softly as he continued thrusting up into you. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were soft moans and grunts from Rafe, and the sound of skin slapping skin.

“Fuck Rafe.” You moaned, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I-I’m so close.”

“Wait for me, baby.” He said softly, guiding your hips up and down. You clenched around Rafe, trying so desperately hard to hold it back. A few more thrusts up into you and Rafe was coming undone inside you and you finally released what you had been holding back. Your body relaxed against Rafe’s, your breathing fast against Rafe’s neck.

“I love you.” Rafe muttered against your neck as he left a few kisses there.

[justhereforsubsevika]

tw, sorry if this is a little sensitive but can you do one where sevika deals with a suicidal reader? I've been going thru alot recently and it would be nice to have a fic abt it ^^

TW mentions of SH and suicidal thoughts/attempts

Yes ofc, sorry if this is inaccurate to anyone, I'm drawing from my own experience here

"Oh honey, I..." Sevika looks down at your wrist. You cringe and look away, look anywhere, a pit in your stomach that deepens, seems to hollow out and drain you of your insides. "It's nothing, I'm fine," you attempt, but tears prick at your eyes before you can stop them. You can't retract your arm because Sevi's holding it there, her strength prevailing over yours. "It's not... baby did I do something?"

The question breaks you, has you crumpling to the ground. Of course she'd blame herself, everything's always her fault. She joins you on the floor, bundling you up in her arms. You feel tears fall onto the top of your head, her lips pressing kisses wherever she can manage. You can tell she's panicking, and it makes the hole in your stomach worsen.

"Can you tell me-"

"Can we not... can we not talk about it. Just this moment." You say weakly, your tears gathering on her shoulder. She huffs out a breath, tucking your head into her neck. "I'll make some tea. Go lay down baby."

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She flicks on the lights in the bedroom and sits at the foot of the bed, handing you a mug filled with your perfect brew. You smile at how well she knows you, the colour just right, the sweetness perfect.

"Tell me?" She tries, offering you a comforting smile.

"I just... I haven't been feeling right... again... and I'm... I just think, maybe.... you know... it'd be easier if I just... If I wasn't around." You say it so quietly, so slowly, you're unsure if you were even intelligible. She nods and sets your cups down onto the nightstand, gathering you up in her arms again like she has to prove to herself that you are, infact, still around. She stays like this for a while, swaying you gently, staring into space.

"Baby," she starts, her voice catching in her throat, "I can't lose you. Maybe that's the most selfish thing to say to someone who wants to... yeah, well, if my being selfish keeps you around then I'm going to be selfish. I need to hear that stupid laugh when I tell a dad joke that doesn't land with anyone but you. I need to smell burning in the morning of every valentines because you've attempted to cook. I need to feel obligated to take a picture of every cat I see on my way to and from work." She sighs and turns to look at you.

"I have lost so much fucking family," tears start to roll down her cheeks, "you and Vi are all I have. I will do anything to keep you with me. I don't care if I have to stay up 24 hours a day to ensure you're not hurting yourself. I don't care if I have to follow you around like your shadow. Baby, you can't leave me. You're the most precious thing I know."

You sob into her chest, body wracked with guilt that you've put her through this. "I'm sorry, Sevi honey I'm so sorry,"

"Don't apologise, don't you fucking dare apologise. I'm so proud of you for telling me honey, now I know, now we can get help can't we?" You nod against her and hold her closer. You know she won't make it all better, make it all go away, but you feel slightly more whole knowing she'll be there to lift you up, there to hold your hand.

If you're in the UK you can contact Switchboard to talk about these thoughts, they're an lgbtq+ charity so will suit your needs if that's what's brought on your feelings.

There are tons of places to call. And I know you feel alone, G-d do I know that feeling, but you aren't. You have people who care about you. You have one in me. G-d bless and stay safe sweetheart.

[low-budget-korra]

Let's talk about Caitlyn Kiramman from Arcane (again)

Tons to talk about her so, here we go

1. Is she privileged? Yes. Is she a bad person because of it? No.

In fact, from the beginning, Caitlyn always wanted to do what's right and that's the reason she became an enforcer(in her life experience until then, as Piltie, the enforcers were there to keep the peace and help the city and it's people). She wanted to help people and was one of the few Top Siders who viewed Zaun people as people and not monsters or trash.

2. Did she get blind by revenge and make some bad stuff? Yes.

But let's be fr, if my mom was murdered like that and by the same people I tried to help, I would do the same or even worse and probably so are you Caitlyn haters. And that's okay, we are emotional beings and rage truly is something that blinds people.

Not to be that person but half of Caitlyn's hate posts just scream "i never lost someone important in my life and I don't know how grief works" Cuz unfortunately I did and even tho it wasn't nowhere near the violent way Cassandra died, I still had to struggle with the anger phase. And I say this bc people act Caitlyn was just pulling a tantrum, overacting or smt

Sure, her pain ain't bigger than Jinx's or Vi's, but it's still hurts and the only true difference is that Cassandra had the privilege of an honorable funeral, while Felicia and many others from Zaun, didn't have. But don't be here all condescendingly try to disqualify Caitlyn pain just bc she is rich

Anyway, she was so blind by revenge that she released the toxic gas on Zaun, and it is said and shown that she only used to clean the streets before search operations and against the baroons. Still fucked up bc there's no way innocents weren't harmed but still, it ain't like she release the gas on everyone just for funzies as some people comments

Ambessa played her cards pretty well bc it's easier to do something like that if you dehumanize your enemy. And those Zaun thugs were dumb enough to fall for the Ambessa trap in the ceremony and the whole Zaun suffered because of that.

And if we can learn something from this is not to be too quick to violence bc you may be played and in the end, you and your people will suffer with the oppressors now ""justified"" actions. Yes, violence can help but we need to know how and when to use it.

3. Caitlyn is possibly the most complex and misunderstood character from season 2. Mostly bc even tho we had lots of micro expressions and subtext that explain her actions, there were things that maybe needed to be said. This would save the character from being so misunderstood

Like a scene with her saying something like "Vi...I'm sorry if I hurt you" and then Vi would respond like "if?" and then silence after. Could even be in that scene in act3 when Vi just wakes up from the coma. Idk, I know it sounds dumb but again, it would save the character from being misunderstood and hated over them

"But Caitlyn changing sides was too plot convenient and came outta nowhere". No? Lmao in fact you can see in her face how she regrets hitting on Vi and how she kinda of doesn't want to be there when Ambessa is making the speech in the end of act1

But then again, Ambessa plays her cards and calls out Caitlyn into a position where she simply can't say no. Remember that they were already thinking that someone from the Top may have helped the attack and Caitlyn was seen hanging around with a Zaun criminal and sister of the terrorist, if she refused what Ambessa was offering, people would assume she is a traitor and that could mean death to her.

Months go by and when we see act2 Caitlyn she is already more calm, her initial rage and wishes of vengeance kinda of ran out, and she is already realizing all the shit she did and disagreeing with Ambessa's ideas. In simple terms: She just wanted a way out.

Oh and let's not forget how Caitlyn was alone during all that. Her father was also grieving, Jace was gone, Mel was gone, Vi was gone...she was all alone and emotionally vulnerable, which makes it so much easier for Ambessa to manipulate her

So when she reunited with Vi and Vi called her Cupcake, it's like "wait, you not hate me after what I did to you?" moment , it was when she realized she wasn't alone anymore. And after hearing that Vi was helping her father, Caitlyn immediately wanted to help - maybe as a way of saying sorry, to redeem herself from the bad shit she did during those 6 months.

And when she got to see Jinx happily and chill, just hugging her dad...it was the moment she remembered Jinx wasn't a monster, that little moment is when she starts humanize Jinx and we can see in her eyes.

"then why did she arrest Jinx" Because Jinx surrendered and she had no choice, Jinx didn't kill just her mom. But she waits for Vi to wake up, to decide what to do and I bet while this happened, people were pressuring her to execute Jinx already or something.

That conversation she had with Jinx kind of seal the deal. Probably the first proper conversation they had and seeing Jinx so weak and vulnerable...it totally makes her destroy the image she previously had of her. There's no way back, she didn't forgive Jinx and I don't think she ever will, but she stopped hating her. Which is a start.

And knowing Vi would never allow Jinx to stay in jail, Caitlyn just say "fuck it" and let Vi release her sister. This was an act of love, especially bc Cait knew Vi could just run away with Jinx and she may never see her again.

"the CaitVi sex scene was unnecessary" I didn't see any of these when it was Jayce and Mel tho 🤷

It is both sad and funny how a huge part of the Caitlyn haters also loved and forgave Silco. This just proves that if a woman will be judged harder, a lesbian will be judged 2x more harder cuz the amount of lesbophobic comments I've seen...

[rarepairdumpster]

Hexcore AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Canon Divergence, Canon Events, Previous Zaundads, Vi, Jinx, Isha, Also yes, Viktor still wears his little blue dress

AU where Viktor sees Silco instead of Sky when he merges with the hexcore. 

He goes to The Last Drop first cuz Silco says he can set up shop there and all the goons are like "who is this twink" 

Viktor just starts rattling off things Silco used to say and Sevika starts to put it together like "wait were you why he never took meetings on Thursday nights" but quickly backs him and tells everyone to get back to work

He still heals people but thanks to Silco's resources, he's able to house them properly and give jobs in the community to help build up the entirety of Zaun and not just a little commune

Silco leads him down the mines to where he and Vander used to meet to find his old plans and journals. He's there when Jinx and Vi and Isha show up. 

Silco is devastated he can't talk to Jinx in the same way but is glad she's doing okay.

Jinx seeing Viktor and crushing him in the tightest hug because she thought he was dead, he was gone SO LONG

She was tracking Warwick, but Viktor was already in the little rebel room muttering to Silco himself, and had a ?!?!?!?! moment because she thought she'd blown him up in the council room.

She'd been avoiding the Last Drop because she's so depressed about killing both of them so she didn't know he'd taken stuff over.

She assumed Sevika just grew some balls finally

She just lived in her lab with Isha. 

Isha made the memories in the lab easier to deal with.

But going to the Last Drop? No No No No No

Vi's like Jayce's boyfriend???

And Jinx makes the most disgusted face EVER.

Because that's Silco's HUSBAND

Silco is very proud of Jinx in that moment

And Vi's like Silco was married? Who the fuck --

Jinx makes an uncomfortable smile "oooo might be awkward meeting Vander, huh?"

"I told you, Vander is dead" Vi sighs

"What do you mean?" Viktor asks Jinx, Silco also very interested in what she has to say

And Jinx goes into an explosive explanation about this massive bloody thirsty wolf man turning out be Vander, and she knows because it was in the middle of trying to kill her when it stopped and called her Powder

"You didn't tell me that," Vi huffs.

"You didn't ask," Jinx blows a raspberry at her. 

"And you think Vander is coming here," Viktor reiterates. 

Of course, SIlco sighs. Of course he would come here. This was our sanctuary.

Viktor glances at Silco, and then looks at the two jackets, one tucked into the other.

And he paraphrases what Silco said "Vander feels safe here."

Viktor sees the leter on the table and picks it up, Silco looking over his shoulder to read it, too. 

I...I never...

Viktor places his hand in Silco's. "You didn't know."

Vi huffs "Guess my sister's not the only one taking crazy pills."

Because none of them see Silco except Viktor

Isha kicks Vi in the knee

Vi is like "Does Silco make everyone loco or..."

Viktor gives Vi the most withering stare.

"Perhaps Jinx wouldn't struggle so much, if being unkind wasn't your default setting, Violet."

Vi does that thing where she's shocked that people can deduce her full name is Violet and have the audacity to say it in front of her

Jinx just shrugs in agreement and Isha vigerously nods.

Viktor reaches out and soothes Jinx's bangs back from her face and smiles -- as he often did when she was growing up.

And Jinx grins up at him, but there's a sadness in her eyes, because there's an important person missing from this picture

Part of Jinx is afraid Viktor will reject her, if he finds out how Silco died

Viktor knows Jinx shot Silco already, but he also knows it was an accident. Knows that Jinx held Silco in his last moments

Viktor wants to say something but he knows now isn't the time.

Not when he they suddenly hear a loud roar.

"Is that?" Viktor asks.

"Wasn't kidding about the wolf thing," Jinx replies, with Isha nodding.

Wait, what if Warwick can sense Silco's spirit because he's more animal than person now

Instead of attacking the rest of them, he's whining and sniffing at the place where Silco is standing, and his big eyes get wet as he rumbles Silco

Silco wraps his arms around Warwick as much as he can and shushes him. 

I forgive you, Silco pets his neck. 

Viktor steps over to Jinx and Vi after giving Silco a moment. "I think there is a possibility we can bring him back. Vander, that is."

And Silco does forgive him.

Silco forgave him the moment Jayce gave him that impossible choice: freedom or keeping his daughter. Because he realised what kind of choices Vander was faced with.

Arch + Woods

[kiyrian]

I just realized: Jinx in S1 talks about how her & Vi situation is so much different than Silco & Vander. Now though we know they are very very similar and it's just that Silco never told her what really happened.

And we do see that he omits parts of the story - he shares new insight with her during the baptism scene after she mentions that they already went over it several times. Maybe he does it because some things aren't for children to learn, maybe because he struggles with sharing his real weak points.

Still, in the case of Jinx and Vi's parents I wonder if it's guilt - the same guilt Jinx feels over the death of her brothers. Or maybe fear - fear that Jinx would leave him if she found out her parents died after (and here I'm guessing based on Vander's flashbacks) Silco threw a Molotov cocktail at the guards. Hard to tell if he was the first to attack or it was a retaliation but the ending is the same: the parents died and Vander blamed Silco. Just like Vi blamed Jinx. Until Vander didn't but Silco never got to learn that. Until Vi didn't but she came with an enforcer and there was no time to talk.

How much easier would it be for Jinx if Silco shared the whole story? If he showed her that the similarities run deeper and that even after all this she (I assume) still saw his as a father figure -> she too deserved love despite her mistakes. Hell, if Vander ever talked to Silco or Silco tried to find him before S1 the whole problem would probably be solved before it even started.

And then what about Jinx sharing the whole story with Vi? How Silco was her father (was he good at it? that's a different topic. Still she grieves him as his daughter, she misses his lessons and guidance). How she didn't mean for the things to happen. How she needs help with her hallucinations (Silco tried to help with those and do they even have any kind of mental health professionals to offer real help? probably not. Still, not treating it as an excuse for her behavior but a real problem she's struggling with would do wonders.) We get some of it in S2 Act 2 but they are always in action and there are so many "almosts". Vi almost touching Jinx's shoulder. Jinx almost reaching out. The talk about future. They get family hugs with Vander. But this doesn't solve the grief, the hurt.

Here's to hoping the girls can break this circle of "All we needed was one honest conversation and then work on our relationship but we could have made it. Instead all we have is grief and useless legacy."

(Yet how often we don't get to have those kind of conversations in real life? How often we lose people because we never really explained? I love and hate how well Arcane portraits it)

[elliesappetite]

The Name That Broke Us (Final Destination)

"You've Fought Well"

FREE PALESTINE

Vi x Reader

Rating: 17+

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The days following your departure were some of the hardest you had ever endured. Each morning, you woke up expecting to feel Vi’s warmth beside you, only to be met with the cold emptiness of a bed that no longer felt like home. The hurt still lingered, a dull ache that refused to fade, but with each passing day, you began to breathe a little easier.

You found solace in the Undercity, throwing yourself into work, into distractions, into anything that would keep your mind from drifting back to her. But no matter how hard you tried, Vi’s voice, her touch, her laugh—they never truly left you.

And neither did she.

Vi had tried reaching out at first—leaving messages, waiting outside your apartment, even asking Sevika if she’d seen you. But you weren’t ready. Not yet. You needed time to heal, time to understand what you truly wanted.

One evening, while walking through the bustling streets, you heard a familiar voice call out behind you.

"Stop running and talk to me," Sevika said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated; your feet rooted to the ground as you turned to face her. Her expression was unreadable, but her sharp gaze told you she wasn’t here to coddle you.

"I know you're hurting," she continued, crossing her arms. "But shutting Vi out isn't going to fix anything. If you really want to move on, you need to face this."

You swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling in your chest. "And what if I'm not ready?"

Sevika sighed, shaking her head. "Then you need to figure out what you are ready for. But running away and pretending she doesn't exist? That’s not you. That’s never been you. You’re strong enough to deal with this. Whether that means cutting her out for good or giving her a chance, that’s your choice. But don’t let the fear make it for you."

You didn't respond right away, staring at the ground as you wrestled with your thoughts. Deep down, you knew she was right. Avoiding Vi hadn’t made the pain go away—it had only left you feeling lost.

"She’s been a wreck, you know," Sevika added after a moment, her voice softer now. "Not that I care about all that sentimental shit, but… I see how much she cares about you. Maybe you should too."

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A few days later, Caitlyn found you before Vi could. You had half-expected her to avoid you, given everything that had happened, but instead, she sought you out. The two of you sat on a bench in a quieter part of the city, and for a while, neither of you spoke.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Caitlyn said finally, her voice quieter than usual. “And I certainly didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

You exhaled slowly, bracing yourself. “Then why did it?”

Caitlyn frowned, looking down at her hands. “Because I was selfish, and Vi was confused. She didn’t kiss me back. She pulled away almost instantly. But I made her doubt herself. I made her question if she had moved on completely, and that wasn’t fair to either of you.”

Your heart clenched. “And what about now?”

Caitlyn met your gaze with a small, sad smile. “Now I know she loves you. That’s what I told her. And it’s what I’m telling you now.”

You sat with her words, unsure how to feel. But one thing was certain—you needed to talk to Vi.

It wasn’t until a full month had passed that you finally decided to see her again. You had replayed that night over and over in your head, your heart torn between the pain of betrayal and the love you still held for her. But something Caitlyn had said to Vi lingered in her mind:

You shouldn’t carry that around, Vi. You owe it to yourself and to Y/N to be clear about what’s in your heart.

You had spent weeks trying to convince yourself that Vi had been dishonest, that she had never truly let Caitlyn go—but what if you were wrong? What if she had chosen you all along but just didn’t know how to express it? What if you were letting fear take away something beautiful?

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That’s what brought you to The Last Drop, the bar where you had first met Vi.

She was sitting at the counter, nursing a drink, looking more exhausted than you had ever seen her. The moment she spotted you, her entire body tensed. Her tired eyes widened in disbelief, as if she couldn’t trust that you were really standing there.

“Y/N?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse, but it carried more emotion than you had expected. Relief, regret, hope.

You took a deep breath and moved to sit beside her. “Hey, Vi.”

For a moment, she didn’t speak. She just stared at you, as if waiting for you to disappear. Then, carefully, she placed her glass down and turned to face you fully.

“I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again,” she admitted, her voice raw.

“I wasn’t sure if I did,” you replied honestly. “But… I needed time. And I think you did, too.”

Vi nodded, swallowing hard. “I meant everything I said that night, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you. And Caitlyn—” She exhaled sharply. “That kiss… it wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t want it. I pulled away. But I should have never put myself in that position in the first place.”

You studied her for a moment, searching for any trace of dishonesty. But all you saw was sincerity and regret.

“I believe you,” you said softly.

Vi blinked in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected forgiveness. “You do?”

You nodded. “But believing you doesn’t erase the hurt. It doesn’t change how much it messed with my head. I need to know that you’re sure about us, Vi. That I’m not competing with your past.”

Vi reached for your hand, hesitating before finally intertwining her fingers with yours. “You’re not competing with anyone. You are my future, Y/N. I don’t want Caitlyn; I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

A shaky breath escaped your lips. You had waited so long to hear those words, but a part of you had been terrified they would never come.

Vi squeezed your hand, her gaze unwavering. “I know I have a lot to prove to you. I know I don’t deserve your trust back just like that. But if you give me the chance… I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you let her words settle, let the warmth of her touch remind you of all the good that still existed between you.

Then, finally, you spoke.

“One step at a time?”

Vi’s lips quirked into a hopeful smile, her eyes shining with a mixture of relief and gratitude. “One step at a time.”

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

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[thimbleandakiss]

Old Wounds and New Scars

Vi & Sevika

Request by @loulooser: Hey is there a fanfic of Sevika and Vi meeting post-S2 just to talk now that everyone is gone. Cause like. She knew Vi as a little kid and watched Powder grow up when Vi couldn’t. I need to read this.

Summary: At the party Piltover throws to welcome the very first councilor from Zaun, Vi and Sevika talk about Jinx.

Content: Mild cursing, implied drinking, reminiscing

Cross-posted to Ao3

It felt too soon.

Too soon after the war. Too soon after watching the last hope Vi had of having her family back die in an insultingly colorful explosion. 

And yet… she and Caitlyn had been expected to attend. Attend the party welcoming the new Councilor Sevika. The spot on the Council had originally belonged to Cait’s mother, after all. Every time she thought about it, the name made Vi’s jaw clench. 

The grand event was held in a large, open-air pavilion, the setting late spring sun just warm enough to make it possible. Vi’s only consolation was that Cait hadn’t made her dress any particular way, and the familiar weight of her leather jacket kept her just grounded enough not to start picking fights. 

This wasn’t her kind of crowd. The champagne glasses clinking, the fancy dress, the high-pitched tittling of laughter. At least Sevika also stuck out like a sore thumb. 

That made her easier to avoid. 

Cait had told Vi that an open invitation had been issued to Zaun for the party, but clearly, not many bothered to show up. 

That gap would take far more than a party to bridge. 

During one of her side-long glances to track Sevika’s location in the room, Vi made the mistake of accidentally catching her eye. The older woman jerked her head towards one of the exits and disappeared. 

Fucking, great. Vi’s hands clenched into fists. Did she really want to have this conversation here, now? Was putting it off any better? 

As much as she resented Sevika… She had information Vi desperately wanted. Information on all the years she missed. 

Cursing under her breath, Vi placed a hand on Cait's shoulder, murmuring that she’d be right back, and followed the newly appointed Councilor onto the veranda overlooking a garden. 

Sevika had her arms crossed and propped on the railing, not bothering to even turn her head at the sound of Vi’s approaching bootsteps. 

She looked… different from the last time she and Vi had talked. New hair, new arm, new scars. Well, ‘talked’ was generous. It was more like Vi had kicked her ass, and she took no small amount of satisfaction in noting that one of the aforementioned new scars was courteous of yours, truly. 

Vi turned around, leaning her back against the rail and crossing her own arms across her chest. They were both silent for a while, the sound of the party slightly muted, now. 

Where do you even start? How do you have this conversation, especially with someone you’re on… less than good terms with. 

It was Sevika who broke first. “Listen… we don’t like each other.”

Vi scoffed, mumbling something under her breath Sevika chose to ignore. 

“ But ,” Sevika continued, her tone a little biting before letting out a strained sigh, “I’ve known you since you were a kid. You and Jinx. And I think… if Vander could see you now–” Vi tensed at the sound of his name from her lips, “–he’d be proud.”

Vi stilled. It felt like the breath had been knocked right out of her. Her head snapped to the side, brows furrowed in confusion and… maybe just a little bit of hope. 

“That’s the one thing you and I have always had in common,” Sevika said, her expression unreadable. “We’ve always been willing to do whatever it takes to protect those we care about most.”

“Lot of good it did me,” Vi muttered bitterly, casting her gaze to the ground once more. 

“You think I didn’t lose people?” Sevika retorted, her shoulders stiffening. “Think what you want about me, but I cared for Jinx.”

There it was. That damned name again. Just hearing her name had a tide of grief welling up in Vi so strong it threatened to black out all the light in the world. She swallowed thickly, stuffing it back down. Not here. Not now. 

“Jinx…” Vi said, voice tight, “What was she…”

Sevika let out a huff that might have even bordered on affectionate. 

“Crazy,” Sevika says bluntly, and Vi can already feel her instinct to defend her sister rearing its head, “Probably the most insane person I’d ever met. But… good. Once she found something worth being good for.” 

Vi relaxed slightly. “Isha?” Sevika nodded. 

“She loved that girl to pieces, gave up everything to give her the childhood she thought she deserved.

“She was also one of the smartest girls I’ve ever met. You could give her a toothpick, three pieces of wire, and a can of spray paint, and she’d find a way to make it explode.”

Vi’s chest warmed slightly, and she found her lips quirking up a little. 

“Took her a while to get there,” Vi mused, “When we were kids, she’d be lucky to get a puff of smoke.”

“She made me my second arm, you know,” Sevika told her, shifting so she was leaning sideways against the banister, facing Vi. “After you busted the first one.”

There was nothing apologetic in the grin Vi gave in response. “Whoops.”

They talked for a little while longer, talking about the people and memories they hadn’t even realized they’d shared. 

By the end, Vi felt like… something in her chest had healed. It wasn’t all better, far from it. But… some of that dull, ever-present ache eased a bit. 

Cait’s voice calling for Vi finally pulled her out of the moment, and she pushed herself off the rail. 

She was going to just walk in, leave the veranda like nothing had happened. Instead, she paused, and after only a moment’s internal debate, placed her hand on Sevika’s shoulder. 

“Welcome to Piltover, Councilor.”

If Vi didn’t know any better, she’d say Sevika smiled in response.

[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 16/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

                He walks out the front to find Vi sitting at one of the tables groaning, her head rested on a pile of books and her laptop set to the side.

                “What are you doing?”

                “Studying. Go to University they said. It’ll be fun they said. It was all bullshit and lies.”

                “You could always run away to another country.”

                “Oh, I am not fool enough to think my life is as blessed as yours is. If I ran away to America I’d probably end up dead.”

                “You don’t want to travel?”

                “I didn’t say that.”

                “But…?”

                “Can you imagine my parents agreeing to let me go?”

                “What if I went with you?”

                “Where?”

                “Anywhere…Everywhere.”

                “Are you serious?”

                “You’re like my sister –”

                “Cousin.”

                “I might actually have cousins somewhere. Anyway, we could always go together. If you wanted.”

…            …            …

                Sandy, Olivia, Maria, Nicola and Mandy are all sitting at the large twelve-seater dining table when he finally steps into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything, silently pours himself coffee from the pot and takes a sip while he just looks at them. They all look back. They’ve clearly been talking about him, or Leo, or more likely his relationship with Leo. Not that he’s told Maria anything, and for her to be the sister that knows the most is unusual. He doesn’t know whether she would have talked or not.

                Sandra is the oldest, nine years Jake’s senior and got to get the whole college experience before their lives came crashing down around their ears. She’d married her boyfriend from college, a man named Daniel who had uprooted his life in Montana to live in Texas. If that didn’t show love and devotion Jake doesn’t know what does. They have three kids, two girls and a boy, ten, eight and six years old. They call him Uncle Jake and think he’s cool. He doesn’t need the ego boost, but he’ll take it regardless.

                Olivia is six years older than Jake, and of all his sisters he’d have to say she’s the one he has the least in common with. He doesn’t know what happened while she was at college, but he just knows she’d come back angry and upset, raging at the world with no time to consider comforting anyone, or being comforted herself. Now though, she seems happy, her own little house built on the farm a ten-minute walk away from Maria in the main house. She cooks and creates things, rescues animals like it’s her job.

                For a reason he’s not one-hundred percent sure of, Maria lives in their family home where they all grew up and where he’s standing right now; looking at the large table where they all congregate around for every special occasion whether he’s there or not. He has always assumed that Sandra didn’t want to live here and raise her own family. Maria is only three-and-a-half years older than Jake, was still in high school and living at home and he’s always considered her the bridge between them all, a middle child acting as glue. Maybe that’s why she stays in the house, reels them all back in every chance she gets.

                Nicola and Amanda are twins, the ones he’s closest to in age, only two years older than him, but he’s definitely closest to Nicola. Nicola came out as a lesbian before Jake even realized that he was maybe not straight and their parents’ easy loving acceptance and support had made it so much easier for him when he figured himself out. The fact that he’s away much of the time means he makes the perfect roommate, only around for a few weeks, always with an end date in sight so she never seems to get sick of him. Amanda, he thinks, is maybe the bravest out of them all, her decision to go after parenthood and take it on single-handed, refusing to wait for some person to come along to make it happen for her. She currently breastfeeding her son and only half of her attention is really on Jake.

                “You going to say anything?” Olivia asks.

                “What’s there to say?” Jake asks, shrugs and takes another sip of coffee. There are collective eye rolls and scoffs around the table and he pulls a face. “What?” he asks again.

                “Maria told us you have a boyfriend.”

                “Did she now…” Jake says dryly, shooting Maria a look and she gives it right back.

                “Did you take the idiot route?” Maria asks, one eyebrow shooting up like she’s daring him to prove her right or wrong either way.

                “No. I didn’t. However if you think me bringing him here for dinner tomorrow isn’t an idiot move on my part then you all need your heads examined.”

                “If he can’t put up with a little ribbing from us he’s not worth your time,” Nicola states, and she leans back from the table and folds her arms, looks like she’s ready to throw hands.

                “After seven days? You think introducing a guy to all of you, what,” he looks to Maria. “Forty-eight hours after we actually decide to try having a long-distance relationship when he leaves, that meeting my entire family isn’t a complete overkill?”

                “But Maria got to meet him!”

                “That’s because I knew she’d be able to help him better than I could. And I wasn’t… we were just hooking up.”

                The looks his sisters all now exchange have him throwing his hands up in the air in annoyance, no idea what they’re communicating silently. He skulls back the last of the coffee in his mug, regrets it almost instantly given how hot it still is, but it looks like Amanda is finished breastfeeding Lincoln and he grabs the burping cloth and makes grabby hands for his three-month old nephew. While he’s around he gets first dibs on everything and he’s totally going to use Lincoln to hopefully redirect the conversation.

                “You sleep well for your mom last night?” Jake asks, and Amanda snorts.

                “Stop trying to deflect Jake.”

                Damn. He’s out or practice. Not even one question before he’s getting called out; although trying with someone unable to answer back was probably a mistake. Ah well, it was worth a shot.

                “This is the first guy you’ve ever brought home. It’s a big deal.”

                “Okay. First off. There was no conscious decision to bring a guy home. He just… I literally bumped into him at the market on Saturday.  Until yesterday afternoon we were just fucking –”

                “Jake!” “Language!” “Can you not?” Their voices all overlap and he’s reminded that while he spends most of his time with guys who are trying to get their photo in the dictionary beside curse like a sailor, his sisters have never liked curse words, although when he’s with them one on one they usually let it slide.

                “Making sweet sweet love,” Jake says, giving them all an annoyed look while jiggling Lincoln and patting his back. “Look, I wouldn’t be bringing any guy home after a couple of dates.”

                “Except it’s not just a couple of dates. This is your guy from Italy…” Nicola states.

                “Nicky…” Jake starts, because only she knows quite the extent of his maybe little thing for Leo which he’d built up in his mind. The fact that he’s pretty much had all of that in more the last few days cementing some of his wildest fantasies isn’t something he wants to examine too closely yet.

                “What guy from Italy?”

                “I thought you said it was Bradley Bradshaw?”

                “Yeah. It is. And apparently they met years ago in Italy and Jake calls him Leo,” Maria provides, like she’s repeating something and Jake frowns.

                “It’s what his Italian family call him…” he says defensively, not adding that it’s also what he’s called him in his head for around eight years.

                “It’s how he introduced himself to you,” Nicola provides and Jake shoots her a glare over the top of Lincoln’s head.

                “Italy… didn’t you stop there as part of your first deployment?”

                “Yeah, it was, he sent us a postcard.”

                “Wait. Was he your first?”

                Jake feels hunted, as he often does when they’re all pursuing the same thing or all trying to get him to do something, or find something out.

                “You’re all a bunch of gossips!”

                “Like this is news…”

                “Also that wasn’t an answer. You know…” Amanda says, turning toward Nicola instead of Jake and he groans. Nicola cannot keep anything from Amanda once she knows there is something to know.

                “He wasn’t my first…” Jake mutters, hoping to maybe head them off, but Amanda is studying Nicola with narrowed eyes, Nicola is looking between her twin and back to Jake helplessly and he shakes his head and Amanda’s eyes go gleeful.

                “Ooohhh… there is definitely something. He was –”

                “He’s the first guy Jake ever kissed.”

                “Maria!”

                “What? You told me when you came home very briefly in between rounds of sweet sweet love. Remember? I didn’t realize it was a state secret. We all know who each other’s first kiss are…”

                “Well, we do now.”

                “My first kiss was actually Suzanne McKenzie,” Jake says smugly.

                “You were four. That doesn’t count.”

                “Oh… he was the first man you kissed. And DADT was still in effect.”

                “Yeah,” Jake says on a sharp exhale, and he swallows, looks down at Lincoln to avoid looking at any of them. It was one thing to have their support when he decided to apply to USNA, but they had each taken him aside and told him that DADT was going to make it difficult. They hadn’t been wrong, but other than Nicola he’d felt at the time it was all I support you but…. Nicola had said, fuck them, you go in there and show them what you’re made of.

                So he had.

SEVENTEEN

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Some early thoughts on Arcane S2

Just a few thoughts on the 1st Act of the new season. No strong commitments or opinions just yet, it's still early on in the story. I'll start with what I especially liked, then cycle into things I'd have liked to see done differently.

Animation

Visually, this season's a step up from the last. I've especially enjoyed the differently-stylized into sequences to each episode (the charcoal-like funeral, the overlords' last supper and the Grey, respectively). I've read some complaints about the music-video-esque treatment of the fights, but I enjoyed that. The music's not my thing, but it fits the steampunk/sci-fi-fantasy aesthetic pretty well.

Vi/Cait

Good to see it become canon! I also like the tragedy they seem to be setting up, and I do like how they wrote their relationship. Again, have read complaints about them getting together and breaking up too quickly, but I think it makes sense - the kiss is a pay-off to almost a season's worth of build-up. The breakup is the result of the gap between the characters' beliefs, conditions and natures. There's always been tension between them, and they're not perfect for each other, so them getting together all at once would not have been believable. Also, since Act 1 sees basically everything uprooted and thrust into chaos, it makes sense for them to make impulsive decisions trying to find comfort. Sure, they're probably not deeply in love, they've known each other for a short time, but they've clearly liked each other for a while. I don't really get where the people that think it's rushed are coming from.

Cait's arc set-up

I really like where it's going! The arc they seem to be setting up looks like it'll be about the effects of grief on perpetuating hatred and violence, which fits right in with the story. I do wonder if they'll attempt to take Cait to the 'extreme' and then bring her back in a sort of redemption arc. It seems like that might be difficult to do after some point. But I'm excited to find out where it's going.

Jinx, Isha and Sevika

Not much to say here, I like how Jinx's family themes continue even after Silco's death. All kinds of nice parallels going on. I like it.

Alright, now for the stuff I'm not so positive on. There's quite a bit, but simply because it is easier to criticize than to praise, especially when S1 has set a very high standard.

Too many plotlines

I've seen people talk about pacing issues, and I do agree, but to me the more fundamental problem (which is the cause of the first) is that this season's juggling too many plotlines. Just the ones that come to mind:

(1) Zaun vs Piltover, undercity uprising (2) Mel and the Black Rose (3) Ambessa's Noxus interference (4) "The Arcane is waking up" (5) Vi, Jinx and Warwick family drama (6) Victor's becoming (7) Vi and Cait relationship drama (8) Singed

My hope is that these will be bettered by uniting some of the plotlines. Victor and the Arcane will probably end up one storyline, same with the Black Rose and Noxus. Still, the story feels over-loaded with STORIES, and not in a very water-tight writing kind of way, but rather in a 'there's too much going on' kind of way. I'm afraid that they will not have enough screentime to set up, develop and pay off all of these, while also doing justice to the character arcs. I might be wrong, we will see.

For now, I feel like they should have cut one of the plotlines above to make more space for the story to breathe. It's also a little thematically messy. There's usually at least a loose thematic connection (family, using magic/science for good/bad, dangers of the arcane, oppression), but sometimes it feels too loose. Again, I'm sure some of this will come with time as we get these 'looser' plots developed, like the Black Rose, Noxus's political interests, etc. Hopefully, they can pay it off right.

A consequence of so much going on is, yes, some moments are not given enough time. This was most evident for me in the Jayce/Viktor goodbye scene. Perhaps it is meant to be underwhelming and this will be relevant later, but as it stands, it's rushed. I've seen someone given another good example, Jayce and Heimer's reunion scene - it should have been tensed with residual conflict, but there's kind of... nothing.

Another consequence is that some characters screentime feels insufficient for their story importance (e.g., Jayce, Viktor, Ekko), while others', excessive (Maddie, the enforcer dudes). Isha's screentime is fine, since she works as a parallel to Powder, and Salo's is also alright because of politics plotline. I've seen some leaks about Maddie which I will not detail here, but I'm not sure that they justify her abundant screentime.

Scale of conflict

I quite dislike the seeming shift away from the core Zaun vs Piltover conflict towards a more 'global' feel. Makes sense for S2 to have a bigger scope, but this is a little too big for my liking. Both the Arcane waking up and the Noxus stuff is very global, and since the show is more about Arcane than about world politics, I would've preferred to have seen the latter cut down in favour of more screentime to the former, as well as main characters from S1.

I also quite dislike the 'let's put aside our political differences to save the world' direction that this all seems to be winding up to, because it kind of puts the more interesting, interpersonal conflict on hold, and takes what I'd consider the 'easy way out' of the moral difficulties of the conflict. I do not know if this is what they will do this season, but it feels like they're edging towards that with the Jayce, Ekko, Heimer and Victor stuff (and possibly the Grey?).

Viktor and Agency

Once again, with so little screentime it's difficult to tell, but the set-up seems to suggest a certain direction here, which I can't say I like. It's unclear whether Viktor is controlled or mind-addled by the Hexcore, but I do dislike the seeming lack of emotion. If he's controlled, it kind of takes away from what S1 was building towards. I do like that Jayce is pushed to use the Hexcore on Viktor (he chooses to do it, despite promising to destroy it), but I feel like the fallout would have been more compelling, especially in terms of Viktor as a character, if he'd seemed more in-control.

They seem to have chosen to go with something else, and I don't doubt they have an idea for his arc, but I wish there'd been more of the original League concept in Arcane's Viktor. As it stands, all the desperation from S1, the anger and helplessness, have sort of... gone, without a good conclusion (I don't really consider Sky's death a good conclusion). Or at least, without one for now. I thought that S1 had been building up to the Machine Herald stuff. Maybe this is an intentional subversion. I've never found Viktor's character to be very compelling, but he was at his best when pushed to desperate measures by his dying body.

This is a matter of personal enjoyment, but I do genuinely hope they bring some emotions back for him, and I really hope he is not controlled by the Hexcore.

[kiweegamez]

TORANS HERE WE GO.

Ok so Torans, if you knew her you know the gist. I also had this big phase with drawing her in au’s but we don’t talk about those as they shall hopefully never surface the internet. 🗿She’s also had so much crossing lore so I think this will finally be the breakthrough of the century. She has been redesigned so many times and eventually I get bored and spruce her up a bit. Here’s her previous redesign. THIS POST BTW WILL JUST EXPLAIN SOMETHINGS ABOUT HER, if you DON’T want to read just look at the pretty pictures. 🩵

Yucky. However, her two different coloured eyes had been a key feature for her as a character as old as time. However, quite a few things changed in her newest redesign.

(Ignore the anatomical inaccuracy, ALSO HOW DARE YOU TUMBLR FOR REDUCING THE QUALITY 😠)

So clearly there are still some similarities and differences. Such as the new jaw, eyes, horn type ect. As she is now second in command in the Elite Guard. I’m unsure if someone has made one so this will be explained later. Torans is my og undertale oc, she doesn’t have anything to do with any au specifically. Her ecto-body, is a choice controlled by her magic as I imagine skeleton type monsters can learn this to fill out their clothes or make it easier to protect their bones, however as this requires energy she looks tired all the time. Also top surgery since she doesn’t like her boobas 👍 .

So here’s her sword, I’m sure you’re confused. How would she use this as it doesn’t look like it could slash well. Well think of it like this, she could slash but only with the silver top, which does less impact than her main tactic. She will use the main part of the blade to wedge these spikes into the oppositions mid torso or wherever she can latch it such as a leg, then will yank the blade towards herself so the tip of the blade will be pulled into them as the side will roughly rip out attached flesh. However, if she is going against a skeleton due to the lack of flesh unless they are casting ecto-body she will hook the curved points into the rib to pull them close and then attack. The skull like handle is to protect the back of her hand, if someone does grab her wrist she can use the ‘horns’ to try and gouge their wrist if put in the right spot. If in a dire situation she will actually attempt to fling her sword, given its top heavy she will quickly shot put throw it to try and launch it into someone. I haven’t even bothered touching her armour yet lol

She does have a tail! Her hair, ears and tail are softer than they look! But be warned she will not let you touch them easily. As a show of irritation or slight discomfort the first sign to notice is the smoke escaping the ‘vents’ in her horns as they begin to heat up, then if further aggravated it will come from her sinuses as well. When enraged or full on beast mode her horns will spark and light on fire. This smoke is rather thick, but really doesn’t affect anyone’s breathing, the fire does though… She will use her horns to hook others in battle such as gaps in skeletons arms or legs if positioned, she has been reported to hook a skeleton by the eye sockets by her horns then ram them into a wall. Being the second in command of the Elite guard results her taking orders from the first in command, whom deals with paper work and gives her the responsibility of all lower guard groups. If sent on missions there will only be one unless it is a mass mission where two will be sent. In total there are 6 Elite Guards, (In ranking order) Riua (Re-wa), Torans (Tor-rans), Yanku (Yan-Kew), Pirta(Pur-tah), Eliqo(E-lick), and Viren (Vi-ran). They are essentially the bosses of all lower guards, with the responsibility of tasking them all with missions, care for cohorts, provide needed equipment, armoury checks, interrogations, ect.

Now, back to Torans she goes by Loyalty and honesty, she is also. A stiff ass. She’s not taking any shit and is ready to put you in your place and humble you. If she were to show affection to others she is very physical touchy-feely but only in private. She is a beast in the battle field and can take a couple hits. However, a weak spot is to hook something onto her horns and slam her into the ground, causing her to become immobilised for a moment from shock, this time is elongated if in her armour due to the weight. Another weak spot are her hips as they are sensitive she will often tense up and take a moment. She is the type to want a fair fight within reason, so if you are beat to a pulp she will stand there and look down at you waiting for another attack unless able to then she will walk away. Unless, she sees no hope for you, striking when you are at your weakest. Or if one has fought with her before on unforgivable terms she will show that no mercy is given to those of foul nature.

She’s quite stern and often doesn’t respond verbally often, as she thinks that her subordinates may take her tone wrong or that she may something wrong or confusing as she talks rather fast due to some form of minor anxiety. She will set up routines often and wants to know as much as possible, if she is your interrogator she will ‘shift’ herself to match your mindset but she can easily become the ‘bad cop’. A weakness of hers is her short-temper, easily set off by incompetence (which at first annoys her) and back-stabbers. Also loud sounds. You thought I would just give her goat ears without sensitive hearing? WRONG HAHAHA. If she notices somethings going to blow up she gonna get on the floor and cover her ears. Another way to gain an advantage against her. She also doesn’t like suck ups. Straight up. She will cut the bullshit.

This is her soul! Now about Torans’ whole life situation. There’s purely a reason she’s second in command rather than first, she’s a lot more helpful in the battlefield than the average monster. She technically cannot turn to dust. To balance this factor out healing magic cannot work on her, slightly worsens the wounds so she has to tough it out, much like wounds in our world. Her soul will still shatter but will rejoin together eventually. The ‘mini soul’ pattern in the middle represents her ‘undying spirit’ when her soul shatters she will just straight up pass out for hours, girlies eye lights are going out and she’s falling like a brick. The cracks constantly glow hence she doesn’t show her soul as others tend to ask about this sensitive topic. When awakening she will be very unaware and dazed, it usually takes a week to recover basic movements yet will be severely weakened for elongated periods of time hence why she’s so heavily focused on training when she can. But she’s stubborn so you know if you find her she’s going to be stumbling around like a zombie into a wall.

And before you ask, this strange unattainable au was…..erased…. By unseen means, with a few escaping but ultimately separated. Yet this was many upon many years ago, so it is very unlikely that the others are still living as the ‘Great fog’ (the term known for Torans’ experience during the collapse of the Au) happened around 387 years ago. She’s 407 years old. So yes she’s old like a certain goopy skeleton. She can also be quite oddly resentful towards nagging or those overly curious she comes across especially when others ask where she came from as an innocent question, usually causes her to have a flashback causing her to freeze up, or a full on lash out (yet this is much rarer and is usually caused as a after affect of heightened stress or she’s just annoyed). But despite her cold and tarnished personality she is a most valuable mentor to those patient enough to listen to her.

Torans headcanon voices- Coven Morgana 

(I imagine she would link cross across to being a ex-royal guard member from his Au through his fighting style and stance, so I feel like the lines directed at the knight would sometimes be referring to him) Helmeted Torans- Odysseus (with voice modifier) or meanie ENA (without voice modifier / voice mod off in the helmet)!

Have some close ups, you deserve them especially if you read all that 😭.

Her forked ecto-tongue is unnatural as it formed from an injury, she cannot perceive taste as well or at all as others can.

THIS PICTURE HAS SO MUCH SEBASTIAN SOLACE ENERGY ISTG.

anyways thanks for reading, my ask box is always open.

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[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing VI

Master list here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Warnings--I actually don't think this chapter needs any. I guess this is more of a "fluff" chapter

Halle realized Dylan was much easier to talk to than she originally thought. Once she let go of her fear, she could hear the dry, biting humor Dylan spoke with under his breath each time another team member cringed in his presence. Could see Dylan’s enthusiasm for watching the world out of reach from his small balcony. Could watch Dylan slowly relax in front of her.

“What made you want to join Scutus, Halle?” Dylan asked as he lounged on the small balcony.

Halle had come back from her sparring test with an armful of books from Romeo Team for Dylan. She also had downloaded more movies to Dylan’s laptop. “Hello to you, too, Dylan.”

Dylan turned and looked at Halle, his pale head haloed by the golden afternoon light. His icy eyes were soft, open, something that Halle realized she was getting used to seeing. “Sorry, I was thinking about it earlier.”

Halle set the pile of books onto Dylan’s end table. “I want to make a difference. Scutus keeps the world safe. It seemed like a great way to do that.”

Dylan crinkled his nose at Halle’s words. “You could have been a very gifted doctor, Halle. You didn’t need to join Scutus to make a difference. You would have done that anyway.”

“Well, if my cause isn’t so smart, then why did you join?” Halle stopped. “I don’t know why I said that, I’m sorry Dylan.” They still hadn’t really talked about how Dylan came to Scutus. Or how he became a living weapon. But Halle knew it was likely a sensitive topic. Dylan’s eyes tightened a bit. Halle knew that she had said too much.

She opened her mouth to apologize again, but Dylan spoke. “It’s ok. You didn’t mean anything by it.” Dylan’s mouth twitched at the corners. “And to answer your question, when I was young, I wanted to be a dolphin. I used to love watching them when I would walk along the shore. When I got older I learned that it wasn’t possible to be one and so I had to find a new career aspiration.”

Halle chuckled. “You wanted to be a dolphin. We aren’t anywhere near the ocean, how did you even know what a dolphin is? Did you see them on a vacation? We’re landlocked here.”

Dylan smiled. “I know.” His eyes grew distant. “I grew up near the sea. I used to see them often. They were so beautiful and free. I thought that is exactly what I wanted to be. Free to do whatever whenever I liked.”

“I’m sorry your dream was crushed by reality.” Halle realized Dylan had shared more about himself than he had ever before. “But, for what it’s worth, I am glad you’re here, Dylan.”

Dylan looked away again, squinting as he stared out over the grounds. “You think the rain will be here before midnight?”

“What rain? And does it matter? Dylan, it’s a sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. How could it possibly rain today?”

“I can smell it. You could, too, if you tried.” Dylan stood up and stretched. “Thanks for the books, Halle. I think you would like this one,” he held out the book he had been holding to Halle. “Definitely more your thing.”

“So there’s murder and intrigue?” Halle smiled. She appreciated that Dylan had taken care to learn what kind of books she liked. The truth was she liked everything Dylan had recommended. But she especially enjoyed the mysteries.

He nodded. “I bet you can solve it faster than I did.”

Halle clapped her hands over her ears. “Don’t spoil it for me!”

Before Dylan could tease her any further, he suddenly rose, shoving the books Halle had brought him into a drawer. His face was flat as his door swung open and Thomas marched in.

“Dylan, be ready to leave in, oh, Halle. What brings you here?” Thomas stared down at Halle.

“Halle was just doing her daily assessment of my well being. It seems I’ve nearly died already too many times for her to just trust that I’m ok each day.” Dylan lied so smoothly Halle had to work to school her features. Maybe Dylan wasn’t as terrible a liar as she thought. Maybe he could lie when it really counted.

“Yes, he’s a rotten patient, Thomas. I always like to lay eyes on him to be sure he’s actually ok.”

Thomas nodded along. “Yes, always good to be sure he’s well. If you’ll excuse us, Halle, I need Dylan for…” Thomas’s voice trailed off.

“No worries, Thomas. I’ll just be in my room should you have need of me.” Halle quickly left before she could be called back and have her actions called into question.

Hours later as Halle listened to the rain thrumming against her window, Halle hoped that Dylan was safe on whatever mission Thomas had taken him on. And that he would make it home safe.

“Do you ever train?” Halle asked as she flopped down on the bed next to Dylan. He had returned completely unscathed from the mission—a rare occurrence as far as Halle was concerned.

Dylan stared at her, his book abandoned on the side of the bed. “Not really. I don’t need to. Once I learned how to manage my abilities, I didn’t need to train.”

Halle frowned. She didn’t like that answer. “Well maybe if you trained more, or even use a gun, you won’t get hurt so much.”

Dylan made a face, his nose crinkling with disgust. “I know how to use a gun, Halle. There’s no need for me to use one though.”

“How do you know? Won’t they let you use one?”

Dylan held out his hand. “I’ll show you that I can use one. And a knife, too, if you like.”

“You need a target though.” Dylan didn’t get up from the bed. “It’s in the closet. Go ahead, set it up. I’ll wait.”

Halle hurried over, flinging the door open. Sure enough, a bandolier of knives and a training dummy sat in one corner, covered in a heavy layer of dust. “When was the last time you used this?” Halle asked as she lugged out the dummy. It was heavier than she thought. She set it up in the doorway of the closet as it was the furthest point from the bed.

Dylan stood up and crossed through the med bay door, gesturing for Halle to follow him. Once he was as far as possible from the dummy, he held out his hand for the bandolier of knives. “I don’t know. I don’t really need weapons anyway. I am the weapon.” He took two throwing knives and held out his other hand. “I won’t shoot, I promise.”

Halle reluctantly handed over her service weapon. It was standard issue for all members of Scutus to carry one. “I believe you.”

Dylan went silent, the air around him growing still. He quickly checked the clip for the gun. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and fired the weapon. Halle gasped as Dylan followed up the shot with two quick flicks of his wrist, the knives embedded all the way to the hilt in the dummy. Dylan handed the gun back to Halle.

He had made a perfect shot. And two perfect throws. Halle had never seen anyone’s aim be so accurate. Without even looking. “I….I…stand corrected.”

Dylan gave a small smile. “I can use a weapon. I just don’t need to. Why all the worry about my abilities?”

“I just don’t like you getting hurt. If carrying a weapon would help you, then you should.”

“But,” Dylan sighed as he flopped back down on the bed, “it doesn’t make a difference. I am the weapon after all.”

Halle nodded, chewing on her lip. Dylan was lethal. Dylan was created to be lethal. How could she forget?

Days later, Thomas called Halle into his office. “What can I do for you, Thomas?” Halle said as she stood at attention. She had been working very hard to emulate the rest of her team, to blend in, and by doing so, hopefully stand out enough for a promotion. Since the explosion, many team members had been unable to return to work. The only reason Thomas was up and moving was the Authority had deemed it necessary to give Thomas an accelerator. By the time Halle had finished stitching up Dylan, Thomas was bursting through the door to check to be sure Dylan wasn’t going to die. He had been off running missions the very next day while Dylan had taken the better part of two weeks to heal. Halle wished that the Authority would release the formula for accelerators so that more team members, or even the general public, could benefit from them. But Halle imagined it was an expensive, time consuming process to make accelerators.

“Halle, have a seat.” Thomas gave Halle a warm smile. “You have made yourself indispensable. Really, you have impressed all of us. You kept your head with the explosion and managed to help more than just your charge. We would have lost more team members if you hadn’t acted so quickly.”

Halle blushed. “It was nothing, I was just doing what anyone would do.”

“Don’t be so modest, Halle. You should be proud. It’s exactly those type of actions that made me recommend you for field promotion.”

Halle’s heart skipped a beat. Promotion? “You don’t mean that—“

“You’ll be joining us on your first mission in the coming days. You will, of course, still be Dylan’s keeper. But you can field treat any injuries he sustains until we return. And even other team members.”

Halle listened to Thomas go on and on about her duties. Field promotion. She had done it. She was going out on missions.

“You’ll never guess what happened!” Halle said as she burst into Dylan’s room. Dylan watched Halle from the bed, book balanced on his chest. His eyes were guarded and his voice was flat as he spoke.

“When do you start?”

“You ruined the surprise!” Halle frowned.

“Thomas told me last week before we came back. Wanted me to know that you would be watching more closely.”

“But this is great! I can help you sooner. That way you aren’t really injured or risking scarring when I help you.”

Dylan stared at Halle, his icy eyes sad. “I’m not worried about cosmetics, Halle. I’m worried about you.”

“Me? I’ll be fine. I’ve been taking sparring lessons.”

Dylan shook his head. “Sparring in a gym and being attacked in the field are two vastly different things, Halle. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I’ll be fine, Dylan. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Of course I worry about you,” Dylan said quickly. “You’re my friend. My only friend. Of course I want you to be ok.”

Halle’s heart twinged at Dylan’s words. “I will be fine, Dylan. And besides, friends are supposed to have each other��s backs. And I’ll be able to have your back for once now that I can be with you. As your friend, Dylan.”

“I’m happy if you are happy, Halle. Even if I’m going to worry the whole time you are out with us.” Dylan closed his book.

“I’ll be fine. You won’t even notice I’m there, Dylan.” Halle sat on the edge of the bed, near Dylan. “And I am happy.”

Dylan squeezed Halle’s shoulder. Dylan had still be very hesitant to touch Halle, as though he couldn’t shake the rule. But he was warming to it. “I’m glad of it, Halle. Now, what movie should we watch until we get an assignment?”

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