#but vi... girl... i hope you know how lucky you're about to get

[maxfieldparrishes]

in light of... recent revelations about caitlyn, i've come to the conclusion that sex with maddie might not have been bad, per se, it was probably just... very vanilla? kinda boring?

like look at maddie over there

perspective and angle aside, you cannot tell me that tiny little carrot top with the bad haircut could manhandle caitlyn and throw her around the way she clearly likes!!!

caitlyn likes getting spit on and pinned down and tossed around and using her enforcer equipment inappropriately. sweet itty bitty ray of sunshine maddie would not be able to handle all that shit. she could not handle caitlyn's specific brand of nasty because caitlyn is a fucking FREAK lmao

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Lucky Ones | vi. Whispers of Discretion

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 4,188

Warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of scars

Summary: Wanda finally confessed her love for Natasha and discoveries were found along the way.

A/N: I'm not quite confident with this one :( but I hope y'all still like it. 👉👈

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The comforting atmosphere of the city's usual buzz and the cozy ambiance inside the cafe where Wanda is currently sitting provide her with a great sense of comfort. She can spend hours peacefully reading book after book, and that's what makes her feel content. However, right now, Wanda is diligently going through her lecture notes, rewriting the ones she needs to memorise in preparation for her exams.

Wanda is deeply engrossed in her studies, with her headphones in, and she doesn't notice when someone tries to get her attention.

"Hey, Wanda. Hello there," Vision greets with a bright smile, capturing her attention.

Wanda removes her headphones and responds politely, "Oh, hi! I'm sorry, I didn't hear you right away."

"No worries. I can see that you're busy. I just wanted to say hello," Vision replies.

Wanda notices that Vision is holding some books in his arms and curiously asks, "Are you here to study too? You can join me if you'd like. I don't mind some company."

Vision happily accepts the invitation and sets up his study materials next to Wanda.

Their meetings continue for many days, eventually leading to them exchanging numbers so they can easily communicate for their next study sessions. There are times that they would meet up and just hang out. Wanda doesn't have any friends and having someone to talk to is something that she needed.

During one of their study sessions, Wanda lost track of time and received a call from Natasha. She was relieved that Vision was too engrossed in his studies and hadn't noticed Natasha's caller ID photo. She quickly stood up to answer the call.

"Hi, Natty," Wanda said as she accepted the call.

Natasha's tone carries a blend of concern and a hint of irritation as she questions Wanda, "You should have finished your classes by 4:30. Where are you? It's past 6 PM."

"I'm with some of my classmates, and we're having a group study session," Wanda replied. She couldn't quite pinpoint why she felt the need to lie to Natasha and why she was hesitant to mention that she's only with Vision. Perhaps it was because she hadn't told Natasha about these meetings with Vision, and it made her somewhat anxious.

Natasha sighed on the other line, "I see. You could have told me, baby. I was about to drive over to your university."

"I'm sorry. I kind of forgot, and I also lost track of time."

"Would you like me to pick you up after your study session?" Natasha offered, concerned about Wanda being alone. However, this suggestion sparked a mild panic within Wanda.

"No, you don't have to do that. I can easily take the train, and you need to rest."

"Darling, you know how I feel about you commuting alone. I'll just book a Lyft for you, okay?"

"That's fine by me. I'll send you the address later," Wanda agreed, hoping to end the conversation and hating the feeling of lying to Natasha.

"Good girl. Study well, baby. Bye."

"Thank you, Natty. Bye." Wanda ended the call and let out a long, heavy sigh. She felt a sense of guilt and confusion about her actions. Returning to her seat, Vision asked who she had been talking to.

"It's my roommate. She just asked what time I'll be back, that's all. Do you mind if I head home early around 7 PM?" Wanda asked Vision.

"Sure, Wanda. I can walk you home if you'd like," Vision, always the gentleman, offered.

"No need for that. I'll take a Lyft since it's been a long day for me," Wanda replied, simultaneously texting her current location to Natasha.

"That's alright. I think I'll head back to my apartment too since it's getting late. But I'll see you on Monday, yes?"

"Of course! I'll be here at the same time."

"Perfect. Let's wrap this up so we can go home." They both focused on finishing their studies, leaving Wanda with her conflicted with what she had just done.

***

Natasha was buttoning up her shirt and applying the finishing touches to her makeup in preparation for her date with Wanda later in the evening. She had taken the initiative to book a two-day vacation on the weekend outside the city, convinced that both of them deserved a weekend of relaxation—morning snuggles in bed, afternoon swims by the pool, and a passionate romantic evening.

"Natty, how do I look?" Wanda's voice interrupted Natasha's concentration.

As Natasha turned around, she was completely surprised by what she saw when her gaze met Wanda. Wanda was wearing a dress with a deep neckline that tastefully highlighted her creamy cleavage. The dress snugly embraced her waist and ended gracefully at mid-thigh, accentuating Wanda's beautifully long legs.

"Can you twirl around for me, sweetheart?," Natasha stood up and placed herself behind Wanda, planting a tender kiss on the right side of Wanda's neck while gently gripping her waist.

"Natasha, you should behave yourself. It's our date night. You can have me after our dinner date," Wanda playfully promised.

With a wide grin on her face, Natasha replied, "I'm eagerly looking forward to it, baby."

"You're insatiable," Wanda chuckled at Natasha's teasing.

"Come on now. I can't wait to have you as my dessert."

Hand in hand, they left the room and made their way to the elevator, heading up to the rooftop where they had a reservation at the restaurant. The receptionist greeted them warmly and led them to their table. The ambiance was set with a soft glow of yellow lights, and the background was filled with the soothing sounds of indie songs.

Their order had been placed when they made the reservation, and within just five minutes of being seated, their food arrived. Natasha couldn't help but gaze at the stunning woman in front of her, causing the butterflies in her stomach to flutter. They had been dating for almost nine months now, and no one had ever captured her interest quite like Wanda. She knew she had to have this incredible woman in her life, no matter what it took.

"You've been staring quite intensely, you know. You haven't even touched your food," Wanda's words snapped Natasha out of her reverie, bringing her back to the present moment.

"Oh, my apologies. You look absolutely stunning tonight, darling. I just can't take my eyes off you."

Natasha's compliment made Wanda blush deeply. "You don't look too bad yourself. I don't know how you manage to rock a simple white shirt. Maybe it's all those accessories that make you such a delightful sight." Wanda decided to return the compliments to Natasha.

"Oh, so you find little old me a pleasant sight too?" Natasha playfully flirted.

"Stop it. You may be little, but you're not old," Natasha snorted in response to Wanda's playful remark about her height.

Seeing Natasha so carefree, laughing and flirting with her, warmed Wanda's heart. She knew how Natasha often guided her emotions, and sometimes, she could be overly formal and serious. But moments like these reminded her of the beautiful connection they shared, one that allowed them to be themselves and revel in the simple joys of each other's company.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and as they spoke, Wanda's mind drifted back to the day they first met.

"I can't help but think that meeting you was like a gift from heaven," Wanda admitted, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Perhaps it was my stunning looks that initially captured your attention, detka," Natasha teased, flashing a mischievous smirk.

"Natasha! I'm being serious here. It was actually my birthday on the day we met at the convention."

"No way! Why are you telling me this now? I should have swept you off your feet right then and there." Natasha momentarily remembered her birthday which is on the next Saturday, but did not let her emotions show.

Wanda chuckled softly. "Nah, I think I wanted to see you put in some effort before I gave in. Besides, those visits you made to the cafe during my work shifts were the highlights of my day." Wanda fondly recalled how Natasha had gone above and beyond to find reasons to visit her during those early days of their relationship.

Natasha leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a self-satisfied grin. "Well, my efforts paid off because, obviously, I got the girl," she declared confidently.

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes. "You're getting a bit too full of yourself now. I might be inflating your ego even more."

"I just happen to know what I want, and luckily for me, it's you," Natasha responded, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed at Wanda.

Wanda rested her elbows on the table and propped her chin up with her palms. "I'm all yours, Natasha," she declared with a warm smile.

Natasha reached out with her left hand and gently caressed Wanda's cheek. Wanda felt herself melt under Natasha's touch. "I know, baby."

The two women left the restaurant after having some wine, and Wanda was starting to feel a bit tipsy. Natasha noticed this and took off Wanda's high heels. She had to hold Wanda's waist tightly to keep her from stumbling as Wanda's steps had become a little unsteady.

As Natasha went to slide the hotel card into the door, Wanda suddenly wrapped her arms around Natasha's neck and asked her to slow dance even though there was no music playing in the hallway. Instead, Wanda started humming a song that they had heard at the restaurant earlier.

"Got my dress on tight 'cause you know that I

Look shinin' in the light, there's so much ridin'

On this life and how we write our love song

Ooh, let the light in

At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in."

Natasha found herself gazing at Wanda as the girl sang softly. Wanda was clearly putting her emotions into her song, hoping and wishing that Natasha would be open to accepting her feelings instead of pulling away in fear.

"Cause I like to love, to love, to love, to love you

I hate to hate, to hate, to hate, to hate you

Put the Beatles on, light the candles, go back to bed

'Cause I want, I want, I want, I want you

I need to, need to, need to need you"

As Natasha listened to the song and understood its heartfelt message, she felt a lump in her throat. She decided it was time to gently encourage Wanda to come inside with her.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I love you?" Wanda suddenly blurted out, her eyes glinting with sincerity, catching Natasha completely off guard.

Natasha was left stunned, frozen in place. Thoughts swirled in her mind. Is this love? Is she in love with Wanda as well? Can she find it in herself to return the love that was being offered to her?

Natasha couldn't help but feel a mix of exhilaration and fear as she realised that her feelings for Wanda are growing deeper. It was like she was on a free fall into the depths of love, and she wasn't entirely sure if this descent would lead to her emotional salvation or if it would ultimately drown her in a sea of uncertainty.

Natasha often found herself questioning whether her feelings for Wanda would prove to be her undoing, leaving her struggling in a turbulent sea of vulnerability. The thought of losing control of her emotions haunted her at times.

But, on the flip side, there was a tantalizing hope that clung to her heart. Perhaps these feelings would be her salvation, rescuing her from the emptiness and Wanda's presence had breathed life into her world, filling it with colors and warmth that had long been absent.

Natasha had a part of herself that often saw the negative side of things. It made her worry and imagine bad things happening. Sometimes, when she felt vulnerable, she thought that she didn't deserve the goodness and kindness that Wanda showed her.

This negative part of her thinking was based on her past experiences and her own insecurities. It told her that she was in a situation where she might accidentally hurt Wanda, who had become incredibly important to her. Natasha knew she had her own flaws and imperfections, and being around someone as kind and pure-hearted as Wanda made her feel undeserving.

"Wanda…" Natasha was left speechless by Wanda's unexpected confession. She struggled to find the right words to respond.

"It's okay, Natasha," Wanda reassured, sensing Natasha's hesitation. "I understand if you don't feel the same way. Just being this close to you is a privilege for me." Wanda rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, her heart heavy with the pain of unrequited love. She had anticipated Natasha's reaction, but it hurts nonetheless. All she had ever wanted was Natasha's undivided love, but she didn't want to pressure Natasha or make her feel uncomfortable, especially since Natasha had kept her own feelings guarded.

Wanda has been keeping her emotions to herself for quite a while, and she's aware that Natasha cares for her in her own special way. It's the way Natasha wakes up early in the morning, even if she had stayed up late because of work just to cook breakfast for Wanda. When she leaves sweet notes in Wanda's notebooks, filled with words of encouragement, especially on days when Wanda feels overwhelmed by her studies. After Wanda finishes her exams, Natasha would shower her with kisses and arrange romantic candlelit dinners at home. Natasha provides her financial needs without even batting an eye on the monthly bill because she truly cares about Wanda.

Wanda could go on and on with the little things that Natasha does for her which she deeply appreciates and it should be enough. However, within her heart, a powerful longing persists. Wanda yearns for something greater, a desire that runs deeper than mere affection. She yearns for Natasha's validation, for the assurance that she is cherished above all else. What Wanda truly longs for is unwavering commitment, the kind that wraps around her like a warm, protective blanket. She hungers for a love that offers her security, a sanctuary where she can always find solace and contentment.

Natasha crouched down a bit in order to carry Wanda in a bridal style as her mind cannot process the whirlwind of emotions that is going in different directions. Maybe they could talk about what has just transpired outside their room when both of them are in the right mindset, achieving a productive outcome.

Natasha carefully helped Wanda get into bed, ensuring she was comfy. "I'm going to take off your makeup. Just stay still, okay?"

Wanda felt really touched by Natasha's gentleness. She'd always treated her well and have never done anything to hurt her. How could she ask for more when Natasha was giving her so much attention and care?

Natasha returned with a makeup remover, Wanda's nightclothes, and a glass of water. "Can you sit up for me? You need to drink this water before sleeping, and please, remove your clothes to get ready for bed."

Wanda followed Natasha's instructions, taking the water and undressing, while Natasha helped unzip her dress. "Thank you, Natasha."

Sitting on the bed, Natasha gently removed Wanda's light makeup. "There, you look better without makeup," Natasha complimented sincerely.

Wanda placed her hands on Natasha's face. "Natasha, please don't let my feelings change our relationship. I just needed you to know how much I love you, and I can't hide my feelings any longer."

Natasha couldn't process Wanda's confession, so she looked down and replied, "Will you promise to wait for me until I'm ready to say it back? No matter what happens?"

Wanda's heart ached as she felt Natasha's sadness. She was willing to wait as long as it took for Natasha to love her back. "I promise, Natasha. You're the one for me, and I hope you can see that."

"I feel happiest and safest with you. You brought light into my life, and I'm grateful for your love. I'll cherish it, Wanda," Natasha confessed, bringing tears to Wanda's eyes. She hugged Natasha, finding comfort in her words.

After a while, Natasha pulled away and saw how Wanda's eyes were shining with love and adoration.

"I want you to make love to me, Natasha. Please."

Natasha felt her inhibitions left her and all she could think of is making Wanda feel that she is being taken care of as she deserves all the good things that Natasha can offer.

"We have all night, baby. God, you drive me crazy."

Natasha surged forward and kissed Wanda softly and escalated to a passionate kiss which will surely make their lips bruise. Both women found themselves in a dance where they can freely express their needs and how they will fulfil those desires.

"Please, Natasha. Let me see you." Wanda pleads, gripping the other woman's shoulder, her eyes bearing with sincerity. Natasha will either reject her request or give in to her wants. Wanda is hoping for the latter, she wants to be able to convey her love for Natasha through physical touch, even if it would not lead to anything sexual.

The older woman sighed at first and nodded but shuddered at the thought of being bare in front of Wanda. She painstakingly unbuttoned her shirt and removed the sleeves from her arms. Natasha then unclasps her bra but opted not to remove her panties. Wanda is watching her closely and her breath hitches once she sees Natasha's nude torso.

In the dimly lit room, Wanda can clearly see how full and firm Natasha's breasts are, her eyes salivating even more at the sight of Natasha's lean and taut abdominal muscle, how it ripples at each intake of breath.

"Fuck. Natasha. You're so beautiful." Wanda uttered with no hesitation and immediately reached out to feel her nakedness. Her touches were light which started from Natasha's chest, and moving up to caress her neck and arms. Natasha is a sight to see and Wanda would worship the woman everyday if she was given the chance to do. However, this touch is foreign for Natasha and nearly flinches when she touches her. Wanda can sense how tense Natasha's body is.

"Relax for me, Natasha. It's just me, okay?" Wanda spoke with tenderness and not wanting to spook the woman away. She wants to show Natasha the love she truly deserves.

"I know it's you." Natasha whispers while she feels Wanda's hands softly mapping out her exposed body.

Feeling out of her comfort zone, Natasha leaned down instead and started roughly nipping at Wanda's neck, leaving a trail of hickeys.

"Baby, we'll go swimming tomorrow and I will be covered with hickeys if you don't stop." Wanda protested however her moans would say otherwise.

"I don't fucking care. I am marking what's mine. I want everyone to know that I own you." Natasha then pressed her left hand on Wanda's neck to further assert her possessiveness. Her fingers drifted down Wanda's throbbing center and was satisfied to feel that the woman was already dripping and ready for her. She then gave a teasing motion at Wanda's clit, further stimulating the woman.

"Goddamn, baby. Are you always this wet for me? What a good girl you are." Natasha's praises always hit her in all the right places and her brain soaks up everything that Natasha says to her.

"Mommy, please."

"Hush baby, I will give you what you want. I promise."

Natasha moved down and kneeled in front of Wanda's awaiting pussy and she's so pleased to see how it glistens with the wetness that accumulated after being touched. She wasted no more time and lapped up the entrance of the woman's pussy, her tongue teasing her inside then went up to the engorged clit.

"Ahh! Mommy, just like that. Please, please."

The rough assault on Wanda's clit continued and she can feel her orgasm building faster than she ever wanted. She cannot fathom how easy it is for Natasha to make her cum with just her tongue.

"Fuck fuck! Natasha! Please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

Two fingers were inserted on Wanda's pussy as Natasha wanted to feel how her velvety walls would clenched while cumming. This made Wanda's back to arch and her legs shook from too much pleasure.

"I am not done with you, detka. I will make you cum over and over again. You understand?" Natasha looked at Wanda dead in the eye, showing how serious she is with her promise and it made Wanda whimper with want.

"You can do whatever you want with me."

Natasha has lost count on how many times Wanda screamed and moaned her name in ecstasy and her jaw started to hurt. She laid down beside Wanda after giving her multiple orgasms.

Wanda gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she desperately tried to regain composure, each inhale is a struggle to even out her racing heart and ragged breaths.

"Are you satisfied, detka?" Natasha asked, feeling proud of herself for putting Wanda in her current situation.

Wanda stretched out her legs and found it sore, "I don't think I'll be able to swim tomorrow, let alone walk!"

"You will be fine, malysh. Your long legs will be good as new tomorrow and I cannot wait to see that bikini that you're hiding from me."

Wanda yawned suddenly feeling all tired, "Let's sleep so you can see me in that bikini tomorrow."

"Good night, baby."

"Night Natty, love you." Wanda said softly and Natasha's heart soars with happiness. Maybe she can get used to this affection that she is receiving.

***

In the morning, the air feels nice and calm. This time, Wanda wakes up before Natasha, which doesn't happen often. Natasha's head is facing her and Wanda can't stop herself from looking at Natasha, thinking about how beautiful she is. Natasha has a pretty button nose, thick lips, and cute eyelashes that flutter every now and then while she's sleeping.

Wanda leaned down to gently brush away the stray hairs from Natasha's face. As she did, something caught her eye – tiny scars on Natasha's eyebrows, nose, and just above her upper lip. This surprised Wanda because she hadn't noticed them before. These scars were quite subtle, not immediately noticeable, but they became apparent when you looked closely.

She couldn't help but wonder how Natasha had acquired these scars. Wanda realised that she might have missed them because Natasha usually wakes up earlier, already dressed and with makeup on, ready to prepare breakfast. During their intimate moments at night, especially whenever they are on missionary position, they keep the lights off with only the soft glow of Natasha's bedside lamp. And when Natasha is using a strap on, Wanda had always been facing downwards, so she had never seen Natasha's face clearly. Afterward, they would clean up separately and cuddle, with Natasha typically being the one to hold Wanda in a spooning position.

Further examining Natasha's exposed skin, Wanda noticed small, circular scars on her shoulder blades and trailing down her arms. Some of these scars appeared to be from burns, while others seemed like they had been dragged along her skin, leaving a line of scars. Wanda frowned at her discovery and wondered whether there were more and she's too scared to pull down the blanket to check. She began to question if these scars were the reason Natasha hesitated to be touched and why she always remained fully clothed during their intimate moments. It was a miracle when Natasha stripped bare for her last night.

Natasha slowly woke up, blinking as her eyes got used to the light. A big smile spread across her face when she saw Wanda.

"Good morning, detka. How was your sleep?" Natasha's deep morning voice made Wanda feel all warm inside. She forgot about Natasha's scars for a moment and nestled her head on Natasha's chest.

"I slept well. I think I woke up earlier than you because I'm excited to go swimming!" Wanda's excitement made Natasha chuckle.

"We can head to the pool now if you want. It's only around 9:30, and we can have lunch at 11:00. Does that work for you?"

Wanda jumped out of bed and grabbed her two-piece bikini from her bag. Natasha shook her head, amused.

"Yes, let's go, Natty! Change, and we'll have breakfast by the pool."

Natasha didn't want to deny Wanda anything she wanted, so she got off the bed and retrieved her swimwear which consisted of a compression shirt and shorts.

Wanda was having the time of her life. She feels content and she could easily get used to this life with Natasha, where she could experience things she never had the chance to because of her past. Natasha fills the void in her heart and envelops her in a warm embrace. Wanda loves Natasha deeply, and she couldn't imagine anything that could ever take her away from this wonderful woman.

[ethansluvbot]

would you do a sam carpenter x sister reader fic … based on scream vi maybe she sacrifices herself. -angst ; sad; blood . ethan k¡lls her maybe pls make it gore and sad thank u , love ur scream fics

TV | ETHAN LANDRY

summary: reader is sams sister and she's best friends with ethan. after a fight with ethan, you both start to ignore each other. later that night you guys follow a plan to get rid of the ghost face. it ends up with you not being exactly lucky...

warnings: SPOILERS!!!, knifes, blood, gore, angst.

an: hey!! thank you so much for the request. i hope this is what you were hoping for. if its not feel free to lmk :) this does not follow the scream 6 plot.

moving to new york wasn't your idea. you didn't enjoy the city at all. it was crowded, filthy and the people there were beyond rude. the only reason you were there was for your sisters. you were always worried, mostly for tara since she was the youngest of you all.

being in the friend group wasn't ideal, considering you were also a target to the ghost face. somehow ethan made it better. he was always there for you. after each of your classes he was waiting to walk you to the next.

walking out of your current class you saw the awkward boy standing there. you smiled walking over to him. the thing was you never asked him to walk you anywhere, he was just there. chad always made fun of him for it but you thought it was sweet.

"hi! your going to have fun in professor lawsons class, he had so much fun objectifying girls in the class," you said sarcastically. he gave you an awkward smile taking your books from you.

"thank you ethan, you know you don't have to walk me to all of my classes right?"

he looked over to you with big puppy dog eyes, "i know. i enjoy to walk with you though."

that was all true. ethan had the biggest crush on you since you moved to new york. he would never flat out tell you but he tried to hint it. handing you back your books when you got the classroom he waved goodbye.

"see you later?" you smiled over to him. he nodded in responses hurrying to his class, hopefully not being too late.

somehow your night turned into tara, sam and you being chased by serial killers. it scared you more to believe your sisters could be murdered than yourself. mindys predictions began to add up about who the killers were. ethan was never there when the attacks were going on. you began to doubt all the allibies that he had told you.

how could ethan the dorky, sweet, puppy dogged eye boy do this? all those nights your had spent with him were ruined. all the dinners, picnics and walks your spent with him meant nothing to you anymore. you were left alone, defenseless in the theatre.

kirby was knocked out on the floor, sam and tara were being held by the other ghostface, and you were left there on the ground. one of the ghost face crouch down beside you tilting there head.

"hello pretty girl," a tear escaped your eye as you know exactly who this was. it was for sure ethan. he always called you pretty girl.

"fuck you," you say kicking at him. he finally pulled off his mask. he brought the knife to your throat pressing harshly. chocking you saw your sisters approaching the theatre.

"if you're going to kill me, just fucking do it. id rather not see your face another second," you yelled in his face harshly. you saw tara tear up as she saw the knife at your throat.

"i didn't want it to end like this. you could've helped us, you could've lived but you chose this for yourself." he screamed back at you, this time he plunged the knife into your skin.

"you stupid fucking bitch," he continued to stab you with the knife as you screamed out in pain. this caused sam to finally break as she kicked detective bailey. she quickly spun around grabbing the closest item and hitting him in the head. grabbing his gun and shooting him in the head.

you had never seen this side of sam. in your eyes she would never hurt a fly, but there you were witnessing it with your own eyes. you hear another shot as you look to see ethan down. you couldn't speak as you felt yourself bleed out. the light began to get dimmer as you saw a figure crouch beside you.

"y/n. you have to keep your eyes open, please." tara stuttered out as she looked down at you. tears began to pour down her face as you grabbed her hand.

"i love both of you. all i wish is the best for both of you. if this save you both, then this is how i was supposed to go." your eyes began to shut as your heard one last sentence from tara.

"don't do this to me!" tara was dragged away by sam as she screamed to your name. sams eyes are swollen and red as she drags tara out. she didn't want to see her sister that upset. it was normal for sam to hide her emotions. she hugged tara as tears streamed down her face.

no one would've believed that ethan the dorky, sweet, puppy dogged eyed boy would kill anyone. all the time that you spent going to dinner, picnics and study dates meant nothing. you were glad he died. he needs to burn in hell.

[bastet-c-haddock]

Flashlight [Part 2 of ??]

[Inspired by the song "Flashlight" by Hailee Steinfeld. Vi's Voice in Arcane]

WARNING: This the second part of this fic (?) It retells Arcane's events from Vi's PoV with a bit of spice on my behalf. From the years in Stillwater to episode 8 from Season 1.

If you'd like to catch up with the previous part, here's the link to it.

Also, Spoliers for Arcane Season 1.

I became a shadow to the brute, spying on him.

At the gym, in the yard we prisoners were left out to do...whatever. He stayed on the corner, constantly looking out and guarding his side. He was wounded, I didn't need to know medicine to figure that one out, I have been there and that was my chance to get him to talk. Still, I needed for him to let his guard down, it would make things easier.

Or that's what I thought...

Lunch time came, and they served us that...shit they call food. No flavor, no nothing. A slop of things I may be afraid to ask about. When I would normally eat it, today, my priority wasn't survival; it was him.

Took the tray and followed the line, not serving a thing on the metal plate, waiting for me to walk freely. Couldn't get my eyes off him. The adrenaline I felt that night rushing again to my head as I recalled everything from my last night free:

Vander's gauntlets on my hands, snug against the vandages wrapped around my arms. Ready to defend my own. Mylo was crouching, frantically trying to free our father as Claggor hit a wall, hoping it would crumble fast enough for us to take a run for it. My old man's face, beaten up, fearing for us...for me...more than for his own life. He had come to terms with death...still, we weren't going down without a fight.

I was finally free of the row, looking out for the guards. There were few, it was their break too. They exchanged places every couple of minutes, which gave me a chance to come close to this brute.

The tray felt hot in my hand, as my blood started to boil and it'll soon need a valve of release.

"Hey!" I said, before sitting on the table this bastard was already on, focused on his 'food'. The word left my mouth as a bitter bark, letting him know I wasn't here to play.

He said nothing for a moment, only a growl came. He didn't even looked at me.

"Tch! I don't recall you being deaf!" I scoffed, waiting for him to react.

"Fuck off, kid!" His voice was raspy, low. Annoyed at my presence.

"In fact, I recall you listening quite well as Silco asked you to kick the shit out of a girl...after probably beating his mentor into a pulp" my sarcasm slowly turning somber, I almost snarled as I looked for his gaze.

He froze for a second. His moral compass working silently. His gaze fixed into the void, before stammering a reply. "How do you...?"

"Look up, dumbass..." I finally snarled, smirking as his eyes, scardely, darted upward to meet mine, not before taking my body first. As he reached my face, he grew paler, as if he had seen a ghost. That made me grip tighter the tray I had in hand. He shook in his place, dropping the spoon in his grasp as he mouthed the word tattooed in my cheek. "Remember me?" A threatening growl building in my chest. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. "Or maybe, you still need a refreser..."

In a split second, the tray left the table, hitting the goon to the ground. If these things weren't made out of metal, it would've bent. The noise made my timer run, as I felt the tense eyes of the enforcers looking at the scene. 5 minutes, maybe ten if I was lucky.

The brute looked at me, scared enough he would probably shit his pants. I pinned him to the floor with my own body, one of my knees over his chest as I pulled his uniform up against me, making him look at me. "Where's my sister?! What did Silco did to her?!" I roared.

"Everyone thinks you're dead..." panicked, gasping for air. "The sheriff told us you were...!" I cut off his words with a swift punch to his jaw.

"I don't give a damn!" Hissing to him, before punching him again, droplets of blood coming out from his mouth. "Where's my sister?!" I asked again, my face against his. Breathing heat towards his face, which shifted from panic to pain, not from my punches, but from the wound on his side that opened up due to my weight over his and my knee on his torso. I put more weight on my leg, making him squeal in pain as the wound ripped open. Bleeding through it's vandages and uniform. "I'll ask again, where the fuck is my sister?!"

His painfull grunts echoed between us, as he frantically tried to push my leg away "Cut it out, bitch! I don't know shit about your sister!" He roared in pain, squirming below me. A fast as he answered, another punch hit his jaw, stronger than the last.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! YOU WERE THERE THAT NIGHT! WHAT DID YOUR DAMN BOSS DID TO HER?!" I asked again, feeling the cold in my knuckles as his blood ran freely from his mouth. He coughed, grunting, looking at me with fear and anger.

"I DON'T KNOW, YOU CRAZY BITCH! FOR ALL I CARE, SHE MIGHT BE WITH THAT COWARD ON THE OTHER SIDE!" He snapped, his words unclear as his jaw started to fail. His insult and may-be-fact sent my mind into overdrive.

"YOU FUCKING SHIT!" The adrenaline clouded my thoughts.

The last I can recall, is me, picking up the tray from the ground, before plunging it into his jaw with every ounce of strenght I own.

Everything went black, as a snap remained lingering in my head.

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My mind came back to normal a couple hours later, surprisingly, I wasn't beaten up...yet...but I was in a place I knew quite well: Solitary Confinement.

This gray stone box becoming my silent sanctuary once more.

His words echoed through my memories. He may be right. As far I was concerned, Silco could have killed her that same night, as she cried for me, as she kneeled before Vander's shimmered-up corpse.

I was supposed to save her, and...at the end...I left her to that monster's mercy...

How can I be so frightened about things...I don't really know...? Of the idea of me hunting a ghost? Of the idea of...leaving her to die...?

That train of thought was about to make me cry bitterly, again, in that dark corner of the cell. Until...

The elevator rang...the doors opened...footsteps.

They were coming to punish me.

It snapped me out of my pitty driven bubble, as I started to warm up. Standing in that cell, punching the wall, preparing for the beating that'll soon come. It didn't make it any better, but the pain after wasn't as bad as if I was caught unaware.

I hit the wall harder as the footsteps drew closer.

I couldn't hear the lack of the wooden staff hitting the bars as it usually did. The bluffing of the enforcers and the heating up of their forsaken teasers. The only thing I could hear, was the wall in front of me and the clicking of someone's heels. They wouldn't catch me with my guard down, never, as long as I was trapped here.

The heels stopped their pacing, right beside my cell. At the same time, I stopped hitting the wall, sweating from the work out, but mostly out of my adrenaline pumping.

From my rear view. The sillouhette wasn't the one I was used to, it was the exact opposite.

A lean, tall and stoic enforcer was standing still next to my cell. A sight I didn't knew I needed, but one that nevertheless made me scoff. Was this another shitty trick? Another new form of torture? Those thoughts made me bark at her, not expecting any answer in return...

"Who the hell are you?"

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Her voice was stern, yet gentle. Harmonized by the posh accent the topsiders usually have.

She asked me about my crimes, that were none, according to the papers the warden gave her. There were some, but none confirmed.

She asked me about the idiot I had beaten up. Appearently that sucker was part of an investigation. Bummer...

Why did I punched him? She didn't have to know.

Her calm demeanor as she interrogated me was draining out my patience, I paced, waiting for the door to open and her to come to beat me, even though she had no weapon in sight. Just a notebook filled to the brim with photos and notes. Still, I ran her patience thin, hoping the punishment would begin fast and end faster. Instead, she just walked away, frustrated at my answers.

She sighed "This was a waste of time..." starting to walk away.

"Couldn't have put it better!" I hissed sarcastically. Then dropping something out of spite, maybe out of what happened earlier "Hey, give Silco a kiss in that winning eye of his, will you?"

Usually, I didn't expected a response. Those commentaries usually were followed by a scoff or a "Fuck You" from the guard in charge to look out for me. I was expecting her to walk away and maybe tell the warden to beat me. Instead, she turned around.

"Silco? The industrialist?" Her narrowed eyes looking at me, not believing what I've said. I didn't knew what she was looking for, but my patience had officially ran out.

"Okay, this is getting old. Can you just..." hating what I was about to say, but if it went on a moment longer, the beating would caught me cold, and I wasn't up for that. "Send whoever is gonna kick the shit out of me so I can get on with my night?" Day, Night, Dawn. In that place, days ran rapidly. I just wanted her to stop teasing me.

But then, that photo. I knew those doodles anywhere.

'Powder' my mind cooed as the monkey doodle stared at me. The same damn monkey that ended three lives five years ago. 'She's...alive!'

I threw myself to the bars of my cell, making the enforcer jump in her stand. The most expressive I've seen her since she arrived at my cell.

At that moment, everything faded. That idiot lied! He was lying and I knew it! She is still out there!

"Where did you get this?" I asked, as that spark started shining once more. Hope lighting the dark I was in.

A dumb question later, a snarky answer later, and I asked again. "Where did you find this?!"

"There was an attack, this is evidence. I need proof if I'm to believe what you're saying about Silco." She said, calm as ever.

Proof? First time someone had asked for it, at least proof against Silco's bullshit. And I knew how to get it...those years in the lanes, and those days when Slico started doing his stuff served me as a bargaining chip. Until...

"In what mad world would I trust someone like you" she bluffed, teasing me again. Stepping back once more.

The dim light that once took my mind was drifted aside, as my rage came back swinging.

There had been a while since I spoke my goddammned mind, and this was the time to do it!

"Someone like me?!" If this...wannabe detective wanted me to bargain, or beg for freedom, she was going to get a big fat surprise! "You enforcers are all the same, just asshole criminals in fancy uniforms! You know what? Go find Silco yourself"

She straightened once more, before walking away. Another pampered, spolied girl from topside.

I bluffed as she walked away. "The undercity is gonna eat you alive..." not gonna lie. If she wasn't a shitty enforcer and I wasn't behind bars. I would have eaten that cake in a second, if you get my drift. The blue dress and belt made her assets shine, even in the dark alley that led to the elevator. That was a sight worth looking at, fortunately, it was all for me.

She left, not before I saw her second guess on her way out of solitary confinement.

Once she took the lift. The image of her slender, yet curvy figure left my mind.

"Powder..." I whispered, talking to myself. A desperate sigh left my mouth as I brushed my hair with a hand. All these years, and she was still out there. Shining bright, waiting for me to find her. Hell, maybe she even already tried firing the flare I gave her before going to the warehouse. And...I didn't come.

I growled, punching the wall once again. Shrieking at the powerless feeling weighting my heart to the floor. I punched harder, and harder, trying to silence the guilt as my desperate yells pitched higher.

I left her, helpeless at the mercy of that shithead!

Grunted once more. I deserved whatever beating that sexy and snob enforcer was planning to get me once she made her way up the warden.

I left my little sister alone in the lanes!

I left my flashlight alone in the dark undecity.

And I had probably lost the only chance I had to find her!

Damn my big stupid mouth!

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Some time passed, and I had tired myself up enough. And, as if they were hearing my every movement. The elevator opened, and that fucking wooden staff beat against the tiles. Rythmicly, as a cane of an old man, accompanied by familiar footsteps.

I didn't even care to look out, I knew what was coming. It was long overdue.

I just stood there, cooled off or not, bracing myself for another round of punishment, as many before this.

The banging, the footsteps, everything stopped, right in front of my cell. I cracked my shoulder, as the bars slid open. My mind and body were ready, yet...nothing came.

The heavy footsteps faded into the hallway. Along the hitting of the staff.

Then, I turned around. Only to find her.

Stoic, lean and, somehow, gentle. The enforcer from before stood in front of me once more, without bars to protect her from me, still, she looked calm. She looked into my eyes from her height, but didn't looked down on me.

It reminded me of Vander, when he scolded me for getting into a fight head first. Stern, yet kind.

She...reminded me of someone else. But I couldn't put a finger on it.

A sigh, before she walked away down the hallway, hoping I could take the hint and follow her. I looked as she left my sight.

Somehow...that dreadful hallway had gained a bit of life, just from her coming back...for me...

The dim light of hope was lit. Along with another, softer than the first, but shining nontheless.

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PART 3:

PART 4:

[the-romantic-lady]

Surprised to hear you like Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou, given that you're a fan of Richard, Duke of York. Isn't that a conflict of interest or something? Lol. What's your opinion on Elizabeth Woodville and the Woodville clan, Margaret Beaufort, Warwick and the Neville clan, and George, Duke of Clarence? (Basically what's your opinion on the rest of the players of the Wars of the Roses lol.)

Gosh, anon you are encouraging me!! I love that you care about my thoughts <3. Alright then, let's start.

I used to be very anti-Margaret of Anjou. Until I started to look at things from her perspective. York was dangerously popular with a lot of children and a formidable wife. Margaret must have felt insecure. Also, there is this theory that Margaret's mentor and confidant William de la Pole, Duke of Suffolk was murdered under the order of the Duke of York. That must have been a tipping point. But I still think that York was the better ruler and person. I will get a lot of hate for this, but women in general were not suitable rulers for the Middle Ages. They were often driven by more personal ideals (Empress Matilda vs. Stephen is a great example and Margaret was no different). Ofc there were men like that too but women seemed to always be like that. As a woman, I understand and the later periods were more suitable for female leadership. York was a much better ruler. He was driven by the stability of the realm rather than his personal issues (he put his own son-in-law in prison and Margaret wouldn't even budge on her failure advisors). And her entitlement was mind-boggling. I love how messed up she was. And Henry...I just feel sorry for him. The Middle Ages also were not a time for artistic and kind kings lol.

Elizabeth Woodville and the Woodville Clan:

As I have said, I pretty much like everyone before 1485 lol. But Elizabeth Woodville was annoying af. That made her interesting but I can't get over how incredibly greedy she was. She was the daughter of a minor gentry and widow of a Lancastrian knight. Edward makes her queen and she abuses that power so much. She has problems with everyone. Warwick, George, Richard, any noble who didn't kiss her arse and even Edward. Queens were meant to level the mind of King. Edward III's queen famously saved French clergy by going on her knees to beg the King for mercy. Ofc that was a bit dramatic but many Queens did this. It was called the Queen's mercy or something like that. But boy was she a hell of a woman. Despite being raised in a pretty privileged household, she was shrewd and survived to the end. She could have learned a thing or two from Cecily Neville about how to put that strong personality to better use but regardless. Also, I love how she was shunned fron Henry Tudor's court when Richard welcomed her to his with open arms. I mean...karma. But all in all, I like her. Its as they say "well behaved women seldom make history". She had flaws (so did the everyone else!) but her character is interesting and admirable. And despite that shaved forehead, she is a gorgeous woman. So I get where Edward was coming from XD The other social climbing members Woodville..not so much. The shameless way that they tried to push themselves in and take hold of power when they had literally fought on the losing Lancastrian side is embarrassing and oh so disgusting. Like Warwick secured the throne for Edward and they were given precedence over him. I just...yeah. John Woodville legit married a 65 year old duchess (he was 19) for money and power. They were a hungry bunch and courting them was Edward IV's biggest mistake and towards the end of his life, I think he saw that.

Margaret Beaufort

I will keep this short since I don't know much about her but I dislike her. I understand that she went through a lot. Her father apparently suicided when she was 1 and that is traumatic. And back then suicide was mocked and disgraced. She ofc blamed the Duke of York....cause at this point why not? She ofc went through a really young and traumatic birth at 13. Her husband was gross and that's that. And we know that Edward kept her son exiled so she couldn't see him. But despite all this, I just don't like her? I suppose its the super impressive Plantagenet women who just make me look at the sleezy and dull Margaret with disdain. And she gives me real phony vibes. Like at times, she just seemed to cosplay Cecily Neville lol. When you see women like Cecily Neville and Margaret of Anjou taking charge in the way they did, Margaret and her deceptive ways are just cringe worthy.

The Earl of Warwick

This man. Just this man. The way that England seemed to revolve around his whims is amazing. He was a real Duke of York stan and so I have to appreciate him. But he was so fearless. Henry VI, Edward IV, Margaret of Anjou, you name it. He stood against them. The Duke of York seemed to be someone he admired but other than that, he fought for himself. He helped Edward take the crown and worked hard to keep Edward's throne. He was embarrassed with the whole secret marriage saga but still stuck by. But Edward clearly forgot who he owed his success too. The man escaped an assassination by Henry VI's men and saved his father and uncle from it. He actually took charge in the first Battle of St. Albans in 1455 because his rivals the Percys were mocking him. I just love him. Ngl, sometimes when I read about him, I just blush. A man if there ever was one. There were so many attempts at disgracing him. He was the Captain of Calais and in that role fought Medieval pirates! And he was ruthless at it. People loved him and he carried that popularity well. I should stop fangirling over a dead guy. I think I made it pretty clear that I love him XD.

Neville clan

I like them too. Warwick's father was pretty much York's best friend and I love him for it. They were also social climbers like the Woodvilles but so much better at it. They didn't have the entitlement that the Woodvilles did and managed their powers well. Cecily Neville was ofc a Neville and she is one of my favorites. One of my favorite thing about them is how courageous they were. Like all of them. Unfortunately, Anne and Isabel are both obscure figures. I wish we knew more about them. They were pushed around like prizes. Good on Richard for giving Anne a position to make her own decision. I feel bad for those girls. Although the York brothers were known to be good looking so lucky them?

George, Duke of Clarence

Ah, George. I love this man. If there was one son of York who inherited his father's glamour and charm, it was George. And I love that he stood up to his brother and sister-in-law. He was sometimes too problematic but I still love that! Glamourous and problematic. How can one not love the man? Although his betrayal of Edward is kind of sad considering that Edward really tried to be like a dad to his brothers. George took Edward's love for granted for too long. His breakdown after his wife's death is really sad too. Interestingly, this seems to be a pattern with the Plantagenet men. They all have breakdowns and downfalls after the death of their wives. Their women are so much stronger emotionally.

I know this was long! I hope you enjoyed the post :D. I would love to know your thoughts too and if you agree or disagree. Seriously, thank you for letting me talk about this. Nothing makes me happier than to discuss these people!

[hohoz]

AN AMAZING FIC, it feels like I'm reading a book, its called Follow the wind by Tahimikamaxtli

Here's a small part that should get u in the mood, BTW Caitlyn feels so real in this particular scene, hope u enjoy.

-x-

Gentle shaking was what awoke Yasuo. His eyes fluttered open as the gentle motion rocked him. As he shifted, the hand left his shoulder, evidently satisfied that he was awake.

"Yasuo. Get up," said a very familiar voice. Dimly, he realized that whoever it was, they must have been calling his name for some time.

He straightened, sitting up on the bench with a groan, pressing palms to his temples as the world tilted dangerously before him. Already, he could feel the beginnings of his inevitable hangover as an uncomfortable prickling set in behind his eyes. Once the feeling of nausea had passed, he looked up at who had woken him and squinted against the bright light of the hallway lanterns.

Though he could only see their silhouette, the shadow of the large hat made it obvious who it was. After all, there was only one person in the League who wore such a ridiculous hat. Not that he would ever tell her it was ridiculous.

Caitlyn.

As his vision adjusted to the light, he thought he could see the smug smile on her face.

"Have a nice nap, love?" she asked sardonically as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other and crossed her arms. She had traded her Sheriff's outfit for a simple purple top and frilly purple skirt that only just covered her thighs. For an officer of the law, Yasuo often thought she had a less than scrupulous taste in clothing. He let his eyes wander up past her ankle-high boots and up her smooth legs before they came to rest on her face. Yasuo looked at her for a moment more, meeting her amused gray eyes before groaning again and covering his eyes with his right hand; the light from behind her was still painful.

"Why is it you?" he asked as he lowered his hand at last. "Of all the people in the Institute…"

Caitlyn's smile grew. "Don't think yourself lucky, love. When we're all cooped up here, the chances of running into one another are higher than you'd think."

Yasuo waved a hand dismissively and Caitlyn chuckled. He took several steadying breaths before he spoke again.

"Where are Jayce and Vi?" he asked as he realized that the Piltover triumvirate was not complete. To his surprise, Caitlyn stiffened and her expression hardened as she tightened her arms around one another.

"They're not here," she said tightly. Yasuo raised an eyebrow – both at the obvious statement and at her tone.

"It doesn't take a Sheriff to see that," he said carefully. "I just thought they'd be with you."

"They were. Not anymore."

"Where'd they go?" he asked casually.

"Back to Jayce's room. Or Vi's. Or maybe somewhere else. I don't know; I left before I could hear much else."

Yasuo straightened, interested. "Together? They left together?"

Caitlyn nodded curtly, and she uncrossed her arms, placing her hands on her hips and looking away from Yasuo. "Maybe my wishes will come true and they'll finally sleep together," she said with a faintly bitter tone. "Then I won't have to deal with them flirting anymore. Heavens knows it's such a bother."

"You don't sound all that happy about it," muttered Yasuo without meeting her eyes. Though he was obviously interested in her reaction, he was approaching the subject as carefully as he could. The last thing he wanted was a red dot on his forehead and a bullet in his brain. Death was not so… temporary off of the Rift.

Caitlyn smiled thinly. "I'm not. If I have trouble dealing with them now when they're not sleeping together, I can only imagine how it'll be if they start." She sighed and rubbed her temples. "I can already see the paperwork… oh, my poor fingers," she said as she cracked her knuckles for emphasis.

Yasuo chuckled uneasily and Caitlyn shot him a glare that was only half-serious. She had a valid point about having to deal with them as their friend if they became a couple, but he could not shake the feeling…

He cleared his throat. "So you're not jealous?" he asked meekly. Caitlyn stared at him.

"Jealous? Why on earth would I be jealous?" she asked, sounding very genuinely surprised. "What are you on about?"

"Oh. I thought maybe…" His voice trailed off timidly, and after another moment of staring incredulously at him, Caitlyn let out a loud laugh. Her laughter rang out through the halls as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. Yasuo felt his face redden. There's no need to laugh that much…

Her laughter continued even as he squirmed uncomfortably on the bench, looking around the hallway to make sure no one saw him being laughed at by Caitlyn. To his relief, there was no one in sight.

"Oh, you wanker!" she gasped once she could finally breath again. Still laughing, her speech was halting and broken. "You thought- You thought I had feelings for one of them, didn't you?"

"No."

"You bugger," she said with a grin. "You're lying, I can tell. Tell me the truth, Yasuo."

"Well, not anymore," he corrected himself stiffly. Caitlyn wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes, shoulders still shaking.

"Oh, I'm sorry for my rudeness, love," she said quickly and still unsteadily. "It's just… that's so bloody ridiculous!"

"I can see that now."

Caitlyn, still giggling, sat down on the bench beside him. The edges of her hat brushed his hair as she leaned back. "I didn't mean to laugh at you, love. But I'm being quite serious: I don't have feelings for either of them."

Yasuo glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes as she said it; her tone had changed drastically. Her eyes and her face were filled with a bitter sadness, and though how she said it was with complete conviction, her expression lacked that same conviction. The laughter had fled her face, leaving it sorrowful and morose. She was silent, staying ahead of her at the opposite wall of the corridor with blank eyes as Yasuo watched her. Just when he was about to ask her if she was fine, she spoke again.

"And besides," she started briskly as if realizing how she looked. "Even if I did, it wouldn't matter: do you know how mad it is to date a friend, love?" She shook her head vigorously, sending her hat trembling. "Absolutely barmy. Honestly, I wouldn't want the trouble." She sighed. "Unfortunately, if this goes on like I think it's going to, it's going to be even worse for me than either of them, I wager. I'd still have to deal with the both of them if they start to ignore each other."

"That doesn't sound fun."

Caitlyn cracked another small smile. "It won't be."

Yasuo sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned back on the wall behind him. "Well, Caitlyn," he muttered. "I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks, love." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "What happened to you?" she asked finally.

"What are you talking about?" he grumbled without opening his eyes; the light was still painful.

"You took a while to wake up, love. You must been drinking quite a lot. Trying to forget something… or someone?" she added slyly.

"I've just got a lot of things on my mind," he said, ignoring the second part of her question.

"A woman?"

Yasuo opened his eyes to glare at her. "No, not a woman. Not everything men think about is about women, Caitlyn."

The Sheriff's shoulders brushed against his as she shrugged. "But much of it is," she said idly. She narrowed her eyes at him in scrutiny. "Come on, love. I'm not Valoran's Greatest Detective for no reason."

"Is that you?" said Yasuo nonchalantly. "And here I was under the impression that it was Vayne. Silly me."

That struck a nerve; even though he had known both women for a short time, he knew that Vayne and Caitlyn had an almost friendly rivalry over who was the better investigator. He knew that although the Night Hunter and the Sheriff of Piltover were close, at many times they would butt heads over their differing methods, and their normally warm relationship would ice over. But the two women always maintained a professional respect for one another, even if their friendship would occasionally turn icy. He had seen them many times at a table together, heads together as they conversed quietly on what he could only imagine were cases. He knew that they consulted each other, and at times they would work together and ask favors of one another.

Caitlyn's eyes flashed in anger at the sound of her friend's name, and she stiffened, hands clenching at her sides. "Yes, well, unlike my colleague the Night Hunter," she said shortly. "I operate within legal parameters." She held the hard expression for a moment longer before a sly smile twitched her lips and softened it. "Besides, I consider it a handicap for her. It's only fair, the poor girl."

Yasuo let a grin of his own cross his face. "Don't let her hear you say that. And you can't tell me you haven't ever… stretched the law a bit. Not once asked Vi to rough a criminal up a little or Jayce to investigate a suspect's home on his free time?"

"Not once." She had answered it smoothly and without a hint of a lie, but the grin on her face gave it away.

Chuckling, Yasuo shook his head. "You and Vayne are worse than Vi and Jayce."

"We are not!" exclaimed Caitlyn, scandalized. Yasuo shrugged, and Caitlyn scoffed. "You're just saying that to get me off topic, aren't you?" she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"Maybe," said Yasuo as he inspected his fingernails. He did not have his sword with him, so there was little else to pretend to be interested in.

"I knew it," said Caitlyn as she shifted on the bench to face Yasuo. "Were you thinking about her?"

"I don't know who you're talking about."

Caitlyn looked at him with eyebrows raised in skepticism. "Come on, love," she said with a sigh. "I know who she is. Don't make me say her name – for your sake."

Yasuo pressed his lips tightly together and looked away pointedly.

"That bad, huh?" said Caitlyn quietly. "Maybe you should try to talk to her, Yasuo."

"Again, I still don't know what you're talking about."

Caitlyn growled in exasperation, rolling her eyes and throwing her hands in the air. "Fine. If you're going to be difficult, so can I. Riven, Yasuo. Talk to Riven."

Yasuo's eyes flashed to her, and he quelled the surprise in his chest. "How'd you know?" he asked finally, his voice low.

Caitlyn tapped the rim of her hat. "Valoran's Greatest Detective, remember? Don't worry, love, other than me and maybe Vayne, I don't think a lot of people suspect it." She scrunched her nose, her brow furrowing. "And I don't think Shauna gives much of a damn, either. Relationships aren't really her cup of tea, so to speak."

"If you know about… her, then you know the feelings I have for her aren't romantic in the slightest," he said, his voice still low and dangerous. "She killed my master, Caitlyn. She's the reason I've suffered these past years."

"The rest of Ionia doesn't seem to believe you, love," she said softly. "And I can't but feel like you're lying to yourself about your own feelings."

"That's their problem," he said coldly, once again ignoring the second part of her comment. He narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you think, Caitlyn? Do you believe me, or do you think I'm a liar, just like all the other Ionians do?"

Caitlyn kept his gaze for a silent minute, her gray eyes searching his intently before she looked away. Sighing wearily, she lifted her hat as she brushed her hair back. "I believe you, love," she said at last once she had placed her hat back on her head. "I don't think you did it." She smiled humorlessly. "But even I have to admit… the evidence is compelling. An Elder killed at the temple you were tasked to guard. Killed by a wind technique when the only known user of those techniques was you. Once you were confronted, you chose instead to run rather than turn yourself in. You have to admit, it seems like an open-and-shut case."

"The evidence is compelling and the case is open-and-shut only for those who had already made up their minds. They didn't so much as give me a chance to explain myself. They were going to execute me right there without a trial or anything."

"Whatever the case may be…" she muttered. "If you're not going to talk to Riven, why not talk to one of her friends? Maybe you can understand her better that way. If you want to understand her better at all."

"All of her friends are Ionians," he said simply. "I doubt they're in much of a mood to talk to me." But even as he said it, he thought of Lee Sin. The Blind Monk had always been more receptive of him, and silently, he made a promise to speak to him some time later. Caitlyn was watching his facial expression, her eyes flickering back and forth across his face.

"You've thought of something," she noted.

"Maybe."

Yasuo stood, and Caitlyn watched him as he placed a hand to the wall beside him to steady himself. With his conversation with Caitlyn, he had almost forgotten that he was still drunk. He closed his eyes to help abate the nausea as he caught his breath. Once he found he could stand without his legs shaking, he opened his eyes once more. Caitlyn kept her eyes trained onto him, the amused expression returning as she watched him stumble.

"I'd almost forgotten you were completely sloshed, love," she said in barely contained delight.

"So did I," he said with a groan. It's going to be a long night… Damn you, Gragas.

"You're a very cogent drunk, you know that, Yasuo?" she added as she stood as well. "You were very articulate this whole time."

Yasuo chuckled. "I've been drunk a lot, Caitlyn. You get used to it after a while. Soon enough, people don't even know you're drunk." He closed his eyes as another wave of vertigo washed over him. "Sometimes you can even fool yourself," he added with a wince.

Caitlyn looked at him, this time her eyebrows raised in more derisive amusement. "Whatever the reason, I hope this teaches you a lesson or two."

"I doubt it; I'm not a very good listener."

"I'd imagine not, love." The Sheriff gave a friendly tip of the hat as she also turned to leave. "Well, until next time, Yasuo."

"What are you going to do tonight?" he asked suddenly as she began to walk away.

Caitlyn paused, and when she turned, there was another, more unreadable smile on her face. "Me? Why do you want to know, Yasuo? You want to ask me on a date?"

Yasuo shrugged. "No, I'm just curious."

Caitlyn sighed, and Yasuo could not tell if it was from disappointment or something else. "I'm going to go to my apartment, take a nice long bath – preferably with candles, bubbles and slow music and most definitely alone – then I'm going to go to sleep. I'm going to need my rest for whatever disaster happens tomorrow between Vi and Jayce. And you?"

"Lie down and wait until this hangover goes away," he said with a groan. "Hopefully I won't succumb to the temptation to kill myself to end it sooner."

Caitlyn laughed. "Maybe you should drink less."

Yasuo scoffed. "Drink less? What kind of a suggestion is that?"

"A reasonable one."

"Reasonable?" he repeated, aghast. "You must be even drunker than I am to be thinking such crazy things."

Caitlyn laughed again, turning away and waving farewell over her shoulder. "Good night, Yasuo."

As Yasuo watched her go, his eyes were far lower than he would normally cast them if she were facing him. He watched her slender legs stride away confidently, enjoying the view despite himself. For once, he found he rather enjoyed the Sheriff's choice in barely-there skirts. A small smile lifted the right corner of his mouth as he shook his head.

Consider us even now, Caitlyn, he thought to himself as her form disappeared completely from view; he was thinking back to the time when he had been shirtless in the League cafeteria and he had felt her gaze linger on his own body as he walked away. With a quiet chuckle and with more concentration than he would have liked for it to take, he forced the image of a Caitlyn… alone… in a bath… with bubbles… and candles… and slow music… from his mind's eye.

Now, now, Yasuo, he chided himself as he began to make his way slowly in the direction of his apartment. We can't have that. You heard her: relationships with friends are nothing but trouble. Even if she does have a nice as- nope, don't even think it, Yasuo.

But he let the image of a bathing Caitlyn linger in his mind as he walked back to his apartment. It was all in good fun, after all; he had no romantic feelings for the Sheriff, and liked her perfectly well as nothing more than a friend, though he still considered her very attractive. Especially when her flavor for clothing was a little on the risqué side. Besides, whenever he fell asleep, there was only one woman who invaded his dreams. Someone who he would much rather not have there.

Riven.

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Misery Loves Company part 2:

This is Sunny Baudelaire:

Don't you dare underestimate her due to her age and size. She will take your foolish underestimation and make you regret it. She may be the smallest and youngest on the Baudelaire team but she is definitely a force to be feared. Sunny is armed with a strong ambition, clever wit, sarcastic tongue, and her four very sharp teeth. She is the child who walks through a storm with a smile on her face.

When Sunny meets her older half-sister, Violet, she accepts Violet with open arms. Shes excited to have a sister and shes relieved that Klaus has an older sibling who will take care of him as he has taken care of her. Sunny is determined to survive and defeat Olaf and his goons. Sunny is the peacemaker of the three children and she uses her compassion to help her older siblings see eye to eye. Sunny will see dangers and evils that no one her age should ever have to deal with but she is going to do her best to stay strong for her siblings. Sunnys the girl that finds trouble even when shes not looking for it, so Olaf better be careful. This baby girl bites back with rage and fury. Especially when you're threatening her loved ones.

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"If they open the trunk..." Violet whispered. "Klaus. You take Sunny and *run*, I'll kick them with both of my feet to buy you guys some time."

"The fuck?" Sunny whispered shaking her head.

"Sunny's right, Vi," klaus whispered. "That's not happening. We are not ...we are not splitting up again. Either all three of us survive or none of us,"

"But...Snickets take care of their own..." she whimpered.

"Ohana," Sunny whispered to Violet, shifting her head to look at Vi. "Just us," she said holding up three fingers. "You, Klaus, Me," she said as she pointing at each finger.

"You're not just a Snicket, Vi. You're a Baudelaire..." klaus reassured her. "And we Baudelaires take care of our own, too,"

Violet smiled at both of them but shook her head. "I'm the eldest...its my job to..."

"Stand down, little soldier," Klaus whispered. Using the exact phrase that violet had used when she told him that she was gonna do everything in her power to defeat Olaf. "Little brother and sister are here,"

"Not alone," Sunny agreed.

Violet looked from Klaus to Sunny and gave them both a small smile. She knew that they meant what they said...they had just saved her from being Olafs captive but she couldnt help but hear Olafs cruel words replaying in her mind. The orphans heard Olaf and his gang get out of the car. They heard a sharp noise poking at Olafs trunk. They believed it was the hook handed man. Sunny bared her teeth ready to attack, although she was scared. She didnt know *exactly* what Esme and Olaf wanted from her older siblings but she knows she didnt want them to get what they wanted. Klaus started breathing rapidly, worried that they were going to open the trunk. He put one hand on Sunny and the other one Vi, closing his eyes. Violet noticed Klaus was breathing heavily through his mouth and she was scared that he was making too much noise. So she quietly slid a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise, making sure to not cover his nose so he could still breathe.

They froze as they could hear the mans hook rattling around the trunk handle.

"What are you doing?" Olaf asked. Klaus started shaking because his eyes were closed and he believed Olaf was talking to him and his sisters.

"Getting the trunk wine for Esme..." the hook handed man explained.

"Forget the trunk wine!" Olaf replied. "We have to find those brats!" He said punching the trunk of the car. Violet hoped that if Olaf continued to hit the trunk, that he wouldnt hit it hard enough to make it open. 

"But the wine..." Esme whined

"Madame Lulu will provide us all with beverages. My sweet. Let's go. We dont have a minute to lose," olaf said walking ahead and everyone in his troop followed him. Esme growled under her breath but followed along.

The children laid in Olaf's trunk for several silent minutes pondering whether or not the coast was clear. "We are doomed," Klaus whispered.

"Honestly, we're lucky hes such an asshole and assumes that someone will provide beverages for him," violet whispered.

"Out?" sunny whispered which meant, "do you think the coast is clear and we can get out of here?"

"If we're being honest, we shouldnt have gotten into this trunk in the first place," klaus whispered as Violet rolled her eyes.

"This is what happens when you listen to my loopy ass," she joked as she began reaching around for the emergency handle to open the trunk.

"*listen?* you think I had a choice?" Klaus hissed back annoyed at Violet's joke. "Your loopy ass picked up my sister and put her in this fucker's trunk! What was I supposed to do? Wave goodbye?"

Violet frowned but didnt respond. While Sunny gave Klaus a mean glare. "*Our*," she reminded Klaus.

"Sorry," he muttered feeling bad because he was still adjusting to the fact that he wasnt Sunny's only sibling anymore. "I'm trying, Vi."

"Uh-huh. No...its fine... you're still adjusting," Violet said only half believing that he was sorry as Olaf's words kept replaying in her mind. She sighed. "Sunny? Do me a favor, hun. Since you can move around better than we can. Find a red hand that says emergency. Pull it and the trunk should open." Violet explained.

"Copy that," Sunny replied as she shuffled herself off of her two siblings. Violet and Klaus laid there as Sunny slowly crawled around. "No luck," Sunny replied after a minute.

This sent Klaus into a frenzy. He began to shake and tears formed in his eyes. "We are sitting ducks," he said. "Hes gonna come back and need something from his trunk and we are either going to die from hunger, dehydration, or by his hands."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Stop overreacting. I can figure this out. I just need to..." she said as she realized that she was in a hospital gown. Which had no pockets. Which means she didnt have any of her ribbons. "He has my ribbons..." she said sorrowfully.

"Yep. We should never have gotten into this fuxking trunk." Klaus muttered angrily.

"Are you a broken record player? Got some new complaints?" Violet asked.

"Actually...yeah, first off..." Klaus began.

"Stop," Sunny interrupted sternly. She hated when they argued. She just wanted her tiny family unit to stay united. She looked sternly at both siblings as she traced her fingers in her blonde hair, pulling out her yellow ribbon. "Spare?" She asked Violet as she handed her the ribbon.

"Thanks, Sunny. Its smaller than mine but it should work. I'll give it back to you."

Sunny shook her head. "Keep," she said smiling. "My gift,"

"You're seriously the sweetest thing ever, Sunshine." Violet said as she struggled to tie her hair while laying down.

The entire time Klaus was shaking and imagining the worst outcome which was obviously Olaf finding them in his trunk like a pack of sardines in a can.

 Sunny watched her brother and crawled to him. "Never hurt again," she said slowly putting a gentle hand on his chest. Klaus looked at Sunny who smiled back at him. "Protect," she whimpered pointing from herself and Violet to Klaus.

Klaus opened his mouth to ask Sunny something but was interrupted by Violet saying. "I got it,"

Both younger orphans looked at her as she gave Olafs trunk a good kick. Klaus' eyes got wide. "Are you *trying* to get us killed?" He asked terrified.

"No...just trust me."

"I have trusted you and look where it's got me," Klaus muttered

"Stop," Sunny replied.

Violet huffed at Klaus' response as she gave Olafs trunk another good kick. "Sunny. I need your teeth," she said.

"Hell yeah!" Sunny cheered.

"Can you two please keep it down?" Klaus begged.

His sisters ignored him as Violet instructed Sunny to use her teeth as a lockpick to unlock the trunk. After a few minutes of Sunny twisting and turning her head. The siblings each gave a sigh of relief when they heard a faint *click* as the trunk popped open slightly. Sunny take a quick glance outside to make sure the villains werent around. "Clear," she called as Klaus pushed the trunk open entirely. Sunny moved out of his way so he could get out of the trunk first. He grabbed Sunny and set her to the ground and held out a hand for Violet to help her out incase she was still effected by the anesthesia. Violet grabbed his hand and once Violet was put of the trunk. She lowered the trunk but didnt completely shut it. The children huddled together behind Olafs car. Violet shivered in the cold air and Klaus took off his suit jacket and handed it to her.

"Here...you need this more than I do..." he said.

"Thanks, bro."

"Plan?" Sunny asked as her eyes noticed the VFD insignia. "V.F.D." she muttered as she pointed in the direction of one of the carnival tents.

Violet and Klaus looked to where she was pointing and then at one another. Violet scoffed and rolled her eyes as Klaus smiled.

"A carnival? Really? Does this cult control the whole planet?" Violet asked  jn annoyed tone.

"What are you talking about? That's VFD. That's a good sign," Klaus argued

"Or a very bad one. Like *very* *very* bad sign, Klaus." Violet pointed out.

"How? Theyll know where the survivor is hiding," he explained.

"Olaf," Sunny noted.

"Sunny's right. Klaus. If this is VFD and *Olaf and Esme* are welcomed here...this might be the wrong side of VFD...well the *worst* side," Violet scoffed annoyed.

"Fuck..." Klaus whispered.

The children sat on the ground, all three trying to figure out what would be their best next move. All three scared for their lives. All three worried about surviving long enough to be reunited with whichever parent survived the fire.