#he and jinx are still alive in my head and in my heart

[mamayan]

Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling (Part 2)

Part 1 (Here)

cw: NSFW • Sub! Reader • Dom! Yandere • Dark/Yandere Themes • Gore/Death • Monster Fucking • Fae • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Dubcon • Fem! Darling • Dumbification • Praise • Overstimulation • Pheromone Drugging/Aphrodisiac • Manipulation • Breeding

A/N: Upon multiple requests and asks, I’ve decided to expand and make a part 2 for Avarice and Darling’s story. Enjoy♥️

“Freak!”

“You should be ashamed to be alive! When your own sister died, how dare you appear here!”

“Jinx.”

“I hope you die worse than she. Poor soul…”

You snapped out of it when he finally left again. The nightmares of your past seemingly haunting you as the death of so many rested on your shoulders.

Your fault. It was always your fault, wasn’t it? That’s what you were after all. A jinx.

Ava… he haunted you more than anything. His eyes so dull as of late but you couldn’t find it in yourself to assure him of forgiveness you did not want to give. You’d said horrible things to him though, when he’d confessed to killing your entire village due to your pressuring. He killed your family, or at least, the only family you knew. He killed the women and children, the old and innocent. Ava had no discretion when it came to slaughtering humans.

“Of course I love you! You’re my little sister, why are you asking me such a silly question so late?” Your human sister had looked so befuddled when you’d questioned her love for you. It must’ve been a rebellious phase, for she raised you and your younger human siblings much like a mother should’ve. The mother which birthed your siblings and the child swapped for you had lost herself to alcohol and gambling, her husband and your father too loyal to leave her despite the pit she began to dig for the entire family.

Your fault.

“Come eat. This sickness of her’s seems to be affecting us all. Father shall return with a fresh kill, I’ll make a stew. You like deer stew right?” You hated it but nodded anyway, your sister’s cooking so awful it even made your father’s eyes water but… “I do. I love it… and I love you too.” You’d replied, and it was the warmest moment you remember in that small wooden house.

You’d picked your nail beds bloody, eyes numbly staring at the broken skin and wondering why it wasn’t telling you the right answer. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t leave, even if you wanted to, and that was the problem. You didn’t want to leave Ava, because aside from your deceased sister, he was the closest living creature to your heart. He owned part of your soul now too, but you could feel him in you too. It wasn’t one sided, and while Ava certainly was full of cruelty, you knew him capable of care. He cared for you, his people and subjects, and his kingdom.

So why did he do it? Harm so many? Oddest of all, why did he abhor humans to much? He wouldn’t answer anything you asked, merely stating it was a necessity, that they needed to die, or be cleansed as he’d phrased it. You had loved a human dearly though, her memory still filling you with the familiar taste of warmth and overcooked venison. She was not a sister by blood but through life and trust.

Would Ava have killed her too?

You could only wonder endless dark halls of a castle you never saw an exit to. The windows revealing what appeared to be an entire kingdom below, built into a forest much like in tales of your childhood. This was a community, one which you now shared responsibility to help grow and flourish.

You didn’t feel like you were home though.

“Look at me.”

He’s impossible to ignore.

“I will force you if I must.”

You turn, giving the barest of glances upward, head forced to tilt completely back to meet his dark golden eyes. He, in all his immortal and frightening glory, looks tired. You admit it makes something within you ache to see it, but you aren’t ignorant to the fact that you look tired as well.

“You are not sorry at all… are you?” His lips press tight, eyes narrowing a fraction as he cocks his head, a few dark curls spilling like waves to follow the movement. He stalks closer like a predator, and even now, when you know he intends no physical harm to you, it raises your instincts to run. His towering form lowers to the floor where you’ve seated yourself, endless marble surrounding you in an empty ball room, the enormous glass window you’ve opened allowing fresh air in.

“Do you wish me to apologize for eliminating those vile creatures… or for upsetting you?” He cracks a rueful smile, teeth all sharp edges and eyes hardened by your distance. “If it is the latter little flower, then I sincerely am apologetic, I never wished to upset you.” You can tell he’s sincere, see it even, but something still nagged at you that wouldn’t leave.

“Ava…” his full attention is trained on you, “Why do you hate them? What did they do to you?”

His wings shift as he settles himself fully on the ground with you. An image unbefitting of a King yet also suiting him as he leans back on his palms and directs his gaze at the tall ceiling above.

You liked the sight of moonlight bathing him more than candle.

“I thought I loved a human once.”

You flinch, despite knowing it must’ve been so long ago, it stung nevertheless. He twitches, as if to move towards you before he stops himself and settles again, talons scraping along the floor as he continues.

“That human used my youth and ignorance against me and destroyed my entire existence for a time. I lost my position as a rightful heir and prince, lost my home and family, and lost my freedom. I stayed alone a very long time little Faery,” his gaze slides to you, glowing molten gold in rage as he remembers. “All alone, because I did the one thing no Faery is allowed to do, the most forbidden art which exists amongst our kind, all for one measly deceitful human.” His lips pull back in a grimace, even as you crawl a little closer.

He likes that your gaze is upon him again, filled with that familiar compassion and empathy he adores. He just loathes it is directed at him because of his disgusting past.

He watches as your tongue dips out to lick your lips, eyes filled with curiosity as you sit beside him, close enough to nearly touch yet not quite.

“What was it?”

“I granted them access to the Tree of Life. The tree which gave birth to all Faery kind.” His expression turns mocking, jaded as he seems to recall with perfect memory. “I had been ready to pluck the stars from the sky for that filthy ungrateful thing, and they dared to use me to gain eternal life by drinking from the tree’s fountain.”

He sees the look of astonishment and horror, clearly upset as realization dawns. It was said the Tree of Life would die if touched by human hands, destroying all of Faery kind should it occur. If it was true or not was unknown.

“…they touched it…?” You broke the dense silence first, curling your limbs around yourself as you feel the itch of your wings notify you of the awkward arch you’ve made with your spine.

Ava barks a dry laugh, dark amusement sparking in his eyes despite the serious story.

“Of course not little flower. My younger sister killed them before they could dare, becoming a hero for all Faery alike for protecting the race against a treacherous prince and a foul greedy human.”

He’s amuses himself with watching you through a small handheld mirror. Decorated in gold and jewels, the delicate ornate trinket has a spell cast to view his target at will.

You were asleep, tired from the seamstresses which had fussed so long over your dresses and you, face peaceful as you rest on the large expanse of his bed.

You sleep where he awoke this morning. Curled into the spot like you’re attempting to reclaim any warmth left over from his own slumber.

“You’re making quite a disgusting face, your majesty~” his eyes narrow as his mood sours in an instant.

“Leave witch.” He hisses, undisguised displeasure painting his sharp features as they scrunch in revolution.

“Make me faery,” a lithe feminine voice hisses back, his eyes finally lifting to acknowledge the vermillion haired woman which had appeared before him. “What has you making such a warm expression? I nearly lost my breakfast seeing it.” She glides more than walks, shamelessly spreading the floor length fur coat wrapped around her open, sitting on the arm chair of his throne.

“And your presence is going to make me gouge your eyes out and feed them to my hounds,” he flashes an equally unfriendly smile, the air becoming volatile towards the witch.

“Don’t act as if I wish to be here anymore than you wish it. You were the one who requested my potion.”

“Your potion not your presence.”

Dark eyes roll with a flutter, her red painted lip curling in disdain as she snaps her fingers, a small wooden box appearing in her palm.

“It cannot be delivered frivolously faery, or so you trust your servants so deeply?” He doesn’t answer.

She laughs, handing the box over with a smile as he pulls out a silver dagger and plunges it into his forearm.

Gold leaks from the wound, the witch quickly frowning and removing an empty vial to collect the liquid.

“Don’t be wasteful now, your blood is in high demand amongst my coven. It’s an incredibly binding agent.”

“Silence or I will bind your tongue for all eternity.”

“As if you could.” She cackles, vanished and gone before his talons could sink into her throat.

The box rests in his free hand. His distaste for the witches strong, but he admits they create the most potent and stable magical concoctions. They’re good in business too. He notes she didn’t allow a single drop of blood to go to waste before his wound sealed and closed.

“Drink for me, petal.”

You look lovely. Dressed lavishly in the finest silks and slowly becoming more confident in your true appearance. You no longer sit before the mirror and grimace, instead you play absently with your wings, more accepting as time continues.

He would rather just take you by force.

This method somewhat feeling beneath him, but in the end, he was already a wicked monster. What was this compared to his true nature?

You still curl or turn away when he touches you, less trusting of him now and though you should be, he finds it irritating. He wants to feel you melt against him again, blink your pretty eyes up at him and whisper his name with your kiss bitten lips.

You eye the delicate glass cup warily.

His clawed hand holding the pretty pink clear cup was nearly comical. He could tell by the quirk of your lip which you quickly tempered to avoid his detection. He caught it all though, still hoping he’s not forced to make you drink it. Though he doesn’t mind the act, pouring the drink in his mouth and laying his lips over your own to create a seal.

You take the cup gingerly with both hands, licking your lips as you bring it close to sniff.

“What is it…?” You look confused, nose scrunching up adorably, and he finds he wishes to kiss you there.

He’s forced to stay where he is though, aware you will wiggle and run if he touches you.

“Tea, made from milk, honey, and dried fruits.”

“It smells sweet…” you still eye him with mistrust, but you take a sip anyway, eyes lighting up as you take another. “It’s very good,” you’re not immune to bribery, “Thank you.”

For just a short moment, he feels his chest warm and a genuine smile grace his lips.

“You’re welcome, little flower. Thank you as well.”

“Huh?” You’ve finished the tea. “What for…?” His smile grows as you tilt your head in confusion.

“For being so foolish.”

You’re burning from the inside out. Tears and drool soaking your face and the bed as you cry out again.

“Why?” Digging your nails into the fabric, you find the texture appalling compared to usual, too rough and cold. “Ava…” you struggle to breathe, chest heaving as perspiration clings to you like a second skin. “It hurts…” you were fading into a blur of dizziness as your lower belly cramped again, more wetness coating your inner thighs.

“Shh…” he coos, ignoring your weak flinch as he slides his long tongue from your chin to your cheek, drinking your tears as his chest rumbles like a giant cat. “Do you need something sweet girl? Use your words.” He murmurs, groaning as he sees the amount of fluid you’ve leaked, your pussy swollen and glistening as you buck your hips and whine.

“Mean—!” He chuckles at your accusation, smiling shamelessly as he continues his chaste kisses against your skin.

“To you, petal? No, mean would be if I left you like this, no release for your poor little body.” He threatens, ignoring your silent pleas and body language for him to touch you more, keeping just enough distance to have you clawing at him to come back. “I’m nice though, I’m going to kindly fill your womb and make it all better.” It’s like a demon whispering in your ear as you writhe beneath him. His large frame cages you though, presses down on you as your bare chests connect and you can feel the thundering in his rib cage through your own. “Are you going to be good and let me breed you, little feary?”

You can’t think. Not when the promise of something hot and big going inside you, stretching you out like your body is begging for now. You nod, mind already gone as your clouded eyes connect with his own. You look high, pupils blown as he brings two fingers to his lips, opening his mouth and breaking off two of his sharp claws to blunt them.

“Spread your legs.” You obey, pliant body opening at his commands as he uses his fingers to dig into your slick gooey hole. He delights in your moans and reactions, hips moving for more friction as he fucks your tight entrance loose enough to take his cock inside you. “That’s it, petal, you don’t need to think anymore. Let go for me,” he murmurs, kissing you gently, tongue melting into your mouth while he digs his fingers up and rubs until you’re coming around his digits.

He pulls them out slowly, eyes drifting down to catch the sticky wet mess you’ve made and the jump of his cock in response. He laughs, deeply to his core as he brings them to his lips and lets you watch him clean them, blissed out expression marred with tears from pleasure and pain.

“You’re mine. For eternity, you will be always be mine.” His eyes are wild, something frightening entering them as he laughs, face so pleased and enamored you feel the urgent sense to crawl away from him, to run. “There is no escaping me. No where you can go that I won’t find you.” You feel too weak and sluggish to move, to even fight back, as his dark hand wraps around your neck, magic and gold swimming beneath his flesh. He feels warm, hotter than even you and your feverish mind. “I am no longer a patient a male, no longer content to wait and watch for results. You deny me, your mate, for humans which wanted to sacrifice you to a false deity, planned to rape and defile you,” he’s squeezing tighter, not cutting off air but blood flow instead as your mind becomes fluffy and unfocused. He speaks directly into your ear, the pointed tip curling down as he settles himself between your thighs. “They wanted to burn you, did you know? They called you a jinx, hated you, only wished you harm and destruction in the most vile and painful ways… and yet you still choose them?” He looks mad, smile filled with malicious intent and eyes glittering like jewels.

You speak with what little focus you have left…

“My sister…loved me.”

His smile falls, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Always…she loved me.”

He shakes his head, disapproval clear. “You think she loved you. Humans aren’t capable of love, my sweet flower.”

“You’re wrong…” he halts, watching as you weakly claw at his hold on your neck. “She loved me..! I know she did! You’re wrong! Take it back!” You cough as he releases your throat completely, eyes wide as you look at him with burning resentment even so deep under the influence of an aphrodisiac.

“I love you, but you,” you look filled with hurt, “you don’t love me.”

He’s shocked into silence as you seethe beneath him, face firm and eyes resolute as you declare his feelings for you.

He snarls, snapping his teeth at you, rage filling him as his wings spread out and magic and malice fill the air.

“I am not afraid to punish you, petal. I will not tolerate disrespect—,”

“Neither will I!” Even in tears, shaking as you are, he shifts back, the overwhelming force of your emotions startling him. “You treat me as if I am not worthy of respect, as if I’m not worthy to be listened to. You aren’t—,” you heave for air, struggling to draw in enough oxygen as you whirl on him, “—asking me. For anything. You just take…”

He’s silent, body frozen and tense as he watches you.

“Was it all a lie… when you said you’d be my friend? I thought faery couldn’t lie,” you’re in tears once more, sorrow endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

“No, don’t cry like that,” he feels oddly sick seeing you so upset like this. His frame once more curling around you, but to simply wrap you in the blanket and bring you to his chest. “We are friends, mates, I do not lie.” He whispers, cradling your body to his chest, trying to urge you to look at him.

“Friends don’t sneak away and do things that they know I wouldn’t like,” you calm after a while, swollen tear streaked face turned into his chest while he pets your hair.

He knows it must be painful, still under the effects of the drug he’d given you. His touch helping ease some of the heat.

“Okay. Okay, I was wrong, I…,” his teeth bare as he forces it past his lips, “I apologize…for not respecting your wishes…,” it makes him want to tear one of his hearts out and crush it. His hatred for humans no less despite his apology.

You look hopeful though, eyes returning some of the light he adores within you.

He’ll apologize everyday if he’s allowed to see that.

“Oh gods…!”

He’s trying to kill you. He must be.

You can’t struggle away though, no escape in sight, and true to his word Ava has filled your womb over and over again. You’re delirious on the pleasure, the second his heavy cock had entered you the earlier burning pain subsided into mind numbing euphoria. Each powerful snap of his hips has your body jolting upward, one large palm wrapped around your neck keeping you anchored. You could feel every vein and inch searing into you, eyes going in and out of focus on him face as he heaves for air and fucks you into another orgasm.

“Please, more, I need more—!” You’re reduced to a tearful mess, wantonly begging for his seed as he grimaces and fills you up again, balls drawing up tight as your cunt ripples around his length.

His face is ruined, eyes more red than gold as his pupils remain blown out, thick lashes holding a small cluster of tears as he licks his lips and continues his ravenous pace inside you. His hair clings to his face and horns, black curls damp with sweat and your cum, taking on a nearly purple hue. He wears a delirious expression like you, drugged out into oblivion as you both pant and moan as the heat devours you.

He’d felt badly for drugging you, especially as you writhed and cried in pain. His solution had not been to find the witch he’d bought the elixir from though.

He’d simply drank the remaining fluid while smiling mischievously.

“Let’s just fall into complete depravity petal,” he’d said, before your world went in and out of darkness. Only the scent of sugar and spices dominated your brain, and the feeling of fullness and completion each time he spilled his load within you.

“Are you ready for another sweet faery?” He knew you couldn’t answer, knew that words were too far away for your cotton filled mind to conjure. He asks anyway, drawing your hips off the bed, leaving your upper body limp on the soaked silks while he bounces you on and off his cock. “I’ve always known it is hard for Fae to conceive.” He speaks with a slur, as if it is liquor intoxicating him and not a lustful spell. He laughs as you cum around him, moan so breathy it appears like a silent scream as your back arches higher. “I have a good feeling it will not apply to us.” He nods, slamming down to the hilt as he collapses on you while he comes too, nose buried in your collar bone as he humps out his remaining seed and presses deep to ensure it stays.

“I think your little cunt likes being bred, gripping me so tightly so I can’t leave it,” he huffs, breathing labored as he sees you’ve lost consciousness again.

“Looks who’s mean now…” he murmurs tiredly, but his smile is fresh as he licks up your sweat and tears, cock already hardening again as blood swims in his ears like a river.

“I can’t anymore—!” It’s a squeal and a whine mixed, as Ava grunts against your throat.

“Can’t what, petal?” He asks rhetorically, humming as he slowly rolls your hardened nipple between two clawed fingers. His free hand between your legs, messily rubbing your clit as he works his cock inside you. His thrusts are no longer as violent or heavy as they were two days prior when he’d taken the drug, but his body still howled to press you flat and fill you up. To mark his mate up for all to see.

You look divine to him, too weary to even bite him anymore, nails broken from scratching at his back and arms when he’d blacked out and taken you too roughly. Even still, you looked beautiful, skin less sweat soaked and more simply damp, his care to ensure you drank water paying off in between rounds of riding him.

“I think your cunt has finally relaxed,” he teases, enjoying the sloppy squelching which echoes as he drives into you, your pussy indeed finally accepting it’s fate to be subjected to his cock for eternity. “Your womb has dropped too,” his hand stops torturing your clit to press on your lower belly, purring as you weakly complain.

“Let me rest…”

“No. I took the drug later than you, so it’s still in effect for me.” He chuckles, merrily still using your exhausted body. “Just a little more sweet girl, be good for me,” he moans, head falling back as his eyes close in bliss, cock twitching once again to fill you up.

“I truly am…with child?” His eyes are as wide as your own, cradling you close away from the vermillion haired woman who sneers at Ava.

Rolling her eyes, she nods, fingers pressed to her temples as if her mind is aching.

“Yes. You are with child, as I’ve confirmed four times already. Congratulations little Queen, you managed to love the unlovable.”

“Watch your tone and words witch,”

“My race is not an insult you foul monster—!”

They halt as you giggle, features radiant as you smile and hold your hands over your belly.

“A baby!” Ava is stricken at your delight, throat closing as something sweet tickles him inside. Your floral scent warmer these days, his keen hearing picking up on the second beating of a heart quickly.

“Yes,” he nods, like a love sick dog he grins and answers each time your repeat it in amazement.

The witch truly feels revolted to her core, but wordlessly leaves a book for new faery parents. Leaving without thanks as the happy family gushes over the good news.

As if the disgusting King didn’t know how powerful an aphrodisiac and fertility drug he used on his mate was.

She shrugs, teleporting away to her coven to return to work, minutely pitying the poor faery captured by the dark Fae.

They’re the only fae that can lie after all.

Dividers/@cafekistune

[insomniadreamzz]

I am sorry

Jinx x Fem!Reader angst

Jinx accidentally shooting Reader

All you could hear was a loud bang before feeling that stinging pain in your left shoulder, yelping as your right hand immediately hold your shoulder, gritting your teeth together at the pain.

Jinx once again lost control of herself, fighting against enforcers, seeing her sister become one of them, it was all too much for her and she kept shooting around herself like crazy only stopping as she heard your yelp, eyes widen as she saw you on the floor being hurt. Everyone else died or they made their way out of here before they could get killed by her gun. She just noticed only you and her being left as she came back to reality again, rushing over to you.

„Oh no! Who shot you?“ Of course she didn’t realise it was her who shot you, her gaze wandering to the wound on your shoulder, seeing blood dripping between your fingers. „J-Jinx…it’s okay I know you didn’t do it on purpose..“ You mentioned as you laid weakly in her arms as she cradled you closer to her. „N-No…no it…can’t be. I am so sorry!“ Jinx was about to panic again but that won’t help both of you. She cupped both of your cheeks, tears running down her own cheeks. „Please don’t die! Please don’t you leave me as well…p-please I need you! I am so sorry!“ The pain in her voice was audible, your heart aching with hearing her being so heartbroken but forming words were so hard for you at this moment, feeling dizzy from the blood loss.

„I am not gonna lose you as well…“ Jinx said, picking you up into her arms as she brought you to Singed. All of this is reminding her of when Silco saved her. She knew it won’t be that bad like when she needed Silco’s help, the difference was you weren’t dead but you passed out in her arms. If she would wait more, you might die but thanks to the shimmer in her veins, Jinx was fast.

„Singed! Please! Please help me.“ Jinx begged, a totally new sight to the man, she usually wasn’t this desperate for help so he already knew something bad happened, his gaze moving to your passed out body in her arms, the blood painting your bodies which was dripping out of your wound but you were still breathing. One good sign.

„Alright I won’t ask. Put her on my table, I will see what I can do.“ He mentioned and Jinx did as he said, letting him do his job as she had to force herself to trust him.

A little time passed, Singed walked over to Jinx who was waiting for you just in another room, not wanting to see what he was doing to you so she won’t fuck up things anymore, his footsteps getting her back to reality. „She is fine. You’re lucky the bullet didn’t hit her heart. I think she will just need time to rest, the bullet is out and her wound wrapped.“ He explained, Jinx couldn’t help but cry, nails digging into her own thighs. „Fuck!…it’s all my fault she ended up hurt like this. Again I am the one who fucks up and loses important people to me!“ She yelled before rushing towards you, you were laying down, your breathing calm and you looked peaceful but Jinx’s heart was broken.

She mumbled something to the voices in her head, having an argument with them while she stayed close by your side, her hand holding yours. A little groan escaped your lips as you slowly came back to reality again, opening your eyes to see Jinx being a total mess beside you, eyes red from crying, her makeup all smudged.

„You’re alive…“ She muttered before hugging you tightly as she broke down on you. „I am so sorry!“ Jinx apologized again, you knew she truly was, gently caressing her back to try to comfort her. „Hey…it’s okay.“ You said, still a little weak, making her look up at you, seeing her cry made you feel so sad. „Jinx…it really-…“ You started but she cut you off. „No! It’s not okay. I almost killed you. Everyone near me dies! I don’t want you to die…you deserve someone better than me…I am just a ticking bomb, if you keep staying with me…I am scared you will die.“ Her whole body was shaking, you couldn’t believe what she just said. You knew a life with her is dangerous but you also didn’t want to live without her. But before you could say anything, Jinx ran away, leaving you there, making your own eyes tear up. This can’t be the end.

A few days later you recovered and Singed gave you permission to leave. Your shoulder was still stinging but that didn’t stop you from going back to Jinx’s hideout. You hoped she was there, hoping she didn’t do anything to herself, knowing her mental health was fucked.

When you arrived there, you saw a mess all around the place, she really must have freaked out the past days. You cursed under your breath, worrying even more now about her health and then you found her. She passed out on her halfway destroyed couch, her knuckles red, bleeding a little, showing you she might have punched something so hard to hurt herself. You frowned as you carefully sat down beside her, a hand slowly approaching her as you wanted to caress her and showing her you are here. „Hey…wake up I am here…“ You whisper and she woke up with a little groan, eyes widening when she saw you. „What are you doing here?? Are you real or am I seeing things again???“

You shook your head, cupping her with tears stained cheeks gently. „It is me. You think I would let you go? I must be stupid to let you go. You are everything to me. Accidents happen, I am not mad at you, nor do I want to leave you. I love you too much for that.“ You explained, making her feel all emotional again as tears ran down her cheeks, her lip quivering „H-How can you still love me…I-I did this…“ Jinx said with a shaky voice, her shaky hand moving to gently touch the bandage that covered your wound.

„Because I do. Love is stronger than anything else you know? We can get through this together. I won’t ever give up on you Jinx.“ You managed to say without breaking out into tears but Jinx did as she just got closer and kissed you, making you kiss her back.

The kiss lasted for a while before you both pulled back to breathe, you wiping her tears from her cheeks with a warm smile and finally Jinx smiled as well. „I love you so much too…you’re my dream girl and I promise you to never hurt you again…“ She said before both of you ended up kissing each other passionately.

[just4jinx]

echoes of rain and love.

(wlw fem!reader x jinx, sfw)

tags: pure fluff, established friendship and mutual crush, jinx follows you around without your knowledge, silco is alive, quick mentions of weapons + bombs, shimmer!jinx, arcane!jinx (18+ age)

notes: honestly this is just self-indulgent bc i love jinx so much. it's short n sweet, sorry!

wc: 1.2k

the moon replaced the sun in the sky as the streets became more busy, people flooding in and out of the multiple bars, clubs and brothels around. you thought to call it a day, keeping only one dim lamp on in your bedroom before throwing yourself down on your double bed. it always felt more lonely at night.

with your head gently placed on your pillow, a deep sigh escaped your lips, fluttering your eyes shut after a few moments. you had no real intention of sleeping yet since you were dying to continue a book you started the previous morning, but exhaustion got the better of you, allowing you to slowly doze off on top of the covers.

close to half an hour passed before a loud crash followed by the sound of items falling to the floor woke you up from your sleep. you sat up as fast as you could, heart pounding hard in your chest as you scanned the room. your gaze moved from your books scattered across the floor to jinx standing by the window, but it took you a few seconds to realise she wasn't on the outside of it.

"look, don't be mad.." jinx began, her voice almost as low as a whisper, holding up her hands in defence while a grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "i just wanted some company. sevika's out working, and i was lonely."

you exhaled as you shook your head in disbelief, begging your heart rate to decrease as soon as possible.

"i'm flattered i'm your second option." you couldn't help but smile. this wasn't the first time your friend broke into your apartment just to see you, you just wished she would let you know beforehand and enter like anyone else would, through the front door.

you ran your slender fingers through your hair, watching closely as jinx tiptoed around the belongings she knocked over on her way in, approaching your bed with a slight pout.

"aw, come on. you know you're my first, really." her tone was playful but it was clear she meant every word. you're constantly shocked at how she can have so much energy quite literally twenty four hours of the day. jinx plopped herself on your bed, causing you both to bounce a little, eliciting a tired groan from you.

"sooo, whatcha been up to?" jinx sat crossed legged opposite you, her attention entirely on you and your answer. you had to take a few moments to think, not that you did much in the day.

"work." you rolled your eyes while tucking some strands of hair behind both ears, soon noticing the way your lamp flickered to your side. "it feels like that's all i do lately. i'm exhausted."

jinx tilted her head to one side in curiosity and you saw her pick at her own nail polish, leaving every single nail chipped. she can never stay still, no matter what.

"so why don't you quit?" jinx's question caused you to lightly laugh, assuming it was unworthy of an answer. silco has covered everything for jinx since the day he took her into his care. money hasn't been a problem for her for a while now and she currently has a guaranteed place to live. she's not entitled or even ungrateful by any means, she just has no reason to handle currency anymore.

after pushing yourself back up against the headboard of the bed, you trailed your eyes back up to jinx's face, noticing and loving the way her pink eyes shimmered in the dark room. her braids laid neatly across her lap; you couldn't help but wonder what she would look like with her hair completely down. you imagined yourself running a brush or even your own fingers through her hair, listening to jinx hum her favourite song.

"you still making those little chompers?" you asked curiously, jinx's face instantly lighting up.

"you bet! the one i'm currently working on is gonna be even bigger and better than the last! i'm thinking of testing it on some pesky enforcers once it's done." her excitement plastered a smile onto your face, giggling at her enthusiasm. sometimes you wished she would invite you to her weapon testings, but you knew she didn't purely for your own safety. hurting you in any way would absolutely destroy her.

"then, you'll have to let me know how it goes. just maybe not at one in the morning, okay?" truth is, deep down you wouldn't get angry at her even if she came to you at five.

your friend leaned forward to mess up your hair, chuckling to herself soon after. "i wouldn't count on it." her gaze quickly landed on your window due to the raindrops gliding down the glass, the sound of thunder indicating a storm was quickly approaching.

the weather was enough to make you rush out of bed and head for your wardrobe, taking ahold of some comfy pyjama shorts alongside a black oversized t-shirt, throwing them onto jinx's lap.

"you're not going out in that. i know what you're thinking." you frowned as you spoke to her, your voice full of concern and care. the other girl parted her lips to protest but you cut her off instantly. "you can stay here tonight, if you'd like."

jinx glanced down at your clothes, suddenly in her own world while she ran her fingers across the soft materials. eventually she nodded, unexpectedly giving in with a grin.

"more time with you? don't have to tell me twice." her sweet giggles filled the room, feeling your own heart swell with adoration. you turned your back to her, letting her change into your clothes in peace.

the rain continued to hammer down outside, wind howling too. once jinx stated she was done, you turned on your heel to face her, deciding to fold her clothes up for her before gesturing towards your empty bed. you thought it would take a miracle for her to settle down considering her hyper nature, but to your surprise she slid under the covers and let out a soft sigh. you've never seen her so peaceful or still before, and you weren't sure you'd ever see her this way again.

you followed suit, scooting in bed beside her and pulling the duvet further up to reach your shoulders in an attempt to warm yourself up.

without any warning jinx rolled from her back onto her side to face you, your eyes widening with surprise when you noticed her face was merely centimetres away from yours. blood rose slightly in your cheeks, unable to find any words to speak.

jinx's pink eyes remained glued to yours, and her sweet smile never faded. something about this moment was just so beautiful and you felt like there was nothing you wouldn't do to freeze time. the room was quiet, except for the distant thunder rolling in waves. you took your hand and pushed some strands of hair out of jinx’s face, your touch slow and soothing, as if trying to match the rhythm of your deepening breaths.

the soft crackle of lightning illuminated the room for a brief second, casting fleeting shadows over both of your faces. you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to jinx’s nose, then another to her forehead, your lips lingering just for a moment. a bigger smile curled on the other girls lips, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. you both nestled closer, your legs tangling beneath the covers, comforted by each other's presence. eventually, your eyes drifted shut, and you surrendered to sleep, wondering if jinx will still be beside you in the morning.

[fairy-writes]

I feel my Arcane obsession starting to come back and the prompt "Tell me, my Dear, can a heart still be broken even when it stopped beating?" screamed Viktor at me 🥰 can I request that? Thank you very much!!

TO DIE OF A BROKEN HEART

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “Tell me, my love, can a heart still be broken even when it stops beating?”

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Reader

Word Count: 0.5k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Angst, Post-Season 2, Established Relationships, Major Character Death

Notes: (I changed the quote a teensy tiny bit, but I like “love” more than “dear”)

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 OF THE SHOW

(something short because my brain is slowly rotting away)

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The cemetery was desolate. Your bouquet of flowers was just as sad as the solitary headstones, but you pressed on. Your shoes crunch the gravel underfoot as you make your way toward the back of the graveyard. 

Piltover hadn’t been as noisy as it used to be since the war. In fact, it was drowning in silence.

It shouldn’t have been like this. Viktor should’ve lived a long and prosperous life with you. That was why you agreed to help fund Hextech along with Mel Medarda. To help the people, but more importantly, to help your lover. 

So… Why? Why, why, why?! 

Why had Jinx blasted the Council to smithereens?! 

Why had Viktor been there?! 

Why hadn’t he been resting like you told him to?!

And that didn’t even include what happened to the Hexcore. While you were grateful Jayce had attempted to save Viktor’s life, that sense of gratefulness quickly diminished when Viktor changed.

You get to the gravesite, and the flowers in your hand crinkle in the wrapping around the stems as you stare down at the stones before you. 

Jayce Talis

“Our future is bright.”

Viktor—

A lump unexpectedly grows in your throat, and you barely stop yourself from dropping the bouquet of flowers. So, instead, you sink to your knees and place the blooms just before Viktor’s grave. Of course, there hadn’t been a body left to bury, so part of you had held out hope. But as time went on, your hopeful flame started to diminish to embers. Until those embers went out, and you finally accepted that Viktor might really, truly be gone.

Suddenly, you’re torn from your despair by a hand on your shoulder. 

Turning, you see Mel dressed in her pristine mage robes with a bouquet of camellias clutched tightly in her hands. She offers you a sad sort of smile, and you gesture for her to kneel beside you. 

“I hope it’s alright that Jayce was buried next to Viktor. I didn’t know where else to have him buried with both his parents still alive, and the Talis household doesn’t have a burial plot yet.” You mumbled, and Mel’s smile saddened even more. 

“I’m sure he would’ve appreciated being buried next to Viktor. Someone has to keep him in line in the afterlife.” She says, and you blurt out a watery laugh. 

“Right.” Is all you manage. 

Mel stays for a while, most likely keeping an eye on you. Because out of everyone, you had taken the presumed death of the Hextech founders the hardest. Jayce was something akin to a brother to you. Viktor was… So much more. 

You two had just begun to talk about marriage before all this happened. 

But, eventually, Mel is called back to her airship to head back to Noxus and leaves you alone. However, something in her eyes made you think she might just visit again soon. 

But then you are alone, flowers slowly wilting along with your heart. 

“Tell me, my love, can a heart still be broken even when it stops beating?” You whisper to the silence, and a tear streaks your cheek when you don’t get an answer because, of course, you wouldn’t. 

So you closed your eyes…

And let darkness swallow you whole.

[cup1drul3z]

★ — That's MY girl | CH 2

5.5ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW : Age gap if you squint, PLUS SIZED READER, power kink, cheating, modern au, new york, assistant reader, readers a little awkward but we love her anyway, sugar mommy, SMUT, fingering, cunninglings, strap, bondage, lingerie

A/N : guys im working on the stalker fic trust

The train ride home feels longer than it should.

You sit near the back, the car mostly empty, lights flickering overhead like they can’t decide whether to stay on or just give up. Your reflection stares back at you in the darkened window—smudged lipstick, swollen lips, collar slightly crooked, and that unmistakable shadow just below your jawline.

You touch it.

The spot Sevika’s mouth lingered.

Your stomach twists.

You shouldn’t have done it. You knew that the second you left the bar. But it doesn’t erase the memory of her hands on your body. The way your name sounded in her mouth. The way you wanted it. Craved it.

You close your eyes and grip the subway pole tighter. It doesn't help. The shame is thick and sour, crawling over your skin like something alive.

By the time you get to your stop, the guilt is louder than your footsteps.

Your apartment is dark when you unlock the door. One flickering lamp lights the living room, the faint buzz of the TV still running. Your boyfriend is half-asleep on the couch, blanket around his legs, a takeout box resting on the armrest beside him.

He stirs when the door clicks shut.

“Where the hell were you?” he mumbles, rubbing his face. “You said you were going for drinks. That was, like, four hours ago.”

Your heart skips. “Sorry. I lost track of time. First day stuff... they wanted to celebrate.”

He stares at you for a second too long, and your pulse races. You shift your hair slightly, trying to angle it over the mark Sevika left.

But he doesn’t notice.

Instead, he sits up, arms outstretched with a sleepy groan. “Come here.”

You hesitate.

Just for a second.

Then you cross the room and let him pull you into his arms, the warmth of his chest unfamiliar tonight. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. It’s slow. Familiar. Comfortable in a way that used to feel like love.

But now?

Now it just feels like lying.

“You smell good,” he mumbles into your hair. “Glad you had fun.”

You force a small laugh. “Yeah... me too.”

You close your eyes and let him hold you like nothing’s changed.

But everything has.

And deep down, you know it’s only a matter of time before this cracks wide open.

You woke up early.

Too early.

The kind of early where the light coming in through your blinds made everything look soft and blue, and the guilt still sat heavy in your chest like you'd swallowed a stone. But instead of spiraling, you did something else—rummaged through your closet.

You wanted to feel like you today.

So you slipped into a soft grey vest, something a little snug across the chest but not suffocating. The short-sleeved collared shirt underneath is crisp, clean. Paired with your flowy black maxi skirt, it moves with you—comfortable, confident, a little vintage librarian if you squint.

You check the mirror once, twice. It doesn’t scream “corporate,” but you don’t care.

For once, you feel good. Or at least better.

The train is less crowded this morning. You grab a seat near the back, setting your bag down beside you. You're flipping through your phone when someone plops down across from you with zero warning.

“Damn, girl. You look adorable.”

You glance up—Jinx.

Same wild blue braids, oversized bomber jacket, mismatched socks in loafers. She’s sipping an iced coffee the size of her head and looks like she hasn’t slept but somehow still radiates energy.

You smile. “Thanks. Closet panic. I didn’t want to pop a button again.”

Jinx snorts. “Honestly? Respect. You survived a boardroom and Sevika’s death stare. You deserve a little wardrobe crisis.”

You laugh, and she leans in like she’s about to let you in on a secret.

“Okay, so—there’s this cocktail thing in a few days. Fancy company event. Everyone’s invited, assistants too.”

You nod, eyebrows raised. “That sounds... terrifying.”

“Oh, it is.” she grins. “Dress code, open bar, people trying to pretend they’re more important than they are—it’s a blast. You coming?”

“I guess I have to now,” you say with a smile, then add, “Do we bring plus-ones?”

Jinx nods. “Yeah. They want it to feel ‘socially enriched’ or whatever PR bullshit they said in the email. You bringing your guy?”

Your stomach flips.

You hesitate just long enough for her to notice, but not long enough for her to comment.

“Yeah,” you say finally. “Probably.”

Jinx sips her coffee, watching you. “Cool. We’ll all be there, and a few other people aswell”

You nod slowly 

She leans back. “And Sevika usually shows up late. Quiet. Broody. Like Batman if Batman was hotter and more emotionally repressed.”

You choke on your breath a little, but cover it with a laugh.

Jinx just grins at you.

“See you in the office, cutie.”

She gets off at the next stop, waving as she goes. 

You sit back in your seat, suddenly very aware of what this cocktail party could mean.

And how complicated things are about to get.

You spend most of the morning pretending to work while actively avoiding eye contact with Sevika’s closed office door.

Every time you glance that way, your stomach flips. You’re sure she’s stewing in there—probably plotting your firing or worse, treating you like you’re invisible. That would almost be easier.

So when your desk phone buzzes with a message: “Come in.” ���your blood turns to ice.

You stand, straighten your vest, and try to breathe like a normal human as you push open the door.

Sevika’s at her desk, sleeves rolled, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show that same stretch of ink. She’s leaning back in her chair, boots crossed at the ankle, like nothing in the world could touch her.

Except her eyes are locked on you the second you step inside.

You swallow. “You wanted to see me?”

She nods toward the door behind you. “Close it.”

Your hand hovers on the knob for a second too long, but you do it.

The soft click feels like a trap.

“I figured you’d be crawling out of your skin all day,” she says, tone casual, almost amused. “Relax. I’m not mad.”

You blink. “You’re not?”

A grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Why would I be mad? You practically came all over my hand last night.”

You flinch. “Sevika—”

“No one made you moan my name,” she continues, rising from her chair. “Don’t act like it wasn’t the best part of your week.”

She’s in front of you now, close again—too close. You take a step back, but she follows, always one breath away from pinning you to the wall.

“I told you I shouldn’t have,” you say, voice tight. “It was a mistake. I was drunk.”

“You were wet,” she counters, low and dangerous. “There’s a difference.”

Your mouth opens—no words. Just heat crawling up your throat.

“I can give you better,” she murmurs, eyes dark and slow-burning. “You don’t owe him loyalty just because you’re scared of being alone.”

You shake your head. “It’s not like that.”

Sevika scoffs. “You keep saying that. But you don’t look convinced.”

Then, before you can stop her, she drops to her knees.

Right there.

Her hands find your hips, grip firm and sure through the fabric of your skirt. She looks up at you, and something in your chest stutters.

“Tell me to stop,” she says, voice husky, lips inches from your waistband. “Mean it.”

You should. You really should.

But your hands stay at your sides, frozen.

You don’t push her away.

You don’t even move.

Then—

“Sevika, do you—”

The door opens.

Mel freezes in the doorway, one brow raised, her perfect blazer catching the light. Her eyes flick from Sevika on her knees to you, cheeks flushed, mouth parted.

Sevika doesn’t flinch.

Mel slowly, slowly shuts the door behind her without looking away.

The second Mel shuts the door, Sevika finally rises to her feet—slowly, deliberately, like she’s still not embarrassed. You’re the one left trembling.

But you don’t stay.

You don’t even think. You just move.

You throw open the office door and bolt into the hallway, nearly running over someone from accounting. Your skirt swishes around your ankles as you spot Mel turning the corner toward the elevators.

“Mel! Mel, wait—”

She doesn’t stop immediately, but you catch up, heels clicking against the tile in rapid panic.

“Please,” you gasp, breath catching as you reach her. “Please don’t tell anyone. It wasn’t—nothing even happened—”

Mel finally stops and turns, folding her arms across her chest. Her expression isn’t cold. It isn’t angry either. It’s… tired. Complicated.

“I won’t say anything,” she says, voice soft. “You have my word.”

You breathe out a shaky sigh, your shoulders sagging with relief.

“But,” she continues, “you should know... people already talk.”

Your blood chills. “What do you mean?”

Mel looks at you with something like pity. “This office? It's a glass box. Everyone sees everything. You think they didn’t notice Sevika acting different yesterday? You leaving early? That mark on your neck?”

Your hand instinctively rises to cover it.

“I didn’t mean for anything to happen—” you start, voice cracking.

“I know,” Mel cuts in gently. “But it doesn’t matter. In a place like this, rumors grow faster than promotions. All it takes is one glance. One smirk. One flushed face in the hallway.”

You look down, shame crawling up your spine.

Mel sighs and softens, placing a hand on your arm. “You’re not the first. And you’re not stupid. But Sevika… she’s not simple. Being close to her never is.”

You swallow hard. “So what do I do?”

Mel lets her hand fall back to her side.

“Be careful,” she says. “With her. With you. Because whether you meant to or not… you're in it now.”

Then the elevator dings, and she steps inside, leaving you standing in the hallway alone, the weight of your choices settling in your bones like concrete.

And for the first time, you’re not sure if you’re more afraid of losing your job—

—or losing yourself to Sevika again.

You wait outside her office for a long time.

Long enough that your nerves start to feel less like panic and more like a low, buzzing ache under your skin. The adrenaline is gone. All that’s left is the shame. The guilt. And the heat of her touch still ghosting your hips.

You finally knock, just once.

“Come in.”

Sevika’s voice is calm. Cool. Like nothing happened.

You step in slowly, shutting the door behind you. She’s at her desk, one arm resting lazily on the surface, the other tapping a pen against a manila folder. Her eyes flick up when you enter but don’t linger.

“I talked to Mel.”

“Obviously,” she mutters.

You take a few steps closer, but not too close.

“I’m serious this time,” you say, voice steady despite the tightness in your chest. “You have to stop. No more flirting. No more… whatever that was. I made a mistake, and I’m staying with my boyfriend. I’m not doing this again.”

Sevika raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t argue. She just leans back in her chair, gaze unreadable. “Fine.”

You blink. “...Seriously?”

“Yeah.” She shrugs. “You’re not the first girl to pretend it didn’t mean anything.”

Your stomach sinks. “That’s not what I—”

She cuts you off by opening a drawer and sliding a white envelope across the desk toward you.

You eye it like it might bite you.

“What’s that?”

“For the tights,” she says dryly. “You ripped them last night. And your blouse looked like it was about to quit during the meeting.”

You don’t move. “I don’t need pity money.”

Sevika sighs through her nose, annoyed. “It’s not pity, sweetheart. It’s compensation. You work for me. You’re supposed to look like you belong here.”

You hesitate. Then pick up the envelope and peek inside.

Cash.

Too much. Way too much.

This is not “replace your tights” money. This is “rent for two months” money. Or “disappear into another city and start over” money.

Your heart jumps into your throat. “This is insane.”

Sevika stands slowly, pushing her chair back as she walks around the desk—measured, controlled, still a storm beneath her skin.

“I don’t give people what they deserve,” she says, voice low, “I give them what I want to give. And I want you dressed like someone who knows her worth.”

You meet her eyes, and for a split second, you almost say something.

But you just nod. “Thanks.”

She nods back, then gestures toward the door. “You should get back to your desk.”

You turn to leave—but her voice stops you just before you open the door.

“You looked good today,” she murmurs, softer this time. “Comfort suits you.”

You don’t look back.

You just walk out, envelope clutched in your hand like a secret you’re not sure what to do with.

It’s your day off.

For once, you’re not rushing to get dressed or worrying about whether your shirt will survive a full workday. You're in comfy leggings, a tank top and a black jacket, your hair is messy and you look like you just rolled out of bed even if you did try to brush it a little. No makeup, no heels, just you and a half-empty shopping cart that doesn’t squeak when you push it.

For the first time in a long time, grocery shopping feels... nice.

You grab the name-brand mac and cheese without flinching. The good almond milk. Even a little candle from the home aisle, because screw it—you deserve soft lighting and lavender.

You’re halfway through comparing peanut butter prices when you feel it.

That shift in the air. That weird, subtle gravity that tugs at you, makes the back of your neck prickle.

You glance up.

And there she is.

Sevika.

In Target.

Wearing a long, wool coat that probably costs more than everything in your cart. Her hair’s tied back again, sunglasses pushed up onto her head, dark slacks and a fitted top that absolutely do not belong between rows of laundry detergent and Pop-Tarts. She’s pushing a red basket like it personally offended her.

You blink. Once. Twice.

She spots you.

And smirks.

You panic and pretend to read the back of a Nutella jar. Real smooth.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” she drawls as she approaches, voice low and vaguely amused.

You force a smile, pushing your cart an inch forward. “I could say the same. You don’t really strike me as the ‘bullseye deals’ type.”

She glances into your cart. “Treating yourself?”

You shrug. “Using my pity money wisely.”

That earns a sharp laugh from her—short, real.

“Still mad?”

“No,” you admit. “Just trying to feel normal for a minute.”

Sevika’s eyes linger on you. The oversized hoodie. The way your hair’s all loose and soft and you. Not Corporate You. Just You.

“I like this version,” she says, voice softer now. “You’re real like this.”

You hesitate, cart between you like a shield. “You stalking me?”

“Coincidence,” she shrugs. “Or fate, if you're feeling dramatic.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s half a smile. “You here for snacks or a personality transplant?”

“Neither,” she says, grabbing a box of granola bars and tossing them into her basket like it’s a power move. “Just needed trash bags.”

You stare at her.

“You’re too rich to take out your own trash.”

“I didn’t say they were for me,” she says, already turning toward the next aisle. “See you Friday, sweetheart.”

She disappears between frozen pizzas and Lean Cuisines, and you’re left standing there, heart weirdly fast, fingers gripping the handle of your cart a little too tight.

You sigh.

Of course Sevika looks good at Target.

You drop your groceries off at the apartment, still feeling Sevika’s smirk lingering somewhere in your ribs. Your boyfriend’s out—left a note about going to a friend’s place. You don’t think twice about it. You text Caitlyn.

You still down for coffee? I need your face and your moral compass. Bad.

She texts back almost immediately.

On my way. My treat. You’re getting the giant muffin too.

The café is cozy, tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore that’s always closed for “inventory.” The barista already knows your order—large iced caramel something, extra whipped cream—and Caitlyn’s sipping black coffee like her soul depends on it.

You take the first sip and finally exhale like you haven’t all day.

“So,” Caitlyn says, crossing her legs. “What’s this about a moral crisis?”

You bite your straw, unsure how to even begin.

“I… did something stupid.”

Her brows lift just slightly. “Define ‘stupid.’ Like, crash-your-ex’s-wedding stupid, or get-back-with-your-ex stupid?”

You look down at your drink.

Then say it.

“I slept with my boss.”

Caitlyn blinks. Slowly. Then takes the most dramatic sip of coffee you’ve ever seen.

You brace for it. The judgment. The disappointment. Anything.

But all she says is, “Well. That’s very ‘HBO original series’ of you.”

You stare. “Caitlyn—”

“I mean, I knew your life was messy,” she adds, leaning back. “But this is next level. I’m impressed.”

“Caitlyn.”

She softens immediately, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand.

“Hey. I’m on your side, remember? Always.”

Your throat tightens. “Even if I’m a home-wrecking, morally compromised disaster?”

“Especially then,” she says, giving you that rare smile—the real one, not the sarcastic smirk she gives annoying people at parties. “You needed something. You got it. And now we figure out what you’re gonna do next.”

“I’m staying with him,” you say quietly. “My boyfriend. I told her it was a mistake.”

Caitlyn’s eyes flick down. She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t say what you already know she’s thinking.

Instead: “Do you want to stay with him?”

You don’t answer right away.

She doesn’t push.

She just leans back, sipping her coffee again, eyes soft.

“Whatever you decide,” she says, “I’ll be here. To support you.”

You laugh—sharp and real and just a little broken.

She clinks her coffee cup against your plastic lid. “You’re not alone in this.”

The boutique Caitlyn drags you to is one of those clean, Pinterest-board-looking places with neutral walls, racks spaced perfectly apart, and a woman at the front desk who gives you complimentary cucumber water just for walking in.

You’re overwhelmed within five seconds.

Caitlyn, of course, is thriving.

“Okay,” she says, already flipping through hangers like a pro. “We want business casual, but comfy. Professional, but still you. So no more button-downs that look like they’re losing a fight with your chest, got it?”

You laugh. “Okay, okay. Deal.”

She hands you a soft sage green blouse with fluttery sleeves and a pair of black wide-leg pants that feel like pajamas but somehow look expensive.

You try them on.

You twirl a little in the mirror.

You look… good.

“You look hot,” Caitlyn says from outside the changing room, leaning dramatically against the door. “Hot and employed.”

You snort. “High praise.”

You walk out and grab another outfit—a soft cream cardigan, a fitted tank underneath, and a midi skirt with a tiny floral pattern. Comfortable. Confident. Something you can actually breathe in.

“Perfect,” Caitlyn says, nodding like a fashion judge. “Now…”

She pulls a black dress from the rack like a magician revealing her final trick.

It’s sleek. Short. A body-con that hugs all the right places with subtle ruching at the waist and a square neckline that’s flirty but still tasteful.

“This,” she says, “is the dress. Cocktail party. Show up. Make Your mark on that place..i mean if you haven't already for disappearing into the bathroom with the ceo”

You take it from her carefully, the fabric silky between your fingers.

“Cait,” you say, holding it up. “It’s… tight.”

She smirks. “And you’ve got a body worth showing off. Let her choke on it.”

You laugh, pressing the dress to your chest. “Okay, fine. This is the one.”

You don’t tell her how your heart races imagining Sevika seeing you in it.

You don’t have to.

Caitlyn sees the look in your eyes and just nods.

“You’ve got this.”

The suit hangs on the back of the bedroom door, still in its garment bag, untouched.

You’d picked it out yesterday. A simple black two-piece, nothing too flashy. Just… clean. Respectable. It felt like the least you could do—if you were dragging him into this cocktail party, you might as well make sure he looked like he belonged.

He didn’t even say thank you.

Now it’s the morning before the event. You’re moving around the apartment, folding laundry, fixing your hair into a loose ponytail, pretending everything is fine.

He leans in the doorway, yawning. Shirtless. Watching you with that sleepy grin he used to wear back when things felt simple.

“You know,” he says, walking over and sliding his hands around your waist, “we’ve got a little time before you head out for that pre-party work stuff…”

His lips brush your neck, warm and familiar. One hand starts to slip beneath your shirt.

Your stomach drops.

The familiar twist of guilt and disinterest coils tight in your gut. His touch feels wrong now—not cruel, not mean… just wrong.

You grab his hand gently and pull it away. “Not right now. I’m—uh—cramping.”

He pauses, eyes narrowing for a second. Then he sighs and steps back, not pushing, but clearly annoyed.

“Figures,” he mutters. “You’ve been weird lately.”

You force a tight smile. “I’ve just been tired. Work's been a lot.”

He shrugs and grabs his phone off the nightstand. “Alright, whatever. Just don’t forget we’ve got that thing tonight.”

“I won’t,” you say, already turning back to fold the same T-shirt you’ve touched three times.

He leaves the room.

You exhale slowly, your hands trembling just slightly.

The suit still hangs untouched.

And the black dress waits folded in tissue paper inside a boutique bag.

The venue is stunning—soft golden lighting, live jazz humming in the background, servers floating past with sparkling flutes and tiny hors d'oeuvres that look like food for rich fairies.

You walk in on your boyfriend’s arm, your black body-con dress hugging you just right. You feel the eyes on you as you enter—and for once, you don’t shrink under them.

You own it.

Your boyfriend doesn’t comment on the way heads turn. Doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy adjusting his tie and checking his reflection in every polished surface like he invented being mediocre in a suit.

You’re halfway into your second awkward sip of chardonnay when you feel her.

Sevika.

She walks in like the floor was laid out for her—broad shoulders in a dark tailored suit, black dress shirt unbuttoned just low enough to border indecent, no tie. Her hair’s slicked back, jaw set, eyes already scanning the room.

And then they land on you.

Her gaze lingers, intense and unreadable, before sliding to your boyfriend.

You swear the temperature drops.

She stares at him like she’s already picked out the weakest spot to punch first. Her mouth presses into a line. Her jaw ticks.

Your boyfriend, completely oblivious, is in the middle of bragging to Ekko about how he hit diamond rank in some online shooter. Ekko’s politely nodding, clearly dying inside.

You’re barely hearing them. Your attention is locked on Sevika, and she’s watching you right back.

You quickly look away and take a bigger sip of wine than intended.

“Damn, babe, slow down,” your boyfriend says, laughing as he slings an arm around your waist.

You flinch, just slightly.

He doesn’t notice that, either.

You glance across the room again. Sevika’s talking to Mel now—but her eyes keep drifting back to you.

Watching.

Measuring.

Waiting.

You adjust the neckline of your dress, trying not to think about her hands. About her mouth. About the last time you were alone together.

You drain the rest of your chardonnay.

A few hours later and the music’s too loud. The lights are too warm. The voices blur together like you’re underwater.

You laugh when you’re supposed to, nod when your boyfriend talks, sip your wine just to keep your mouth busy—but your chest is tight, your throat’s dry, and your ears are ringing.

And then he says something.

You don’t even catch it, really—some offhand comment about calories or how much you’re drinking.

It hits the same nerve anyway.

You excuse yourself without thinking, barely muttering something about needing air.

The balcony is massive, lined with plants that have no business looking that elegant. The night air is cool, crisp against your skin, and the city glows below like a reflection of the stars. No one’s out here. Just silence, finally.

You dig into your purse and pull out the cigarette you swore you weren’t keeping anymore.

You light it with shaking hands.

The first inhale hits hard. Not smooth, not pleasant—but grounding.

You breathe out slowly, leaning back in one of the sleek patio chairs, staring at the skyline like it might give you answers.

The door clicks behind you.

You don’t need to look.

You know it’s her.

Sevika steps out onto the balcony like she owns it—of course she does. She doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks over and nods toward your cigarette.

“Got another?”

You pause. Then reach into your bag and hand one over.

She lights it from yours, the flame flickering between you. Her fingers brush yours, just barely.

You don’t say anything.

She exhales, then glances over. “Didn’t think you smoked.”

“I don’t,” you say quietly. “Not really.”

She nods once. Like she gets it.

The silence hangs there, warm with shared breath, smoke curling between you.

“I didn’t hit him,” she says eventually.

You laugh—just a small, exhausted huff. “Yeah. Thanks for that.”

“He deserves worse,” she adds, taking another drag. “You looked miserable.”

You look at her. The city lights reflect in her eyes.

“I was.”

She turns to face you fully now, stepping closer, close enough that you can smell the smoke on her lips, the soft scent of whatever expensive cologne clings to her collar.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night,” she admits, voice low, dangerous with honesty.

You swallow. “I said it was a mistake.”

“Then why’d you light that cigarette like you were waiting for me?”

Your lips part, but no words come.

She reaches out, fingers brushing the side of your face, then trailing down your arm. Her hand rests gently on your waist, not demanding—just there. Her cigarette burns low between her fingers, forgotten.

You don’t pull away.

When she leans in, you meet her halfway.

The kiss is soft at first—surprisingly so. All breath and hesitation, like she’s asking for permission with her mouth. But then it deepens. Her hand grips your waist tighter. Your fingers curl in the lapel of her suit jacket.

The smoke, the night air, the tension—it all wraps around you, blurring out everything else.

Until—

“Are you serious?”

You both freeze.

Mel’s voice cuts through the quiet like a knife.

You turn your head slowly, lips still kiss-swollen, Sevika’s hand still on your waist.

Mel’s standing in the open balcony door, arms crossed, expression unreadable—but her eyebrow is doing the absolute most.

“Is this, like, a kink?” she says flatly. “You two only hook up when I’m about to walk in?”

You pull away from Sevika like you’ve just woken up mid-dream, breath still shaky, heart thudding in your ears. Her hand lingers on your waist for half a second before you step out of her reach completely.

You don’t meet her eyes.

You just walk.

Your heels click softly against the stone balcony floor as you move past the potted plants and melting ashtray, toward the glowing doorway where Mel’s still standing—expression unreadable, lips pursed, arms crossed like she’s both exhausted and waiting for a good reason not to slap someone.

You reach her side.

You pause.

Your lips part.

“Um—”

“I won’t tell anyone,” she says, eyes still on the skyline. Not unkind. Just resigned.

You nod. You don't say thank you. You don't have it in you.

You slip past her into the party, leaving the smell of smoke and regret behind you.

Back on the balcony, Sevika exhales hard through her nose, turning away from the city like she could punch the moon if she tried hard enough.

“You have the worst timing,” she mutters.

Mel doesn’t flinch. She finally steps out onto the balcony, letting the door close gently behind her.

“No,” she says. “You have the worst impulse control.”

Sevika shoots her a glare, sharp and tired. “Do you enjoy walking in every time I’m with her?”

“You’re not supposed to be ‘with her’ at all,” Mel snaps, lowering her voice. “She’s your employee. This is your job. You're not supposed to be sneaking off to make out with the assistant like you're in some—some corporate fanfiction!”

Sevika scoffs. “This isn’t just some fling.”

“Then it’s worse.”

Mel’s voice softens just slightly.

“She doesn’t know what she wants yet. And you're not helping.”

Sevika doesn’t respond at first. Her jaw flexes. She crushes the stub of her cigarette into the stone railing, the ember dying with a hiss.

“She was happy with me,” Sevika mutters. “For a second. She looked at me like—like I meant something.”

“And then she walked away,” Mel says gently. “Again.”

That one lands.

Mel sighs, placing a hand on the railing. “You can’t be the person she runs to and the reason she has to run from at the same time.”

Sevika doesn’t say anything.

Mel doesn’t press.

They just stand there—two tired women on a balcony full of secondhand smoke, watching the city sparkle like it’s mocking them.

The night hums quietly around them now, all the chaos and chatter muffled behind thick glass. The city blinks below like it’s listening in.

Mel doesn’t leave.

She just exhales slowly, watching Sevika’s clenched fists, the way her knuckles stay white even though the cigarette’s long dead.

“I thought you said you were fine,” Mel says, her voice not accusatory—just... tired. Familiar.

Sevika doesn’t answer right away. Just stares straight ahead, jaw tight.

Mel turns slightly, eyes narrowing. “Is this about her or is this about samantha?”

A beat.

Two.

Then Sevika scoffs, low and bitter. “Dont say her name like that.”

Mel sighs.  “You’ve been a wreck since she left.” she tried to say as gently as possible 

Sevika’s shoulders tense. “She didn’t leave. She traded up. Found someone who could give her the picture-perfect shit she wanted. I was just... temporary.”

Mel’s face softens.

“And then you met someone who looked at you like you were more than temporary,” she says, quietly. “And now you’re trying to make that mean something.”

Sevika doesn’t deny it.

She leans on the railing, both arms braced like she’s holding herself up.

“I didn’t even get time to be angry,” she mutters. “It was like—one minute we were fighting, and the next she was engaged. Just done. Like I was some phase.”

Mel tilts her head. “You weren’t.”

Sevika laughs bitterly. “Sure as hell felt like I was.”

She looks up at the sky—like maybe it’ll swallow the lump forming in her throat.

“I’m not used to being the one left behind.”

Mel watches her carefully. Then steps closer, just enough to be beside her, not in front of her.

“You don’t have to bury yourself in someone new to prove you still matter.”

“I’m not,” Sevika says automatically.

“You are,” Mel says gently. “And it’s not fair to either of you.”

Silence falls between them again—heavy, but not hostile. The kind of silence that only happens between people who’ve known each other too long, seen too much.

After a minute, Sevika mutters, “She makes it so fucking hard not to care.”

Mel nods slowly.

“I know.”

You’re standing near the hallway now, away from the main buzz of the party, one hand still loosely cradling your wine glass, the other clutching your little clutch bag like it’s going to keep you grounded.

But you never stopped watching the balcony doors.

And then, there they are.

Sevika and Mel walk in together, side by side.

They aren’t touching.

They aren’t even smiling.

But they’re… close. In that quiet, easy kind of way that doesn’t need words. The kind that says they’ve been through some things. That they know each other.

You notice the way Sevika looks at her. Not intense like how she looked at you on the balcony. But steady. Familiar. Like maybe she’s looked at Mel like that before. Like maybe she still does.

Mel leans in to say something low near Sevika’s ear, and Sevika gives her a tired smirk in return.

It guts you.

You feel ridiculous. And stupid. And young. Like this was never anything to her. Just a new game. A project. Maybe it was never about you at all.

Maybe you were just a stand-in.

Just the next girl who would look at her like she meant something.

Your throat tightens, the party sounds warping around you, distant and unimportant.

You set your wine glass on a table you pass and slip out the side entrance with your boyfriend without saying goodbye. Not to Caitlyn. Not to Ekko. Not to anyone.

You don’t look back.

And Sevika?

She doesn’t see you leave.

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AUs I'm not writing, Arcane edition; Silco time travel, Outside perspective

The failed heist happens, and at the exact moment the explosion occurs, Silco gets hit with a decade of extra memories, ending with his daughter accidentally killing him. (This is, understandably, a bit of a shock.)

He's annoyed by this, as it means he has almost a decade of work towards Zaun's independence that now needs to completed, all over again. Silco's only major regrets are either several years before this (Vander's betrayal) or far in the future (Jinx's breakdown). He is also not possessed by the kind of shame or self-awareness that would motivate another person to re-evaluate their life in light of this second chance.

From Silco's perspective, the logical option is to repeat everything how he did originally, only keeping Jinx at a lower profile to prevent the Council from demanding her in return for independence. It worked the first time, after all.

On the other hand, he can risk his guaranteed success to ensure that this time, Jinx doesn't suffer the kind of betrayal he did.

(Silco is, at heart, a toxic girl dad. We all know what choice he makes)

Powder and Silco are the only ones having a good time in this AU. Silco is acting borderline sociopathic at times, treating Vander and the others as shiny toys he's acquired for his daughter's happiness, and otherwise ignoring them completely. He's living his domestic fix-it fic dreams, and they're just background characters.

Vander, Benzo, and the other kids, the viewpoint characters of this story, are having a much worse time than those two.

Vander's first and only warning that something is up is Silco arranging his and Benzo's abduction, and making an offer they can't refuse.

Specifically, "Obey me, respect my rule, do as I command, and your children will remain un-orphaned. Rebel, and the chemtech now embedded in your spine burns a hole through your neck."

Silco has Grayson is quickly and unceremoniously killed, and the search for the the thieves that set off the explosion quickly peters out.

Silco makes some use of Benzo and Vander in his quest to take control of Zaun, but not enough to explain his motives. They're after-thoughts, most of the time, tacked on to plans as a little insurance but hardly vital. Silco certainly doesn't seem to be harboring any fondness for them either, and Vander's old partner doesn't flinch from spilling blood if it suits him. So why are they still alive?

Silco takes control of the Last Drop, allowing Vander to continue to manage it, but pointedly claiming both profits and the office Vander once used. There's not a cog that goes in or out that Silco doesn't track. Silco allows Vander a small 'stipend' to cover personal costs, and anything greater than that requires the man's approval. And Silco certainly enjoys making Vander come begging.

The one exception to this miserly attitude: Vander's children. Silco's spending is practically lavish when it comes to Vander's four. Which might be a relief, if not for his obvious and unhidden disdain for three of them.

But Powder? Oh, Powder he adores. He dotes on her, always willing to listen to her stories, or assist with her inventions, to braid her hair and bring her little presents.

It doesn't take long for Powder to forget to be wary. Vander can't even count the number of times he's seen Powder curl up next to the man, content to watch him review budgets and write scathing notes on the margins of reports.

Vander had never thought Silco was the kind of monster interested in children. But what other explanation is there for his interest in Vander's youngest daughter?

He is not going to stand by and let Powder get hurt. He retired from a head-breaker and a revolutionary to make sure his kids grew up safe. He'll take that flag up again for them too.

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[whalebearr]

fave scene rn: ekko letting vi go back to jinx despite literally everything (an incomprehensible tangent)

ekko watching vi still stand on a resolve that he had abandoned long ago and still understanding her for it is soooo. Like knock me on the head w a brick instead. Just my own interpretations of these lil guys whose hearts r too big to contain in themselves . Awesomesauce

vi reveals her current predicament: she doesn't want to leave jinx . not again . even if she had become a direct witness of what her sister had become. top it off that her last semblance of family, ekko, is now testifying the same : powder is gone

but i just. Like. Ekko doesn't immediately lash out or anything. He just goes on to say the same thing he had already said when they were looking at the mural, that she can't be changed

And it's so .. ekko says these things like they're a script of some kind . He has thought of these things before, and most definitely to himself . their first conversations about jinx entails the same thing

He shows her the mural. He tells her Jinx is a byproduct of choice. She functions from an innate desire for destruction. Powder is Gone and he is so sure of it . Viscerally against any belief that says otherwise

yet despite everything. when vi says this

HE DOESNT EVEN. THERES THIS FACE HE MAKES LIKE.... FUFKDKCCUCKKKM.

Like. There's this look of. It's as if he's saying Yeah Of course you would. Of course you'd want to try. Of course you can't not have even a pint of some semblance of love for her still . Of course you can't swallow it back either . I remember feeling that way too. You're as stubborn as your sister. (As me) . Of course you won't be stopped unless you have absolutely tried everything . Of course you would

And to his understanding, that pursuit is a hopeless one

And yet. YET

HE STILL ALLOWS HER TO TRY .. PURSUE THIS OTHERWISE PERCEIVED DEADEND CHASE .. EKKO WHATTTJSJDD .....

AND it feels so insane. despite all the hate you have harboured for jinx you still let vi tread down the same path you did and otherwise probably regretted .. you still let her walk right back into the brutal pursuit of discovering the truth ...

it can imply a lot of things imo .. 🐢

Ekko wants Vi to find that resolve of his that Powder is gone herself (see point 3 why)

Ekko actually, genuinely, wants to see what if she pursued her instead? What if she tried to save her? Would it have changed anything? Would it be different if it's her? An underlying hope he won't explicitly acknowledge ..?

Ekko just knows no matter what he says Vi's heart will always be too big to tame. And in a way Ekko reflects the same attribute. He understands her, while it could be because he grew up with her, i think it's because he relates too. Ekko IS an emotional person . His decisions often stem not that he can do something, but he can't help but do it . He is rational and smart by nature so often these decisions don't always harbor the worst of consequences as the Firelights leader .. he can't help but hate silco so he leads the people well . He can't help but want zaun to prosper so he risks trusting caitlyn, an enforcer . he can't help but love the firelights so he breaks that 5 minute limit to avenge his fallen comrade . he can't help but have an attachment to the people he once loved so he hesitates delivering the final blow to his best friend in a bloody fistfight . he can't help but understand vi so he lets her go

can u tell i love point 3 the most . ekko & vi's paralleling natures .. your love too big you fools. i love u dearly

And there's the hug :[ <3 despite the risk of losing each other again they still allow the other to uptake their pursuits. EUGH . (sorry. Small #arcane critical u can skip: this should've been more emotionally explored in s2 btw. Vi learning Ekko is still alive after the explosion. Crazy stuff. I'm crazy . I'm not sane. man)

anyway yes. Just a random tangent. I love vi & ekko. they're one of, if not, my fave duo in the entire story . their hearts too big. Their love too strong.. they'll kill them!!!!

[psychoticjoint]

A Second Chance

Tw: breakdown?

Wc: 1007

First short fic on here... And of course, it's Timebomb. If anyone does read this, please tell me what you think.

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Ekko was sitting on the bed in his room, looking around with no goal in mind. Scar was out on a mission with a few others, and most of the kids were sick. The ones that weren't sick were being trained, being prepared for missions.

He didn't have anything to do. So he just sat there. It was the best thing he could do. He closed his eyes. Just for a moment.

That's when he heard a familiar voice.

"I know you're not sleeping."

He opened his eyes in a panic to see a familiar girl with blue hair. It was unmistakably her. Magenta pink eyes, blue hair with that bang, slim but muscular body, the curves of her- Woah! What was he thinking? He needs to calm down.

He shook his head and looked into her eyes. "Jinx?" He whispered, almost as if her name was a sin.

"That's me, yeah. That's me." She answered, almost sadly.

"I.. Jinx, I thought you were dead! Everyone thinks you're dead! No, I have to be hallucinating. Better yet, dreaming!" Ekko started to ramble.

But then he was silenced by a sharp slap, the dull stinging lingering on his cheek. The air seemed to freeze as the sound rang through the room. Ekko couldn't help but touch his cheek. She had to be real. No hallucination should be able to do that.

"I'm real, jeez. If you were dreaming, you would've woken. If I was a hallucination, I wouldn't have been able to do that." She said like everything was common knowledge. "Not even my hallucinations could physically touch me."

Ekko just stared at her. He was bewildered. Jinx. She was alive.

"Are you just gonna stare, or..?" She asked, her voice almost skeptical.

"I'm looking at a ghost." Ekko muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yeah, I guess it feels like that for you." She sighs.

Jinx looked around the room. An awkward silence washed over them. Moments passed. Then seconds. Then minutes. Ekko just stared. Jinx stared back. Then Jinx broke the silence.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, Ekko. I..." She took a breath. "I have my reasons. It's just-"

"Reasons for what? You did a lot of things, you know." Ekko countered, his voice almost hostile.

Jinx flinched at the harsh tone. "For faking my death. For leaving. I just-"

"You just what? You left me, Vi, Zaun!" He snapped, his tone bitter.

Jinx instinctively stepped back. She took a deep breath. "I just couldn't anymore! I could stand in Vi's way of happiness! I could risk hurting you anymore!"

Ekko froze. He didn't know what to say. Jinx continued talking.

"I'm a jinx, Ekko! Everyone who gets close to me dies, whether I'm pulling the trigger or not! It happened with Mylo and Claggor, Silco, even Isha!" Hot tears streamed down Jinx's face as her small form trembled. Ekko wanted nothing more than to hug her, to comfort her and tell her everything was okay. But he couldn't. He was frozen.

"I made a mistake coming back here! You and Vi were doing fine! Now here I come, messing everything up like I usually do." She continued. Ekko could feel his heart breaking.

"Jinx..." He began, his voice no more than a low whisper.

"No, Ekko! I'm a danger! A hazard! I'll just hurt you! I'll hurt everyone-!"

"Jinx!" He said louder, his voice firm but still soft. He took a step closer, Jinx took a step back.

Ekko has saved her before. He can do it again. He knows it.

He slowly took another step forward. Jinx didn't step back this time. Ekko slowly reached his hand out, and gently placed it on her arm.

"Jinx. Powder..." He began, his voice a low whisper. "You are so much more than that. You are not a jinx. You never were..." He moved his hand to her shoulder, looking into his eyes. "And you never will be." He told her.

Jinx just stared back at him. Hot tears continued to fall down her cheeks, stained black with her mascara. Ekko slowly engulfed her into a hug, his touch loose as he was unsure. Unsure if this was okay. Unsure if Jinx was okay with it.

After a moment, Jinx hugged him tightly. She buried her face into his chest, letting out sobs. Ekko hugged her just as tightly.

Then someone entered. It was Scar. "Hey Ekko, I'm-" He froze as he saw Jinx. He was immediately on guard.

Ekko gave him a stern look, holding Jinx tighter against him. He mouthed one word, "leave", his expression leaving no room for question.

Scar hesitated. He gave Jinx a few strange looks, but then he turned to leave, closing the door behind him. Ekko let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Ekko?" Jinx's broken voice spoke quietly.

"Yes?"

"Why haven't you turned me away?"

"..." He hesitated. He didn't know. "The thought of it feels wrong."

"There's more to it than that." She insisted.

"Maybe." He began. "But I don't even know what it is."

Jinx giggled and looked at Ekko. Her cheeks were stained black by her mascara.

"You look..." Beautiful. Is what he wanted to say. But instead, he said something stupid. "Like a mess."

Jinx huffed and rolled her eyes. "You're jealous."

Ekko raised an eyebrow. "Of what?"

"Of the fact I'm still pretty even when I'm not." She smirked.

Ekko rolled his eyes. He paused before speaking. "You know, we can build something new. Something better. Stay here, Jinx. It may be complicated, especially since you're supposed to be dead, but we can do it. We'll build something new." He took a deep breath. "Together."

Jinx looked shocked for a moment before she smiled. "I like that idea."

Ekko nodded.

"Do you promise?" She asked quietly.

"I promise." He smiled.

Jinx hugged him once again, tightly. Ekko returned the embrace. A happy, almost excited smile was on his face.

"Thank you, Ekko." Jinx whispered. "For this. For everything."

Ekko's smile grew softer. "Of course."

[sharkyisashark]

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Aight, two stories in one night :') Couldn't think of any ideas, so I went to chat gpt :') It actually cooked today, so I thought I'd make a timebomb story based off of it. <3

(chat gpt prompt) Thought it'd be super cute if it was based a few years after season 2's ending. So Jinx has been "dead" for a while. Ekko has his suspicions she was alive, but the letter sort of just proves it. The last piece of evidence. Anyway, enjoy!

Ekko was sat looking silently out of his stained glass window. Looking quietly out at the large tree, it's long branches creating soft shadows that draped through the room. In his hands was a letter, no name, no address... nothing. He at first thought it might've been from Vi, considering she usually visited him, often to catch up, or help Cait with a case... But now, he wasn't so sure. Vi's letters were never this... ominous. Ever since the war, things had been... good? Piltover had somewhat created peace with the Zaun now, and things were probably the most peaceful they'd been in years. And yet for Ekko, he just felt... lost. Like a part of him was missing. It drove him insane. He finally got what he wanted, hadn't he? A happy ending. He could relax, and be with the people he cared about. But, he had to realise what the problem really was eventually... He had to realise who this was really about. Jinx. The girl he cared so much about, the girl who had deserved another chance.. was gone. There wasn't a goodbye, there wasn't even one last glance. She had just... slipped from his fingers, vanished from his life, within an instant. He'd been sort of living in shock for the first few months, things had felt all.. weird, dreamy. He couldn't process it, she was gone..? She couldn't just.. die? Even when Vi had told him, the person he'd trust with his life... he still couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. So he didn't, wasting years of his life on some fantasy that she was still out there... somewhere. And he just needed to find her. But never the less, he grew out of that. Forcing himself to recognise how much time he was wasting. He gave up, there was no finding a dead person. He'd spent so long trying to go back to normal, to forget about her, to move on. And when he finally did. He finally felt okay... he finally felt like himself, like he could be released from whatever turmoil was stirring inside of him... This damn letter arrived at his door. He spent days putting it off, he knew it could never be... from her. But he just felt- scared? Excited? Terrified..? Eventually though, Ekko did what any rational person would do. He opened it. His fingers trembled around the paper, chewing on his lower lip as he tugged the card out of it's casing. Stunned as a colourful variety of confetti erupted from inside of the note... settling itself over his desk. There must've been some... event in Piltover, some invite... surely there was something- He felt himself pale slightly as his gaze landed over the page however, soon realising that there weren't many words spread across the paper, maybe a few "hello"s scribbled in blue pen, and rather large "Boom!"s written in red... But it was enough to make his head spin. Those familiar scribbled monkey faces, or quirky little stick figures, drawings of people he could recognise from miles away. It made his heart hurt, this had to be some cruel joke...? Some delusional prank. But he knew otherwise, he'd learnt to memorize the childish lettering, the bright colours... everything that made Jinx... Powder. The part of her that was still in there... the part of her he fell in love with. With an exhaled breath he hadn't realised he was holding, he read over the only coherent text; on the bottom of the page. 'see you in a blink?'

Words cannot explain how fun this was to write <3 I'm thinking I might turn this into a sequel? Tell me what you'd think of that! Anyways! Requests are always open annddd join my community? It's new and we need members, just for chatting and making arcane friends :) Community invite .ೃ࿐ - sharky 🦈

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ My hero academia x reader inspired by jinx ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

8 | The Edge of Madness

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“If you take one more step, there’s no going back.”

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The city was burning. Or maybe it was just your mind.

The air smelled like smoke and gunpowder. Your ears were ringing from the last explosion. Sirens howled in the distance, but they were too late.

They were always too late.

You stood alone in the wreckage, gripping the detonator so tight your knuckles went white. The last bomb was strapped to your chest.

One press of the button, and everything would be gone.

No more fighting. No more running. No more anything.

“Do it.”

“Stop.”

“They don’t need you.”

“He does.”

Your vision swam, the voices in your head screaming over each other. You squeezed your eyes shut, but it didn’t help. They were inside you. They were you.

And then—

A hand, gentle but firm, wrapped around yours. A familiar warmth.

A voice, soft and steady, cutting through the chaos.

“Don’t do this.”

Your breath hitched.

Mirio.

You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. If you saw his face, you knew you’d break.

“You should’ve run,” you muttered. Your voice barely sounded like your own.

Mirio’s grip on your hand tightened. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to keep you here.

“I wasn’t going to leave you.”

A bitter laugh crawled up your throat. “That’s stupid.”

“I don’t care.”

A flicker of anger sparked in your chest. You yanked your hand away and whirled on him. “Why do you care so much?”

Mirio didn’t flinch.

His expression was open, raw, real.

“Because I love you.”

The world tilted.

Your breath caught in your throat.

No. No, he couldn’t—he shouldn’t. That wasn’t how this worked. You were supposed to be the villain. The broken one. The monster.

He should hate you. He should fight you. But instead—

Instead, he was standing here, in front of you, eyes filled with something you didn’t know how to name.

And you hated him for it.

You shoved him, hard. “You’re an idiot, Mirio.”

He barely stumbled.

“I know.”

“You’re wasting your time!”

“I don’t think I am.”

“You should!” Your voice cracked. “I’m not worth it!”

Mirio exhaled, slow and steady, like he was grounding himself. Then he stepped closer.

“You are to me.”

Your chest felt too tight. Your nails dug into your palms.

“You think this fixes anything?” you spat. “You think saying that makes a difference?”

“It makes a difference to me,” Mirio said, and his voice broke—just a little, just enough to shatter something inside you. “I know you’re in pain. I know you feel like there’s no way out. But I see you, y/n. And I’m not leaving.”

Something inside you cracked.

It was too much. Too close.

He was standing in front of you like you weren’t a villain, like you weren’t too far gone.

Like you were just you.

A sob tore its way out of your throat. Your legs buckled, but Mirio caught you before you could hit the ground.

His arms wrapped around you, tight, like he could hold you together when everything else was falling apart.

You gritted your teeth. “You should let me go.”

His hold only tightened. “No.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “I don’t know how to stop, Mirio.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt. Your chest ached.

For so long, you had been waiting for someone to stop you. To pull you back before you went too far.

And somehow, it was him.

It had always been him.

Your grip on the detonator loosened.

And then—

It slipped from your fingers.

Mirio caught it before it hit the ground.

A long silence stretched between you. Your heart was still pounding, but it was different now. Less like a war drum. More like something alive.

Mirio let out a breath. Relief, warm and soft. He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“You’re not alone, y/n. You never were.”

And for the first time in years—

You believed him.

The war didn’t end that night.

But something inside you did.

And maybe—just maybe—

You were finally ready to start again. And with mirio, there was a way that you somehow could.

Previous Parts: P1 , P2 , P3 , P4 , P5 , P6 , P7

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I hope y’all enjoyed this series, Thank you for reading!

[lordofmelancholy]

Timebomb Metro AU?

(AU created by me and buddy Jay-strun)

So me and my buddy (name found above) got a lil silly and accidentally created a new Timebomb AU? Inspired by the Metro (exodus) Series, that wonderful Russian post apocalyptic games A little overview is that Jinx Vi and Ekko (and everyone else) was part of a Metro Station Known as The Lanes. Metros are called "Zaun" instead of "the metro" and the surface is called "Piltover" or "Topside" In this AU Piltover essentially takes over the role of Polis, a collection of stations, located at the heart of the Metro. Like Piltover, Polis is known as a station with wealth and power, known to be more "advanced" than other parts of the Metro. However in this case that power often goes to their head. Piltover has taken over much of the surface world, but because they are greedy, many parts of it still wanna take the metro as well. So they make their own subway territory and just play battleship with other territories, grabbing parts over the years.

The AU mainly happens when the Gang are adults and tensions between Piltover (or Polis) and Zaun are at an all time high.

Caitlyn and Vi are part of Polis and have a like/dislike of the Rangers after they move to D6.

Jinx is a former bandit who was being hunted by Polis but is now recruited into the Rangers instead. Much like in Arcane the reason Vi is with Caitlyn and the Polis is because the pair (jinx and vi) got separated while young. Jinx makes a living as a bandit in her teenage/adult years but the only REASON she did it is because Bandits have freedom to go in and out and outside explicit territory lanes.

Which means she has more freedom compared to others to leave and go and search for her sister who she has a nagging inklike is still alive but she doesn't know where.

Being a bandit helps get supplies but also bartering material to get information out of someone. But the issue is, Jinx is also chaotic as shit. She's good at her job but also tends to cause trouble

Usually it's accidental, hence the "Jinx" nickname she's known by in the metro. But also sometimes it's just her being her. So when word spreads about this chaotic trouble maker bandit, Polis hears about it through the vine and as such is worried about the potential of her causing trouble there. Deep down Polis really doesn't care but Polis is also looking to get something out of her capture since life in the metro is fucked beyond belief and any scrap of something is still something. Polis has it, which means if they have her they can barter her.

Vi and Cait know about the rumors surrounding this chaotic dumbfuck, but because she's going by the name Jinx now,  Vi doesn't know who she is. But because she has a bounty on her head, Vi and Cait take the opportunity to hunt her down for Polis.

Which is kinda what Jinx want's because deep down she has a feeling that if she makes enough noise something will come about her search for her sister.

But because she's also causing trouble out the wazoo, Jinx is basically force recruited as a Ranger. Ranger in the Metro series are essentially a group of elite battle-hardened soldiers. Consisting of the most skilled and deadliest warriors in the whole Metro, they roam the wasteland helping settlements, as well as fighting bandits and mutants alike while serving as protectors of Polis, however due to Polis' bullshit a lot of split off from Polis and have just been making a living doing what they've been doing under a more "free banner" Jinx is force recruited as a ranger, given a babysitter and a new job in the hopes it'll keep her loose canon crap in line long enough to keep her alive because lets face it the rangers WANT HER she's good at what she does, she's great at her job she just needs to calm the fuck down

THUS ENTER RANGER EKKO

who doesn't like this JUST as much as Jinx does, but HOLY CRAP Does he think she's stunning. After some time together you find out that Ekko and Jinx grew up together! That the metro they used to live in, “The Lanes” was once a thriving station that got destroyed and as it turns out it's Powder's fault and that's why they got separated. She was experimenting and caused a big explosion and the nosalises broke in. 

as a result she tries to be a loner

but let's face it her mental health refuses to allow it. As a result she wants to be alone but she also hates being alone because she's never really been alone, ever in her life. And even though she hates Ekko he's also literally the first person to ever be in a room with her for longer than 30 minutes since The Lanes. He's from The Lanes too, having worked to become a Ranger after the accident at the lanes when the OG Rangers showed up to clean house and eradicate the station. They took him in to Polis, which Ekko hated since " all that glitters isn't gold" and Polis isn't what it seems when you actually Live in it. This being timebomb, Ekko and Jinx still of course have a connection. But it's more of a DENIAL OF FEELINGS, JINX IS TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING TO HIM, because of course they can never make things fuckin easy on themselves.

They work well together

but they don't work well together

Until something happens Now the thing about Jinx is she has a "connection" of sorts to Demons, large bat-like aerial surface predators that patrol topside, and are at the top of their food chain and deadly to both humans and mutants alike.

Jinx likes them because much like her they’re a source of chaos but also them being able to fly also gives her a sense of freedom.

Anarchy in its most primal form. She loves to hunt them. Loves to encounter them

And Ekko loves being at least 20 miles away from them.

The Accident happens when their topside while they're on patrol counting kills as usual. It's all going well, they're experts at their craft and they never fail on a mission. Ekko is smart and resourceful and always restocks the outposts and caches and is never caught unawares

BUT during this patrol, he and Jinx end up having their first real connection moment together during which Ekko is thrown entirely off his game as he realizes there are feelings building for her that he hasn't felt since he was younger. And while he's off his game, they end up getting jumped by a demon that Jinx wanted to study and Ekko is slow to react and gets grabbed. Jinx of course handles it but on the way down he lands face first and his mask cracks.

Jinx scrambles through looking for filters because he's running out, only to realize THOSE are gone too, during which she remembers they were on the way back until she got distracted with the demon.

It's HER fault he's running low, and somehow she blames herself for the mask breaking too.

Now she's in panic mode because life with him is unbearable but never once in her life did she plan for life WITHOUT him.

As a result she panics because like always stated with timebomb, their Soulmates. They can't be without each other and it's a fact both are coming to grips with because why else would everything still pull them together even after years apart. As a result, She saves him

She helps him

and then she spends half of her time just 

(and she kills a Librarian on her own to take shortcut back to D6 which immediately gives her a TON of credit because not only is it a fucking Librarian but now there's a very handy shortcut that doesn't involve long stretches of open ground to reach a dense urban area)  While Ekko's recovering she's sitting on the counter beside his cot exactly like this. She's also gone the second he starts gaining lucidity again and acts like she wasn't hovering the entire time he was out of it. Deep down he doesn't blame her despite what she thinks. She didn't intend for his mask to break.

Plus he's seen how she is with Demons, she IS cautious, she is alert when it comes to them. But things in the wastes can change 1 2 3 so deep down while people can be well prepared as hell, they can still run into issues.

He doesn't blame her, it's just literally wasteland bad luck. Maybe he is annoyed about the situation. Maybe he is a little annoyed with her

but she did help him

She saved him. At the risk of her own life when people would have just left him to die because survival of the fittest is the motto of the wastes

but she's here

She saved him and maybe that knowledge helps him realize that split second of realizing deep down that nothing has changed really about them compared to when they were younger. Nothing really, they're still the same, they still care, they just grew up having a hard time realizing it and coming to terms with it. She saved him and this almost uncharacteristic nervousness she's letting off around him is unbecoming of her. He notices it when she avoids him. She's happy he's awake but she's avoiding him now, and he knows why. Deep down he knows why. And he doesn't like it. So when he's finally able to stand for more than a minute without getting lightheaded he goes to find her and finds she's off by herself.

She doesn't want to have this conversation and so she tries to leave, but he corners her against a wall. She's expecting shouting, yelling, blame being thrown.

But imagine her shock when he doesn't do that.

No yelling.

No screaming.

All he does, as quiet as Ekko usually is, is cup the back of her head

close his eyes

and press his forehead against hers.

"Thank you" Forehead-presses with a hand on the back of the neck is a gesture that died with The Lanes, maintained only by Ekko, Jinx, and Vi, now. And only Ekko and Jinx can do it properly, and maybe Ekko isn't even thinking as he does it but JINX is. And while she accepts the gesture she ushers that they go back to being rivals for a bit because she is NOT ready for anything with him, just wants everything back how it was before he almost died. Because it's Ekko and timebomb and they just have to make shit complicated >:(

There's another near-death thing that happens later on where this time it's Ekko saving her and/or others. And Jinx realizes then that Ekko is kinda, like, drawn to death. SHE already tends to get the "heebie-jeebies" around him because it feels like the supernatural parts of the Metro gravitate toward him. Ekko is like a magnet for the weird and the strange and the otherworldy in the Metro. Almost like it's following him wherever they go, or laying in wait for him. So often their paths are blocked and they have to enter the haunted tunnels, and that's what spurs Jinx's initial dislike of him because ironically he just seems like a bad luck charm to her. And in addition, Death always seems to be chasing him, always hunting him, they're just both really "lucky" and also skilled and they nearly always manage too scrape by

Nearly always

Except now, twice, he's been on the threshold. And as it turns out, he’s ok with that because even now just like in Arcane, he still has that strong blooded sense of martyrdom coursing through him. Everyone knows him for it. It's why his code-name is Savior

He's the only man to never leave another to die in the wastes.

He's the only one ever brave enough to actually rescue people instead of leaving them behind for dead. And perhaps people use the term savior as a way to make fun of his ideals as it is a dog-eat-dog world down there in the tunnels, but he takes it in pride because he knows the more he shows off how life can be without the factions fighting that maybe something might change.

Even if He has to die to show it.

But death never takes Him

Comes close but it never touches him

It always instead goes for people around him

It's as if Death is scared of him, but also reminding him it's still around

Why else would it have tried to take Jinx with it

Death is scared, not just of Ekko, but of Jinx as well

"Cause no matter what I do, I just can’t seem to die. . ." as she had once said to him during one of their more somber moments together where they would talk until the moon was high in the sky.

Death knows that in order to get them, it has to be patient. It has to be cunning

It has to wait silently.

Has to wait until they both don't suspect it before it can pounce. Before it can choose which one to take, and the choices it has are grand

A hero martyr?

Or a raging ball of Sun-fire

The choice is easy. Because who would'a thought the moment that would happen. The moment that death finally decides which one to try and take would also be the moment that death would grow a sense of humor.

Because it was funny. After all it was fucking Ironic for death to have shown up the moment

The exact moment. That they finally reunite with the lost sister

and her sisters new friend

Ekko and Jinx had been so comfortable with one another that in a slip of the mind, they forget momentarily that Jinx has a bounty on her head still that Polis is still gunning for. The other factions give up, they really don't fucking care, but Polis (piltover) has a score to settle with Jinx for past aggression's. But Jinx and Ekko are smart, they never go near Polis territory, always stay away from there unless they have to and even then they give the territory line a berth, always stay near home or ally territory.

They don't come to them

So Polis comes to them instead.

In the form of an ambush.

But it's an ambush that goes horribly wrong.

Because it's Vi who Caitlyn sends out to distract their quarry when they finally find them.

It's Vi who stops them. Who realizes who they are.

It's Vi who momentarily forgets what she's supposed to do when she runs into her long lost sister and there's a moment of peace as she embraces the one she's been searching for even after all this time.

The thing about the wastes, is having an easy trigger finger is a good thing. Being able to shoot from the hip is a god-sent trait that many wish they could have.

It's also one that Cait is famous for.

Because she's flighty. She's focused, but she's always itching to pull the trigger because that's what the wastes teach you to do to anyone who isn't an ally.

It's why Vi still speaks fist before words.

Until this exact moment

The one time she doesn't raise fists

Is the one time she needs too No one knows what happens

what truly happened anyways, because it all went down hill so fucking fast.

Perhaps the two Polis had moved too close to the Ranger territory line. Perhaps a scout noticed. Perhaps past aggressions cause tensions to rise faster than any because the Rangers take the presence of the Polis as an act of war or aggression.

After all, compared to all other factions, Polis has never been too friendly. They are prone to hostile take-overs so as a result people are antsy.

After all, you really think Cait woulda just brought Vi with her?

Nope

Just like her descent upon Zaun in the show she brings a tiny shock team with her, safety in numbers of course. They are efficient but perhaps too efficient because their presence alone makes everyone nervous as hell.

All they had to do was wait

just wait

For Jinx to come into view and someone could've taken her, either taken the shot or her into custody no one cared at this point

But they don't intend for Vi to recognize her.

Don't intend for a "flighty" subordinate to escalate things because they can't keep their mouth shut. Don't intend for that same subordinate to make Cait, who's already headstrong on the mission nervous What happens next is a near total fire-fight. Jinx doesn't trust any of them.

And it breaks her heart to think that instead of putting the effort into finding her like Jinx did with her, that instead Vi would settle up with one of the most hostile factions this side of the metro.

Vi doesn't want to fight.  For the first time she never wants to fight

She wants to explain

But now everyone's nerves are running hot and everyone's trying to kill each other and now Vi has to worry about self protection. She doesn't want to hurt her sister. But she doesn't have much of a choice.

Ekko is far from Jinx during this whole thing and all he knows is that the Polis are enemies. He never trusted the Polis, no one does. His reaction to them is no different from how he reacted to Vi with a Piltie in the show.  So of course Ekko's first instinct  despite everything is to Protect Jinx. He knows they want her. He knows how Polis work. They'll kill her before they even talk to her.

So it's simple

Get to her, don't let the Polis beat him to it.

But they do.

Ekko doesn't know who takes the shot.

But he's surprised he actually hears it with all the noise.

The shouts the screams and the gun fire.

He's literally four seconds away.

And all he hears is basically a simple

Pop And it's a pop that shocks both Vi AND him. Because despite it being no different than any other pop their currently hearing, something in it just tells them to simply

look up

And when they look up,

Jinx is already paler than she's ever looked.

It's Cait who holds the gun.

It's Cait who aims

But it's less for the bounty, and more solely because she was protecting Vi.

It wasn't really her fault.

In the end it's just like everything else in the Metro. Everyone was just protecting what they owned.

Ekko-Jinx

Cait-Vi

Polis it's men

Ranger it's territory.

But history has a funny way of repeating itself at the worst times.

How funny it really is.

Ekko gets to Jinx. He holds her, tries to stop the bleeding even with Vi screaming in his ear, apologizing, saying it wasn't supposed to go like this. But Ekko can't hear anything, his sight and his hearing are pinpointed directly to the thing he's trying to keep alive. That is

. . .until something else breaks through the fog in his head.

The thing about the metro is nothing is ever concrete. Nothing ever goes right. What should have been a simple firefight, turns into something worse.

When a roar breaks through the gunfire.

It's a roar that haunts Ekko, above all things in the wastes. Something that draws his blood to ice. It haunts Vi, and even would have haunted Jinx had she been coherent enough to hear it.

In fact, it's a roar that haunts everyone

Especially those survived the Lane attack all those years ago

Nosalises are ticky lil bastards.

Always hungry they go where the noise is because that's where the food is, and the rangers have always had an issue with culling their numbers down to a manageable population because they hide in places that rangers can't get to without compromising precious tunnel space that they need.

The firefight had basically acted like ringing the Dinner Bell.

One roar becomes two. Two four, four eight, eight sixteen and soon their growls alone overtake the sound of the gunfire as large hulking bodies make their way from not only down the tunnel line but from the holes in the walls and the ceiling.

They're hungry, they smell blood, and even a small group of Nosa can easily overwhelm fortified positions in large enough numbers, and maybe the Rangers guarding the outpost are happy to whatever god they still believe in down here that they're at a checkpoint and not the main gate. There's some distance between them, the main bunker, and the checkpoint, so for a moment, surprisingly, Polis and Ranger both do their best to take down the pests.

They can deal with their own personal shit later

No one wants to be torn apart like this.

Even this is too much.

Guns turn from each other to the beasts, but Ekko doesn't fight.

For the first time in his life he runs away

He's got something more precious to protect.

To keep alive other than himself.

But some Nosa spot him as he runs and even the mad dash down the subway tunnel is enough to hurt his knees even at the breakneck speed. Jinx doesn't even weigh anything.

But she's almost. . .dead. . .weight. . now

So still so quiet. When the Nosa finally start to close in, Ekko is almost. . .so willing

To simply sit down with her.

To sit down and know and accept that, if they are to die that he wants to die with her.

Fuck the Polis, they can't have her.

Fuck the rangers, the tunnels, the monsters, the radiation fuck it all. Fuck everything. Fuck his idea of peace and shit. Fuck the factions fuck it all. Fuck everything.

Nothing matters if she's not around.

He's come to know that.

Accept that. Absolutely cherish the notion of her forever being by his side. Without her, life seems so pointless. She's been the only thing to ever make him happy. To help him make true sense of all he was fighting for. To make light of all he was fighting for.

And if she is to die.

He doesn't want her to die alone

So many die alone. . .he remembers the finale hours of the Lanes, the screams the blood the roars the terror. . .he doesn't want to go through that. . .he's always been so alone

He doesn't want her to be alone, not anymore. She never deserved that. He knows she hates to be alone.

But they’re not alone

not quite

The distance between the Nosa and them is short, so at a point Ekko finally stops. He finds a corner. Someplace dark, and curls up with her pressed against him. Holding her close.

and he waits

thump thumpthump

and he waits and he waits for teeth and claws and the end.

but all he hears instead is a yelp; a short series of yelps and whines and all of a sudden he gets a headache, something fierce and something suddenly talks to him. It's like an echo, not one his brain is used too, so it bounces loosely around and it thumps and it knocks and it hurts like hell but the voice is soft.

It tells him to get up and go.

To move while he still has time, and Nosa are still squirming about, whining and whimpering and scratching at their heads.

He doesn't know what makes him move. But when one leg pushes up the other follows and he starts moving again.

The voice tells him things as he moves.

Stop

Wait

Go

Hide

Move

And he listens to every command that he's given. Until he finally see's the main gate so close to the end.

The Voice speaks to him a few more times

Good

Almost there

Not far

I help

Almost Home

(Home)

What a fuckin word.

The voice stops right at the main gate. And Ekko has just enough strength once it leaves and makes him feel drained to bang and shout and beg for them to open, to help.

The Rangers recognize his voice. They open it within seconds of noticing him and Ekko just has enough strength to tell what happens, to tell them to go down the tunnel line and see if there are any survivors.

He's a high name in the Rangers, so he tells them whoever left not of their side is to be taken as prisoners.

The world goes dark after that, with his only thought left being of that if this is it, that if this is the point in which death takes her

to at least have death be kind enough to take him with her if she goes.

The world is dark for about a week.

When Ekko wakes up he's hurt, but he's alive.

And the first, the literal first thing he wants is her.

To know if she's dead or alive.

 If she's alive, where is she?

If she's dead, where did they put her body?

To his relief and his shock, he finds out she's still alive. By some grace, death was still scared of them just enough to let her live.

He asks where she is, and they tell him and despite his injuries, he automatically forgoes them and goes to her.

But as he goes, he passes by where they keep the prisoners.

And there he sees them

Vi Cait and all other members of the Polis who survived the Nosa's. Vi sees him and automatically starts talking, asking about Jinx, shit like that but Ekko surprisingly ignores her and keeps walking passed.

Jinx is alive. If she stays like that, he'll allow her to decide what to do about her sister. He'll let her decide, let her make the decision. It's the least he can do for her.

He finds her on the other side of the compound. Turns out, surviving both the Polis AND Nosa at the same time makes you a sorta star, Ekko had to have known that, all he kept getting was commended.

The spot she's in is a spare bunk away from prying eyes. And before his body even knows what it's doing, he's suddenly curling up next to her. He doesn't even cry.

He just

presses his forehead against hers and relishes the soft warm fan of breath against his chin and neck.

He dozes with her, sleeps with her in ways he does with her when they're alone on encampment topside.

But about an hour or so, that voice is back in his head.

And it doesn't hurt him as much as it did before.

And it tells him to come topside

That it wants to talk

And it's almost like Ekko is entranced, but he "follows" the voice from the tunnels to a roof topside. And there before him stands a Dark One.

It is one he vaguely recognizes.

He's passed by it before, when he was with Jinx topside all those months ago. He's helped it before. And he knows it's been following him. But why is it here?

Before he can say anything regarding that however,

His first instinct is to thank it

For saving her. For saving him

But why

It's then sorta like the games that we learn about the Dark Ones.

About how the Dark Ones never intended to hurt anyone or to cause the death of humans. But how their very presence and psychic influence often drives certain individuals mad, and how because of that it leads nearly all to believe that the Dark ones were Malevolent and thus treat them violently.

The Dark One's were going to leave the humans. Say fuck it and not bother with them anymore.  But Ekko, because of his kindness, had begun to change their mind.

Through him, the Dark One's also learn of what it is to be human. About how ideals (like Ekkos) come second in the end to the true nature of being human, which is caring about those above yourself.

Ekko used to save people because of his ideas.

He saved Jinx because he loved her.

and because Ekko was also kind to them, the Dark ones basically repaid the kindness by aiding his escape.

But they need a favor. Turns out Polis is doing more than grinding axes with the metro's and stealing territory, they are also grinding axes with the Dark Ones, they seek to eradicate them. And now the Dark One needs Ekko's help before it's too late.

So just like the Metro games, you have a choice.

Go through with helping them

or let them fend for themselves

(WE'RE NOT MONSTERS SO WE HELP THEM)

And then it's sorta like the games. You go through some missions, now sadly by yourself since Jinx is out of commission, and you help the Dark Ones throughout them. But in doing so at least in this case, you learn that the dark ones also have information regarding the Rangers.

Their encampment is not safe. Next on the list for Polis is the Rangers and their territory.

Because the dark ones can read the minds of humans and mutants alike, the Dark One who saved Ekko and Jinx finds out that through the mind and memories of one of the Shock team Cait took with them during their attempt to capture Jinx, that Polis plans on attacking the Rangers in an ambush on their next list toward conquest of the entirety of the Metro.

With this information, Ekko can now prepare for the fight that no one knows is coming or when.

And as an added bonus, the Dark One also allows Ekko the split second to see Jinx from time to time. Because of them, when he's topside during one section of this "mission", he's able to find out when Jinx is waking up, and make it there before she does so he can be there when she does.

And much like before, it's a tender moment. It's a little different from before because now both understand each other's feelings.

They understand now.

Even tho Jinx has to make the joke of asking Ekko if he's sure he's not the Jinx, cause it seems like Death is Curtailing them at this point XD

_ _ _ "You sure you're not the jinx?"

"I'm sure. You were never a jinx either, Blue. You were a kid. A kid who wanted to help.

And look at you since then, since joining the Rangers. All you've done is help. Helped when it didn't suit you. Helped when it hurt you. Helped me, who hated you and who you hated.

And now we're helping the one thing we've always been taught to fear.

You ask me, I'd say we're both each others' good luck charms." "What you are is an idiot."

"An idiot in love."

"What"

"I love you, you maniac."

"...fuck you."

"Not gonna say it back?"

"You gonna cry if I don't?"

"Maybe. When I'm alone later."

"As if I'm ever letting you be alone again, Savior Boy."

"Lucky for me I like to keep my loved ones close."

"...you are such an idiot."

"Only with you maybe. Everyone else thinks I'm brilliant."

"If I say it back will you stop making a fool of yourself?"

"Probably not." _ _ _ They forehead press again Except this time. . . this time it's mutual

[mysteroads]

EPILOGUE: WHEN WE GET HOME

Summary: Five years later, Eraserhead's new students learn about logical ruses and meet the T.A.

Excerpt:

They all groaned, wandering off to find places to sit and pull out water bottles and snacks. Shouta and Tomura also found a patch of wall to lean against, and Tomura instantly pressed in close to Shouta’s side. Shouta smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “How was your mission?” Tomura had come home around three A.M. and had still been asleep when Shouta left for class. It’d been a pleasant surprise when he’d shown up to help with class.

“We found the black site,” Tomura said with satisfaction. “I’d like to say the final black site, but I’m not going to jinx us like that. But we found it, found nine kids, and twenty of those fucking HSPC trainers.”

“And the Commission President?”

“Found the bitch myself.” If he’d been satisfied before, now Tomura was positively gleeful. “You should’ve seen her, Shouta. The last five years have not been kind.”

Shouta glanced down at his partner, raising an eyebrow. Tomura had been technically rehabilitated, but he still had villainous reflexes, meaning he generally fought for keeps against strong opponents. “She still alive?”

“Unfortunately, yes. Shinso was right behind me.” Tomura returned his glance, smiling slyly. “Missing both her arms now though. She resisted arrest rather vigorously, tried to grab one of the kids as a meat shield. Sad, huh?”

“Tragic,” Shouta agreed, deadpan. “So Shinso came home with you then? The rest of the League back as well, I assume?”

“Yup, along with a few of your former students. You were right about the Hero Coalition including Midoriya and Bakugo. They all have the rest of the month off, if you want them for guest teachers.” Tomura leaned his head against Shouta’s shoulder, now not making eye contact. “By the way, they’re going out for drinks tomorrow to celebrate the arrest of the former HSPC President, and they want me to come along since I was technically in charge.” He shuddered.

“That’s a pretty good reason to celebrate,” Shouta allowed.

“Yeah.” Tomura grimaced. “Rumi apparently ‘knows a place,’ and the way she said it strikes terror in my heart.” He paused, then asked, “You want to come too?”

Shouta thought about it. He didn’t mind the occasional night out, but he didn’t need a precognition quirk to know that the party was going to get… boisterous. Even so, leaving his partner without someone to watch his back was unthinkable. “If we can find a babysitter, and only if we can leave before things get too loud.”

Scoffing, Tomura pulled away enough to look up at him. “Of course we’re ditching them! You think I want to endure another bout of impromptu drunken karaoke?" He smirked. "Besides, I thought it might be fun to see who can escape first without being spotted.”

Now Shouta laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “I like it. Stakes?”

Tomura’s eyes had lit up at Shouta’s laugh, and now his smile turned teasing. “Loser has to sing Let it Go the next time we have family night, and allow themselves to be recorded."

Narrowing his eyes at the thought of their very crowded monthly family get-together, Shouta accused, “I thought you hated karaoke?”

“I do, but it’s funny as fuck when you sing, and we both know that song by heart.” All three of their girls had gone through a Frozen phase, and both Tomura and Shouta could quote the entire movie, songs included.

“You really are a villain,” Shouta sighed. Their 'family' was a mix of UA staff, the League, hero friends, the Hiccups, and former students... basically their entire social circle. If he lost this bet, he'd never hear the end of it.

“I really am,” Tomura agreed smugly, then proved it by pulling him into a kiss so hot it really did wander into villainous.

[losergender]

intro post & fic list

SUNNY | lvl. 19 - he/they - white - autistic - LGBT+

fandoms | pjo, trigun, hadesgame, hadestown, epic the musical, arcane, gravity falls, sk8 the infinity, bsd, drawfee, derry girls, dungeon meshi . . .

psa | my favorite book series ("la segunda revolución" / 2rev) was written by 2 spanish authors, edited twice and never translated to any language. the fandom is pretty much me and 2 other people but i WILL post about it like it's the biggest thing ever to make you feel forced to read it.

FICS BY ME !

PJO & ALL RELATED MEDIA

"now we're living the dream (and i hope we never wake up)" -> solangelo, band au, set in the early 90s, strangers to lovers, found family, fluff (on-going, 6/? chapters)

"always gonna be an uphill battle" -> solangelo, high school au, coming of age, disabled + autistic nico, trans will solace with anxiety + he plays basketball (20 chapters, 164k)

"extreme cabin makeover" -> solangelo, nico-centric, canon compliant, slightly older characters, slice of life (nico has to spend a week in cabin 11 while his undergoes renovations), multi chaptered (3/7 chapters)

"but i'm afraid to get sick" -> solangelo, sick fic in which nico catches measles and will realizes he forgot to vaccinate his 30s boyfie, one-shot (2.8k)

"i can't hide from you like i hide from myself" -> solangelo, fluff, will washing nico's hair, one-shot (2.9k)

"the more you know" -> solangelo, trans will coming out to nico who doesn't know trans people exist, one-shot (3k)

"everytime it rains (you're here in my head)" -> solangelo, emotional hurt/comfort, disabled nico, sick fic?, nico goes through a flare up and deals with internalized ableism, will saves the day, one-shot (3.9k)

"don't know how" -> solangelo, 5 + 1, fluff, nico plans a sleepover to declare to will during it, one-shot (11k)

"riding through all these western nights" -> gen, canon compliant, set between ttc and tbotl, homeless nico meeting magnus on the streets of boston, one-shot (2.8k)

"on candy-stripe, legs the spiderman comes" -> gen (slightly solangelo?), gravity falls crossover, alive bianca di angelo, halloween special (7.3k)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

"taroko" -> ranpoe, autistic ranpo, aquarium date gone slightly wrong, fluff (5k)

"when i go (bury me six feet in snow)" -> ranpoe, christmas date gone really wrong, first christmas together, autistic ranpo, frostbite (2.9k)

"murphy's law" -> sigchuu, genderbend, post-canon, love at first sight, nonbinary sigma, stargazing, getting together (5.8k)

"it's murder on the dancefloor" -> ranpoe, autistic ranpo, whodunnit/murder mystery, getting together, somehow they find time to be cute in the middle of a murder case (6.6k)

"and the heart is hard to translate" -> ranpoe, autistic ranpo, dimension/time travelling, steampunk, oblivious pining, everyone thinks they are together (5k)

"(not strong enough) to be your man" -> higugin, oblivious pining, queer themes, coming out, undercover mission, getting together (3.3k)

SK8 THE INFINITY

"of messy hand-writing & love letters" -> renga, royal au, prince/maid, gnc reki, autistic langa, childhood friends to lovers, class diferences (on hiatus - 57k, 6/? chapters)

"i will see your body bare (and still i will live here)" -> renga, non-sexual intimacy, established relationship, first "i love you" (1.8k)

ARCANE

"the day that i met you (i started dreaming)" -> timebomb, modern au, fluff, no one dies, kindergarden teacher ekko, jinx is isha's caretaker, mild hurt/comfort, hallmark movie coded (2/3 chapters out, 19k)

2REV

"los rumores mantienen la ilusión" -> kastor/enzo, post-canon, aged up characters, lyceum teacher enzo x lyceum archivist kastor, domestic fluff (3.9k)

[the-lark-ascending69]

Okay. I dont hate it. The doomed yaoi part was great and I didn't even ship them but now i kinda do. Pretty epic moment. From an artistic standpoint, that scene is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Love how they keep ruining and redeeming and ruining and redeeming Jayce. I changed my mind, I like him now. Every single time Ekko was on-screen was 10/10, though his side quest through a parallel universe was like... I mean... it was nice, it was cool to see What Could Have Been, but other than giving him time rewind powers, the following episodes don't do much with it beyond inspiring him to team up with Jinx, but then we don't really see how they work as a team. Love the lesbian sex. Don't really get why Maddie betrayed Cait, like, is it because she cheated on her?? 😭 Mel's story... idk i feel like it lacked heart a little. HATED the fucking sexy videogame woman outfit. If she's meant to be a sorcerer dress her up like fucking one. Her mommy issues story felt like it needed more time in the oven in general. Everything about her in this season felt like it needed more time in the oven, actually.

Jinx dying is unforgivable. I thought for a moment she was going to kill Vander and save Vi, coming full circle in a beautiful way: she's letting the past go. Vander is gone but Vi is alive and they can still have a future. This time, killing a father wouldn't be tragic, but liberating, enlightening, redeeming.

But??? They just kill her?? She dies?? And maybe I missed something but I can't see how her death benefits her character arc. I don't think death needs to DO something for a character - Jayce's death is more of an inevitability and a sacrifice than anything else, he stays with Viktor because he loves him. I think it works in their case. But Jinx's death feels like... forced... like the scene was sooooo purposely written in that way. Jayce and Viktor's deaths felt like, okay, this is where the story is going and it's where it's been heading for a long time. It makes sense to end it like this. Jinx's "death arc" lasts like 5 minutes and it could have been avoided soooo easily. It feels like the writers got the idea of killing her at the end but didn't properly set the steps to lead us there in a satisfying progression. You know. Like fucking Daenerys.

It just felt cheap. Like, if her moving on and finding happiness and peace was just too hard, so they took the easy way out.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (45)

part 45 of ?? | 681 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie spends the next few days walking on air. 

I ❤️ Uncle Wayne.

45.

Eddie spends the next few days walking on air. 

Sure, they haven’t exactly defined their relationship yet. But he woke up cuddling Steve Harrington, and ever since then they kiss each other silly whenever they’re alone together. There’s even some backing each other into walls or pushing up against doors. And whenever Eddie slips into Steve’s room, he’s always greeted warmly, if sleepily. 

Steve likes to be the little spoon. Eddie likes to nuzzle into the finer strands of his thick, glorious hair at the base of his neck and press reverent kisses until one of them falls asleep. It works. 

A huge part of Eddie is still shocked that Steve is interested in him at all, after all the shit he’s pulled and some of his dumbass friends’ crap. But he’s starting to get it—to get Steve, and the way he thinks about himself as perpetually making up for his past douchebag tendencies. Which. . . . Yeah. There had been a time or two, or seven (or thirty), where Tommy H. had shoved him into a locker or a trash can or a wall, or any of the other popular kids had made a scathing (if vapid) comment about Eddie or his little sheep, and Steve had just laughed. It hadn’t felt great. 

But after Vecna and the Upside Down and nearly being eaten alive by demonic hive mind bats, all that paled in comparison. Eddie keeps telling him that, keeps reassuring him that he’s a good guy, really, because if there’s one thing he can’t stand it’s the injustice of someone undervaluing themselves and letting the world grind them down. (That’s what’s killing the kids, after all.) And if Steve reassures him right back at every turn, well. . . . That’s a surprising bonus that he’s learning to hear right alongside him. 

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Wayne stops him midway through grabbing his van keys to go pick up groceries. “What’s up with you, Ed?”

“Nothing,” Eddie fibs. “I’m just having a good day. You don’t want me to have a good day?”

Wayne raises an eyebrow. “Cut that sass. I ain’t saying you’re in a suspiciously good mood, but I am curious to know what’s made my favorite kid so happy lately.”

Favorite kid, ha. Only kid, in point of fact, and usually Eddie might remind him of that and get called a smartass. He wonders if his uncle has started thinking of Steve as part of the family already. 

. . . Oh that stirs up feelings he’s not sure he’s ready for—afraid to be too much for Steve when what they have is so new and fragile. They haven’t even seen each other naked yet, this is not the time to start doodling Mesrrs. Steve & Eddie Harrington-Munson with little black ink hearts around the words in his diary. 

As if Wayne can read his mind, the next question is, “You patch things up with Steve?”

Eddie can feel himself blushing, can feel the definitely stupid smile pushing its way onto his face. This is why he tries to put on a front of mean and scary as often as possible, but that has never, not once, worked at home. 

“I . . . might have,” he hedges. He doesn’t want to jinx it by saying anything. If it’s spoken into reality then it becomes solid, and solid things can break. Which will probably happen eventually, but he’d like to put that off as long as possible, thanks. At least long enough to get his mouth on more of Steve—

Wait, he shouldn’t daydream in front of Wayne.

Eddie tunes back in to find his uncle giving him an unimpressed stare, a faint uptick at the corner of Wayne’s non-smile that is definitely at his expense. “Well, good. ‘Bout time you boys got your heads outta your asses.”

It’s not until he pulls into the grocery store parking lot that Eddie realizes Wayne might have meant more than just talking—the fucker is perceptive when he wants to be. He just hopes Wayne doesn’t say anything to Steve. 

But he wouldn’t, right? No. No way. Where would they be without family loyalty?

[crankyweasel]

I'm back once again everyone! But for the last review or whatever, I decided to do it differently. Which, is only because, the first episode of Act III, was so confusingly crazy that I had to switch tactics, so please enjoy:

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Ep. 7:

So we actually got Ekko and Heimerdinger back but in a very weird way. Apparently the arcane anomaly sent them to a different universe where everything is peaceful and harmonious. There are some incredible bonding moments which shocked me, due to how we ended the last act;

It's weirdly nice to see the gang alive and all grown up - apart from VI who apparently died in that universe very early on ('s crazy);

Two completely unrelated points: I really don't know how to feel about alternate Vander's man-bun, and Heimerdinger can sing pretty well;

- Back to where we were before; Heim, Ekko and Jinx trying to recreate the anomaly but ending up creating a weird time machine is very on brand to me. Also mullet Jinx is not only absolutely gorgeous but that lovely moment with Ekko absolutely has my heart;

At the end of the episode Heim and Ekko trying to go back was so confusing. It seemed like Heim just sacrificed himself and then we see Ekko on the floor with, also Ekko in the anomaly bubble - but apparently alternate Ekko is still alive? - so very confusing.

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And now for our very own hobo boy Jayce:

He is apparently in some sort of arcane apocalypse anomaly thing, which, constantly felt like an acid trip (no lie). We actually get to see him gradually lose his little mind and I suppose because the war criminal himself;

This was I guess how he procured his swanky beard and he kept seeing an anomaly hallucination? - I truly have no idea, but I suspect that what we witnessed was him before the whole genocide thing.

We did see much less of him in ep. 7, so there's that I guess.

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Alrighty ep. 8:

So Mel is actually finally back, and she's an incredibly strong and smart mage woman now? Good for her honestly. Her brother Kino is actually dead (which, is sad). And I guess she's got blood ties to the Black Rose? - Ion know. But I hope she won't end up being evil in the last ep;

- She also showed her face in Piltover, which, for some reason made hobo boy mad. But he's crazy enough already so what gives. Mel did save his life though with her crazy but astonishing arcane magic - these two love each other huh. And they have a weird bonding moment as well.

Oh and the uh, Medarda family have issues, and that is all I'll say about that.

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In his entirety I have no clue what the goal of Jayce is. He is apparently taking the role of a rebellion leader against the lovely alliance of Ambessa, Singed and evolution man. Something is clearly loose in Jayce's head;

But he is apparently the big good, and he also knows what's up, so I suppose the rebellion made sense.

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I have zero fucking clue what Singed is doing right now honestly. What is up with this madman?! - Someone kill him please ( I know he won't die because he's an actual league champion, fuck him tho);

It's so very bizarre, everything he does is really. I can't tell if he's tryna jump-start Warwick or he's using him to sustain Viktor? But at the end of the ep it seems like he was transferring Viktor into Warwick, which, I can confidently say I didn't like - leave the poor creature man alone guys sheesh.

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Let us continue on from Viktor; who is I suppose a cultist now? Did that come out of Jayce committing genocide or what? Although I suppose it doesn't matter because mr. Evolution man decided to join the rag-tag fuckery of Ambessa and Singed. 'S a lovely alliance what can I say;

Moving on speaking with honeyed words Viktor was trying to recruit hobo boy Jayce who managed to get some swanky rags (nice job man), but when that clearly didn't work they decided to try to kill each other;

The breakup hit 'em hard I guess.

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Now, let's take a peak at our scorned lovers:

So Cait is back to being herself and is no longer Caitler (thank fuck - didn't like that phase). She then had a marital spat with Vi who was pissed about Jinx being arrested;

Poor Jinx is just a depressed person now, who is apparently talking to Silco's spirit/ghost who is just full of wisdom huh. Oh and she just fucked off after locking Vi in her previous jail cell. Lovely times we live in.

What I really wanna know is, did Cait ever break up with Maddie? (were they even dating, or just shagging - mystery of the universe);

Vi, you know decided to have a chat with Jinx (she still loves her lil sis), which didn't end well for her. Well and then, when Cait went to get her the lovers actually reunited. Guys jail cells are not for a good romp okay - why couldn't they have gone upstairs? Like seriously;

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In the height of this rebellion lotta people are fleeing, but plenty'o people are willing to put their fists up.

And once again an absolutely unrelated point is that we not only love Scar, but we also love Loris. And for some reason green lagoon man (whoever this enforcer may be, he's cool).

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Ep. 8: This shit was crazy..

Well apparently after everything we went through the last step was war. But what did we expected with Ambessa being a war loving bastard eh?

After talking war tactics, they immediately fell into a war zone. Which starred: Noxus v Piltover, whom was then joined by Zaun, Firelights and Jinx. - Wild shit.

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Jinx having enough of life, torching everything from her past and trying to commit suicide essentially was kinda surprising to see. She was just mad sad (she also wacked off her massively long hair, copying Vi's hair);

Then Ekko shows up from the alternate universe and tries his very best (using his time machine) to convince Jinx to not blow herself sky high. Which he managed because he joined the war with her so.

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Vi's running around, smacking the shit out of people and lumbering someone around;

Apart from punching the shit out of people with her oven mitts, she doesn't have that big of a part in the war until the crazy end of it really;

Eh well she and some others tried to reinforce a wall which was immediately smashed to bits - great jobs guys.

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Some sad news time, thems Noxian bitches killed Loris - so fuck 'em noxian soldiers.

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Cait was putting her whole soul and body into trying to kill Ambessa which didn't work;

Which, was then followed by the Noxian soldiers capturing all of em. From then on Mel came to knock some sense into her "lovely" mum (didn't help none);

Cait and Mel teamed up against Ambessa, which took a lot from both ladies, but in the end they won, with Ambessa getting rosed, Mel saving her and then having her die - crazy way to go.

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Ekko, Vi and Jinx teaming up as well was endearing to see, even if it was against weird, fucked up mind washed (and thinner?) Warwick, who lost his Vander-ness.

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Meshing everything together (because this post is probably the longest I've ever written)

Viktor became the Machine Herald, imitating god - because having choices is apparently bad and everyone's path should be set - which Jayce saw through hobo boy is an all seeing all knowing bitch (his anomaly was the future I suppose);

By all technicalities Ekko was the real saviour, as he didn't get hive minded and as such he used is nifty lil time machine to break at mr Herald man;

Jayce then talked the shit out of the situation sticking with Viktor to try and save the world - leading the belief that these guys definitely loved each other (it was a poly relationship).

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After the whole Vi, Jinx and "Vander" thing I definitely need even more therapy then I already needed;

And also Jinx pulling a resi 2 ending, with Vander-wick was both daunting, shocking, and kinda lovely - tho I am sad for Vi, she lost her crazy lil sis;

But hey, thankfully (if you can count it that) Cait and Vi stuck together (and I suppose they live together as well) which was amazing to see.

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I truly thank everyone who read through this and the previous two that I've written. It made my world, to see people liking my weird rants.

So once again thank you (whoever you may be), have an impeccable day and I'll see ya the next time I have something to write about!