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[bestwitchsam]

No Mel , not your brother, she's your sister and she's Queen Leblanc - I also told you so.

[kdyq]

Hi, I got to know your blog recently and I loved your writing, your story of Ambessa x pregnant reader gave me an idea. What do you think of a modern au (or in the series setting if you prefer) Ambessa solo mom. Where she meets the reader and sees that the relationship between the two is getting more serious and decides to introduce formally to her children, I imagine them younger but if you want with them older it would be great too!! ❤️

A piece of her world.

AU! Milf!Ambessa x Fem!reader

context: You and Ambessa meet at a art gallery and a month later Ambessa wants the relationship to deepen by introducing you to her two kids Kino and Mel at dinner.

The first time you met Ambessa she gave off an effortlessly commanding presence drew attention the moment she entered the room. It was at a small art gallery downtown where you’d been helping a friend organize an opening. She was hard to miss her tall regal figure dressed in a tailored dark cherry red suit her sharp gaze sweeping the room as though sizing up a battlefield. What started as a simple conversation over drinks turned into dinner dates late night talks and an undeniably connection.

Months later you found yourself deeply in love with the woman who somehow balanced happiness and tenderness with ease. Still there was a part of her life she’d carefully kept at arm’s length her children.

She had spoken of them occasionally Kino her thoughtful and bookish eldest, and Mel her sarcastic and optimistic youngest. But she kept that part of her life separate not out of secrecy. But out of a deep sense of protection it doesn’t mean she didn’t trust you it’s just a motherly instinct of hers.

But it all changed one crisp Saturday morning when she invited you over for dinner.

“I think it’s time you met my children ”she said over the phone with a steady tone.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure” she replied. “You’ve become important to me and I think they need to see that.”

You smiled touched by her words. “I’d love to meet them.”

When you arrived at Ambessa’s house it was every bit as grand as you’d imagined modern and elegant with high ceilings grand decor and wide windows that let sunlight flood the space.

Ambessa greeted you at the door dressed casually for once in a fitted sweater and dark jeans. She looked calm but the slight tension in her posture betrayed her nerves.

“You’re nervous” you teased gently stepping inside.

She huffed crossing her arms. “I’m not nervous.”

“Liar” you said with a smile leaning up to kiss her cheek. “It’ll be fine.”

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway and two figures stepped into the room. Kino appeared first tall and composed at eighteen with a quiet confidence that made him seem older than his years.

His dark locks in a back ponytail his brown eyes landed on you. He paused for a moment studying you in a way that felt both cautious and intrigued.

“You must be [Your Name] Kino said his tone even but polite as if he were testing the waters.

“I am” you replied matching his calm energy with a warm smile.

“And you must be Kino.”

He nodded a flicker of amusement crossing his face as his lips went into a faint smirk. “Mama talks about you. A lot.”

“Does she?” You glanced at Ambessa who stood just behind him arms crossed and exuding her usual composed demeanor.

But there was a hint of softness in her expression a subtle pride as she observed the interaction. “Good things I hope?”

“She said you’re smart and funny” Kino replied his tone teasing just enough to make you smile.

Before you could respond a smaller figure darted into the room behind him. Mel at fifteen moved with a youthful energy that contrasted sharply with her brother’s calm demeanor. Though she was only a few inches shorter than Kino her presence was just as commanding her green eyes flicking between you and her mother before finally settling on you.

“So” Mel said leaning casually against the doorway with a playful smirk “you’re the one who’s been stealing all of Mom’s attention.”

“That’s me” you said with a light laugh your gaze meeting hers. “I hope that’s not a problem.”

Mel tilted her head studying you with an intensity that reminded you of Ambessa though hers had a mischievous edge. “We’ll see.”

Kino groaned rolling his eyes as he turned to his sister. “Mel seriously can you not?”

“What?” Mel shrugged her smirk growing. “I’m just saying—”

“You’re gonna scaring them off” Kino cut her off with a sigh giving you a look that said this was a regular occurrence.

Mel opened her mouth to make a comeback but Ambessa’s voice cut through the playful tension like a blade. “Enough Mel.”

Mel held up her hands in mock surrender though the mischievous twinkle in her eye remained.

Before the back and forth could escalate even more Kino turned back to you and gestured toward the living room. “Come on” he said his voice quieter now almost shy.

“I want to show you something. Mom told me you like books and I’ve been putting together a library.”

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise genuinely touched by the offer. “I’d love to see it.”

As he led you out of the room Mel lingered behind with Ambessa. She crossed her arms her smirk softening as she glanced at her mother. “She’s better than the last one” she muttered under her breath.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Mel.”

“What? I’m just saying.”

From the doorway Ambessa watched it all unfold with a quiet intensity. Her expression softened as she observed how naturally you fit into her world. The way Kino opened up to you the ease with which you handled Mel’s sarcasm it all struck a chord deep within her. For someone so fiercely protective of her family seeing this dynamic felt like a rare moment of peace as if the pieces of her life were finally aligning.

You glanced back at her catching her eye as Kino chatted excitedly about his favorite books. She gave you a small nod In her way of saying she was glad you were here.

Ambessa watched it all unfold with a quiet intensity her expression softening as she saw how naturally you fit into her world.

After dinner you and Ambessa retreated to the back patio the stars glittering above as the cool night air wrapped around you. She poured two glasses of Syrah red wine her usual strong composure giving way to something more vulnerable.

“You were amazing with them” she said her voice low but full of emotion.

“They’re incredible kids” you replied leaning into her side. “You’ve done an amazing job with them.”

She exhaled softly her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “It hasn’t been easy ”she admitted.

“Especially after their father went away. But they’re my world.”

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore ” you said your voice gentle but firm.

Ambessa looked at you her eyes searching yours. For a moment you saw the vulnerability she so rarely let show the weight of years spent carrying the burden of being both mother and protector.

“I know”she said softly her hand brushing against your cheek. “And I’m glad it’s you.”

You stayed like that for a long time wrapped in each other’s warmth as the future stretched out before you and filled with endless possibilities.

“THE END”

AN/ TYSM @baesye for requesting this i hope I brought your vision to life. I never really thought about doing an AU ambessa x fem reader story but in the near future I will definitely make more stories in a AU once again tysm 🙏🏾🙌🏾.

+ I’m running out of photos for Ambessa so ima have to reuse them and I can’t draw for shit so I gotta do what a what girl gotta do 😭🤷🏾‍♀️.

[alternative-morenita]

Til' The End | Arcane

how much longer can you play the hero before you become the villain?

From a young age, Hyde had been groomed to lead under the tutelage of her mother until she was forced to the maternal role in her time of death. Believing that her passive-aggressive ways of leading were sufficient, she watches as an ordinary scheme shreds her new family to pieces. Having loss control over her life, she becomes a shell of herself and is terrified of her new role. As she struggles to balance her battles, an intruding figure returns home with questions and a topsider at her side.

pairing: Vi x OC [Hyde]

warning(s): sfw, canon violence, canon gore, cursing, young adult animation, 18+, themes contain fascism/racism (against mages)/dramatized depictions of mental health.

SEASON 1

ACT I

PROLOGUE

EPISODE 1 | 1.5

EPISODE 2

EPISODE 3

ACT II

EPISODE 4

[materialgworlas]

yall can get descriptive in the comments ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[kanekisfavoritegf]

the way this is still raging in fandoms is crazy even more so after this whole tianami crack ship thing. Y’all hate to see black women in love and it’s disgusting.

I made this comment under @tacticalgrandma ‘s post abt mel in arcane already but i really want to share it on here.

Something I really hate abt certain people when they consume media with a black woman as a main/ important character, who’s actions and words directly affect the plot, is that when it comes to relationships with a black woman and a man of any different race in TV or movies, people would rather see the black woman miserable and alone and deny all love and affection that character might have for their s/o. And then deciding to ship the black woman’s S/O with LITERALLY anyone else. Now hey people can have other ships that’s fine, who gives a shit. But when it comes to black women and ONLY black women. There is a significant difference in attitude, love, and appreciation for them, and their relationships than there would be for any other non black character.

sorry if my grammar is off or there are some technical mistakes i was just ranting a lil bit

@eddawrites had some amazing points too on this

[adieutristana]

Heya!! Read your rules and saw your request slots were still open. And I saw you wanted Arcane women specifically. So can I request some Mel Medarda x NB reader who reunites with the after her disappearance due to the Black Rose? Comfort and fluff where reader was worried fucking sick and is surprised she’s alive (I’m pretty sure the time jump was a year or close to a year so-). But yeah, just a lot of fluff and happy stuff. Please and thank you!! ^^

of course! thank you for requesting <3

one out of three finals knocked out, pray i survive the other two guys 😛

summary: mel and nb reader reuniting after mel’s run-in with the black rose.

characters included: mel

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying, mentions of death, s2 spoilers.

men dni.

chewing on needles. salt in the back of your throat. hair-pulling. constant screeching. nausea. lifting a searing iron. explosions.

that is how life feels without the presence of mel medarda.

without the knowledge of where she is, what she’s doing, or if she’s even alive.

things seemed to be going okay- although mel was wrecking herself about what to do with her mother in charge, harping on her and picking apart her every move, things were okay. things were good. you were mel’s rock, the anchor keeping her stable throughout all of the chaos that was piltover’s current political climate.

and then mel just… disappeared. seemingly vanishing into thin air. you searched every single spot the woman could be: her home, of course. gala halls. shops she frequented. the council room. academy properties. you’d even tried to ask soldiers stationed outside of ambessa’s quarters where mel was, but none of them could provide an answer. none of them would provide an answer.

to say you were worried sick was an understatement. you couldn’t sleep. your appetite was at an all-time low. all you could think about was mel. mel, mel, mel. you laid in bed during the early mornings, the space next to you uncomfortably empty. no shift of weight on the mattress like usual when mel got her early start. no mess of limbs as you woke up in her embrace. just you, staring at the gold-trimmed ceiling, with an indescribable pit in your stomach.

above all, you worried for mel’s safety. while a respected woman in piltover, being a council member did come with its risks. maybe someone had snapped, and taken their anger out on her, and she was gone this entire time. but you couldn’t think like that. you couldn’t, you couldn’t.

mel had been taken away from you. your darling, your dearest love. you couldn’t let anything take hope away from you, too.

your head hung uncharacteristically low as you made your way through the streets of piltover. the air hung heavy, and every little thing seemed less… appealing since mel’s disappearance. your heart ached inside of your chest as you recalled going into luxury shops with mel on the way to run actually necessary errands, as well as buying various collectibles from street vendors when they popped up.

it just wasn’t the same. being without mel for such a long time… how long had it been now? six months? you couldn’t tell. the days had begun to blur together around the two week mark. you tried desperately to search for a purpose without mel in your life, but how could you? it seemed so unfair to the woman. but you had to keep pushing. giving up would be even more unfair to mel.

another month passed. and another. still, radio silence from mel. no words from the other council members, anyone else in piltover, or even mel’s own mother.

your tear ducts had dried up long ago, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to cry. you wanted to scream from the rooftops and wail and break down so fucking badly- but you didn’t have it in you anymore. you had cried yourself hoarse. your tears had been used months ago. day and night, night and day, until you physically couldn’t. there was a lot that you just physically couldn’t.

looking out the fogged window, hoping that you’ll see the familiar, tall, elegant silhouette of the woman you loved. but you never did.

until the day you finally did.

mel cowered in one of piltover’s squares, her hands in her hair and her eyes squeezed shut. her breath increasingly shallow. but despite her curling into herself, you immediately recognized it was her. you had to get to her.

you nearly tripped over yourself running down the marble stairs. out the door. running on pure adrenaline to get to mel.

“mel! mel! mel? can you hear me? oh my god, mel…”

you panted, taking a pause to catch your breath. hunching over with your hands on your thighs, standing up and trying to maintain your balance. you saw her. in the distance- so close yet so fucking far. too far.

for the first time in close to a year, your eyes filled with tears. a dam threatening to break at any second. you have to keep moving, you have to get to mel.

mel looks back over her shoulder, and the second her eyes settle on you, she’s sprinting to see you. both of you running record-speed towards each other, without a care in the world who or what was watching.

when mel finally reaches you, her arms close around your shaking form. her eyes look directly into yours, and her hands are roaming all over you. your shoulders, your cheeks, your waist, the small of your back. grasping at you any way she can.

“are you… real?”

mel mutters. her voice is soft and she sounds so defeated.

“yes, mel, i’m real.”

you whisper, tears finally falling. once they start falling, they don’t stop- the dam broke, but it’s okay. mel is in front of you, in your arms. finally.

the woman then lunges forward to capture your lips with hers. her lips are chapped, a stark contrast to the usual softness, but you can’t help pressing into her. your arms coming to drape around her neck. even after breaking apart for air, peppering little kisses all over her face. her cheeks, her chin, her temples, her forehead. she’s here. mel is here.

mel’s appearance is a far cry from the usual curated perfection she presents to piltover.

her eyes are blown wide and tired, bloodshot. her skin is littered with bruises and blemishes. her nails are cracked and worn down, her clothes tattered. but you swear, she’s never looked more beautiful. maybe it’s the grief talking. maybe you just love her.

mel’s now-calloused hands come to cup both of your cheeks, gazing into your eyes. she swallows, her voice wavering and unsure.

“i didn’t mean to leave. i was… captured, by the black rose. i couldn’t find my way out for so long, and… i saw my brother.”

your eyes widen, and you gasp. kino? hadn’t he died years prior?

“but it wasn’t him. it was a trap. that place was filled to the brim with traps, keeping me in its grasp…”

mel trails off, her eyes still looking into yours. you were her security at this moment. she was yours.

you could only move your arms to wrap around her waist, squeezing. nestling your head into the crook of her neck and gently pressing your lips to the skin.

“i was worried sick.”

you state, voice barely above a whisper.

“i know.”

she replies, cradling the back of your head with one hand.

“i was so scared. the black rose preyed on everything i had left. every weakness, every pain in my life. i even thought i saw you at one point, but no.” she trembles. “it was another trick.”

you mutter small ‘shh’s into mel’s neck. humming, dry tears on your cheeks, assuring her that you’re there. mel is safe now. she’s okay.

“you’re here now, my love. that’s what matters..”

through tears, wiping her own with the pads of your thumbs.

“i’m real. this isn’t a trick. whatever happened back there, it doesn’t matter.”

you accentuate your words by connecting your lips to hers, again, with delicate care. as if the woman is a piece of glass that could break if handled too harshly.

mel pulls back after a moment with a somber smile, mouthing, ‘i love you.’

“i love you more.” you whisper. “we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?”

[isabelawritesthings]

The last dance

Pairing: Katarina x F!reader

Synopsis: You are one of the guests at the Black Rose Ball, and your dance partner catches your eye.

Word count: 823

Warnings: Mentions of war and death, mentions of relationship breakups.

An: I know it's just a cinematic, but my heart can't stand seeing beautiful women in fiction and not writing about them 😭 I tried to make it longer but my creative block isn't helping. (In case you're confused and only know Arcane, Garen is her romantic interest in the lore of League of Legends and Jericho Swain is the one who rules Noxus, Demacia and Ionia are regions that are at war with Noxus.)

What happened in Piltover was surprising for all of Runeterra. A simple inventor becoming a kind of God? Even more so in the city of progress? Simply surprising.

Your parents were longtime members of the Black Rose, and with Mel Medarda's return, the organization needed a distraction. And just like in the times when Noxus was a monarchy ruled by an emperor, why not have a ball?

"You look beautiful.” Your mother said to you. “Do we really have to go to this ball? Are we really going to pretend that Ambessa's daughter isn't coming back to finish us all off?" Your mother looked surprised. "You better not say things like that at the ball.” Your father enters the room. "We're going to be late like this, ladies."

It was a masquerade ball, as the Black Rose always liked anonymity, but you didn't care, you wouldn't be wearing a mask that night, you thought the masks were too ugly to wear.

“Honey, do you mind if me and your father go say hi to some friends?" Your mother asked. "No, I think I'll just dance a little." You walk out onto the dance floor, and dance with the first person you see, not caring who it is under that mask. “You dance very well," said the masked person, it was a female voice. "Thank you... Are you part of the Black Rose, or are you just one of those nobles they invited?" The person behind the mask laughed. "You tell me, you're not wearing a mask after all.”

“Those are pretty ugly." You and your dance partner change positions. "I prefer you like this without the mask, you're very pretty.” You gave a small laugh. "You must be the one who's beautiful, redheads usually are." The woman looked you in the eyes. "Maybe we could talk in a more private place." You smiled. "I'd love to." The two of you walked to the garden.

In the garden, the mysterious woman takes off her mask, you weren't wrong, she was indeed beautiful. "Nice to meet you, Katarina." you smiled. "Y/N." Katarina sits on the garden bench. "Your parents are members of the Black Rose, aren't they?” You sit down next to her. "Yes, long before I was born." She gives a shy laugh. "They're all liars and murderers... You don't look like one of them.”

“And I'm not, it's just my parents who have these crazy ideologies of theirs, if I could, I'd be in Demacia or Ionia right now, but I would rule out going to Ionia, there's a very anti-Noxian sentiment there thanks to the war.” Katarina looks at the floor. "Demacia... That name brings back memories." You looked curious. "Are you from there?" Katarina looks at you. "No, I was born right here... It's just that it was there that I lived the best moment of my life, because I found love." You looked even more curious.

“Garen, his name is Garen, he was in the Demacian army, it could never work since we are also at war with Demacia, he would probably be executed for treason if anyone found out.” She looked sad. "Jericho Swain is still going to destroy this country with those stupid wars!" She looked at you again. "I still love him, but it could never work." You changed the subject. "So, what are you doing here? You don't look like a member of the Black Rose." Her eyes looked at you intently. "Let's just say I came to finish something." You thought it was strange that she was staring at you like that.

“You're taking too much of a risk by meeting me in a secluded location, if I were a spy you'd be dead by now." You looked even more surprised. "I... I... It's just that I found you quite peculiar…” She stopped staring at you. "Peculiar? I've heard better compliments... You look like you're also trying to forget a love." She figured it out pretty quickly. "I fell in love with a girl recently, she was in the army, she ended up dying in Ionia." Katarina's face remained still. "I'm sorry." You looked at her. "Don't be sorry, this fate was already predictable.”

You lost track of how much time you spent talking to Katarina on that bench, the more you found out about her, the more impressed you were, like how she had been trained by generals from all over the country.

“I think you need to go now, your parents must be worried." She stood up. "Thanks for the evening, I needed a little chat before I do what I came to do." You stood up too. "You keep mentioning this duty you have to do tonight but you never say what it is." She looks at you. "Let's just say it involves shocking some people at this ball."

She kisses you on the cheek before she leaves, you blush slightly.

[theapollochronicles]

Arcane Imagines

Vi/Violet — The Fist of The Undercity

BANDIT — vi x vanders!daughter!reader

I Learned From You — vi x middle!sister!reader x jinx

Caitlyn Kiramman — The Sheriff of Piltover

World Gone Mad — caitlyn kiramman x female!zaunite!reader

Big Jet Plane — caitlyn kiramman x female!zaunite!reader

Powder/Jinx — The Zaun Royalty

Disease — jinx x silcos!daughter!reader

Taking What’s Not Yours — jinx x female!vastaya!reader

I Learned From You — jinx x middle!sister!reader x vi

Blue — jinx x black!male!reader

Viktor — The Machine Herald

Jayce Talis — The Defender of Tomorrow

Mel Medarda — The Wolf

Silco — The Eye of Zaun

Daddy Dearest — silco x vastaya!adopted!daughter!reader

Broken Bones — silco x biological!son!reader

Eat Your Young — silco x gn!vastaya!reader

Sevika — The Eye’s Left Hand

Ekko — The Boy Savior

[thehistoriangirl]

hi!! i love your fics, they make my day 🩷

may i request a mel x reader where reader is an insecure artist?

thank you!

Hello Anon, thank you so much! I'm sorry this one took so long 😭😭 I struggled a little with how to write it, but I hope you enjoy it 🥺

In Seek of Perfection

Mel x gn!Artist! Reader---1.3K----SFW

The floor was covered in half-finished sketches whose edges peeked shadows of charcoal; a lonely lamp filling the studio with a dimmed golden hue.

One of them caught her attention among the dozen paper balls thrown everywhere.

Still, Mel was careful not to disturb the quiet space with the echo of her heels.

“Not hungry yet?” she said, leaning over your shoulder to see a blank page in front of you, your fingers stained with black juggling with a pencil. The bowl of fruits at the other side of the working table the same since the morning. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“No, not hung—” Yet your stomach betrayed you, a growling sound interrupting your sentence.

You sighed. “I just… I haven’t done any work today either. And the exhibit is going to be in six months. I need to submit something.”

Mel let go of your shoulders, and you felt how the weight started pressing down on them again. She walked in front of your desk to grab the stool where a wooden box sat atop, filled with unused pastels.

"You know you'd still have my support even if you don't submit anything to this year's Salon," Mel told you, settling the box aside as she took a seat with her hands crossed over her lap. The Medarda ring shone with a reminder. Your duty. Your role.

The artist, and her, the muse.

“Progress’ restless, just like this city,” you muttered. “You know what happens to those who get left behind.”

You’d seen more than your fair share of colleagues erased from the galleries and classrooms when their patrons moved on to the next shiny thing. Once their mastery had slipped just like the rest of their bright ideas.

Sure, the bonds tangled between you two ran deeper than simple portraits of Councilor Medarda she could hang up in the foyer of her house to show her influence and status in this city that had become her home. Just like it was yours, now.

“Art isn’t business. It shouldn’t be rushed.”

You fidgeted with the edge of your blank canvas, taking the newspaper you had hidden once the headline creating a ball of anxiety and envy to get caught in the middle of your throat.

Yazmine LaGarc opened a solo exhibit in one of Councilor Shoola’s galleries, becoming the hottest artist in Piltover, with her ceramics adorning only the wealthiest of houses. The worst part is that she was your classmate, and now, the one who once was at the top of the class has sunk to the bottom.

From your first masterpiece, you fell into a pool of mediocrity and unfinished jobs that ended up recycled or burned in the hearth, thinking that your attempt was just beginner’s luck, and an artist couldn’t be called so if they only created something fantastic by luck.

Every day you woke up without becoming the new sensation in the art world you felt like failing, with the reminder of your parents telling you to reconsider—that you were still welcomed to their merchant enterprise.

What if you were Mel’s protegee? It was a spot so desired that one day you’d be pushed aside. You weren’t worthy enough of being her favorite painter anymore. Perhaps you never were.

"You gave me an opportunity when purchase my painting at the Academic Salon. It was because of you that my name appeared in the side columns of arts during that weekend." You chuckled, such a bitter sound. "And look what I’ve become.”

Mel hummed, the sound redirecting your gaze toward hers.

“By that standard: Would you say that I’m not an artist just because I can’t paint every day that I’m not an artist?”

You blinked, feeling flustered. “No, of course not! But, well, you have a job… and… well, I don’t.”

"You work part-time at your parents' business," Mel called your name, one of her elbows propelled over the table, elegant fingers resting atop her jawline. “I decided to sponsor you because I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. And you haven’t, but why do I feel like you’ve disappointed yourself?”

Her finger fiddled with the edge of the canvas. “You loved to do this, sitting for hours with that bad posture of yours—what happened, then? Does making not bring you joy anymore?”

Of course, she had noticed about your low productivity for the past weeks, and the lame work you'd produced the months before, results that only started raising questions in sensationalist newspapers about the so-called new art prospect. That your charm had burned out, that for the first time, Mel had committed a mistake by taking you under her patronage.

Day by day, the anger you felt toward the printed words started to drain your creative fuels, the creations bore by spite becoming absent once the disappointment settled in—so deep not even your sadness could evoke inspiration.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” you said, voice trembling. “Maybe my parents were right, and I should’ve taken the reins of the family business.”

Your vision became blurry, hot tears running down your cheeks even as you tried to furiously wipe them away. She didn’t have to see you this way, this small and pathetic.

"Have you ever wanted that?" Mel said, her voice stern. "You can always go back home, and tell them that you've made a mistake. They will take you in, and we both know it. This could end right here, back to all those days you sat on this hard wooden stool trying to create something grandiose. And yet, here you are. You are still trying." She gave you the smallest, most intimate smile. "And that's why you haven't disappointed me, why you shouldn't be disappointed with yourself."

She extended one of her hands, brushing away the tears with her thumbs before offering you one of her handkerchiefs, smelling like orange and lilies and just the faintest essence of the pigments she used to paint with, permeating in the fabric as a ghost.

“Not every painting and drawing you do will sell for millions, nor it will be praised. You can't live constantly gazing upward," Mel said, her eyes dropping to her lap to fidget with the Medarda’s family ring. "Or you'll forget about everything you have now. Everything you can take in to make art as you are right now." She called your name, the name of the self-artist burning the candle every other night to finish assignments, the one who drew and painted until your hands shook with cramps.

"I know I am pushing my hypocrisy here, but you ought to be lenient with yourself, just as you are with everyone else. With me when I must cancel my modeling sessions for my portraits." Slowly, Mel patted your cheek, the tip of your fingers playing with the tip of your ear as she sometimes did when you lay with her on the couch by the fire. “Can you try?”

From your shaking lips unable to pronounce words, you nodded.

She smiled, relieved and proud, as she had always been regarding you. From under her sleeve, Mel took out one of the sketches you discarded earlier, her hands ironing the wrinkles while pressing it atop the blank canvas.

“I like this one,” she said, pointing at a self-portrait reflected on a mirror, showing two images: one the artist, filled with rich details of decorative lines against the simple, weary face of the person reflecting in the mirror. “Art shouldn’t be all about beauty and grandiosity, my dear. Piltover’s too used to perfection, they don’t know what it takes to achieve it. Perhaps you shall show them.”

A small smile tugged the corner of your lips, feeling ashamed Mel had taken the time to observe your discarded ideas.

Mel chuckled, standing up from the seat and offering you a hand. “Well, I’d say dinner must be served already—would you like to accompany me tonight?”

[bestwitchsam]

Leblanc is coming 😭

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🎠🥀I am a lil’ bit of an amateur writer. I have been writing off and on for years, and now I’m confident about writing some fan fiction! I have not written fanfic in a hot minute, so I am a bit rusty. Just bear with me!

🎠🥀Most of my writings will be with a gender neutral reader and use they/them pronouns unless otherwise stated or requested :)! I will do my best to not include physical descriptions as well unless otherwise requested.

🎠🥀I will do my best to write all characters to the best of my ability. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome!

RULES AND FANDOMS BELOW THE CUT

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Fetish content (bathroom stuff, feet stuff, etc), some hard kinks, pedo shit, real people.

Porn without plot. Unpopular opinion, I know. #smutwithfeelingsftw

Character x Character

I WILL WRITE:

Fluff, angst, the basic stuff. Smut if the mood takes me

One shot/drabbles, headcanons, multi-character reactions.

Platonic relationships.

Song inspired requests.

Poly relationships (or I will do my best to).

I’m down for most stuff, so just shoot your shot!

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR (more to come!)

Key:

NOT MENTIONED = I will NOT write for this character

PLAIN = I’m will write for this character.

ORANGE = Character I MIGHT write for if I get a request that sparks inspiration.

PINK = Would LOVE to write for this character.

AVATAR - James Cameron Movies

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Ronal, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Quaritch, Grace Augustine

THE BOYS

Butcher, Hughie, Annie/Starlight, M.M., Kimiko, Frenchie, Maggie/Queen Maeve, Old and New Black Noir, Reggie/A-Train

ARCANE

Sevika, Vi, Jinx/Powder, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Ekko , Jayce Talis, Viktor, Vander, Silco

MARVEL

Loki, Agatha Harkness, Steve Rogers, The Wolverine/Logan Howlett

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (remakes)

Ghost/Simon Riley, John Price, Soap/John Mactavish, Gaz/Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Nikolai

BALDUR’S GATE III

Wyll Ravengard, Gale Dekarios, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach Cliffgate, Halsin, Isobel Thorm, Aylin (honestly, there are so many characters so just feel free to request any bg3 character! the only one i will not write for is astarion.)

OVERWATCH

Moira O’Deorain, Sloan/Venture (the big two. i am down to write any overwatch character so feel free to request.)

RULES

Zero Tolerance for Minors. Minors, do NOT interact. You will be blocked immediately.

Please only submit a request ONCE, & Remember to be patient. I have a busy life outside of this blog.

Do not use my work for Character AI or anything AI related.

Do not repost my work EVER!

Just be respectful.

🎠have a lovely day🎠

[olinblogin]

REQUEST MASTERLIST! (REDONE)

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What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Dandy’s World

-Pressure (only like three characters I’ll write for💔)

-Regretevator

-Cookie Run

-Arcane

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-slightly suggestive content (not full on nfsw)

-childhood romance (no suggestive stuff)

-teen romance (no suggestive stuff)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules/polyamory (multiple characters x reader)

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

- major nsfw

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rm

- extreme Yandere stuff (r@pe, cannibalism, etc)

CHARACTER’S I’LL BE WRITING FOR

ARCANE

- Viktor

- Jayce Talis

- Vi

- Jinx

- Sevika

- Caitlyn Kiraaman

- Mel Medarda

- Ambessa Medarda

- Salo

- Lest

- Vander

- Silco

- Ekko

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Tang

-Pigsy (mostly platonic)

-Sandy (mostly platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (mostly platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

COD - CALL OF DUTY (MW2/3)

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

Dandy’s World

- Dandy

- Astro

- Vee

- Shelly

- Sprout

- Pebble (platonic)

- Glisten

- Flutter (platonic)

- Toodles (platonic)

- Rodger

- Teagan

- Brightney

- Scraps

- Goob

- Boxten

- Poppy

-Cosmo

- Finn

- Razzle & Dazzle (can be semi-poly)

- Shrimpo

COOKIE RUN

- Hollyberry Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookie

- White Lily Cookie

- Golden Cheese Cookie

- Pure Vanilla Cookie

- Pitaya Dragon Cookie

- Burning Spice Cookie

- Shadow Milk Cookie

- Wind Archer Cookie

- Moonlight Cookie

- Sea Fairy Cookie

- Black Pearl Cookie

- Frost Queen Cookie

- Stormbringer Cookie

- Elder Faerie Cookie

- Crimson Coral Cookie

- Shining Glitter Cookie

- Stardust Cookie

- Clotted Cream Cookie

- Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

- Street Urchin Cookie

- Rebel Cookie

- Mozzarella Cookie

- Burnt Cheese Cookie

- Smoked Cheese Cookie

- Captain Caviar Cookie

- Financier Cookie

- Crunchy Chip Cookie

- Wildberry Cookie

- Affogato Cookie

- Tea Knight Cookie

- Lilac Cookie

- Red Velvet Cookie

- Almond Cookie

- Black Raisin Cookie

- Latte Cookie

- Kumiho Cookie

- Milk Cookie

- Werewolf Cookie

- Vampire Cookie

(There’s just a lot)

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IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTERESTS YOU CAN (in dms if you prefer) ASK IF I’LL WRITE THEM! ^^

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[fairy-writes]

1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

MENU

Sizes: 

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks: 

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials: 

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer? 

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

[alternative-morenita]

1.2 - Mysteries Unsolved

EP. 2 - MYSTERIES UNSOLVED contents: prologue | 1.1 | 1.1.5 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 |

The boisterous crowd roars obnoxiously as their adrenaline -- and substance -- blown eyes watch the deathmatch beneath them. A tall, athletically slim man hunches over his opponent with her every step, his sharp eyes follow and when she disappears in his blind spot, his pointed dog-like ears twitch.

Face shot, slip right, double jab to left stomach. Slip left, slip right. Left upper hook. 3012

Cast in his shadow, Hyde stands unravelled and alert. Her typically covered figure dawns a simple grey bandage wrap that was buckled tight across her breast, chiselled torso was on display. Her brown skin is traced with scars, black taped hands are intact and soiled with blood. Her short hair was pulled back in a puff, rogue strands brushing against her brow bone.

The two fighters pant, exchanging punches as they fall into a dance of evenly matched hits. Whenever he punched, she slipped and whenever she kicked, he blocked. A bell rings causing them to look up, the official waves an orange flag as a refurbished street sign behind flickers: Ability Round.

Right slip, left slip. Duck under, chest shot. 4036.

With that call, the fighters transform before the crowd's eyes. Sett's hands enlarge and his digits curl inwards as pointed claws begin to grow. Hyde's eyes flash green as matching coloured lines trail down her body and under the waistband of her jeans. Sett jumps forward, right fist reeled back as he gathers all of his might.

Before he could land the hit, a thick vineyard ploughs into his chest. He soars backwards, planting a crescent into the arena's stone walls. He growls, charging at the teen as his legs pick up at preternatural speed. Hyde leans forward, slamming her hands into the stone and grassy mixed floorbed. A zig-zag of weeds sprouts from the crack of force, aiming for the Vastayan.

Left jab. Slip left. Right uppercut. Double left jab, right hook. Face shot. 7900.

One after another, they wrap around his limbs relentlessly despite his attempts at cutting them down. Blinded and winded, Sett fails to free himself when a chakram slings in an arch through the grassy tendrils. He falls to his knees, confused, and as he turns around two other chakrams sling at his shoulders. Pinned to the wall, his eyes widen as Hyde suddenly appears in front of him, the metal heel of her boot connects to his chin and it forces his head against the wall.

His body slumps without further effort. The crowd then roars impossibly louder as the official, a brown yordle that resembled that of a Chilrean, lowers himself into the ring with a bag of cogs in hand. Hyde grabs the chakrams, sheathing them as she makes her way to the yordle's side. He grabs her wrist, speaking to the audience.

Hyde - 8015. Vi - 7900. Hyde - 5390. Vi - 4092.

"And your winner, Zaun's very own," he trails dramatically, "the Champion of the People... Hyde!"

A roar bursts in a round of applause; however, Hyde's reaction was stoic and empty as she accepts her earnings.

Leaving the trenches of the Underground, the crowded party streets were absent and daunting. Three figures burst from a door on her left, two masked enforcers were beating on a random Zaunian. Her eyebrows furrow, the oppressive presence hadn't raided these streets in years.

As if they could feel her presence, the officers look over at the teen. She freezes, her jaw clenching anxiously as they inch toward her. Her earthy eyes fall onto the damp wall beside her, the hum of magic echoes in her ears.

The officers freeze as she punches at a patch of moss that engrained itself within the stone. Enforcers watch the rock and moss come to life, rippling down the wall and blasting through the street. The conjured beam of earth slams against the two, allowing her to escape on foot.

Slipping into a narrow lane, she leaps, climbing effortlessly onto the roof of a building. With the wind blowing through her hair, the child of Janna darts through the sky. Beneath her, the streets of Zaun were flooded with blue suits and fancy masks.

Her face scrunches with anguish as old memories force their way from the corner of her mind. Flashes of enforcers paroling the Underground for pure pleasure as they abuse families and taunt drunkards into fights.

The closer she reaches the Last Drop, the angrier she becomes. Flipping inside Vander's office from the roof, she makes her way downstairs where an angry mob seems to have gathered around Vander and Benzo.

Sevika plants her hand on a table, face scrunched, "we should hit them back. We've got the numbers to beat them."

"Yeah," a man echoes. "Let's teach them what it means to mess with us." The others follow, their cheering sentiments coming together.

Vander and Benzo stand against the bar, unmoved. The barman lights his pipe, inhaling the substance before glancing at the crowd.

"You sure that's what you want?" A voice calls from the back, "let's do it!"

"We've crossed that bridge once before, and we all know how that ended," he states. Hyde's nose twitches, mage marks hum with power once more.

A man shakes his head, "you're just protecting your kids." Vander glances over his shoulder, the group of children that had started the issue watch silently from the shadows.

Vander shuffles in front of them. "I'm protecting our people. I'd do the same for any one of you," he softly argues. "We look out for each other. It's the way it's always been. This will blow over. We just need to stand together."

From the shadows, Hyde shakes her head. Her face tightens with anger at every pacifist word that spews from her mentor's mouth.

Sevika speaks up, "the Vander I knew, the one who built the Underground, wouldn't be afraid to fight."

Taking a slow inhale from his pipe once more, Vander steps toward the woman, looking into her eyes. "Do I look afraid?"

She snarls, unflinching. "No. You look weak."

With a sharp whistle, she begins to walk from the bar as the crowd follows. She comes to a small pause at the door, her hazel eyes glancing at Hyde's gold ones in the dark. Sevika sends a nod at the teen before leaving out into the streets. Looking down at Vander, she hops over the railing and lands on the bar.

"So, this is it?" She questions, looking off at the quiet environment of the bar.

"Enforcers raid the Lanes tireously, abusing the old, the sick, and everyone in between and we're just supposed to what? Twiddle our thumbs and hope that everything just goes over their heads?"

He sighs, "Hyde."

She shakes her head, "no. Vander, I'm not a child anymore! I have my rage under control now, but topside still has that pretentious stick shoved up their asses. Nothing has changed in the four years we've played nice."

She points at the door of the Last Drop.

"That explosion that happened during the robbery was the aftermath of something extreme. The owner of the apartment was some rich nerd, of all people. They're going to make an example out of someone and if that means all of Zaun then they will. It's time to start fighting again."

"You know I can't," the man rubs at his bushy eyebrows, shoulders tense.

"We've both seen the consequences of what happens when we rebel. I blame myself for a lot of things, but losing your mom and then the girls' parents... that was my call and I was the only one who left standing."

Hyde shakes her head, "you're forgetting that I was there, too. You've forgotten that those days are no more. We're healthier than we've ever been. Not many of us work within in the mines, struck with Grey. We can fight and we can fight harder than ever before. My mother knew the risks and she still brought me on that bridge, she still stood at your side."

"I get that you want to protect us," she scoffs. "But playing the middle man will only get you killed, Vander. Just pick up your gauntlets and let Piltover know that Zaun simply wants their independence. It's what we deserve."

She walks for the door when Vander chimes from behind. "You're leaving your coin," he calls. She stops, looking at him from over her shoulder.

"It's a part of Ekko's inheritance," Hyde shrugs. "The rest of the stash is hidden with Benzo. Give it to him for me?" With that, she walks out of the Last Drop with a new toy and a plan.

Straddled in the center of Benzo's shop, Hyde drinks from an amethyst-coloured bottle. Her eyes stare hooded and contemplative as calloused fingers trail the electrum lines that have attached themselves to her skin like a tattoo. She hums softly to herself as she remembers the day she discovered her heritage.

"Oh, my little flower," her mother coos, leaning forward on her knees toward the small child curled in a corner. "It seems you've unlocked a sense of yourself a lot quicker than expected."

She glances over at the beanstalk rooted in their living room, just brushing the ceiling. The woman takes on a wince, glancing down at the five-year-old. "Hopefully, we can clean this before your father comes home, yeah?" She chuckles.

"You're... you're not mad at me? At all?" The young girl sniffles, large brown eyes gleaming similar to that of a baby yordle. Her mother laughs, her heart of steel softens, as she shakes her head.

"Of course not, my heart. This simply means that you're growing into a strong woman."

"You are your mother's daughter."

"Hyde?" A gasp breaks her from the flashback. The teen looks up, glazed eyes meeting Vi's sombre ones. "What are you doing here? I, Ekko's been looking for you since Vander gave him your bag of cogs."

The older teen sighs, leaning back in her chair. "I'm doing what no one else seems to be able to do, Vi."

She looks over at the pink-haired girl, a small smirk perks on her face. "Taking responsibility, such an honourable thing that those with the most loving hearts do."

Vi freezes, shaking her head. "No," she breathes.

"Hyde, please tell me you're not going to take the fall for my fuck up. You have Ekko waiting for you to return, you've gotten yourself an apartment -- a job. Why screw that up? Why leave it behind when I can admit my mistakes?"

"As you said," Hyde shrugs, "I've made my accolades. I've fought in a war, I got a job, I've created a mound of inheritance for my loved ones when I'm gone; not a lot of people down here can say they've done the same. You deserve to live that life too, shortcake."

Hyde then looks over at her, eyebrow raised. "What're you doing here?" She retaliates. "I took the capsule for a reason, so what made you come here?"

"Vander," she admits.

"After he gave me a talk about trying to go about everything with violence, we got back home and he realized that his capsule for the Sheriff was gone. I already knew it had to have been you, I heard everything you said to him after Sevika left."

She leans against the older teen's shoulder, head laying on top of the wild mass of curls. "And?" Hyde urges her to continue. The girl bends her head in shame, wide eyes adopting a puppy like pout.

"Since we've met, you have fought for us," she huffs. "This can't be the end of everything," she whispers. "What are we going to do when you're gone?"

Hyde picks her head up by the jaw, softly. "You live, make a name for yourself and live," she lands a soft peck on her forehead.

Keys jingling paired with heavy footsteps catches their attention. Eyes narrowed, Hyde stands off of the stool as she pushes Vi behind her. Her shoulders form a hunch as her fists clench. The door swings open, barely surviving on the broken hinges thanks to the blue eyed girl.

The teens relax, eyes widen with surprise. "Vander?" They question. 

In the doorway stands their father figures, their usual mugged faces had been replaced with one similar to panic.

The taller man sighs in relief as he steps in further, "we don't have much time." 

"How did you find us?" Vi wonders.

Hyde, on the other hand, shakes her head. "You can't keep trying to fix things, Vander." 

His large hands cups their shoulders. "I'm proud of you, both of you. Always have been," a soft smile takes over his bearded face.

Hyde looks off to the side while Vi shakes her head. "Tell her that she shouldn't do this, please. There has to be something else that we can do," she begs.

Dogs begin barking in the distance. Benzo looks over at them, "Vander." He glances over his shoulder before focusing his gaze onto Vi.

He cups her face close, "you've got a good heart. Don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you. Protect the family." 

His eyes take a moment to glance at Hyde before returning to Vi's wide ones. "What are you--"

Vander pushes her back, into a cellar and shuts the door forcefully, locking it. 

"Vander!" Vi calls. "Let me out. This isn't right," she begins to bang her fist against the wood.

Hyde hears the enforcers enter the shop and looks over at them. She tilts her head, "Grayson." 

The captain nods, "Hyde. Now, am I to be taking you in or that?" She nudges her head in Vander's direction.

The teen holds out her hands, "I'm sure you already know the answer." 

Grayson nods for Marcus to handcuff the teen when Vander steps in front of her. Her tense face slackens, eyeing the man in confusion.

Marcus does the same, snarling. "You going to let me make the arrest or not?"

"You'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke," he sighs and lights his pipe. "The hell he will," Hyde blurts.

Grayson steps forward, "I'm not putting you away, Vander." He shrugs, "the council needs its pound of flesh and it won't be her."

The captain looks up, "without you down here, it all falls apart." Hyde nods, frantically. "Benzo will handle things," Vander nods to the shorter man. 

"He may not have my devilish charm, but he runs a tight ship," the barman compliments. Hyde looks between the men with a glare of betrayal.

"You won't be coming back for a long time," Grayson once again tries to change his mind. 

Vander walks toward Marcus, nodding. "I know." Hyde goes after him, arm reaching for his.

"Stop, please. Vander, stop playing the fucking martyr," she hisses as her honey eyes become teary. Benzo holds her into his chest, a permanent scowl decorates his wrinkled face.

"Why?" Grayson inquiries. Vander hums, "it's the only way."

Handcuffed, he follows Marcus outside. Grayson falls into step without another word while Hyde pushes Benzo off of her. "Let me go," she growls and marches out the shop. 

"Vander--" She falls silent as Grayson and the rest of her men are confronted by a beast.

The sole survivors -- which were herself, Benzo, Vander, and Marcus -- huddle beside one another as their eyes watch every direction for the beast's next attack. 

Amongst the fog, boots click against the wet stone as a figure slowly approaches. A slender man with one blue eye and an orange eye favored on the scarred part of his face comes into light. Benzo and Vander's faces drop as Hyde gazes between the three with confusion. 

"Silco?" Benzo gasps. He growls, "you animal. Go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of." He stalks forward, stick ready.

"Benzo, stay back," Vander calls. 

Hyde panics, her breathing frantic. "Benzo, stop!"

The man, Silco, simply stares at the husky man. "You never did know when to walk away." Vander takes a step forward, "wait."

Benzo goes to swing when the beast returns, racing into the man as his blood coats the ground.

"No!" Vander cries. Hyde belts, "Benzo!"

Vander falls to his knees, eyes closed while Hyde silently cries; finding it impossible to look away.

"Hmm," Silco tilts his head. "Stubborn to the end."

Marcus steps forward, eyes wide. "What the hell have you done? This wasn't the deal!"

Silco steps forward, "deal's changed." He tosses a huge bag of cogs into his chest, walking past him. 

The beast steps closer to them, his growl vibrating through their bones. Hyde steps in front of Vander, her mage marks appearing with a daunting glow. It goes to punch at her when a green shield appears over her, absorbing the impact. Strands of green tendrils bounce off of her form, surrounding the barren alley with light. 

The beast roars, slamming against her shield with both hands. Hyde grits her teeth, her body caving under his weight as her energy begins to deplete. From behind, Vander shakes his head as tears trek down his chiseled face. The monster breaks through her magic, sending the mage stumbling back. 

He slams his fist into her side, forcing her to fall beside Benzo. As if it knew her, the beast sends a taunt-like huff at the girl before stepping to Vander. It reals back its arm as the man closes his eyes, waiting for the hit, and lands a heavy cross against his jaw.

Vander topples, the last he saw was of Silco. 

Silco quietly turns to walk away. The beast grips Vander and Hyde by their hair, dragging their bodies down the street. Hidden in the sky, Ekko stares frozen as his eyes tremble. He watches the plot of blood that circled Benzo's body to the streak of it that followed the trail his sister was dragged. He shakes his head, collapsing onto the metal roof as he watches their shadows dimen in the distance. 

[the-sparkling--diamond]

masterlist

star wars

everything to win poe dameron x black female oc multichapter

mcu

hide and seek jack russell x reader fluff

the mortality of immortality druig x makkari angst

spiderverse

directions miguel o'hara x jessica drew fluff in which miguel o'hara is more than happy to follow his wife's directions

arcane

come out of hiding, i'm right here beside you

mel medarda x jayce talis

hurt/comfort, fluff

the comfort scene we deserved to see