#mylo prompt

[miramilocamimira]

Prompt time again!!!

What if instead of the gods going to fight back Typhoeus, only Zeus does, again? What if he's terrified, shaking, and can't show it, as he watches his family run off again? The lingering feelings of resentment and abandonment, the words he wants to say get gagged by his own mind as he watches them leave. At how they are free to run away and stay safe. How guilt bubbles up along with fear.

After all, how can those you love stay safe if you fail? How can he be upset that they choose to cower when it is he who gives them that option? But the relief that comes at knowing they'd be safe for even a minute longer stops him from speaking. He steels his nerves, grasps his bolt, and meets the creature that had nearly ruined him before.

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Then Percy asks Poseidon to help him.

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What if when Poseidon gets to the fight? He's there just in time to see Zeus on the ground with Typhoeus moving towards him. He can see his brother shaking and concern courses through him.

“Once again they leave you to me.” Gaia’s youngest speaks without emotion. “You fight for those that do not fight with you. A pity, I suppose.” Zeus attempts to scramble away but the beast grabs his leg. “Unlike you, though, I will not make the same mistake.” The sky king responds with a verbal middle finger.

Typhoeus grins and Zeus, his brother, his little brother howls. Someone whom everyone called the strongest god, someone who many believed it was impossible to hear scream. To make a sound so haunting, so anguished, as Typhoeus ripped the tendons from one of his legs.

The thing in front of him reaches over for Zeus’ other leg. He doesn't think he's ever felt so angry before. The feeling grows, rising over the limit, Poseidon blasts the beast off of and away from the sky god.

He wastes no time and moves between the two. His baby brother behind him chokes out his name and he can see that the tendons weren't all that were hurt. Zeus’ tear-stained face, the various wounds from battle.

In this moment, he is more thankful for having Percy than any other hero he's sired before. Zeus truly thought he'd lose here and with it, everything. And if his son hadn't brought him out to help…

“You would dare.” Poseidon growls.

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The dirt beneath them gives under the fury of the earthshaker. Above it darkens as winds loyal to the Stormbringer, ally with the thundering clouds. The Cyclopes of Poseidon join the fray.

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No no nonononono, why was Poseidon here? Typhoeus was dangerous. No. No. He has to focus. This is… it's good- everything is going to be fine. Zeus still has a working leg and two arms. He's not done for yet.

He forces himself up and grabs his bolt. He will not let Poseidon do this alone. Not like he did.

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They won. The fact that Typhoeus was once again defeated allows his breath to slow. His good leg, weak from fear, gives way once the adrenaline stops. He curses.

They still need to get back to Olympus and he's so weak that he can't get his body to rise. Zeus hears some movement behind him and yet he cannot gather the strength to care. His body is still trembling as he tried his best to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

Later, he will advise himself to pay more attention to his surroundings. This, of course, is due to his second eldest brother. While he was not paying attention, Poseidon decided to come over and pick him up.

He can't help the noise that comes out. Thankfully, the older doesn't comment but his face still heats up. Poseidon has one arm under his legs and another around his ba- freaking bridal style?!?

“Put me down! Poseidon, put me down now!” The older ignores him, asking his army if any had seen where the tendons ended up. Zeus moves around, well, he tries to. The grip on him tightens and Poseidon takes it a step further by using a hand to bring the younger’s head to his shoulder. A young cyclops, he believes is named Tyson, comes up with the tendons and hands them over.

“Apollo,” says the most annoying individual Zeus has ever had to live with. There's a moment before he can feels his son’s gaze shift over to them. “Meet me at Olympus.”

He tries again to get the sea god to put him down and he gets shushed. SHUSHED. Like a child. The king of gods has never felt so humiliated. Tendons of one leg in hand, held in that gods-be-damned princess carry, and a face he's certain is strawberry red.

It's in that situation that Poseidon teleports them to the building beneath rather than Olympus. A barrier or something must have been placed but Apollo is there and wastes no time in directing them where to go. Zeus would try to ask for updates on the battlefield but his son is in doctor mode and would just refuse to answer anyway.

When they get to where his son has deemed well enough to stitch him back up, Poseidon still needs to be convinced to set him down. Even when he does he hovers over him despites Zeus telling him to go. Multiple times.

Eventually, he gets Poseidon to go on the condition that he is immediately informed when it was done.

Apollo is steadier than Hermes was. But tendons are tricky. Zeus is just glad it was only one leg this time.

“He's worried.” The sky god just barely hears his son’s words. “Uncle P has rarely ever refused to leave when I ask. I- Father, how bad was it that uncle…?”

“It was nothing.” He lies. He still remembers his heart racing, the bolt nearly falling out of his hand from his shaking, the thoughts that plagued him. “He's being weird.”

It doesn't look like the sun god believes him. Yet he is not questioned further. He does not go to Poseidon when Apollo is done.

Instead, he feels the call of the hearth and brings himself to the throne room. He follows it. The room is damaged, demigods before him, and his fellow immortals having appeared. He glances at Poseidon.

Zeus is a king. He is their king. He does not gulp upon seeing the look on his brother’s face.

[nellyellie]

Please don’t go

I’ll eat you whole

I love you so,

I love you so,

I love you so—

Please break my heart…

[goddessofroyalty]

I can't even pretend, but I really wanna see the kids walk-in on Silco and Vander. Can I prompt that please?

Pairing: Vander/Silco

Further context to this 2 year old prompt is that it was after some back and forth about the kids accidently walking into Vanco having sex.  

General warning of this involves underage children walking in on their parents having sex but it is treated very much as that (nobody is having a fun time but also the trauma of it is very fleeting).  

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“Fuck Vander – that's it. Don’t you dare fucking stop!” 

Vander has no plans of stopping. Not with Silco writhing under him like he is. His husband’s legs locked around to prevent him from doing much more than thrusting deep into him. Nails digging into his shoulders in demand as he kisses and bites along the full length of Silco’s neck. A rare moment where they can forget about their responsibilities and just enjoy a good fuck.  

“Janna Sil – what you do to me,” Vander groans as he thrusts. Grabbing hold of Silco’s thighs and hips to get a bit more leverage as Silco clenches gith around him. “That’s it love – so good for me.”  

“Harder- Vander I need-”  

“I know.” Vander digs his knees into the bed for any more leverage he can get to thrust that bit harder. Silco’s grip tightening with each one.  

They both freeze when the door creaks open. Powder’s small frame filling the doorway.  

“Forgot bunny,” she says as she shuffles into the room.  

Silco meets Vander’s eyes with an equal level of panic in them. Oh, sure, the night had been cool enough and them caught up enough in their haste when they had realized they had the time and energy for something more than a quick handjob before sleep that the quilt was still over them. But there wasn’t really any way they can move without risking it sliding off.  

Vander goes to pull out carefully only for Silco’s legs to tighten around him and a sharp expression pointed his way.  

Powder doesn’t seem to notice or care that her parents are currently on top of each other. Walking around the bed to the stuffed toy on the bedside time. With it in hand she heads back out to leave.  

“Oh!” she says, pausing at the door to look at them – and oh Janna is this the night they’re gonna’ be explaining sex to their youngest. “Night!”  

“G’night Powder,” Vander manages.  

“Goodnight,” Silco adds.  

Powder gives a small nod at it before slipping out of the room, shutting the door behind her.  

Vander collapses once she’s gone. Sliding out of Silco and rolling to the side out of a well-trained habit after years of listening to how he’s crushing his mate if he doesn’t.  

“Shit.” That was definitively one way to kill the mood.  

He glances over at Silco who looks equally shocked where he stares up at the ceiling. Who runs his hand through his hair and takes a purposeful breath. Vander reaching over to grab hold of his leg in sympathy.  

Silco pushes it off and surges from the bed. Grabbing one of Vander’s shirts to put on first and then a pair of boxers despite the shirt covering past his knees.  

“I’m going to the bathroom. I trust you can finish yourself off,” he says as if it’s Vander’s fault Powder forgot her stuffed toy in the room and walked in on them. Vander knows there’s no point arguing it though.  

“Yeah, ‘course.” Not like he’s all that hard anymore anyway.  

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Silco really shouldn’t give in this easily it will only encourage the behavior.  

But when he glanced at the clock after he finished reviewing the latest report it had been five minutes before the time Vander had told him he would be in the storeroom to review the stock levels. And it is not like Silco can leave him unsupervised for such a task.  

Anyway, the report had been a particularly dry read and what better way for him to forget that his life now seemed to be a never-ending series of paperwork to read or complete than to be pinned between a storeroom’s walls and his husband’s strong sturdy frame. Pants and boxers hanging off one leg as broad calloused-covered fingers bury deep inside him. A taste of what is to come.  

“Fuck I needed this,” Vander grunts against his neck as the fingers crook in just the way that makes Silco’s toes curl. “All night been thinking about it.”  

“Then stop thinking and start doing!” He’s meant to be the man of action of the two of them.  

“Impatient tonight,” Vander jokes as he shoves his pants down with plenty impatience of his own. And Silco would point it out if he wasn’t preoccupied with enjoying the feeling of his husband pushing into him. The satisfying familiar stretch.  

Whatever sounds they made in the moment are drowned out by the horrified yell of a child.  

“My eyes!” Mylo yells with enough distress in his tone that Silco feels compelled to look over at the doorway to the storeroom to make sure the boy hasn’t actually hurt himself.  

But no. The dramatic gagging sound as Mylo covered his eyes with one hand, the other blindly gripping along the way was all an act. He was actually fine.  

“I thought I told you to watch the bar,” Vander says pulling himself out of Silco and tucking himself back into his pants even as he leans his head into Silco’s shoulder. There no way they were going to continue after the teenager’s reaction.  

“I was but then we ran out of vodka so I came to get more only to find you two doing-” Mylo makes more dramatic gagging noises instead of finishing the sentence.  

Silco takes the opportunity to put his pants back on. 

“Seriously though – tell me there’s some bleach in there. I can pour it into my eyes to get that image off them,” Mylo says, his hand still covering his eyes as he sways around pretending to be dazed.  

“’fraid not,” Vander says, grabbing a bottle off the shelves and going over to knock his shoulder against the boy’s. “But I do have the vodka you came for, so it’s back to work for the both of us.”  

That gets Mylo to move his hand from his eyes.  

“What? I need time to recover from my shock first!”  

“And what better way than to keep yourself busy with customers,” Vander says, grabbing hold of Mylo to drag him out towards the bar despite the boy’s continued protests.  

Silco leans against the wall to regather himself before heading back to his office. Might as well get started on the next report on the pile.  

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Vander still isn’t sure what got Silco so excited to drag him into his office and pushing him into the chair of it but fuck he isn’t complaining. Not when it has Silco sliding up and down on his cock with smooth steady motions, bracing himself with a hand against the backrest of the chair and the other resting on his study table. Vander’s hand holding onto his hips more to keep himself grounded than doing anything to help.  

It’s a rare occurrence these days for the two of them to do something like this and Silco fucking stunning when he’s riding Vander’s dick. His normally slicked-back hair sticking to his forehead from his sweat and good eye closed in focus and pleasure, the other glossy and unfocused.  

Vander bucks his hips because he knows it’ll make Silco gasp.  

“Fuck you’re stunning Sil,” Vander tells him because he is.  

“Ah, Vander!” Silco moans. “Shit! I’m close!”  

“Yeah?” Vander gives another roll of his hips because honestly, he’s pretty damn close himself and seeing Silco cum from his cock alone gonna’ be more than enough to get him over too.  

The door to the office swings open moments before either of them go over the edge.  

“I just wanted to check something about those people we wanted me to- oh you’re busy.”  

Vander can see Claggor standing in the doorway from around Silco’s shoulder. Their son’s face bright red where clearly he’s frozen in place.  

Silco’s head hits Vander’s shoulder with a similar shade and Vander’s sure his ain’t far off it either.  

“Do you want me to leave and come back later?” Claggor asks. HIs eyes looking everywhere in the room apart from them.  

“Yes,” Silco hisses. His entire body tensing, including the bit still surrounding Vander’s cock.  

“I- okay. I’ll be in the bar. Or I might go to my room actually,” Claggor stutters in his shock. “I’m actually just gonna’ leave.”  

“Please do.” Silco doesn’t move as Claggor quickly backs out of the room, closing the door behind him.  

“Sil?” Vander asks when Silco remains in his lap unmoving. He’s gone a bit soft from it but buried inside Silco still it won’t be long until he’s hard again whether he’d want to be or not.  

Silco leans forward to press his head into Vander’s chest and screams in frustration.  

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It’s well past closing when Silco makes it back to the Last Drop but that doesn’t matter. The shipment had gone off smoothly, it’s lucrative buyer happy and already talking about the next round of business. More money in their pockets to raise Zaun into the status it deserves.  

“You look happy,” Vander says, drying up the last of the glasses from the night. Silco slips into the bar with him, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck and backing him up until Vander’s back is against the bar.  

“Drink to celebrate?” Vander asks and Silco hums in agreement, letting his hand trace down Vander’s chest and rest against the front of his pants.  

“The one I have in mind is a little off the menu.”  

“See I happen to be close with the owner and I don’t see that being a problem,” Vander says as Silco flicks open the button and undoes the fly with well-practiced ease.  

“That’s good,” Silco says, with a kiss against Vander’s jaw. “I would hate to make the working situation hard for you.”  

He drops to his knees. Nuzzling against the hard-on straining against Vander’s boxers.  

“Shit- Sil-” Vander pants, his hands braced against the bar behind him as Silco frees his erection from its clothe confines. Letting his breathe warm the already heated skin before running his tongue along the underside and taking it in his mouth right down to the root.  

Silco nearly chokes at the bang of the bar door being slammed shut, followed by the sound of knocking and yelling of children from the other side of it.  

“Shit!” Vi yells, sounding more startled than scared. “I swear I didn’t start it!”  

“What? Didn’t start what?” Vander asks, recovering from his own shock at the intrusion. “And why were you out late?”  

Silco helpfully slides Vander’s cock back into his boxers and redoes his pants before standing up. Their night now not going to be one of celebration, but rather parenting.  

“I-” Vi starts, before noticing Silco. “Why were you under the bar?”  

A look at Vander then back to Silco and realization settles on her features. Her nose curling in her disgust.  

“Gross!”  

Silco rolls his eyes at her.  

“Answer your father’s question.”  

“I was out,” Vi says, suddenly sheepish, her head rolling back so she is looking up at the ceiling rather than them, “with someone.” 

“And I suppose the children currently banging on our door didn’t want you out with this someone?” Silco asks. The pieces coming together into a very specific picture.  

“They’re her brothers,” Vi says hurriedly but they both still heard it. “I wasn’t doing anything she didn’t want.”  

Ah, the joys of teenaged dating. To think this is only the start of what is in store for them over the next decade between the lot.  

“Go to bed Vi,” Vander says massaging the bridge of his nose. “I’ll get rid of our guests.”  

Vi nods at it before slinking off to her room leaving them alone in the bar apart from the aggressive knocking at the door.  

“Daughters,” is all Silco can offer when Vander looks at him for support.  

[xnecromantia]

🖤 ( Hattz )

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / handsome / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird (affectionate) / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[hisslop]

Mylo & Nill

..the lingering thoughts of nills love..

. ⋆ ｡ ⋆ ☂˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ .

To watch and adore, for his love for this person increase tenfold and he can’t help but want to grab them and never let go, he, who will glady fall into his arms, for they are the only ones that he trust behind their back - and to the holy heavens from far beyond did he mention that he loves this person? He loves them, he’ll kill for this boy, and he knows that he will do the same and..and oh how that makes a shiver run down his pale-white back; goosebumps rise on skin as he watches his lover be so deliciously cruel, it makes want run hot in his blood, for he wishes to join in with his belove, his soul sings at the thought yet he holds back, he rather stare and adore, yet his breath gets caught in his throat as bright purple eyes land on him, a smirk on his lips, and a bloody hand held to them..and who is he to deny himself, to deny his love? So he takes the red stained hand, a slow grin growing on his face, his soul purrs at the contact and oh the wonderful gods..how did he get so lucky to find a love so perfect?

So perfect, so very cruel with a sadistic strike that runs brighter than his, how they both understand being shut out and seen as evil, to understand death so vividly and..oh how that thought makes love rush through his veins so swift that it makes him dizzy.

- Hisslop's

[xetlynn]

Arcane Imagines- Vander

It’s Quiet

⚠️WARNING🔞: SMUTTTT IF THERE WAS EVER SMUT

[arcane] [main page] [pt. 2]

Prompt: it’s grown so quiet since the kids have grown… (not requested, did this at my own free will. Also happy universe WITH VI because I can do that.)

Containing: thigh riding, multiple orgasms, fem!receiving oral, male!receiving oral, hike position, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise, slight degradation.

“And that’s the last drunk of the evening.” You wipe your hands together after slamming down your rag on one of the tables you had just finished cleaning, going over to the door to turn the open sign to closed. Vander chuckles, cheering as he washes the last few glasses. You go behind the counter to join him in wiping everything down since it gets pretty sticky especially behind the bar. 

“Gosh it’s been so busy these last few days.” You huff, putting your body into the scrubbing. Feeling all the sweat that drenched your back, neck and face. You felt disgusting to say the least. “Mm yeah but think about that early retirement.” He jokes causing you to laugh in response. “So true!” You perk up, glancing behind you, his eyes already locking with yours. 

He places his glass down and scrummages over to you. His hands snaked around your waist. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses the back of your head. You would normally lean into his touch but the sweat that enveloped all over you. You swiftly move away from him by turning around and taking his arms off of you. “I feel gross, babe.” You shake your head at his intentions.

“How come? You look ravishing.” His eyes darken along with his voice that laced with lust. “I’m so sweaty.” You whine, walking out from the bar to sit on one of the stools. “I feel like I just got dragged through mud.” You muster out, finally getting to sit down for the first time in 12 hours that day. 

“You’d still be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on covered in dirt head to toe.” He leans over the bar as you scoff, rolling your eyes at his cheesy choice of words. “It’s the truth.” He puts his hands up in defense. You sigh. “I would like a shower first.” You mumble. 

He observes you as your eyes wander around the building seeing if there was anything else for you to do before the both of you chose to go home. “It’s so quiet in here.” You suddenly mention the lack of noise. “Well it’s just the two of us in here.” He shrugs his shoulders. You give him a dirty look. “I mean the fact that there’s no little Powder running around here with Ekko. No Mylo antagonizing his siblings. Claggor just being along for the ride. Violet attempting to show Mylo how to flirt.” You explain with sadness traced in your tone of voice. 

“Hmph,” He snorted out a laugh remembering the children as young teenagers. “They were something.” He shakes his head. “I miss them living with us.” You pout, he groans at your words knowing what is going to be next. The both of you took the children in young. Felicia has Vi and Powder quite young. Being only 18 with little Violet and 23 with Powder. 

Vander’s the same age as Felicia as you were two years younger than the both of them. You didn’t meet them until after Violet was two years old. Now Vi is 23 and Powder is 18. You are now 39 and Vander is 41. 

“I’m just saying! I don’t have much time!” You exclaim, grasping at his hand, practically begging for a child. “Zaun is good, better than it ever has been. Let’s dooo ittttt.” You bounce your legs for extra effect in pleads. “Love, you’ve never wanted children of your own. Why now?” He raises his brows, now fully enclasping your hand with both of his. 

Your stomach flutters at the size difference between the both of you. You could never get over it, not even with the nearly 20 years of being with one another. “I just,” you frown before continuing. “With the children being older and like I mentioned it being quiet… I want someone to depend on me again. Those sweet little eyes as they ask me to help them.” Your face grows sour, tears stinging at the brim of your eyes. “This could be my last chance to have that. And you’ve never wondered what our baby would look like?” You ask him with puppy-dog eyes. “I miss the old times. Not just with the kids.” You mutter. 

“Of course I have, but if that’s how you feel, love… I’m sorry to tell you but I just can’t give you that. A baby with the way we work. And if you need someone to depend on you, I’ll be that for you. I’ll ask for more help, meaning like little things at home that I know you miss doing.” He massages your hand, kissing at it a few times. You purse out your lips, knowing he was right. 

“Are you okay?” He tilts his head, a few strands of hair falling in his face. You nod your head, not verbally responding though. He lets go of your hand and joins you on the stools. “I’m sorry you’re upset, my love. I never want to see your lips fall downwards.” He pulls you onto his lap and you look into his eyes. 

“I’ll be okay, I guess I’ll just have to be patient until we are blessed with grandchildren.” Your head falls against his chest, wrapping your arms around his large torso. “Hopefully that’s not anytime soon.” Vander smacks your thigh and you snicker. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You smile, you always loved how protective he was over your guys’ family. You feel your arousal thicken in your gut. Feeling needier. 

You have to remind yourself that you need to take a shower first. That’s what you told yourself. Even though your husband definitely does not care about you being sweaty. You care. 

“We could always… pretend like I’m going to give you children.” He whispers in your ear, your body tensing up. It’s like he felt your pussy flutter for him even though you both wore thick clothing and it wasn’t possible. “Mmm, that’s an idea.” You watch his thick, large hand sliding up and down the outside of your thigh. “Gonna let me do it right here, right now? Just like the old days?” He questions, he was breathing heavily down your neck causing the hairs there to stand up at the feeling. 

“Remember how we’d pretend there were people still. Go behind that counter and I’d fuck you from behind as you ‘took someone’s order.’ huh?” He knows all the right buttons to push when it comes to you. He knew what you couldn’t resist. He knew how to get you riled up like no one else. 

Your face was flushed as he reminded you of those moments you had before you even took the children in. That was such a long time ago you were surprised he remembered. “How ‘bout we try that out again?” He nibbles at the tip of your ear causing you to whine. 

“Van- shower first. I told you.” You rub yourself against him, spite of what you were saying. “You were just saying how you miss old times… Let me help you relive a few things.” His fingers now dipping in between your legs. The seam of the jeans you wore were sitting in the right place too. It was too much. 

“Please~” You moan, gripping onto his forearm that held your form. “Please what?” He asks.

“I-I need you.” You moved yourself so you were now sitting on one of his thighs. Looking right into his grey orbs. “What about that shower though?” He teases you, watching you ride against him. Only to pleasure yourself. How selfish. “Fuck the shower.” You grab him by the back of his neck, forcing him into a deep kiss. 

He laughs into the kiss, amused by how turned on you got just by his words. He knew you too well. 

You go to stop your hips so you could get up but he stops you. “Uh-uh, ride my leg until you cum, love.” He holds your hips down. You give him a pout. “Do it or I'll have the night end right here and we can just go to that shower and right to bed.” It was an empty threat. You knew that but listened to him nonetheless. Your pelvis planting down on him. You roll back and forth on him. 

“Fuck, love. You’re so gorgeous.” He coos, getting your hair out of your face. You pant as you focus on reaching your high, hearing his words only drenching your already soaked cunt. Going right through those jeans of yours and onto his black slacks. 

Your hands were grabbing onto the top of his thigh, close to his cock that twitched as it was trapped underneath his now tight pants. Just begging to be free. “I- hah!” You grunted, squeezing your thighs against his. “What is it? What do you have to say?” He inquires with a hint of mocking you. 

“Mmngg, I want to kiss you!” You breathe out, eyes squeezed shut due to how determined you were to release on your husband's enormous muscled thigh. 

“What’s the magic word?” His hand goes to your neck, pressing lightly. “Mean, ‘s mean,” you whimper. “Not the answer.” He tsks, bouncing his knee a little bit to throw you off. You cry out, hands flailing to his shirt. Clutching it tightly in between your fingers. 

“Please let me kiss you, please! I just want to kiss my husband.” You sob, opening your eyes for him to see how much you needed it. He thinks for a moment but decides to give you what you want. 

The hold on your neck only gets tighter as his lips embrace yours. He bites at your lip producing a gasp out of you so he can roughly stick his tongue in your mouth. His tongue battling against yours. You didn’t even try as he had already invaded your muzzle, exploring it like it was his home. 

As you feel yourself get closer you weigh down further onto him, your hips at a lively, unyielding pace. You pull away as your attention needs to go back to your own core. His hand on your throat now gripping, helping you even more. The tension in your chest and head growing. “Fuck.” It was almost inaudible exiting past your lips. 

“Mhm, you can do it. My wife is so persistent. Such a hell-bent little thing.” He purrs in your ear. “Hah! Mmm.” You groan out, holding his wrist that clutched at your pretty open neck. 

And then that explosion of fireworks in your tummy at last comes. Your hole creaming, joining your arousal juices. Only wetting yours and your husbands pants 

His hand breaks free from your airway, allowing you to breathe once more. You pant heavily against him. “Shit.” Your legs shake underneath you. “You have fun there?” He pokes at you, you glare up at him. “Shut up.” You spit, weakly standing up. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Vander raises a brow, grabbing your waist, stopping you from crouching down. “I-I’m going to give you a blow job?” You said in more of a inquisitive tone, confused on how it’s not obvious. “I never said I was done with you.” He stands up from the stool, lifting you up with ease. You yelp from the sudden move. 

He places you on the counter. “I’d like dinner first.” Even being on a tall bar counter he was still wavering over you. “Where people drink?!” You utter out, reminding him what people do on this very countertop. “I’ll clean it up. No one will ever know.” He rolls his eyes. 

Before you could even argue with him his hands are back on you. You subconsciously lift your hips up helping him undress you. “Never get over the sight of this cute girl.” He compliments your pussy. Your thighs squish together, hiding yourself only to be pried back open. 

Your hands were behind you to keep yourself fully propped up. “This position isn’t really comfortable, Vannie.” You mewl, the top of your tailbone was slightly hurting. “I’ll have to make this fast then won’t I?” He asks, not even looking up at your face as he sits back down. Sliding your butt as close to the edge of the counter as possible. 

He adjusted the chair so he was at face level with that pretty little pussy. 

His face diving in but not doing anything so he can take in your scent. Feeling like a feral animal. You would’ve been embarrassed by this if he hadn’t done it almost every day for the past 20 years. You rest your legs over his shoulders, ankles crossed over one another, trapping his head at your core. 

“Stop teasing, Vander.” You sternly tell him, glaring down at him since he decided he was going to take his time. His dilated pupils lift upwards, mouth hovering over your clit. “Is that any way to talk to your dear partner who only wants to take care of you?” He asks, his facial hair tickling you down there. 

You lay your back down on the cold wood. Ignoring him. 

He snickers, now kitten licking at your clit. Toying with it until he hears the squelch after a few more. His tongue swirls around the nub, kissing it every now and then. His strategy was purely for his own enjoyment. Your moans filled the building, echoing and bouncing off the walls. 

“Imagine we didn’t lock the door.” He comments. “Imagine someone walks in thinking we’re open. And you’re getting eaten out right in front of them.” His mouth reattaching to your cunny. 

Ambushing every nerve with pleasure. 

“Fuck! I ho-pe someone doesss!” Your hands go down to his hair, pulling out the bun. “Yeah, you’d like the attention.” He mumbles into you, the vibration shooting through you. 

“Mhm… mhm!” Your chest jolts upwards as his tongue swipes over your sensitive spot. “I n-need your fiiingers!” You wail, playing with his hair so you have something to pull on. Not having anything else around you. 

Your head was upside down off the other side of the counter. “Need ‘em where, love?” He irritatingly asks you. “I-inside! Inside!’ You squeal out, toes scrunching and your calves stretching out at the same time.

His right hand joins his mouth, entering a single digit into that drenching, achy hole. 

His cock screaming to be let free now. His pre-cum drooling onto his boxers. 

You clench around the single but large finger. He enters another before pumping them in and out. Curling every so often to hit that perfect spot inside. Your moans and whines keeping him going. His jaw was certainly going to be locked after this. 

He says random compliments you can’t even understand against your pussy. You didn’t even care enough to hear anyways. Feeling his mouth along with his fingers abusing you. 

“I- how? Fuck!” You scratch as his scalp, bringing one of your hands to your shirt, ripping the buttons off to open it.  You had a few others. 

You own hand kneads at your breasts. “C’mon, make me cum, make me cum!” You pant, chest heaving rapidly. “Almost there?” He watches you grope yourself. He leers gleefully. “Fuck yes!” You nod your head only to let it fall back down off the counter. 

His fingers fucking your skillfully, your cunt splashing liquid on him along with the floor. 

“Close ‘s close!” You grit through your teeth, rolling your hips on his face, bringing him closer to you with the back of your calf. Shoving his head onto you. 

“O-ooohh… mmmm….” It hits you softer than the first time surprisingly, but your cunny still spurts into Vander’s mouth. Your thighs shake against his head, your feet dropping tiredly. “That was so good, love. So proud of you.” He kisses your soft skin, lifting your thighs off of him letting your legs fall on either side of him. 

You breathe heavily, now feeling all the blood that rushed to your head from it being upside down. You sit yourself up, using your husband's shoulders to keep you from slipping forward. He undoes his belt, unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out. Still keeping his clothes up though. 

“C’mere.” He huffs out a laugh, standing up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. His hands are squeezing at the plush skin of your ass. 

He takes you to the inside of the bar, his cockhead poked at your entrance with each step. “Tired girl?” He hums out a question. You shake your head, disagreeing. “No, want more.” You rasp out. Humping your hips downwards against his dick. 

“Need you to help me first, prove how much you want me to fuck you.” He ambushes your neck with his licked lips. “I’ll do anything.” You whisper. 

“Good, here comes the guy who brings our stock.” Vander smirks, your eyes widen and you drop to the ground, hiding under the counter even though he already couldn’t see you by being down there. Vander steps as close as possible to you, his chest against the wood. 

His cock was free game to you. “Heyy Mick!” Vander cheerfully grins, not feeling you touch him just yet. He also knew that your pants and little panties were laid out on the ground, available for Mick to see. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Mick comes into the bar with a dollie of alcohol boxes. “Where’s the wife?” He asks, coming over to the counter. “Oh, she’s a little bit under… the weather tonight.” Vander lies. 

Your heart was raising at the fact that there was now another person in the bar after you had just came twice. Your view trapped in darkness besides the little bit of light that snuck past your husband's legs. His dick still sprung out for you to play with. 

Your pussy clenches around nothing, another realization that your pants were where you two once were moments ago. You silently prayed that Mick didn’t notice it. Your husband’s and your guys’ stocker’s conversation was tuned out. You couldn't focus on anything that was happening. 

Besides the fact that you were going to now get revenge on the person in front of you. Your hands go around his thick member. Dry rubbing him at first. You hear his hiss and you smile mischievously. Your thumb swiping across the slit covered in Vander’s own goo. 

Your hands let him go, as Vander talks his shoulders dropped disappointed only momentarily before your mouth replaces where your hands once were. He bites his lip trying not to show his expressions. 

Your muzzle takes him in all the way, nose almost touching his pelvic zone. You let him go before you gag, sucking on his tip. Your hand massages the base of his cock. 

You hear his voice falter just a tiny bit. “Where do you want them tonight, boss?” Mick asks, talking about the boxes of glass bottles filled with booze. “Just on the counter, Claggor and Mylo are opening in the morning. Gonna have them stock up.” Vander chuckles. Doing his best not to let his voice waver in the slightest. You tried your damnedest too. 

“Arighty.” Mick lifts the boxes up, continuing to talk to the owner of the bar, not knowing he was getting his dick sucked so good his knees were about to give out. 

Your other hand began to fondle his balls, now all three stimulates attacking him at once. Vander lets out a low grunt that luckily wasn’t heard from either of the people in the building. 

“I gotta get going, now. Good seeing ya! Hope to see [Name] next week!” Mick kicks out his dollie, rolling it out as Vander waves him goodbye. 

And as that door shuts, his mouth opens, letting out all the noises he couldn’t before. “Fuck, I almost had to shout at him to leave.” Vander groans, taking a fist full of your hair to fuck himself into your mouth. You moved your hand out of the way, grabbing onto his thigh for support. 

“Shit, such a doll for me.” He drags your mouth down his member before pulling you away by your hair. He steps back. “Stand up.” He motions. You crawl out from your spot, standing up before him. 

“Turn around.” He spins his pointer finger. 

He watches your ass jiggle with each step, his hands roughly bend you over. Your hands hitting the floor. “Need this.” He puffs out, shoving his dick inside your hole without warning. 

“So perfect for me, after all these years. It’s like the first time all over again.” He ruts into you forcefully. Your fingernails claw at the ground as he fucks into you at an unfathomable pace. 

“Take it like the fucking champ you are.” He smacks your ass causing you to scream out a moan. “Fucking you stupid, ain’t I?” He laughs, holding your hips. Each time you try to lift your torso up he rams into you, watching you fall back down each time. It was amusing. He enjoyed it every single time. 

“I asked you a question.” He slaps your ass again. 

“Y-yes! ‘Stupid, ‘s ‘stupid!” You cry out, your head shaking side to side as tears brim your eyelids. “Gonna cum again!” You shrill. 

“Yeah you are.” He pants, finally helping you up by bending down to grab you by your neck. Your back up against his stomach. “Who’s making you cum for the third time?” He asks, your ass bouncing back on his black slacks. There were white splatters all over his pants from tonight. “Y-you a-re!” You seeth, sucking in your own drool. 

“What’s my name?” He tightens his grip on your throat, you gasp out for air. Not able to answer as fast as he wants you to. His cock pistoning in and out of you. 

“What’d I ask?” His other hand holds your lower stomach, the pressure now pressing on his cock through your tummy. “I- u-um! V-vander!” You choke out. “That’s right, doll.” He lets go of your neck but still keeping you close as he continues to fuck you. 

“Gonna fuck my seed into you, maybe there’s a chance you’ll get that baby.” He snorts out a laugh, thrusting into you. Your eyes roll back into your head. “Cummingggnghah!!” You shriek, your hands behind you, gripping onto his shirt. 

“H-huh- same.” He breathes heavily, getting a little slower and sloppier. His tip oozing out inside of you. Your walls spasm around him leading a domino effect, Vander fully plunged inside of you as he lets his semen shoot inside you. Your jaw slacks open at the feeling.

You wiggle yourself against him, trying to get as much of him as possible. He pushes the both of you forward, you lean over the wooden counter. A box hiding your face from the door. 

“Holy shit…” You quietly whined, your legs were shaking and very weak. Barely keeping yourself standing. His slips out of you, letting the mixture of yours and his cum drop to the ground from your cunny. 

“You took me so well. So good every time.” He praises you, rubbing your back. 

Afterwards he takes you to your shower, water already running. You sat on the floor waiting for him in the hot water as he cleaned up your guys’ mess the two of you made.

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

Dark Details of Arcane Season 1

Five of some of the darker, more morbid details you might not notice watching for the first time.

1. Silco's Shadow

In s1e6, when Marcus opens the door to his daughter's bedroom, Silco leans forward to place cards on the house he and Ren are building. For a brief moment, however, his shadow appears to be strangling Marcus' daughter.

This eery juxtaposition of course foreshadows the threat Silco will soon make to Marcus and the hidden danger he poses to Ren. It is also ironic considering what happened to Silco.

2. Jinx's Voices Trying to Convince Her

In s1e9, during the dinner party scene, you can hear a voice whisper something to Jinx after Caitlyn points pow-pow towards her. It is difficult to make out, but listening closely you can hear:

"It's time to leave them."

This prompts Jinx to whip her pistol out towards Caitlyn, who is already aiming towards Jinx, nearly getting killed in the process.

Supposedly you can hear this phrase during some other scenes involving her psychosis, however this is the only scene in which it appears in Netflix's subtitles.

Earlier in the scene Vi tells Jinx that:

"We can just go... we'll leave and never come back!"

This triggers Jinx's psychosis. She asks where they would go, looks over to Mylo, and says,

"No... no, no, she's not saying that..."

3. Message to Silco

If you look closely at the table in the dinner party, you can see that Jinx, furious and hurt after overhearing Silco's apparent plans to "betray" her, wrote "DIE" on the table in front of him.

After accidently killing him, Jinx looks down emotionlessly at the table, exactly where she wrote that word.

4. Painting Parallel

The scene of Silco cradling Jinx on the bridge is likely meant to be a visual reference to the 1880s painting Ivan the Terrible and his Son by Russian artist Ilya Repin. The story behind the painting parallels a different scene.

The painting depicts Ivan cradling his dying son after he struck him on the head in a fit of rage. Ivan is horrified and grief-stricken at what he has done, placing his hand over his son's wound in a hopeless attempt to take it back.

This foreshadows Jinx killing Silco when she is no longer in the right state of mind, as well as her immediate shock and regret. She even begins to place her hands over his wound before realizing there is nothing she can do.

5. Aftermath of the Bridge Explosion

In episode 8 when Jayce visits the bridge, we get a brief shot of the aftermath of Jinx's explosion, and looking more closely one can see just how gruesome it is.

Blood splattered everywhere, intestines spilling out, blown off limbs, and even brain matter can be made out in this graphic scene. The rest of the shot, however, is very beautiful.

Arcane was originally going to be even bloodier. In the storyboards Jinx punches the arcade so hard her knuckles bleed all over it.

In the original layout animation, blood sprays on the camera when she bashes a firelight with Pow-Pow, and she even smiles with glee.

[immortalbumblebee]

Mom said it's my turn to request!!so anyway👀I love your writing and so I would really like as in Vander x fem!reader where both of them are Mylo's actual biological parentsand just some fluff around them please💙

So this turned more into a Mylo & Reader fluff comfort fic, I hope that's okay! This prompt got me really excited!

Masterlist

Family Ties

You can’t help the soft "oof" that escapes your lips as you lean against the mattress of Mylo’s top bunk. Your feet balance precariously on a rung of the makeshift ladder, while your arms rest atop the edge of the mattress. Carefully, you place a bowl of fruit on the side of the bed. The room is dim, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a streetlight filtering through the blinds. The rhythmic thud of Mylo’s ball hitting the ceiling fills the small space, a steady beat against the tense silence.

“You want to talk about what happened today?”

Thunk.Thunk.Thunk.

The wooden bunk bed creaks softly beneath the weight of his restless movements. Mylo lies there sprawled out, legs bent awkwardly to accommodate his too-long frame on a bed that hasn't fit him for years. Each toss of the ball is precise, almost mechanical, as though he’s trying to channel all his frustration into the motion.

You stay there, quiet, watching him. Waiting. Mylo’s never been great at hiding his emotions, but pushing him won’t help. You know better.

Finally, the tension breaks.

“We got our asses handed to us out there!” he snaps, the ball clattering against the ceiling with more force than before. It bounces back into his hand, but he doesn’t throw it again. Instead, he props himself up on one elbow, his sharp glare directed at no one in particular. “But I get reamed out while she just gets to mess up without any consequences? How is that fair?”

His voice is tight, the anger barely masking the frustration beneath. He’s not just mad—he’s hurt, and you can see it in the way his hand tightens around the ball.

“I know.” You nod, trying your best to be understanding. “But Powder’s young, and still learning. She needs her older siblings to show her the way sometimes.”

He throws the ball one final time, hard, and it thuds against the ceiling with a force that makes the bunk bed shudder. The ball drops into his lap as he shoots upright, sitting cross-legged now, his sharp gaze locked onto yours.

“Why does everyone let her off easy because of her age, huh?” he demands, his tone heated, though you can tell the anger is masking something deeper. “Just ’cause she’s ‘the baby’ means she can do no wrong!”

You inhale slowly, steadying yourself. “That’s not true,” you say softly, keeping your voice calm and measured. “But we all have to learn our own way—”

“Then we shouldn’t be taking her on jobs!” Mylo snaps, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hands ball into fists, and you can see the frustration etched into every line of his face. “If she’s not capable, why do we have to pick up the slack?”

You catch yourself before the urge to retort takes over. He’s wound so tight he’s practically vibrating, and if you lash out now, it’ll only make things worse.

Instead, you exhale deeply and let the silence linger for a moment, long enough for him to shift uncomfortably under your gaze. Finally, you speak, your tone firm but even. “Because that’s what families do, Mylo. We take care of each other.”

You can feel the seething anger rolling off of him in waves.

“She’s Vi’s family.” He snaps, throwing himself back onto the mattress. “Not mine, remember?”

“Mylo…” You start, but he continues on.

“She makes everything harder,” he mutters eventually, quieter this time. “And I don’t get to mess up. Ever. Claggor and Vi have her back constantly, and you and Dad always have everyone’s back. And I know she's little, but like…I’m supposed to be your son. You’re supposed to have my back, but everyone’s too busy babying her! You know how that feels?”

You try to ignore the daggers stabbing into your heart with every word. Each sharp syllable from Mylo’s mouth cuts deeper than the last, but you remind yourself that he’s young—too young to shoulder the weight he’s been carrying. He’s stubborn, yes, but it’s the same stubbornness you see in yourself and in Vander. It’s a trait that’s both a blessing and a curse. And right now? Gods, he wasn’t making this easy for you.

Rather than snapping or letting your frustration show, you inhale deeply, steadying yourself. You let the silence hang between you for a beat, maybe two, until he shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting away from yours.

Finally, you speak. Your voice is steady, but there’s a thread of unmistakable warmth beneath the firmness. “You are my son, Mylo.”

You reach out, your hand resting gently on his leg. He stiffens, his body coiling with the same raw energy that’s radiated off him since this conversation began. Then, in one swift motion, he pulls away, retreating like he’s touched a flame.

The rejection stings, more than you care to admit. But you don’t flinch. Instead, you keep your gaze on him, unwavering, as he stares at the floor.

“And Powder is also my daughter,” you continue, your tone softening but losing none of its conviction. “I love you both so much, Mylo. I need you to understand that. But I also love you equally.”

His jaw tightens at the word, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he doesn’t interrupt this time.

“We’re family, my darling,” you say, leaning forward just slightly, trying to close the emotional gap between you. “We look out for each other—not because it’s easy, but because that’s what we do. That’s who we are. You don’t have to like it all the time, and you’re allowed to be angry. But this?” Your voice lowers, growing softer. “This resentment—it’s only going to hurt you.”

For a long moment, Mylo says nothing. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. Then, finally, he glances up, his expression conflicted. His anger hasn’t fully ebbed, but there’s a flicker of doubt there now, a crack in his armor.

“I just want someone to have my back here…” Mylo’s voice cracks slightly, betraying the vulnerability behind his frustration. He looks away, his jaw set tight, but the weight in his words hangs in the air like a plea he can’t quite bring himself to say outright.

Your chest tightens at his words. You’ve always known how fiercely he feels things, how deeply he longs for validation even when he’s too proud to ask for it.

“I know it feels like you’re alone in this,” you say softly, your voice steady and warm. “But I promise, we’re all on your side. Vander and I are here for you, my darling boy.” You lean forward slightly, your hand hovering near his for a moment before committing to the gesture. “It may not feel like it right now, but I swear, I would take on the whole of the Enforcers for you.”

This time, when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away. His fingers are tense under yours, but the fact that he doesn’t recoil feels like a small victory. Still, he avoids your gaze, his head bowed, the fight in him simmering down to embers.

“And I know your father would do the same,” you add, your tone quieter now, the words almost a whisper.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the ball in his other hand, his thumb tracing the worn seam over and over. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low grumble, rough around the edges. “You guys have a funny way of showing it…”

The words sting, even though you know they’re coming from a place of hurt rather than malice. You tighten your grip on his hand just slightly, anchoring both him and yourself.

“We’re not perfect, Mylo,” you admit, your voice tinged with regret. “We’ve made mistakes—so many mistakes—but everything we do, every decision we make, is because we love you and Powder. We’re trying to do what’s best, even when it doesn’t feel like it.”

He snorts, the sound bitter but less sharp than before. “Yeah? Well, maybe you should ask me what’s best for once.”

You nod, letting the comment land without protest. “You’re right,” you say gently. “We should. And I’m sorry if it feels like we haven’t. But I’m listening now, Mylo. Tell me what you need.”

He looks up at you then, just for a fleeting moment, and in his eyes, you see a flicker of something that might be hope. He’s not ready to forgive or forget—not yet—but he’s listening, too.

“What if…” you hum, squeezing his hand gently, “you eat up this fruit, and then meet me upstairs? We can go out? Maybe grab something from the bakery a couple levels down?”

There’s a flicker in his eyes—a spark that’s been missing for too long—and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Race you. Parkour style,” he challenges, and there’s a mischievous edge to his tone now, a hint of the boy who used to dart through the alleyways, laughing like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

At this, you laugh—a full, hearty sound that shakes loose some of the tension still lingering in your chest. “That hardly seems fair. You’re too fast, and I’m far too old.”

He grins, already stuffing the fruit into his mouth like his life depends on it. Juice dribbles down his chin, and you can’t help but shake your head, your scolding finger already poised.

“Chew and swallow before you speak, Mylo,” you admonish lightly, though your voice is filled with warmth.

He holds up a hand in mock surrender, gulping down the fruit as quickly as possible before grinning at you, unabashed. “There. Happy now?”

“Very,” you reply, matching his grin.

“Good, because you’re definitely losing this race, Mom!” he declares, his confidence radiating as he jumps off the bunk and bolts toward the door, practically bouncing with anticipation.

You hop off the ladder yourself, your joints protesting slightly, but you ignore the ache. Stretching out your limbs, you roll your shoulders and grin after him.

“I wouldn’t count on it, my darling,” you call out, your voice light but challenging. “I’ve got a few tricks left up my sleeve.”

Mylo stops in the doorway, turning to give you a look of mock surprise. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.”

And just like that, the air between you feels lighter—like the weight that had been pressing down on both of you has finally begun to lift. For a moment, there’s no anger, no resentment, no fear. Just the thrill of the challenge and the bond that no amount of hardship can break.

[lovesick-desires]

ARCANE MASTERLIST

AMBESSA MEDARDA

ASCENDANCY YANDERE!AMBESSA X ROYALTY!READER As the monarch of a small country in Runeterra, your country is subject to an attack by Noxus. The deal that The Noxus General, Ambessa, proposes to save your kingdom is one you never suspected: your hand in marriage. ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER ONE❀✩🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER TWO ❀✩🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER THREE ❀✩🕯☠︎︎︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER FOUR (END) ❀✩🕯☠︎︎︎︎

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

…nothing yet

CLAGGOR (AU)

…nothing yet

EKKO

A CRACK IN THE HOURGLASS YANDERE!EKKO X SELFLESS!READER ONE-SHOT After assisting the Firelights amidst the final battle, Ekko took a liking to you which delved into his deepest fears, making him refuse to let you get hurt ｡𖦹°‧⭑ A CRACK IN THE HOURGLASS 🕯��☠︎︎

EKKO (AU)

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JAYCE TALIS

｡𖦹°‧⭑ YANDERE ALPHABET ✧꩜☠︎︎

JINX

...nothing yet

MEL MEDARDA

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MYLO (AU)

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POWDER (AU)

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SEVIKA

...nothing yet

SILCO

A CORRUPT COVENANT YANDERE!SILCO X MAGE!READER A mage who set up shop down in the Lanes to sell various arcane services is discovered by Silco. On the quest to perfect Shimmer, he inquires the mage's help. However, their agreement takes a much darker turn. ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER ONE ❀🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER TWO ❀✩🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER THREE ❀✩🕯☠︎︎︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER FOUR (END) ❀✩🕯☠︎︎︎︎

SILCO (AU)

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VANDER

...nothing yet

VANDER (AU)

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VI

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VIKTOR

VALETUDINARIANISM YANDERE!VIKTOR X IMMUNOCOMPROMISED!READER An immunocompromised Zaunite seeks out the great Machine Herald to heal their ailments. However, the Machine Herald has other plans. ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER ONE❀🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER TWO ❀🕯☠︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER THREE ❀🕯☠︎︎︎︎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑ CHAPTER FOUR (END) ❀✩☾🕯☠︎︎︎︎

Key: ✧ alphabet prompt ❀ chaptered fic ✩ coming soon ☾ dark themes ♡ headcanons 🕯 imagine ☁ oneshot ✴︎ prompt ꩜ request ☠︎︎/🗡 yandere/not yandere

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[unhinged-comics-screaming]

My only contribution to Arcane theorycrafting is that Vi's death broke Vander (again) which prompted him to actually give that letter to Silco and apologize to him. Their combined dilf energy and probably some discussion about the destruction of Jayce's lab is what makes Zaun rise up to a world where Ekko, Mylo and Claggor can get a proper education

[miramilocamimira]

Prompt time!!!!!!!!!!!

Maisie starts dating and so far it's not been a good experience.

Her dad and her grandpa and the crew of her aunts and uncles? Fine. The date is even starstruck.

Red? A little scary but ya know what they can deal with it.

Blue however is a lil jerk Maisie, control your fish dog.

[xyfleurian]

✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ i blinked and suddenly, i had a valentine

Chosen Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Vi

Prompt : Teen!CaitVi in a Filipino highschool setting where they get pushed into the jail booth.

Word Count : 1.1k words || ao3 link

“I'm nervous,” Caitlyn whispers to Powder, the younger girl placing her hand on Caitlyn's shoulder.

“You'll be fine. Besides, its Vi. She doesn't bite, unless you ask her to,” Powder teases, Caitlyn's face scrunching in disgust.

How was a seventh grade girl this vulgar? Not like she wanted Vi to actually bite her, that was out of the question. Her thumb fiddles with the envelope she held in one hand, the wax stamp preventing it from being pried open by accident. The contents of the envelope? A letter, a love letter to be specific, along with a polaroid that they took when they went to a cosplay convention. She was supposed to give this to Vi, the problem was, Vi wasn't in her classroom. She wasn't in the canteen either, nor the usual spot in the gym where she stayed with Mylo and Claggor during lunch.

“Where the hell is Ate Vi? She didn't get in trouble during Valentine's, did she? Or did she score a date?” Powder rhetorically asks the wind, raising Caitlyn's anxiety by 100% as she said her last question.

She hopes- no, prays to whoever's up above that Vi hasn't found a date yet. Call her selfish or greedy, but she truly wants to spend today with Vi, that is if Vi accepts her confession. There was no telling if Vi would even reciprocate her feelings, her feelings that have grown drastically over months. Of course, the multiple hang-outs they planned where they'd often find themselves holding each other's hand until they were home didn't count as proof that Vi liked her back. They went out as friends, friends who shared the same weird interests in horror games and animes, not as girlfriends so that definitely didn't count.

Caitlyn eyed the other pairs in the gymnasium, a little envious of their romance. There were the guys who exchanged their flowers for the chocolates the girlfriends made for them, the girls who received a large money bouquet made of bills folded to mimic roses, and the girls who received a large teddy bear from their significant other. She hopes that someday, she was able to do one of those things for Vi, even if Vi refuses to let her buy gifts.

“Caitlyn Kiramman!” a voice of a guy rang out from the gym, along with a few more students beside him.

And there Caitlyn spotted Mylo and Claggor, but oddly Vi wasn't with them. Powder waved at the guy who called for Caitlyn, like she was aware of what was happening, and finally, she spots Vi. The girl had her arms held by two other students so she couldn't escape, and one of her wrists was locked in one half of the handcuffs, and Caitlyn was slowly realizing what was happening. They were both tricked to stay together in the jail booth.

Caitlyn considered running away from this predicament, but Powder had pulled her towards the other students before she could even process her thoughts. Before she knew it, her and Vi were handcuffed together, locked in the tiny booth that was mostly made of plywood and painted pink on the outside. She wasn't sure if she should complain or just thank Vi's siblings for this- whatever this was. At least there was privacy and nobody could see their business from the outside.

“Hey, cupcake... Sorry about that,” Vi starts, using her free hand to scratch the back of her head. She doesn't fail to notice the envelope in Caitlyn's hand, and she immediately assumes the worst.

“You already have a valentine?”

“W-what? No! That's- this is for you!” Caitlyn sputters in a panic, and Vi just stares at her in awe.

Vi doesn't hesitate to laugh at how flustured Caitlyn got in a matter of seconds, the latter scrunching her face and pouting as a result. Now, Vi smiles, something that Caitlyn frequently sees but it was rarely this bright. She opens her hand, as if to ask Caitlyn for the letter and Caitlyn immediately obliges. She would've preferred if she was able to run away when Vi read her letter, but oh well.

Vi eyes the stamp, raising her cuffed arm and raising Caitlyn's hand along with hers. They giggle for a moment, and Vi finally opens the envelope, pulling out the polaroid picture first. She smiles, her eyes meeting Caitlyn's bright blue ones. She didn't expect Caitlyn to print it out.

“Why the polaroid pic?”

“Thought you might want a keepsake, so... ”

The silence drags out for a while until Vi decides to read the letter that came with the polaroid, and she immediately realizes that Caitlyn has poured out her heart onto paper.

—

Dear Violet,

I wrote this because I had wanted to let you know of something that was happening within me. These past few months, we've gotten super close, haven't we? We've gone together to the arcade multiple times, you went with me to watch Wicked (and agreed that Galinda was definitely gay for Elphaba), and you even went with me to my first ever cosplay comvention. I'm grateful for you, because I haven't found someone to share my interests with before, and now I have you.

I don't exactly know how to say this, that's why I'm writing it. Over the months, I may have accidentally fallen for you, and I don't know how to deal with it. I don't even know if you like women like I do, but I really, really like you. If rejection is what to come after this letter, that's completely alright. I just, wanted to tell you what I felt.

Yours truly,

Cupcake

—

“Do I really look straight?” was the first thing that came out of Vi's lips as she looks up from the letter, wondering if her signals weren't working. She had a carabiner on, rings on multiple fingers, and piercings, even though the school didn't allow the last one.

She was blatantly queer coding, and Caitlyn didn't catch onto it.

“Well... No, I just- didn't want to assume that's all. And we don't really talk about what we are, so I guess I made the wrong assumption,” Caitlyn confesses, thinking that she was making a big fool of herself right now.

“So, you do like me?”

“Yeah.”

“And you're not lying?”

“My mother didn't raise me to lie about my feelings.”

Her response made Vi chuckle slightly, and the two later shared prolonged eye contact. They weren't numb, dense maybe, but they could feel the tension closing in. Their faces got closer, and closer, until their lips were an inch away from each other and they could feel each other's breath. Caitlyn was nervous, even more than before, but when she felt Vi's hand on top of hers, her nerves were immediately relaxed and she looked at Vi once again. Vi finally leaned in, but before their lips could touch, the door of the booth opened.

“Alright, ten minutes is up-” Powder says as she opens the door, eyes widening at the scene.

“Are you two about to kiss?!”

[goddessofroyalty]

Prompt for Zaun Family, if we already have Naph can we have Amaranthine as Jayvik’s daughter? Months or a year later they discover Viktor is pregnant again this time with a daughter and the reactions of the rest of the family. Please

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg 

I’ve realised I forgot to include an Isha-focused scene (she’s mentioned/included in others). Will have to write it before I cross-post on AO3 but want to post this tonight before I go back to work and get snowed under for a week again.  

This is another one of those where scenes end jarring because I kind of ran out of what I wanted to write in them. But also it’s meant to be a lot of short-sharp moments so hopefully it still works.  

Relevant grandparent names to Naph: Vander – Grandpa; Ximena – Gramdma; Silco - Granddam 

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“Has Mylo said anything to you about possibly being pregnant?” The fact Silco has a question for him is hardly surprising to Viktor. While they both work in Piltover the most out of the family Silco doesn’t typically suggest they have lunch together in his office unless there was something he wanted to discuss.  

“No.” The idea of it somewhat terrifies Viktor if he is being honest. He might logically know his siblings, except for Isha, are either nearly or over 20, but the idea of any of them having a child does not feel right. Nor would Viktor know what to do if any of them came to him to discuss it. Even with Naph now 3 and parenting starting to feel a bit more natural for him and Jayce. 

Silco gives a contemplating hum.  

“Jinx would have come to me if it were her,” Silco says, more to himself than Viktor. “And I know Mylo is fooling around with that alpha waitress of Vander’s try as he might to hide it.”  

“And what makes you think one of them might be pregnant?” 

“I found a test in the bin after you visited last,” Silco says. “I, thankfully, no longer have that concern anymore. And would have known it if were mine anyway.”  

“Ah. Of course.” Viktor knows exactly where the test came from seeing he had taken it while visiting his family so Jayce wouldn’t possibly find it. He hadn’t considered his nosy paranoid Dam would likely be on high alert for something like that with two omega children still under his roof.  

Not that Viktor is going to own up to it. Better to put off the awkward conversation a bit longer.  

Silco levels him with a look.  

“Why did you take a pregnancy test Viktor?”  

Shit.  

“I- ah- think you know.” He had been feeling off in a way that reminded him of when he was pregnant with Naph so he had taken one as a precaution. He hadn’t expected it to come back positive.  

Silco curses.  

“You said you were done after Naph,” he hisses, voice quiet as if they might be overheard in his office.  

“I was.” Even before Naph was conceived Viktor had planned to only have one. And even that was because he couldn’t stop thinking about what a child made from him and Jayce would be like. “It was, eh, not intentional.”  

“So you are pregnant?” Silco asks. By the time he would have found the test the results would have been unreliable.  

“Yes.” If he tried to lie Silco would have just made him take another one. “And I have not told Jayce yet so you will not say anything to him.”  

It’s not that Viktor thinks Jayce will be unhappy about the news. No, he will be excited. Viktor just needs to process it a bit more himself before he does. As much as he loves Naph and will love this one as well, pregnancy comes with a cost to his work’s progress and it is better he work through accepting that fact so Jayce’s excitement is not met with bitterness.  

“I won’t,” Silco promises, because he has no problems with keeping secrets from one's mate. “But are you truly doing this again? You hated being pregnant.”  

“So did you. And yet you had four of us.” Viktor definitively isn’t looking forward to the coming months but he would be well supported between Jayce and their families. And Naph had proven that Silco had been right when he said they were worth the effort to make.  

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“We need to talk,” Viktor says after Naph is settled and asleep for the night and Jayce feels his heart plumet.  

He had noticed how Viktor had watched him put their son bed without really helping. An odd expression on his face as he leaned on his crutch braced against the doorframe. Jayce had tried not to think too much into it – even with all the years and a pup into their relationship there were still parts of Viktor that were a mystery to Jayce. Ones he hoped to learn for many years to come.  

“Yeah, sure.” Jayce forces his panic down as he follows Viktor to the main living room and sits across from him the couch. Holding his hands in his lap to hide his panic.  

“I, ah, have something to tell you,” Viktor says. And the panic runs right up Jayce’s spine.  

“Are you dying?” Jayce asks before he can think. The idea of losing Viktor and the life they had together a terrifying and overpowering thought.  

“What? No. Or, well, no more than I normally am,” Viktor says because he loves to remind Jayce that he will not live to an old age. “No, Jayce, I’m pregnant.”  

“Oh!” It’s better news than Viktor’s health taking a sudden dive. Much better news even if Jayce had been perfectly completely happy with them only having Naph. “We’re having another baby?”  

“Yes. That is generally how pregnancies end. Although, I suppose I may miscarry,” Viktor says with a twist of his head as if he is discussing the possibility of the weather changing from the forecast. “Hopefully that does not happen though. If I am going to endure another pregnancy I would like to get another child out of it.”  

“How are you feeling?” Jayce hadn’t forgotten how miserable Viktor had been for most of his pregnancy with Naph. Nor how much work it had been for Viktor to bring him into the world.  

“Tired mostly,” Viktor says. “And a little queasy but I have not vomited yet.”  

“Okay.” Not much different to when he was first pregnant with Naph. Hopefully it wouldn’t be any worse than that one. “We’ll make an appointment with the doctor to see if there’s anything we need to think about that’s different this time. And we probably need to think about moving into a bigger place. And-”  

“Jayce,” Viktor says, cutting Jayce’s continuing to plan off. His expression caution. “Are you happy with the news?”  

“Yes! Of course!” On reflection he had kind of skipped over his excitement in his relief at the news not being bad. Reaching out he takes Viktor’s hands in his own. “I am so excited about us having another baby Vik. But I know it’s not easy on you and I still don’t know how to make it up to you or make it any easier.” 

It had been a thought that had occupied his mind through the entire previous pregnancy. Trying to think of anything he could make or do that would ease the burden on Viktor’s body. Anything more than just be by his side as he suffered.  

“You did a good job last time, so just that again if you could,” Viktor says. “Just one more time though. There will not be another after this.”  

“Of course.” Even though Viktor said that with Naph as well Jayce still believes him. Two is more than enough for them.  

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“We have something to tell you,” Viktor says to Naph in the morning as their son sits up on Jayce’s lap at the table having breakfast. There is a proper chair for him but Jayce is a pushover and always lets him sit in his lap instead.  

“Tell me!” Naph says, looking up between them. His impatience at things inherited from both sides according to all three of his grandparents.  

“You’re going to be a big brother soon,” Jayce tells their son, squeezing him in a tight hug.  

“Eh- in over half a year’s time,” Viktor corrects. The pregnancy still fairly early. “You will be four when your little sibling arrives.”  

“Where are they now?” Naph asks, because he is their child in endless curiosity as well.  

“In your dam’s belly,” Jayce says and Naph eyes immediately hone in on Viktor’s stomach. “They have to grow a bit before you can meet them.” 

“Your belly doesn’t look any different,” Naph says.  

“It will, “Viktor promises him. “I will look very different when they are ready to be born.”  

“Okay. Then can I play with them like Isha?”  

“Not right away. But you will be able to teach them things like Isha teaches you.” The age gap between them will be similar.  

That seems to satisfy Naph’s current curiosity. The usual morning routine being easily returned to.  

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There’s a knock at the door to the lab and before Viktor can look up from his work Naph is yelling for his grandpa. Small footsteps echoing as he races to the door.  

“There’s my favorite grandson!” Vander says, swinging the boy up into his arms as soon as Naph reaches him. Settling him against his hip with well-practiced ease as Viktor finishes his work to a place he can walk away from it and come over. “Where’s your dad?”  

“Jayce had a meeting.” And Viktor felt perfectly comfortable sending him on his way to it while Viktor stayed in the lab with Naph despite Jayce’s many attempts to get an excuse for him not to have to go to the meeting and instead stay in the lab as well.  

“Then how about you go play with your toys while I talk to your Dam and then after we all go get ice-cream?” Vander asks Naph which of course is met with joyful agreement from the child as Viktor mourns a naptime lost to sugar rush.  

“Must you bribe my child?” Viktor asks, leaning on his crutch, as Naph runs off to do as he’s instructed.  

“I’m his grandpa – it's called spoiling when I do it,” Vander says as he pulls Viktor into a hug. “Your dam said you’d have something to talk to me about?”  

“Did he tell you what?” Viktor doesn’t know if he would prefer his dam did or not.  

“No, he didn’t - he’s good at keeping things to himself when he wants to.”  

Viktor well knows. His childhood had been spent asking Vander things if he knew his parents were trying to keep something from him because Silco would never tell.  

“What’s happening Vik?” Vander asks, taking Viktor’s silence as worry.  

“Nothing bad,” Viktor promises. “Just that you will be having another grandchild soon. I’m pregnant.”  

“I take it this wasn’t planned?” Vander asks as he squeezes Viktor tighter against him.  

“Not exactly, no,” Viktor admits freely. His parents can hardly judge for that. “But we are not in a bad position to have another.”  

They were comfortably wealthy from Hextech and Viktor’s health was holding steady for the time being.  

“No, you’re not,” Vander agrees with the odd tone he gets when he’s thinking about how Viktor and his siblings grew up. He gives Viktor one final squeeze before pulling away. “And how’s Jayce taking it?”  

“He’s excited. It feels less scary the second time.” So many of the unknowns feel a bit more known. And they’ve already successfully done it once.  

“Don’t drop your guard – the second born will give you different challenges to your first,” Vander advises.  

“Don’t you mean the third-born?” By all accounts Claggor was the easiest of Viktor’s siblings and Mylo the one who really brought trouble.  

“Claggor might have been easier than Mylo but he was still different to raise to you,” Vander says. “He could run for one. And couldn’t be entertained for hours by letting tinker around Benzo’s shop.”  

Viktor gives a hum as he heads back to his work. There’s a bit further he would like it to be before an ice-cream break.  

“What do you think of being a big brother soon?” Vander asks as he goes to entertain Naph while they wait. Sitting across from his grandson on the floor despite the crack of his knees as he gets down. 

“I’ll be a good one,” Naph says, sounding slightly couched from how much Jayce and Viktor had already started talking him up to it. “And I’ll be extra helpful while dam’s pregnant.”  

“I’m sure you will be,” Vander says, ruffling the boy’s hair. “You’re gonna’ be the best big brother, aren’t you? And good big brothers deserve ice-cream.”  

“Yeah!” Naph cheers. “I want ice-cream.”  

Vander laughs as if he hadn’t put the idea into the boy’s head. And Viktor can only grumble about his son being spoilt by his grandparents as he finishes up so they can go get ice-cream.  

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“I can’t believe you were hiding the fact you were knocked up from us!” Jinx says after just showing up to Viktor and Jayce’s lab and making herself at home in one of the corners.  

It’s moments like this that Viktor misses the days his siblings weren’t allowed in Piltover.  

“I was not hiding it,” Viktor argues. “I just hadn’t told you yet.”  

Jinx snorts.  

“Same thing,” say says, coming over to drape herself over his back. “Didn’t think you’d be one to have a brood – always too busy for us with your work and your experiments.”  

“Two is hardly a brood,” Viktor says as he tries to bat her off.  

“Sure, but how long until two become three and three become four and four become six,” Jinx says as she flits around the room before stopping dead and gasping. “You could be having twins.”  

“No. No twins. It is not twins.” They can’t actually know that for sure until he’s far enough along for a scan. But one is more than enough for his body to handle.  

“Twins would be cute though. You could dress them up in little matching outfits. And it’s one less pregnancy in having your little tribe.”  

“I am not having twins. And we are stopping after this.” Viktor had already starting looking into sterilization options to ensure that fact.  

“You really can be no fun you know,” Jinx says with a pout on her face even as she fiddles with one of the pieces they’ve been working on.  

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“Gross!”  

If Mylo had of known the bathroom was already occupied by his brother puking his guts up, he would have gone to the one in the bar instead. At least there the scent of puke was only lingering.  

“Thank you for the commentary, Mylo,” Viktor says, tone frosty as he glares at Mylo between hurls. Completely unjustified in Mylo’s opinion seeing how it's not an inaccurate summary of the sight.  

The alpha of his shoots Mylo a nervous smile where he’s crouched next to Viktor. One hand rubbing along Mylo’s brother’s back as the other holds a glass of water for him.  

Mylo leans against the doorframe as Viktor rests his head against the toilet. Breakfast apparently finished being brought up.  

“Are they really worth all this?” Mylo had watched Silco go through the same when he was pregnant with Isha and of course Viktor with Naph. As cool as Isha and Naph are now he’s still not sure it’s worth it, especially with how at first, they’re just blobs that cry and shit.  

“Right now, I am not sure,” Viktor says, accepting the cup from Jayce, swishing a mouthful of water before spitting int into the toilet. “But ask me again after they are born and I have seen Jayce hold them. It may be a different answer.”  

Mylo snorts at it. For all his brother's independence and leaving home to go to the fancy academy in Piltover when he was a teenager, he and his alpha sure seem attached to each other.  

“Yeah, well, tell me if there’s anything I can do or whatever,” Mylo says despite being pretty sure it isn’t anything.  

“Thank you, Mylo.”  

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“You’re starting to get big again Vik,” Claggor can’t help but point out as his older brother slowly and carefully makes his way to the booth in the bar they currently have dinner at when he is visiting so his back can be better supported.  

Viktor’s small enough he can still easily slide into the booth despite his now stomach now well protruding from pregnancy.  

“Yes, the doctors have already started strongly recommending I resign myself to bedrest for the remainder,” Viktor says as he rests his crutch against the side of the booth and settles his weight against the back of it.  

“Right,” Claggor says for lack of knowing how else to respond. “Can I get you anything?” 

“Soda, if you could,” Viktor says with a wince. His hand coming to massage at his stomach.  

“’course.” The benefit of having dinner in the bar is it makes it easy to get nearly any drink they could want.  

Viktor gives a small smile when Claggor puts the glass in front of him. Taking a small sip as Claggor sits across from him.  

“Do you know what you’re having yet?” It was around the point Viktor started to look big that they announced they were having a boy with Naph.  

“A girl,” Viktor answers.  

“That’s exciting right?” Something different than they had with Naph.  

“Eh,” Viktor says with a twist of his head. “It does not change much really. I suppose we will use more of Isha’s old clothes than we did with Naph.”  

“That’s fair I guess.” It hadn’t exactly been that big of a deal when Isha was born a girl. Other than the general surprise with the other three of them being boys and everyone having just assumed she would be one as well as a result.  

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“Vi, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”  

“Don’t worry cupcake,” Vi says as she continues to fiddle with the base of Jayce and Viktor’s living room window trying to unlock it from outside. “Vik will be glad to have company while he’s stuck in bed again from the baby. And Jayce asked us to check in on him to make sure he had lunch.”  

“But won’t it be alarming to have someone breaking into his house?” It would be alarming for Cait and she isn’t currently so heavily pregnant the doctors had suggested she stay in bed all day.  

“Not at all,” Vi says grinning as the latch of the window clicks open and she lifts it up climbing through. Leaving Caitlyn no choice but to follow her. “This way he doesn’t have to get up to open the door.”  

“No. Instead I have to get up to see who is breaking into my house,” Viktor’s voice responds from the dark living room The lights flickering on to reveal him in the doorway to his bedroom, wearing one of Jayce’s shirts and leaning heavily on his cane. The strain of the weight of his stomach clear. “You could have at least told me you were coming Violet. I would have gotten dressed.”  

His eyes flicker to Caitlyn when she awkwardly finishes climbing through as well.  

“And that I would be entertaining guests.”  

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Vi says, going over to wrap her arm around Viktor’s middle so he can brace against her as well as his crutch. “We’re here to entertain you. So, let’s get you back to bed.”  

Viktor grumbles something Caitlyn doesn’t understand but lets Vi lead him back to his bedroom.  

“Coming cupcake?” Vi asks.  

“Vi I’m not sure-” Cait starts because she isn’t going to just go into their bedroom.  

“It’s fine Cait,” Viktor says. “It is not as if I can join you in the living room so you may as well join me here.”  

Cait faulters for another moment because it still feels like an overstep before following.  

Vi helps Viktor back into the bed that is covered with notebooks and crayon drawings. Caitlyn catching one as it goes to fall off.  

“Naph has been keeping me company,” Viktor explains when she hands it back to him.  

“That’s sweet of him,” Caitlyn says, bringing the desk chair over to sit beside the bed as Vi settles next to her brother in it, moving the papers around to make room. “You must be nearly due now.”  

“Another month,” Viktor says, rearranging the papers Vi moved. “Assuming I make it to term again.”  

Jayce had mentioned the doctors being worried about that. But Caitlyn isn’t sure how to respond so lets Vi direct the conversation into a different route. 

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Naph holds grandma’s hand tightly as they walk into the hospital. She had been sleeping over with him the last two nights while his parents went to the hospital to have his little sister. She said they could go visit them and his new sister now so long as he was very good and listened to what the adults tell him. 

Grandpa meets them at the entry. Ruffling Naph’s hair and he talks quietly to grandma.  

“You ready to meet your new sister?” Grandpa asks, picking Naph up to sit on his hip.  

“Yes!” Of course he is. He’s waited so long while they grew in dam’s belly.  

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it all last night,” Grandma says and grandpa laughs at it, his chest rumbling where Naph is held against it.  

Grandpa carries him through the hospital halls, grandma following behind. Naph only put down once they reach one of the doors as grandpa knocks on it.  

“Just us,” he calls before opening it. All of Naph’s aunts and uncles gathered around the edges where dam sits up in bed with granddam and dad around him. The three of them all look tired but Naph can’t see where his baby sister is.  

“Where is she?” he asks when dad comes over to hug grandma.  

“You gotta’ be a little patient Naph,” Aunt Vi says after dad hugs him as well and tells him that he’s officially a big brother now. “Come sit down yeah.”  

“But I want to see my little sister!” Naph protests. Because he’s waited so long for her! 

“You will, you just gotta’ sit down first,” Uncle Claggor says, guiding Naph over to the couch in the room where Isha is sitting. Picking him up to put him next to her while grandma goes and talks to dam and granddam.  

Dam hands over something to grandma and Naph cranes his neck because he’s pretty sure that’s his sister. But all he can see is a blanket.  

Dad sits next to him as grandma walks around the room for a minute before finally coming over. She bends over so Naph can see a tiny face peeking out of the blankets.  

“Is that her?”  

“Yes, that’s your little sister Naph,” dad says, an arm wrapped around Naph’s shoulders. “Do you want to hold her?”  

“Yes!”  

“You gotta’ be very careful Naph,” Aunt Jinx tells him, leaning over from behind the couch to look at his new sister as well.  

“I will be,” Naph promises, holding up his arms to take his sister.  

“No, keep your hands in your lap,” dad says, taking hold of Naph’s arms to pull them back to his side. Grandma slowly handing the baby over to him once he has. “And you have to support her head.”  

Isha’s suddenly got her hand under Naph’s baby sister’s head. Giving him a pointed look when he looks over to her and he adjust his arm so it’s where her hand it.  

“There you go,” grandma says drawing her hands away and looking down at him with a proud smile. “You’re doing great.”  

“What do you think Naph?” dad asks, his hands still wrapped around Naph.  

“She’s very pink.” The adults all laugh but it’s true! His little sister is more pink than anyone he’s ever seen before.  

“It will settle down in a couple days,” dad tells him.  

“Okay.” Naph figures his parents know more about little babies than he does. “What’s her name?”  

“Amaranthine.”  

“Ama- Amar- why did you give her a hard name?” Naph was much easier to say than Ama-ran-tine. 

The adults laugh again and Naph puffs his cheeks out because that hardly seems fair when they gave his sister a stilly long name.  

“I told them she should have a Zaun name like yours,” granddam says, because he at least sees sense.  

“You can call her Amara for the time being,” dad says, pressing a kiss to Naph’s hair. “You’re going to help us look after her right?”  

“Yes.” He was her big brother after all and that’s what big brothers did.  

[xnecromantia]

sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . (from Q)

100 Nonverbal Prompts II Accepting

As those slim fingers ghosted across his ribcage underneath a loose-fitting shirt, dancing over the intricate patterns etched there, he drew in a short breath as it sent a shiver down his spine. The delicate touch was both infuriating and addictive; he wanted to get lost in it. And so he did. With eyes closed, he automatically pressed back against the warm body behind him as they guided him in a slow and controlled manner. It had been a while since he allowed himself to simply let go and indulge in the company of another, his hand moving to rest upon the one holding onto his waist. They moved in sync; two individuals chasing an invisible connection for one night. Swift, the Wytch removed the hand from atop his ribcage in order to turn around, facing the other. Gold eyes stared deeply into their different coloured ones, a playful grin gracing his soft features. He took over this time. One of his hands snaked around their neck, fingers collecting into their thick black locks and tugging slightly, whilst his free hand took one of theirs and placed it upon the small of his back. He reconnected their hips, resuming their intimate dance by instigating a swaying side-to-side, fluid.

[danthediamondminecart]

Woweee!!! U said requests, so ofc i would.

Uhh so i checked the tags, but i didnt get it if you dont draw other fandoms than te ones u r in, so i will ask multifandom stuff

(if you dont know the fandom or just dont wanna draw, im completely ok /w it 👍)

(I had to do anonymous but i bet yk who i am)

4 - TangoTek and/or Solidarity

7 - You favorite character (from any media!!)

10 - Sundew and/or Peril from Wings of Fire

14 - Mylo and/or any Warden (Creatures of Somaria

17 - Anyone in The Pink Warriors (Mr Booshot-IBella-PinkLeaf)

33 - BigB and/or ZombieCleo

44 - Mapleshade and/or Hollyleaf from Warrior Cats

49- The RBB hosts and/or JP

61 - Anyone from The Lark (Yaelokre)

77 - Kuromi from Sanrio

91 - Anyone from RBB S1 (maybe their s1 designs and not the new ones??) (not kreek!!!!)

"To think the exit might exist is like belief in god / It's a comfort to pretend it's real when you feel it's not" 4: I Think Therefore I Am - JT Music

This didn't age too well now that the Curse is broken but also THE CURSE IS BROKEN!!!! I love the Phoenix Jimmy stuff I've been seeing, phoenix symbolism my beloved.

But yeah, this song fits the Life Series fairly well. Also, imo it's one of the best, if not the best song JT Music has put out.

PS: I did one other prompt from this list, it'll be out in a few days lel

[xetlynn]

Hello!!!, I just wanted to request a Claggor x pregnant reader (in the good timeline), if that’s possible, thank you so much <3!

I had fun with this one

Arcane Imagines- Claggor

The Favorite

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Prompt: claggor and reader are expecting a baby in a few months. Their family come over with gifts.

“Sweetheart, don’t you dare.” My husband stopped me as I was about to pick up a part of our baby’s bed. I sigh, lifting myself back up while holding the bottom of my stomach. “Claggor I can pick up a piece of wood.” I walk over to him. He sat on the floor trying to figure out the directions to put the crib together. It was mine from when I was a baby that my mom surprisingly kept. 

“Not if I’m here. What if you trip and fall forwards? I would never forgive myself.” He looks up at me with a stern expression. I roll my eyes, nudging him with my knee. “I’m only 31 weeks, I don’t even have the pregnancy waddle yet. So I am very capable of picking things up without tripping.” I fold my arms, a little annoyed with this conversation that we’ve had before. 

Anytime I even lift a finger I get scolded. I can’t cook, I can’t lift anything over 5 pounds, I can’t pick things up off the ground anymore. “You’re in denial first off because you so have a waddle. And second I am here so you don’t need to be capable of picking something up. I got it.” He takes my hand, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Okay, whatever. When our princess comes out being a little diva that’s going to be on you.” I point a finger in his face, he pretends like he’s going to bite me.

“And I’ll be okay with a little diva.” He goes back to building the crib. 

I go out to our living room to sit down on the couch. I let out a bored huff. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here and read? Who does he think I am? I’m tougher than him. I used to be a professional fighter. Now I’m some sort of wife with a great husband who wants to take care of me. 

My hands land on my stomach and I think about our baby who is in my tummy. What will she look like when she’s born? I hope she has my eyebrows. Claggor’s nose. 

A bunch of knocks sound at the door and I frown knowing I have to stand up from just sitting down. I grab the back of the couch and try to push myself up. “Sit down, sit down. I got it.” Claggor rushes past me, getting the door. I blink a few times, now annoyed since I got halfway up!

Vander comes into the house holding two baskets. “I bring gifts for my grandchild!” He laughs excitedly, I grin up at him. “Thank you! You didn’t have to do that!” I appreciate Vander, he’s been such a good help with setting things up for his granddaughter. “Ah, yes I did. She’s going to be such a spoiled girl.” He clasps his hands together after Claggor took the baskets from him, setting them next to me on the couch. 

“Well, we love you.” I smile, taking the first basket and opening it to see little blankets, a thing of diapers and wipes. “This is so helpful.” I start to tear up, Claggor sits next to me pulling me into his arms. “Sorry, I’m just so grateful for this. You don’t understand.” A tear falls and my body wracks in a sob. 

“She’s been crying a lot more lately.” Claggor tells his dad and I sniffle. Vander snickers, “it’s alright. No worries, I know how it goes.” He waves my behavior off. 

“Powder, Ekko and Mylo are going to be stopping by. They told me to let you know.” He exclaims, his arms over his chest as he speaks to us. “Oh man, they’re so sweet!” I cry out, hiding my face in my husband's chest. I feel him shake as he laughs at me. “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He rubs my back up and down. “Sorry,” I sat up, wiping my tears. “Pregnancy brain.” I grab the other basket, opening it to reveal some baby clothes. “Perfect, we’ve been needing to grab some more pajamas.” I take them out of the basket, holding them up one by one to check them out. “So cute.” I squeal, leaning my head on Claggor’s shoulder. 

Not even moments later there’s a pounding at the door and Vander gets it. Mylo sneaks under his arm holding a large golden necklace. “Got this for my niece so she will know who the best Uncle ever is.” He throws it over to Claggor who picks it up in between his fingers to inspect it. “Yeah, she’s never going to wear this.” He deadpans to his brother with an irritated expression. 

“What!? I spent good money on that. She’s going to love it.” He throws his hands in the air. “Mylo, this is fake. Her mother is allergic to fake metal so I’m sure she will be too.” Claggor throws it back to the shorter guy. “Ohhh! He told you.” Powder comes in with a small box, Ekko behind her with painting supplies. “Here ya go!” She places the box down in my lap. “I made them.” She proudly states, hands behind her back. I picked up a light pink rattle. I shook it and it was soft sounding. Perfect for a baby. I look at the others and there were some teething toys along with a few building blocks. “Powder, thank you! This is amazing.” I grin up at her. “Awe, it’s nothing much. I’m excited to meet your beautiful bundle of joy!” 

Ekko wiggles the paint supplies and I point to the bedroom. “Thank you again, Ekko!” I call after him. “No problem! I’m so excited to do this.” He pokes his head out to tell me and I chuckle. “Also, could you clean this mess up? Or is the crib supposed to look like this?” He looks to Claggor who groans. “I forgot all about it. I’ll be back, babe.” He plants a kiss on my lips before heading into our daughter’s bedroom. 

Powder plops down in his spot, Vander reprimands his other son about trying to give a baby a gold chain that ended up being fake. I giggle, turning to my sister-in-law.

“You’re so talented Pow.” I lift up her artwork and her face flushes. “Thank you, I didn’t know what to get you guys for her. Ekko said something about giving you little toys. Then I thought about how I could just make the toys myself.” She explains her process and I smile. “Well this is a great gift.”

“I’m going to be her favorite uncle, trust!” Mylo tells his dad who scoffs. “You don’t even know what to get a kid.” Vander places his hands on his hips. “You’re right but I know how to make the kid look cool. She’ll be beating up bitches left and right.” He announces and I snort. 

“That’s why you’re not babysitting. Ever.” Claggor comes back into the room. He turns to look at me but then sees Powder in his spot and he frowns. “What? Why not?” Mylo asks. 

“You want my kid to be violent. She’s not going to be.” Claggor pinches the bridge of his nose, not believing this was actually a question. “Yeah, that’s why I’m going to be the favorite. Praise peace and love.” Ekko peaks out behind my husband and I snicker. “You are not going to be the favorite! You guys will eat your words when the first thing she says is Uncle Mylo.” He points at all of us. I hold my stomach from how hard I’m laughing. Powder giggling with me, her hand grabbing onto my wrist trying to contain herself as well. 

“Her first word will be dada. Not her uncle who is an idiot.” Claggor argues, I raise my eyebrow. Dada? It’s definitely going to be mama but I don’t have the energy to join this fight. "I'm not an idiot." Mylo furrows his eyebrows.

“It could be Uncle Ekko. I top all you suckers.” Ekko says and now the three are all in a very heated argument about my daughter who’s not even out of the womb yet. 

Powder turns to me, putting a hand in front of my ear. “I hope they realize the favorite is actually going to be me… Gonna be so embarrassed when they find out.” She tells me and I grin. “You’re so right.” I nod my head. 

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Gonna try to grind more requests I do have over 25 at the moment so be patient with me!!!! I enjoy this so much. I love seeing all the love!!!! I am getting sick though so if I start to slow down on my posts that's why. I can already feel my body aching:(

N e wayzzz, love you guys!!!!!