#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]

Fandom: Arcane

Verse: Zaun Family

Someone a while ago asked for Viktor interacting with his brothers in Zaun Family – so here’s with Mylo.

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“What are you doing up?” Viktor asks the shadows of the Last Drop.

“What are you doing up?” Mylo asks as he steps out of the shadows to come over to the bench Viktor had spread out on as the bar closed for the night. Picking up one of the cogs from the edge of it and twisting it around in his free hand in a play at caring about it.

“I am older. I am allowed to be up longer.” And their parents had long given up trying to get him to stop when he got caught up with his work. Viktor unafraid to point out the hypocrisy when they tried. “Where were you going?”

“How do you know I was going anywhere? Might have just wanted a snack.”

“You wouldn’t have tried to hide if you were. And you have your shoes on you.”

Mylo swears, dropping the cog as he shoves the shoes behind his back. His hidden hand still an obvious indicator that he’s up to something.

“Where were you going?” Viktor asks because it is so late that even Zaun is mostly asleep.

“What, so you can tell dads?”

“Do I need to?” Viktor has never been interested in getting his siblings into trouble just because he could. They were good enough at it amongst themselves. And he knows secrets sometimes are necessary even from their parents.

It takes a minute for Mylo to respond. He’s already been caught out and he knows if he doesn’t tell Viktor why there’s a greater chance their parents will be told about him sneaking out.

“You know the old factory at the edge of the Lanes?” Mylo asks. “People say it’s haunted. I’m going to see if I can see a ghost.”

Viktor has heard the rumors about the factory. He also knows that its walls are made of a metal prone to expanding and contracting with the weather causing horrible creaks to echo through it and furniture to shift.

“Are you going alone?” Viktor would. Other people would risk ruining his data and any conclusion he could draw from it likely worthless as a result.

“No,” Mylo says with a snort. “I’m not stupid. There’s a group of us going. We’re meeting up outside Uncle Benzo’s shop, assuming they haven’t already left without me.”

It’s innocent mischief. Even if Viktor bothered to tell their parents about it they wouldn’t care.

“If you do find any evidence-“ Viktor stars despite doubting they will. The scientific method is not his brother’s strong-suit and a group of teens arguably the worst company for any kind of investigation. But his brother might still find something else of interest in his search for ghosts.

“I’ll be sure to show you,” Mylo says with a roll of his eyes. “You’re not going to dob me in though right?”

No,” Viktor says, “but be sure to be in bed by morning.”

“Have been the other three times,” Mylo says with a grin, making Viktor realize his brother may possibly be more stealthy than he assumed.

[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.

[kommbee]

Arcane au Pt. 2

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Minor changes have been made to the au regarding Ekko’s creature!

He is now a griffin (owl base instead of the stereotypical eagle or hawk)

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I have some physical traits I would like to share about their monster anatomy!

For werewolves I see them being typically pretty hairy, even the females!! Of course Vander was already hairy but now its in overdrive and Vi is also growing some hair around the arms. Powder has some fur but not as much as the other two. I also picture their eyes being a lot brighter almost glowing in the dark and people comment on it a lot I see Powder’s blue eyes being the most captivating (yes I know jinx and vi have basically the same eye color) their teeth are almost dog like and when they smile you can see the difference.

For claggor who is a minator he was born that way and yes he has a bull head. I dont see it being a were-like transformation, more like thats how he was formed? Everything about him is basically the same tho

Mylo is also your stereotypical imp with the tail, horns, and claws. He has little wings on his back but they never grew big enough for him to fly at his age.

Ekko is sorta like the werewolves where he has fur on his body but his eyes dont glow like theirs, instead he has feather like hair that I will draw for visuals later!!! I also see him having talons instead of claws (or are those the same thing?)

Caitlyn is also a regular true blooded vampire! Xd

Anyways I might write some more later depending on how I feel

I was pretty upset today and wanted to shed some light on this au again

[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.

[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

[arcane] [main page]

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!!!!!

[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

[isopodstypewriter]

Lewd

wc: 536, kept it short an: Idea taken from both a prompt list and ideas I was cooking up with pluto!! The return of giant mylo hooray!! Enjoy :3

cw/tw: horny fish [/ref], size difference tldr: Your big fishe boyfriend was getting a frisky kind of dream.

You and Mylo were sleeping in his cave, he had you comfortably smushed in his large tail, which kept you lulled in sleep throughout the night. You were snoozing away soundly when his voice woke you up.

"Mmmhhh.. [name]..." He said quietly, could he have been talking in his sleep? It was barely more than a whisper. You wiggled your way up a bit so you were less squished in his tail so you could get a better view.

He was snoring as usual, "S..sweetie.." ..was that a moan? No, it wouldn't be, he's asleep how could he moan? That nickname just perked up your interest more. What was he dreaming about? You just kept resting on his tail, listening to him snore and mumble in between.

"My seastar.. " his face was flushing a deep shade of blue due to his skin, "Auuhh.. Sweetie.." This was becoming weirder. But you weren't complaining. It was hot, in a strange way. One thing you could complain about was his tail thumping against the ground now as he slept, and since you were lying on it it caused you to shake a bit, even if the part thumping was far away.

"F..feels good," By now it was way obvious that he was having a wet dream about you, who knew he could have one? Maybe this was normal for him? You could hear him quietly whimpering, his tail still thumping. Seeing him all pathetic like this was really sweet, cute even. Made you wonder if you could actually get him to be like that, rather than just in a dream.

He moaned softly, "B..baby.." He breathed, you could only imagine what his big dumb head was thinking of as he slept, you couldn't wait for him to wake up and ask him.

He suddenly gasped awake, immediately seeing you staring up at him and his face flushed again.

"I..I'm, uh.. Hey, sailor.." He tried to be nonchalant, clearly hoping he hadn't been vocal. If he had even thought that far. He was more likely just flustered from whatever it was exactly that you were doing [or being done] in his dreams.

"Soo, and you call me a lewd thing, huh?" You smirked, his eyes widened, "Oh, don't play dumb. C'mon, tell me what you were dreaming about, I get the gist of it."

"Well- uhm-" he buried his face in his tail, sighing, peeked out a bit to look at you, "If you get the gist, then you don't need everything," how sweet, a bargain. But you're not that easily persuaded.

"Spill it," you argued. He sighed semi-frustratedly.

"Fine-!" He snapped, no malice behind it though, "I.. was in my human form and we fucked, ...you fucked, specifically-" He didn't dare look at you out of embarrassment.

"Awwh," You crawled toward his face and gave him a peck on the nose, "Its alright, I'd probably do that, at least your head's accurate,"

"You're horrible, seastar," he grumbled, ruffling your hair with a clawed finger, you smiled. He huffed, pushing you back into his chubby tail, you groaned quietly as you relaxed again. He slowly started to doze off again, you just hoped he'd be vocal about his dream again.

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Hope this was a good one!!! I'll come out with more Mylo hopefully, been in a bit of writer's block so whoopsies

-🪶

[starry-nights12]

One Word Prompt (Jinx Diary)

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It was supposed to be a really nice night.

Ekko had visited me in my room. We lay on my bed, my head on his chest, and he wrapped his strong arm around my waist.

We held hands and talked about everything and nothing. We pretended the crystals hanging from my ceiling were stars.

I winded up the music box and we listened to that. The circular lightbulb spun around and reflected on the colorful crystals inside like a little dance.

I love it so much.

It's the first gift Ekko gave to me as his friend.

He assured me that we could be happy. We can make more pleasant memories together moving forward.

It's precious to me. It's my own treasure from a kind, loving, and caring man. If there was any doubt that I had a crush on him, that morning would prove it. ♡

I listened to his steady breathing and his heartbeat as he eventually fell asleep.

It always stared at me and I stared back.

The stuffed bunny is nailed above my desk next to my small memorial for my brothers and Dads.

It watched me grow up when she

I shouldn't think about her.

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I wasn't able to sleep last night.

Even when I'm cuddling with Ekko, I couldn't get comfortable. I was thinking about her when I shouldn't be. I tried not to but it's hard sometimes. I didn't want to.

So, I focused my attention on Ekko. I stayed up and watched him all night.

He looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. I thought about how beautiful his personality was and how that made him more attractive.

I thought about how he wasn't a liar. He would never turn his back on me or betray me like she did.

The sunrised and its light peaked through the curtain.

The soft sunlight outlined his body and made his rich, dark brown skin almost glowed. His silver loc cuffs glinted prettily around white dreads.

He's stunning. Breathtakingly beautiful. There's no one else to compare him to. I can stare at him forever and ever. ♡

He opened his warm brown eyes at me and my smile was instant. "Mornin', Sleeping Beauty."

He smiled back at me softly. "Morning, pretty girl," he mumbled all sleepily.

It was a slow and lazy kiss but my heart fluttered and I felt sparks igniting like fireworks on my lips.

I felt warm and soft all over. He was mine and I was his. ♡

Adina and the others are making breakfast today. I told him I'd be down in a minute.

I was content.

I was loved unconditionally.

I was happy with the secret, little life I made.

At times like this, I wonder what Vi was up to.

It was a stupid thing to do.

She's cuddling with that demon while they smile and giggle as they plot my demise. How they're excited to throw me in Stillwater and the different ways I'll be murdered.

I can't even enjoy my morning with Little Man. Even when they're not here they RUIN EVERYTHING!

How can Caitlyn be more important than me? I'm her SISTER. Or at least I WAS until she made her final choice.

It could have been the three of us. Me, Vi, and Ekko. We could have all been happy and together instead of drifting apart.

She used to love me. I wished she still did but she made her choice.

But I killed our family and ruined all our lives. She's disgusted with me.

I miss her.

Miss Sis?

What's to miss???

There's nothing to reminisce except her fist turning me into this while she lives her life in bliss.

I needed her and she punched me.

SHE LEFT ME AGAIN.

I'm NEVER good enough for her. I'LL NEVER BE. She's DEAD to me.

Mylo was right.

She cares about that Enforcer more than me.  I KNOW IT.

I DON'T WANT HER.

I DON'T NEED HER!

I DON'T.

I DON'T.

I DON'T!!!

My Ekko is perfect. He's an angel.♡

He stayed. For now

He's all I have left.

He promised to always love me.

He's not like her.

He's all I need and wanted.

I love you, Ekko.

Always♡

[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.

[band--psycho]

Vander x Reader - Surpirse Christmas Gifts

I'm really sorry I didn't post a story yesterday, time kinda ran away away with me!

Anyways, here is the story I was meant to post yesterday, I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Prompt - I know I said no presents this year but…

“Vander? Are you okay?” Y/n asked, her eyes scanning over Vander suspiciously, as she placed the last of the kids presents under the Christmas tree. 

“I’m okay, just worried you’re gonna kill me,” Vander chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as his anxiety grew, while the other stayed behind his back. Vander wasn’t usually an anxious man, hell the last time he was this anxious was when he was preparing himself to ask Y/n out on their first date. 

“Why would I kill you?” Y/n asked lightheartedly, walking over to him with a questionable look in her eyes, trying to work out what he had done that would be worthy of her killing him.

“Well, I know we said no presents this year for us but…” he began moving his arm from behind his back to reveal an almost perfectly wrapped present. 

“I know you’re probably gonna be mad, doll, but I just saw it and I couldn’t resist buying it for ya,” Vander continued, passing the wrapped present over to Y/n. 

She tried to act annoyed but she couldn’t; the fact that he’d done this made her heart swell with nothing but love. 

“Well now I am curious,” Y/n stated, carefully unwrapping the present that had been placed in her hands.  

She didn’t think she could love Vander anymore, and yet somehow he always managed to make her fall more and more in love with him. 

In her hands, was a book; now for most people a book wouldn’t be an amazing gift but for Y/n it was absolutely everything. 

“Vander,” Y/n breathed practically in awe. 

The book was a fairytale book that she owned when she was younger; throughout the years it had grown tattered and torn, and here it was in her hands looking brand new. 

“Is it okay?” Vander asked, terrified that something about it just wasn’t right. 

“It’s perfect,” Y/n answered, with a beaming smile on her face as she all but practically jumped into his arms.   

“I’m so glad you like it,” Vander sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around her waist, spinning her around in a circle for a few seconds, before placing her back in the spot she’d been standing. 

he only reason Y/n and Vander had agreed to not get each other Christmas presents this year was because they wanted to make it more magical for the kids. They wanted to give Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor as many gifts as they could afford and decorate the house in a festive style. 

But it also allowed Y/n to put some money away for a little unexpected bundle of joy….their fifth child. 

“I…um…I actually have an admission to make,” Y/n began, quickly sorting through all the presents she’d put under the tree until she found the small wrapped up box she was searching for.

“I got you a present too,”

It wasn’t until a few days ago they Y/n found out she was pregnant. Her period was later and she took the test to rule out the possibility of pregnancy, but instead of the test coming back negative…it came back positive. 

She wanted to tell Vander as soon as she saw the result but then she remembered how close to Christmas it was so decided to wrap it up in a little box that he could unwrap. 

Although she was beyond excited at the result, she couldn’t shift the nervousness that was burrowing away in the back of her mind.

They’d often discussed having another child but they had never really talked about officially trying for a baby. 

“Well our not buying each other gifts agreement has worked brilliantly,” Vander chuckled as he started to unwrap the present. 

It was like her world slowed down as he lifted the lid off of the box. 

“You're pregnant?” He whispered, the shock evident in his voice. Though his voice was but a whisper it was loud enough for Y/n to hear. He glanced up at Y/n, before looking back at the test in the box. 

Y/n nodded nervously; not trusting her own voice; as the silence continued she noticed her heart was beating faster and faster. So much she thought it was going to beat out of her chest. 

“Van-”

Y/n didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before she saw Vander bend down slightly as his hands made their way to her stomach. 

“There’s a little human in there?” He asked, his eyes brimming with tears. 

Y/n nodded again.

Almost instantly (and very carefully) Vander wrapped Y/n in his embrace. Completely and utterly overjoyed with the news that Y/n was pregnant. 

“I love you so much, doll, so, so much,” he breathed, placing multiple soft kisses on the top of her head as he held her close.

“I love you too Vander,” Y/n cooed, feeling relief wash over her as he held her in his arms.

“Yknow we’re gonna have to tell the kids?” 

“We know,” Vi stated, making both Vander and Y/n jump as they turned towards the staircase to see Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor on the staircase. All four of the kids looked extremely serious as they made their way down the staircase until they were standing in front of their adoptive parents; before all four of them hugged Vander and Y/n.

“Take it you guys are happy about the news?” Vander asked, with a beaming smile on his face.

“Another addition to our family? Of course we’re happy,” Vi responded, with a similar smile on her face. 

“I won’t be the youngest anymore,” Powder squealed excitedly as Y/n picked her up. 

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PROJECT PLUTO

Sevika and Vi Roommate AU

Sevika gets an unwanted pink rat as a roommate. 

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Silco

Mentioned Characters: Powder, Ekko, Lux, Mylo, Claggor, Vander

Pairings: Powder x Ekko x Lux (mentioned)

Content Warning: Cursing, arguing, hinting of drugs, description of smoking, brief mention of food, brief mention of death

Word Count: 3141

☾*:･ﾟ✧. so, my first full fic on here. credit to my sister for this prompt. its basically kind of like crack, (maybe?). there is NO romantic intent between sevika and vi, none of my works with them will be, they just bicker like siblings, maybe even like parent and child. yes sevika is desi in here, she will be desi in any of my pieces of work that includes her. whether she is from pakistan, india or bangladesh, i don't know. that can be debated.

What the fuck.

Sevika was undeniably pissed. It was a normal occurrence for her to be angry over things she couldn’t control; whether it was a stupid employee fucking something up, or if she didn’t have any of her makhan bada stocked in the fridge, or if her mechanical arm wasn't co-operating with her brain. Or the way she could never get her ponytail right, even if it is the simplest of hairstyles. But this. This took the cake. Nothing pissed her off more than the two brats that seemed to wedge their way into her sweet simple life; it felt as though they stuck their little, grubby fingers so far up her ass to pull out her guts only to throw them right back at her face. Brats. 

Sevika curls her nose up in distaste, her prosthetic fingers twitching to curl up in a fist; her eyes squinting distastefully at Vi. Vi had a cocky smirk on her lips; the kind that had the corner of her mouth lazily pulled up. It pissed Sevika off; if it weren’t for the very expensive, fine China vase she would gladly throw a punch. Or two.  

“What is this pink rat doing here? She's my roommate? I don't want it.” She at least is thankful the blue one isn't here. Ugh.

Vi’s smirk seemed to deepen, scoffing quietly as she walked toward Sevika. She even walks stupidly. “I have red hair now, see?” Sevika lets out a distasteful growl, as Vi so nicely shakes her disgusting red hair in Sevika’s face. Sevika lets out a guttural groan as she turns her head away, her hand pushing at Vi to move her away, Vi only staggers slightly before she finds her footing again, leaning against the back of the sofa, the smirk disappearing for a small snarl to take its place. 

Silco only blinks, looking at Sevika before he slips his hands into his pockets. He decided not to wear his fake eye today, just a flesh of pink left behind his eyelids. He sighs quietly. “You have agreed to a roommate, Sevika.” Silco shifts his weight slightly, his shoulders hunching as he does so. 

Ugh. His posture is horrible. 

Sevika’s lips curl into a frown as she gestures a hand to Vi. “You didn't tell me it was her.” 

“I knew you would refuse if I did. I am doing this for Powder, she will be staying until she is able to find a place for herself. It won't be that long.” 

Sevika clicks her tongue, crossing her arms against her chest. “Why couldn't she have stayed with Powder? Or the other brats?” 

Vi crosses her arms as well, her hip jutting out slightly. “Mylo is essentially homeless; he's staying with Powder, Ekko and Lux right now, and Claggor only has one room at The Last Drop.” Vi then scoffs, her face scrunching slightly as she throws a hand toward Silco. “I don't want to stay with him.” Vi tightens her arms over her chest, clicking her tongue. “He says your house is bigger.” 

Sevika runs a hand down her face in exasperation. “I regret helping run a pharmaceutical business.” 

Vi scoffs, her eyes lowering down Sevika’s form before she sneaks a glance back at Silco. “Just a pharmaceutical business?”

Sevika snarls, her body hunching up and her hands curling into tight fists. She starts to take a threatening step toward Vi. “Why you-” 

“That's enough. Vi will be staying here. End of discussion.”

It’s been a week since the pink rat stole the extra space in her humble abode, Sevika didn’t like it. Vi didn’t do anything; she was just there. Always there. Sevika would always see an extra pair of shoes and slippers by the door, and would find short strands of red hair on her living room sofa, or would even see her stupid red jacket lazily thrown over a random, poor sofa or chair. Sevika heard her when she tried to go to bed, when she talked too loud and could hear her heavy footfalls thundering around the apartment for bathroom breaks. How much water does she fucking drink? She heard her when she laughed loudly at her own jokes. 

You know what’s worse? They’re dad jokes, Vi laughs at her own dad jokes. It was as if a little angry, red old man moved in. 

Sevika sighs deeply, stretching her arms over her head. Usually, she would be… okay starting the day, with a nice cup of tea and makhan bada, a nice workout. Normally, her days were quiet, calm and alone. That was until the pink rat took the room opposite hers. Her presence inflating to every inch of that room, nothing of Sevika was left. The audacity. Sevika also has an inkling that she's been stealing her food. The little shit. 

Determined to catch Vi in the act, Sevika bounds to the bathroom, and quickly but thoroughly takes a shower; she doesn't allow herself to shiver and jerk at the cold water before stepping out, wiping herself quickly. Sevika takes a seat to connect her prosthetic arm, her mind drifting to whatever Vi could be doing in the kitchen. God, she’s going to raid the cabinets, take everything her small body can consume. Or, what if she uses all her loose tea leaves? That shit is expensive. Soon enough, she’s gargling the last of her minty spit out in the sick, before she finds herself in the kitchen with Vi… playing video games? In the kitchen? At 9 in the morning? 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

Vi swivels, yes swivels- her head to give Sevika an incredulous look, her fingers still over her keyboard. “Playing video games.” 

“Have you even eaten breakfast?” 

Vi doesn’t bother looking up at Sevika again, as her eyes are glued to the screen. “What are you? My mum?”

Sevika doesn’t answer to that but lets out a determined grunt as she stalks toward the fridge; a shiver just went up Sevika’s spine at the mere thought of even going anywhere near- 

“Who’s Jinx?”

Vi lets out a sigh, blinking slowly at the screen, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “It’s Powder. Now, shut up; stop distracting me.”  

Sevika grunts, her lips snarling as she opens the fridge. Her eyes scan the fridge; finding her sweet box, filled with makhan bada, she takes it out gently; opening the lid. One, two, three, four, five, si- the little shit. Sevika turns to look at Vi; whose attention is still on the laptop in front of her; Sevika squints; Vi doesn’t look nervous; her eyebrows are furrowed, and there's a little curl on her top lip as she concentrates, her grey eyes scanning the screen. She doesn’t look guilty, but she is. Sevika knows deep down. She has to be. 

Sevika breathes heavily through her nose, closing the lid gently as she places it back in its fridge. “You’ve eaten my food.” 

Vi just briefly looked up at Sevika, before they glued back on the screen again. “No, I didn’t.” The look of a lying, thieving bitch. 

Sevika blinks at Vi. “Yes, you did.” 

“Did you see me?” 

This b- “No.” 

Vi hums, smiling triumphantly at the sound of a woman shouting ‘VICTORY’ swimming out from her laptop speakers, as she leans back on her chair. “Then I didn’t.” 

Sevika can feel a vein start to pulsate on her temple. “You and I only live here.” 

Vi shrugs, her fingers gliding across the trackpad before closing the lid on her laptop. “You don’t know that. Somebody else could be living here, they could be living in the attic.” 

Sevika gives Vi an incredulous look; she can almost feel the steam coming from her ears. “This is an apartment, it doesn’t have an attic!” 

Vi gives Sevika an incredulous look of hers in return, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her elbow reaching up to rest against the back of her barstool. “The basement then.”  

Sevika breathes in deeply, her nostrils flaring; something Vi supposedly finds funny. Sevika could almost feel her hair grey 20 years quicker. “Don’t touch my food!”

Sevika wants to die. She could only stare up at her ceiling as the horrid sound of ‘music’ ruptured her eardrums, her eyes angrily running over the corners of her ceiling. I should get the ceiling repainted. She sighs heavily, glaring at the ceiling when the volume increases; it felt as though the whole apartment was dancing. Sevika could have sworn she saw her pictures shaking slightly. She hopes that her fine China vase is safe.

Sevika- embarrassingly enough- jumps slightly; her arms under her chest squeezing against her body, when the horrid music… started to scream. Screaming? 

Sevika grunts to herself, ripping the blankets off of her, not bothering to put her slippers on before she’s pounding her large fist on Vi’s bedroom door, hard enough that Sevika swears there’s wood splintering. Sevika doesn’t waste another moment to raise her fist, before the door flies open and Sevika is looking down at Vi. 

God, she’s short. 

“Turning the fucking music down!” 

Vi leans against the doorframe, waving a finger at her ear as she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. Sevika doesn’t bother hiding her eye roll, as she bulldozes through Vi and into her room. She can vaguely hear Vi shout behind her, underneath all the horrid layers of music she decided to haunt the entire apartment building. Perhaps, baking cookies is necessary now. 

Vi can only raise an eyebrow at the way Sevika is frantically looking around her room, her short ponytail bouncing along with her, before Vi stands up straight, her mouth agape as Sevika angrily smacks the speaker, the piece of tech hitting harshly against the wall before the music stops, small pieces of plastic falling from the gadget and landing on the carpet with a small thud. 

“You broke my speaker!” 

“You’re playing God awful music! I’m doing us all a favour!”

Vi splutters, pointing her finger at the ground as she stomps her foot lightly. “Don’t bring God into this! My music is not that bad!” 

“You don’t even believe in God!” Sevika snarls, her fists curling tightly. “I’m trying to sleep!” 

Vi scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest, as she shifts her weight to one foot, jutting her hip out. “At this hour? Letting your old, wrinkly body rest and recharge?”

Sevika could only let out a disgusted grunt, the statement bringing a visceral bodily shiver as she turned her head, as if keeping the pink rat out of her sight would help her, with the kind reminder of what her body could end up like. It did not. “Don’t talk about my body like that! I’m only like 10 years older than you!” 

“10 years too old!” Vi then gestures to the broken speaker; shaking her hand at it for emphasis, laying on the floor, in sad broken pieces. “You have to pay for my speaker now!” 

Sevika waves a hand dismissively at Vi, huffing as she crosses her arms over her chest; her eyes lazily running over Vi’s room. “What am I? Your mother? Paying for your shit.” 

Vi glares at Sevika, her nose scrunching as her lips turn into a small frown. “The shit you broke!” 

Sevika scoffs, rolling her eyes again. “I couldn’t find the off button, which wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t put your music so fucking loud!”

Vi lets out a loud groan, her hands coming up to tug at her slightly before she turns to stomp out into the hallway. “Ugh, I can’t wait to move out!”  

Sevika lets out an amused sound that sounded like a merge of a laugh and a scoff. “You and I both! Maybe, then I’ll get some peace and fucking quiet!” Sevika lets her arms fall to her sides, looking around Vi’s bedroom. “And pick up your shit! This room’s a mess!” 

Vi doesn’t bother turning her head to talk, as she reaches the end of the hallway. “You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mother! My mum’s dead! Ass.” Vi throws in a colourful middle finger for good measure. 

Vi sighs, blowing out a puff of smoke as she rests her head against the back of the sofa. She can feel her whole body relax, the calm settling over her heart, and weighing her limbs down. It felt nice, sure her mouth was a little dry, her stomach wasn’t settling right- it wasn’t the milk from this morning- and to everyone else it looked as though she had cried for a whole night, and she could have sworn the blue petals on the fine China vase were waving at her but it felt nice. She should stop, but another side effect of weed is poor judgement so she carries on. Vi is probably on her 3rd joint, when the front door opened, the shuffling and a quiet thud of boots falling to the ground before-

“What the fuck?” 

Oh, Sevika’s home. 

Sevika’s nose curls as her lips carved into a frown, she’s in trouble, Vi realises; so she doesn’t bother saying anything, as she brings the joint up to her mouth again, breathing in the faint citrus taste, before the smoke escapes her mouth and nose. 

“Why are you smoking weed in my living room?”

Vi smacks her lips, seemingly distracted by the whirls of smoke coming from her mouth before she remembers that Sevika asked her a question. “Ah, just wanted to piss you off.” 

Vi could only hear Sevika grumbling, before the joint was roughly snatched from her hands, Vi’s reaction was delayed, so she could only stare wide eyed as Sevika glares at the joint, squeezing it slightly in her hands before she brings it to her own mouth, taking a puff. Vi glares at Sevika, an almost confused look on her face. “Oi!”  

Sevika just blows out the smoke, her eyes watching its movements before it disappears quickly. She turns to take a seat by the sofa, her large hands harshly smacking Vi’s feet off the coffee table, wiping the glass as she lets out a grunt when she takes a seat. She stares at the joint between her fingers, taking another puff before she leans back on the sofa. “Shit.” 

Vi could only snap out of her; she turns to stare at Sevika, her eyebrows raising before a smirk falls onto her face. “Go, old hag! You only live once, amiright?” 

Sevika just grunts; sending a harsh glare at Vi from the corner of her eyes, taking another blow from the joint; letting the smoke fly from her nostrils. Sevika did not think she would be smoking weed in her living room next to the pink rat she unfortunately calls her roommate, but she’s here smoking weed with her angry pink roommate. 

Surprisingly, Sevika and Vi lost track of time; the living room reeked of the strong, pungent smell of weed, if the living room wasn’t open plan; the whole room would have looked like fog. It made Sevika’s head spin; but being high on weed helped, it also helped with the thought that she was actually smoking weed with Vi, it greatly helped without any conversation or arguments. 

“So-” 

Sevika groans loudly, knocking her head back on the sofa. 

“Damn, who pissed in your tea?” Vi keeps her gaze on Sevika; letting swirls of smoke escape from the corner of her mouth. In Sevika’s eyes; Vi looks like shit; her eyes were bloodshot; her face looked too long and her hair was too red. Most times she looked like a worm. In Vi’s eyes, Sevika looks like shit, her eyes looked as though looking at everything all at once, Sevika’s hair looks as though she shook it a million times, and dragged it across her floor. Vi thinks she would have been a bear in her past life.  

Sevika pinches the bridge of her nose, taking another quick puff from her joint, letting it swim out of her mouth when she sighs. “Just- this brat was talking my ear off today at work, and- just shut up, okay?” 

Vi reaches forward to snub out the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table; bending the small stick and wiping her hands off of any excess leaves. She leans back on the sofa, interlocking her fingers in her lap as she gives Sevika a knowing look. “The pharmaceutical side or the pharmaceutical side?”

Sevika could only stop smoking to give Vi an incredulous look, her top lip pulling up in distaste before she blows out the smoke into Vi’s face, smirking when Vi grimaces, blinking her red eyes. “Little shit.” 

Vi’s own lip pulls up in a snarl, as her eyes run over Sevika’s form once, before they land back on her face. “Bitch.” 

“Don’t talk to your elders that way.” 

“Now you want to be older.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just interlocking her fingers over her stomach as she settles down into the sofa, sighing loudly. Vi is a sleepy stoner. 

“What happened at your work that got you here?” 

Vi didn’t feel so sleepy anymore, she stared wide-eyed at Sevika, her senses were slowly coming back to her and she felt as though she was in her own body again. Fuck you, Sevika. “Shit, umm…” Vi sighs, running her hand over her face, before she pulls back her hair, huffing slightly when it falls back into her eye again. “My.. ex trainer got sacked for sexually harassing his intern, I’m still looking for a trainer. It’s not good habit to book fights without one so…” 

For once Sevika was too stunned to say anything, looking down at the way the tip of the joint burnt softly. Sevika clears her throat, tapping the joint, and watching the way the ashes fall into the ashtray. Don’t say it, Sevika. Don’t say it. “I can be your trainer.” Fuck you, Sevika. 

Vi’s face looked as though Sevika grew another head, her eyes scanning over Sevika’s face for any deceptions. “...Sevika? Are you sure this is you? Maybe let the weed effect go away. Come back to me in an hour.” Vi waves her hand dismissively, leaning her head back onto the sofa, closing her eyes again. 

Sevika lets out a huff, rolling her eyes. “I used to have fun sparring with Vander before he died, wouldn’t mind having something like that again.” Sevika sneaks a glance at Vi from the corner of her eyes. “I’m only going to ask once.” 

Vi smacks her lips, a sigh falling from her lips as she slowly raises her head to look at Sevika, before she shrugs. “Sure, why not?” 

Sevika huffs. “I still want you gone, brat.” 

[xnecromantia]

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily / from tom

Nonverbal RP Starters II Accepting

                                                       Were you in on this?

                  The words were muffled but he could quite clearly hear the anger in their tone. It was paired with an incessant banging of a fist against his door, which was loud enough for his neighbours to hear. No consideration for others; typical. Although the ordeal could be jarring for some, he expected this to happen. It was simply a matter of how long it would be before Tom showed up, and he was surprised to notice it was later than he thought. A whole two days. He allowed the shouting to continue for a moment longer, before deciding to address the issue -- more out of courtesy to the humans in the apartment complex. It was pretty late at night and most of them would be asleep. But his movements were casual, nevertheless. He had all the time in the world. From his sprawled out position on the couch, his fingers closed around the remote control and paused the movie he was watching. It was an old thriller, the title evading him; an easy viewing for somebody who struggled to sleep nowadays. Sliding off the couch onto his feet, the Wytch stretched out his idle muscles before making his way over to the door. Feigning confusion, his eyebrows pulled together into a deep frown as he finally came face-to-face with a rather displeased male.

                "What are you doing here? It's late-" but his words were cut off as Tom repeated the question, pointing to the obvious predicament behind him. A creature - better known as an imp - was crawling along the walls, but never strayed far from the man. Mylo attempted to keep a straight face, clenching his jaw in a last ditch effort, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a light grin. "Is that an imp?" He knew exactly what it was, because he was the one to summon the small being into existence. A favourite prank amongst his kind. It was easy enough to attach the creature to Tom in response to watching him sell false hope to humans again. Completely harmless, the most this type of imp would do was cause chaos -- from following its host everywhere to creating a complete mess in their home. A constant nuisance. He evaded the question, leaning against his doorframe to watch as the imp scurried over and crawled up Tom's trousers.

             "Cute. It looks like you've made a new friend."

[cauldron-of-oddities]

meeeeeeeeeeeeeee I have a prompt

bird races! maybe Ekko and Powder race but he's also trying to prepare her to beat Mylo or something. Claggor is tired. Vi is mildly amused. Vander is pointedly ignoring everything

Feel the Rush

Peace and quiet, something rare in the Last Drop, usually it was full of chatty and rowdy patrons or bickering and noisy teenagers. Vander hummed along with the record player as he wiped the well-worn bar down, zoning out in the familiarity of the action. He stopped mid swipe. It. Was. Quiet. Oh dear Janna, it was quiet.

No sooner had the thought occurred to him when a flurry of feathers rushed past with the skawk clucking of Mylo with something in his beak and Powder bursting in behind him. Vander let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Be careful, you two!” The warning, unfortunately, came too late.

Nothing could quite describe the feeling of anger, frustration, and embarrassment Mylo caused. It brought out the worst, most impulsive side of her.

“That's mine!” She shouts as she makes a dive for the pheasant and tries to grab the bane of her existence. Only Mylo takes a sharp turn at one of the tables and has her crashing into a table leg with her shoulder. The cry she lets out has Vander winching. It hurts. Badly. And her eyes sting with both pain and failure. Why did such things always happen to her?!

Vander pinched the bridge of his nose and moved to help her up. She couldn't hold back a sharp gasp as he did. “Careful, let me check that."

“Now, what's this about?” The question stern.

With a crack in her voice from the pain, she begins “He took the chain I picked!"

“Hey! You left it, and you're only going to use it in one of your wonky contraptions!” Mylo wines.

“I put it there, I said I wanted it! Vi and Claggor heard me."

“You snooze, you lose, klutz."

“Enough! No fighting."

Between the finality in Vanders tone, Mylo's dismissal, and the pain, she feels so small. Why? She was finally proving herself, and it still wasn't enough.

“Pow!” She suddenly feels Vi cradle her cheeks before trying to hug her, which results in another squeak.

“What did you do?!” Vi's already balling her fist at Mylo.

“She bashed into the table, not my fault!"

“Vi!” Vander snaps. “You run ahead to the healer and give a heads up."

“Mylo, you know you all get to pick one thing from the loot to keep.” Vanders tone firm.

“But,”

“You get closing chores for the rest of the week. No buts."

“Claggor, you sort the loot and make sure your brother doesn't run off. Come on Powder lets get you sorted."

…

For two weeks, she sulks, she's ‘grounded’, injuries she learned carried over. Luckily, it was only badly bruised, still to be on the safe side. No strenuous activity for a week or two was advised, which included flying. Her mood already sour, having been deprived of something that gave her such a scene of freedom, only got worse, with Mylo's pestering. Here they were arguing again. Couldn't he just leave her alone?

“Fuck you! It's all your fault I have extra chores!"

“Shut up! It's your own fault! You shouldn't have taken what I'd already claimed!"

“I'm the older one. I get the first pick!"

“That's not fair! You're never fair!"

All she wants is to fly and stop feeling less than him. She's the wronged party here, and she really wants him to shut up.

“Tell you what you brat, you beat me in a race you get to keep whatever you want from the next time, if you don't muck it up!"

Powder is not quite sure what possessed her, but it was definitely her who finished issuing the challenge.

“The next ten times! And I get to pick from everything!” She's angry, done with being last in line, done with stupid Mylo, thinking he's better than her because he's older, because she's smaller.

She glares at Mylo, daring him to accept or maybe a part her hopes, back down. That was not to be, even if it wasn't Mylo saying it.

“I heard that, and I'm keeping you to it, Mylo. She'll beat you, no trouble."

Vi's voice chimes out from the doorway. There'd be no backing out now. Powder has that dreaded insecure squint again and is running her fingers over the long feather of her earring. She knows her nerves are on full show, but Vi carries on.

“Two weeks from now, we'll have a race, I'll set out the track, get popcorn, and a flag.” Vi's buzzed for this, Powder can hear it in her sister voice, then with a gentler pitch; “You can do it, Pow. This is your chance.''

"Pfffff, I got this in the bag. Good luck. Don't jinx yourself.” With that, Mylo sauntered away.

…

Oh, the nerves were making her feel nauseous. She’s only just healed and just ready to fly again. And here she goes and agrees to this stupid race, but Mylo was just so, so, so aarrrchh! Could this day get any worse?

“Hey there, heard from Vi what's going down, and I thought, maybe you'd like to practise with me?"

Ekko's face is suddenly close, and his hands are over hers. At the feeling, she stops digging her nails into her palm.

She wants to curl in herself and, at the same time, unravel. Ekko's suggestion to practice does sound like a good idea, and spending some more time with him is always good. Maybe when they're done, they could go by Jericho's again.

“Come on, let's go catch some wind currents.” How could she say no to that grin? With a laugh and just before he shifts “Catch me if you can.” he pulls her along. Oh, he wants to play chase? It's on.

She’d always been a klutz, tripping over things that were barely there, her inventions failing, always somehow causing an accident. It ate at her even if Ekko told her there was nothing wrong with her, and Vander and Vi told her she just needed to grow into herself. She still feared she'd never improve.

But here she was, at neckbreak speed chasing Ekko, weaving over and between the many interwoven buildings of Zaun, catching wind currents and seamless gliding. This was fun. This was freedom. She gave into this game they'd created wholly.

Flying had come to her with ease, driven that first time by an urge to get away. Now, it was driven by how free she felt. But she'd remained just that bit cautious. Long dive drops, narrow passages, and sharp turns, her mind supplied her all the reasons she wouldn't be able to do them. She didn't even notice these obstacles, the thrill of chasing Ekko's graceful form rushing through her.

That was until she saw Ekko tilt sideways, suddenly parallel between two walls of a very, very narrow passage.

She lets out a panicked kaw as she gets close, he's almost through, and she has no option but to try or crash. So she does, heart rising to her throat, adrenaline kicking in as she dives between the walls. Breaking through on the other side with an upward swoop, she crashed into him and sent them tumbling to the nearest roof as they shifted back.

Are you ok? She blurted out. She'd never forgive herself if she hurt him.

“Woooo! Look what you did. You caught me, Blue!” She did, didn't she? And then the other bit registers. Blue, she likes that, her still stunned mind supplies. Does that mean she's his favourite?

At that, she realises just how they've landed. It sent blood rushing to her cheeks and thinking that the day could not only get better but exponentially better.

She's leaning over him, one of her knees between his legs, and they're almost nose to nose. Should she lean in just that inch closer? Their breaths mix, and he's not moving away either. It would be so easy, and she wants very much.

“You worried?” The question snapping her back to reality. “Don't be, you were awesome, all sleek and fast, and that dive!” It's hard not to give in to the ego boost, and then he adds the cherry on top. “If you win, you can pet me as long as you like."

She's stunned for a moment before she lets the addicting feeling of just going with the flow take her. “As you are?"

“I ment as an owl!!!”

“Isn't that more of a prize for you?” She giggled. It's a pity she can't really see his blush. He looks adorably bashful.

Were either one really sure of what they were doing anymore? No. Was the likely answer, but she really didn't mind, and neither did he, she thought. Later, she decided, this may well be her new favourite game. Could it be his, too?

…

Vi had gone all out. Up on the roof of the Last Drop, she'd painted the start and finish line, two long rods with a strand of colourful flags between them. Claggor and Ekko had taken a seat on the edge of the roof.

She wondered if she really should do this. If it went wrong, Mylo would never shut up. Her lip stings a bit as she realises she's been biting it. Ekko turns around at that and gives her encouraging thumbs up. Does he have a sixth sense for her worry?

As Powder lets his grin distract her, she feels Vi put her hands on her shoulders and look her in the eye.

“Ok, I know I kind forced this, but I think it'll be fun and I do think you got this, Mylo's cocky, sure he can run through the narrow passages but he ain't got half your grace and he can hold his breath till he chokes but he is just that bit slower.” It's a whole spiel, but if Ekko and Vi believe in her, she could try, right?

It's at that moment Mylo starts pestering her again. “Readly to jinx yourself?” That's all it takes for that spark to ignite again “You wish! You get jinxed!” If he wanted to keep calling her that, she'd twist it back. Vi doesn't leave much time for bickering, calling them to the start line. "Alright! Follow the flags, up to the Entresol and back here. On your marks!” With that, her sister waves the flag.

Vi had made a proper obstacle course of it. Plenty of drops and narrow alleys where Mylo could run, but she can dive now, and then the stretch to the higher level has him straining. And Vi was right, when flying, she is that little bit faster even if her speed bursts are less explosive. It's exhilarating.

The last stretch back one final narrow alleyway. Powder remembers her rush when she'd chased Ekko. Would he be by the finish line to catch her? Mylo hits the ground running and she dive bombs through, and just in front of Mylo, where he needs to take off, just when there's room to spread their wings again she rises ahead and straight under the row of flags.

Ekko's standing there and sod it, she's too happy to care, just over the line she shifts mid air and tackles him with her victory hug. She did it, she did it! He spins her, and oh, what a rush in all the senses of the word.

...

Vander opens the door to the roof with a tray of drinks and lets out a sigh. He's not quite sure what triggered all of this. But they were having fun, except Mylo, who, by the looks of it, was entering a massive sulk.

He wondered briefly if it was ok to just be done with your children and their shenanigans occasionally.

“Better luck next time, Mylo, and you might, just might, want to consider this a lesson. Who was out practising, and who was out boasting, hmm?” With that, Vander sets a drink down and pats Mylo's shoulder consolingly.

Thank you for the promt @letters-to-rosie hope you like it.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

The Proposal

by thisismyusername1231233452354

"Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we're in," Caitlyn began, a faint smile playing at her lips, leaving Vi even more bewildered.

"And...?" one of the men prompted, raising an eyebrow in anticipation.

"And... there's... well..." Caitlyn hesitated, searching for the right words as both men waited expectantly.

"I think there's something you need to know..." Caitlyn trailed off, her gaze shifting to Vi, who met her with equal confusion. "We're getting married."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, punctuated by confused looks from everyone present.

"We are getting married," Caitlyn reiterated, this time with confidence. Vi stared at her, bewildered.

"Who's getting married?" Vi asked, trying to make sense of the sudden announcement.

"You and I," Caitlyn clarified, placing a hand awkwardly on Vi's shoulder.

Vi looked at the hand, then back at Caitlyn, her confusion deepening.

"You and I are getting married, yes!" Caitlyn exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

"We are?" Vi echoed, but her question was swiftly cut off by Caitlyn.

"Getting married," Caitlyn affirmed.

Words: 2887, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune, Miss Fortune

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: its the proposal script, LITERALLY, but its caitvi, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, assistant vi, Humor

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