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it would be actually so rad if you did jinx x buff!reader headcanons.
i just think she would be so silly about it đĽ°
(this is basically us in my DR and she is def silly about it)
Jinx x Buff!Reader
Of she is definitely so giddy and so excited
She's constantly asking questions on why, how and when did you get so buff
She really likes it and finds it fun
She's not that buff herself but girl is strong
She has to be by carrying around her shit on the daily but she gets that from that, she doesn't lift or anything
If you do lift weights or work out to maintain the muscles she is just admiring
And teasing the whole time and flirting
Like if you're lifting weights she'll just walk in, stare with the smuggest smile on her face at all
She doesn't care who sees and will walk up behind you and hug you from behind
She does it to feel your stomach as well because she just loves it so much
Constantly when laying in bed is squeezing your arms or tracing the muscles she can see
It's not a sexual thing, just a more admiring thing she does
She just finds it very fun and cool, and you remind her a bit of someone
She really likes the feeling of when you hug her and she feels so safe because your arms are big, they feel safe and they're strong
She loves the hugs and behind held or cuddling with you and she can just feel safe like that
She is so comfortable around you and especially when walking around
There are still a few people who try her, flirt or say stuff to her about her clothes, everything or just who she is
She loves the look on their face when they see you standing behind her just looking all buff
She is constantly flirting
"Hey hotstuff, came here all the way for me?"
She is literally like a school girl with a crush for the first time and flirts like you're not even together
Especially if you're like one of those buff ass and intimidating people but in reality you're shy and get flustered
If you're like that she upps the flirting and the touching just to see you blush
She loves being carried by you, bridal style or thrown over your shoulder
She has so much fun and is so happy
She's laughing, she's smiling and is just thrilled
She is jumping on your back and all
For fun shell run up to you and yell for you to catch here and see if you do
She knows you will because you're strong enough and because she wants a hug
She pretends her arms hurt and has you carry shit for her
She loves seeing your muscles flex and will just smile all sneaky and cover her mouth and giggle
It's so funny to see
She draws on your muscles
It's a given, she once drew eyes and a mustache on your arm and named it Muscleton
You have no way out of this because she redraws him everytime he fades away
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Iâm so happy you would write for arcane!! I love the fanfic that you write! So I canât wait to read this!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ (Iâm shaking, help me)
Can you right a platonic yandere Silco and jinx, with a similar reader to the âSmoking it awayâ reader?
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Sure, Spoon person. I LOVE Arcane SM So thank you for this!
Jinx and Silco had taken you in when you were young, maybe nine. Jinx had lived with Silco for not long now and hadn't settled but found you, a street kids precence soothing, she would seek you out to play together and bring you back to Silcos home to eat and sleep. And at some point you simply didn't really leave, Silco accepted you though you were never as close to him as he and Jinx were. And you weren't really as extrodanary as Jinx was, you didn't have any extensive skill in explosives, or war and though it was never said, you did feel useless, like dead weight. so you fought you'd find a way around it, a way sourced to you in the city, a constant prescene and a unstopping force in Zaun that turned average men in to beats and rage and later deform them and shrivel them up into only skin and bone, so you sourced it out, behind Silco and Jinx back of course.
So you started Micro dosing, just a few drops at any given time where you wanted to feel that pep of energy, you would find some where private, like your room that wasn't really private since Jinx would enter whenever she liked, or sometimes would sleep in your bed without you knowing and take out that one vile in your left pocket that you had been working on for the last few weeks, press the top of the vile on your finer, and then take that drop or purple liquid and press it on your tongue to feel that rush, that feeling of elecitricty running down from your mouth and across your spine setting you free from your uselessness.
And though Jinx may not have noticed, Sevika did.
She noticed the shakes, the paranoid looks around the room and massive weight loss, and she thought to tell Jinx, not to be kind, but to be a bit cruel. So she entered Jinx's lair, a extremely unusual occaronace, Jinx didn't notice her until she sat down next to her.
Jinx: "...Sevika?"
Sevika: "Hey"
Jinx: "...Hey? What brings you to by humble abode huh?"
Sevika: "I see Y/n's not here, you know where she is?"
Jinx: "No, but she's probably in her room or just hanging round Silco, Y'know, why?"
Sevika: "You notice anything...different about her recently?"
Jinx: "Youre being reeaally criptic Sevika, I don't like that" She said leaning away from her with her frog goggles.
Sevika: "She's always cold, always shaking, acting strangely don't ya think"
Jinx: "What are you getting at?"
Sevika: "I think she's using, Jinx"
Jinx: "Using, like shimmer?"
Sevika: "She's got all the signs of microdosing"
Jinx: "HA! You gotta be kidding, she would never do something like that with out telling me!"
Sevika: "Well maybe you two aren't as close as you think
Jinx: "Excuse me?" She said standing up, and stepping up to Sevika.
Sevika: "I'm just saying, if you paid attention you would see she's falling off, and you two were as close as you think, she would tell you that she's using"
Jinx: "Get the fuck out"
And so she did, she left without another word as Jinx stood motionless in her lair, glaring out into the darkness over analizing every single recent interaction.
Jinx: "She's not using, she' s just saying that to be cruel" but what if she is
Jinx: "No, NO! I would notice! I know what using shimmer looks like, I WOULD KNOW" so why is she avoiding you?
Jinx: "Avoding me? She's not avoiding me she's just busy! Why would she be using any ways, she has everything she could ever need, she has me! and she would never do that to me, and definetley not behind my back! hahah, No no no that's silly" What if she ends up like those bums down in the gutter
Jinx: "No, No that's not gonna happen baecuse she's NOT using!" What if she ends up like vander
Jinx: "NO!" She screamed pulling at her braids.
Maybe she's lying to you, maybe she's using to escape you maybe she wants to leave, she probably rather be high than with you
Jinx: "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She shriked into the void.
She'll be one of those scroungers begging for food shrivled and dying, covered in filth and all baecuse of you.
Jinx: "NO NO NO! No NO NO" She pulled herself into the fetal position rocking back and fourth so sooth the terrible thoughts again and again, she had to talk to Silco about it.
And so, later that day she bursted into his office, sitting on his desk while his chair faced her, looking out the window.
Jinx: " Sevika came to see me today"
Silco:"...At your lair? odd, Why?"
Jinx: "She said...She said Y/n was...microdosing"
Silco: "Shimmer?"
Jinx: "Yeah shimmer what else?! And I was like She's not using that's silly and she was like 'maybe your not as close as you think you are' You know all Sevika like so I-"
Silco: "Jinx, your starting one of your ramblings again"
Jinx: "Oh Yeah yeah sorry" She giggled to herself
Jinx: "Have you noticed anything off about her recently?"
Silco: "Well, she is spending less time with us than usual, I suppose it is possible"
Jinx: "But she wouldn't...She wouldn't!"
Silco: "Jinx, Instead of spinning yourself into a frenzie, go check her room for anything susbicious, anything strange"
Jinx: "But...What if I find something?" She whispered.
Silco: "we'll figure it out"
So Jinx found herself in your room scanning over how messy it was, how much dust had collected and how the windows where musted over, as she began to go through your wardrobe, throwing out you clothes onto the bed until it was bare, going through all your draws and vanity until she had basically destroyed the place with all your things stroon about the room. She huffed to herself wondering where, if not here it could be, until she was the glint in the corner of her eye, she swivled around to the air vent where something shined in the reflection of the sun. Jinx, being for to short to simply grab it pushed your vanity to step on inorder to open the vent to find a small metal lock box, standing back down onto the floor the took a hair pin out and jimmied the lock only to reveal what she despratley wanted not be there.
Two Vials of shimmer, she felt herself shake with rage and frustration, why would you do this, for how long were you doing this? In a flip act of rage she threw the box at the wall, casusing it to dent, holding the two vials in one hand so tightly they might shatter in her hand.
Now what are you going to do?
Hours later Jinx had found you back in the back room of that Last Drop like you often were, she heard you shuffling about as she slowly turned the handle to the room, with your back facing her as she entered silently as she watched silently while you again as so many times before took your half used vial, unscrewed the vial pressed the end onto your finger to rub the resedue onto your togue, but not before she stalked you from behind and placed a hand on your shoulder.
Jinx: "What are you doing?" She asked in her childishly calm voice.
Y/n: "I- I I'm Just, Jinx I-"
Jinx: "Oh Y/n" She sighed before whacking you over the head with her rifle, knocking you out.
Eventually when you woke, you found yourself in your bed, but not in your room...
You sat up to realise you were in Jinx's lair with your bed laying on one of the giant fan panneles, looking over at Jinx welding something with the sparks flying out in all directions.
Y/n: "Jinx?"
Jinx swiveled round in her stool smiling at you.
Jinx: "Your awake! I was worried maybe I hit you a bit to hard haha"
Y/n: "I- How did you"
Jinx: "So I found your stash"
Y/n: "Oh"
Jinx: "You thought you could hide that from me?"
Y/n: "Jinx I"
Jinx: "Ssssshh" She angrily shushed you, skipping over to your bed that had misteroulsy moved from your bed to here, flopping onto the covers climbing over you to trap you between the bed and her, staring you down.
Jinx: "How long have you been lying to me?"
Y/n: "Jinx please I"
Jinx: "nu uh, No No no" She placed her her finger over your lips.
Jinx: "No More talking, all you've done is lie to me" You winced ash she said it so aggressivly spit was coming onto your face.
Jinx: "Why would you do this? Why would you do this to me?! This is so selfish, I should have known, I don't know why I didn't see it, you were acting all sketch and going all quite and odd, I should have seen"
Y/n: "Jinx, I-I was only using so I could be..."
Jinx: "So you could what?"
Y/n: "I just wanted to feel strong, you know, like you"
...
Jinx: "HA! That's funny toots" She held your face squishing your cheeks together into a kissy face.
Jinx: "It's beacuse you want to leave me, you would rather get high than spend time with me!"
She wants to leave you
Jinx: "Shut UP!" she screamed to the left of her.
Y/n: "Jinx, I want to go back to my room"
Jinx: "This is your room now, why do ya think I had Sevika move your bed here, Silco will get his cronies to bring the rest of your stuff soon enough"
Y/n: "What?"
Jinx: "I can't be having you alone if I can't trust you, can I?"
GIVE ME MOOOOORE SUGGESTIONS NEOOOOOWWWW!"
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Silco's Enforcer Child
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Chapter One
Swirling your brush in a cup the clinking sound echoes in the open space, reminding you of the click of a gun. The once red color in the cup turned a murky violet. A dark dusk of sorts. Your head spun as you tried not to focus on the color, fire filling your vision before it disappeared as you pulled your paintbrush back and dipped it in a soothing blue, some light green tipped on the now wet brush end.
Staring at a picture of a blurry silhouette with sharp clothes you hum wondering what color eyes they had. As you stir new shades and tints on your pallet you imagine what the person's nose shape was like. If their mouth was big or small. Where they belonged in the jumble that was your brain and the locked past it held. The fish swimming around the person's head was a stylistic choice but as you mixed the blue and green you wondered if there was more to it. If the person enjoyed the aquatic creatures or perhaps lived near the river edge?
"(Y/N)." Not looking up from your latest artwork as Caitlyn walked in you frowned, taking a step back to try and piece it all together. The last light of the day leaked through the giant studio windows giving your work a golden halo, putting it in a new perspective. Studying the edges and the details you'd painted they became blurry with the sunlight. Clutching your pallet knife you tilt your head, this piece had less detail on the person than your other ones. However, the colors were bolder and more defined with sharper lines. The background was the emphasis but for once you felt like you actually knew what this person looked like. You just weren't able to paint it yet, not fully committed to the details.
How strange that you remembered this outfit so clearly, having drawn it a million times but not the features of the person who wore it. Mixing a different color on your pallet without looking down you purse your lips trying to concentrate as you add something else to the background. You could faintly remember sea blue. Maybe a soft gray or green. A lighthouse or the ocean perhaps? Is that why you added the fish?
Whoever he was, he was important as this wasn't the first portrait you'd done of him. He was a lanky man in a red and black suit with a white dress shirt. The background was a blur of grays and greens with purple brush strokes that looked like fish but maybe smoke if you squinted. The whole picture was odd. Staring at it too long made your head hurt because it felt strangely familiar. He was important to you. Whoever he was. Just another piece of the puzzle that was your past.
"You know usually I'm the one obsessing." She states referring to her yellow tape and red thread board back home. "Come now you can't wear your smock to the art show tonight." Caitlyn scolds as she places a nice outfit down on the cleared part of your glass art desk. You shook your head in response tsking softly.
That was a risky move given the fact paint somehow always got on your clothes no matter what you did in this room. Briefly glancing at the ensemble you wonder if she was trying to ruin the clothes to make an excuse to skip the event, whatever it was tonight.
As the natural light began to fade the painting no longer glowing, you signed placing your brushes and pallet down. The blank face of the man you were trying to paint wasn't going to get any more detail any time soon. Though you guessed that's just how it worked. Reaching out wishing you could pull the man out of the painting, ask him all your burning questions, you paused not wanting to touch the wet paint.
He wouldn't be able to answer you anyways. Bits and pieces, never the whole picture. Always searching and wanting for more. InsatiableâŚ
"(Y/N)." Caitlyn states again as she tries to gain your attention but your focus was elsewhere, lost in this room and your work. Taking a deep breath to try and gather yourself for whatever she was going to say next, you could feel a headache coming on and you didn't like it. Rubbing at your temples you hum indicating you want her to continue but she remains quiet waiting for you to speak.
Rolling your eyes before staring at your painting as your hands touch the glass of your art desk behind you, you try and ground yourself. To bring yourself back to a safe space. Instead you think of your endless collages, or the box of failed faces. As one hand came to press against your forehead pushing your hair back and giving you some clarity you spared a glance at said box which you'd pushed into the corner out of frustration. Another recently failed project. You'd tried placing different details from different paintings and projects together, overlapping them over one another to try and get a full person. They always came out looking horrid. Like some kind of twisted nightmare rather than a real person from a memory. Very occasionally you'd get a full face but mostly you had slightly warped portraits or very blurred places. Nothing solid if it was anything before you came to Piltover.
As your fingers touched the box observing the torn pieces of canvas and failed attempts you realized you'd crossed the room without noticing. Humming you paused, wandering if you should worry about that. About to sass Caitlyn, your words suddenly die on your tongue as your eye catches something. One of your shredded pieces that had bright pink and blue. Your hand shook as your thumb grazed the ungesssoed canvas and faintly you heard distant laughter. Echoing in an alley.
"Art⌠Art show?" You finally question Caitlyn, composing yourself as you let your hands fall to your sides so you could steady them and let her untie your messy smock. As you let go of the canvas and stepped back from the box slowly your mind was getting out of painting mode. You began to relax as you focused on your friend and what she was saying rather than your lost memories. The woman in question groans in exasperation before pinching her nose as she steps back letting you shrug off the apron. Noticing she's in her enforcer uniform and not a dress for what you assume is a galle event you smile and shake your head as she takes the apron from you hanging it up on its hook with the others. Stepping towards your curtains as she does that, you close them before the room's timer goes off and gas powered light fills the space with an artificial glow.
Only gone a minute and you already missed the sunlight.
"Honestly I thought I was the obsessed one. Your dad rented out the gallery again," She informs you like a mother scolding a child who forgot something important. Needing to do something not able to sit still as you come out of your trance state she begins walking around the room cleaning up things in the messy space as she tries to get you ready to go. Scraping paint off pallets and dumping them into soapy water to soak you watch with an amused smile as she places your brushes on the counter to be cleaned later. She paces nervously fidgeting with one of your brushes before turning towards you looking worried. Her Violet eyes seeming unsure.."... Don't you remember? He's showing your work tonight. He's been talking about it all week." Caitlyn states before she pushes off whatever emotions she was feeling as she crossed her arms. You briefly remember that conversation but was that really tonight? The week had been a blur of research and projects and events, flashing cameras and reporters all over the campus as you tried to study and work. There was barely a moment's rest to yourself until you locked the door to your art studio for some peace and quiet. Groaning as you pinch your nose and clench your eyes you wish one of your maids had reminded you but with how distracted you'd been lately maybe they had.
Swallowing you looked towards a vase in the room. Flowers your father had dropped off while you were deep in thought and surrounded by your artwork. Thinking back you couldn't remember the conversation but logically it was likely about the gallery. Pulling at your hair out of habit you hummed, you really were a mess as of late. With the anniversary of you being found soon you guessed that made sense. Your thoughts and feelings all being in disarray, your "spells" being worse than usual.
Staring at the water cup with the swirling purple you see the smoke again, you taste the gun powder. Thinking back that was one of your more clear memories, the first you were sure was true. Blinking you were back on that bridge again. The smoke making you choke before the rush of clear air as your dad's heavy enforcer mask settled over your face. You could feel yourself being small, feel his uniform as he pressed you into his shoulder and took you home. The question had been deeply ingrained in you for so long but you still didn't know the answer; What were you doing on that bridge?
Closing your eyes not wanting to think of that right now you took another deep breath to steady yourself. You didn't want to spiral.
"That's tonight?" You ask not sure how you forgot as you begin to take off your shirt to change. Caitlyn's face goes red and she turns away from you before tapping her foot angrily. The sound bounces around in your head and something about this feels familiar in a way you can't quite explain.
Sharp blue eyes on a stern face and crossed arms come to mind as a black boot taps impatiently away but the flash is gone as soon as it comes. Touching your desk feeling cool glass under your fingertips you swallowed. Did you take your meds today, your headaches were worse than usual, these flashes more frequent⌠your therapist warned the incoming anniversary of you being found could trigger some repressed memories but this felt excessive. You'd been doing so well.
"Yes, now hurry up and get dressed! I'm your escort and bodyguard tonight. Marcus tried to put me outside but I didn't want to miss anything. Just..." She hesitates and you smile softly as you put on the white shirt with the looped gold collar. The golden hoop of the white dress shirt hung heavy around your neck as it looped and clicked behind your shoulders but sliding the black slacks on you admit Caitlyn chose well, never one for fashion didn't mean she didn't have a good eye. You'd be lost without her in more ways than one. Slipping on a dress jacket that was your favorite color you hum glancing at the wall of mirrors in your studio. Doing a little spin watching seven you's spin back in response you nod to yourself.
"Just in case." You finish her thought for her as you smooth out the shirt and jacket with a blank face. Seeing your reflection she sighs and you hum smiling as you keep adjusting your clothes to look presentable. Your headaches had been at an all time low before today and despite your forgetfulness and the dreaded upcoming date you felt confident. I mean your skull was pounding and the flashes were more frequent but you knew you could handle the gala tonight, you had done it before with way worse pain and you didn't want anyone to think something was wrong.
You were fine, everything was fineâŚ
"Just please tell me you didn't forget! I couldn't get off duty tonight to attend as a guest. To schedule myself at your gala as a guard I had to take a double shift at work and to be your personal escort and guard that was a whole nother mountain of paperwork and personal favors. A lot of enforcers like your work ya know, and all the new guards want to meet you. I mean you are your father's child. Everyone wants to show their support. Or get⌠favors." She states matter of factly with slight distaste making you chuckle. The both of you were no stranger to your families status and the luxuries that came with your last names.
"Right, my hero." You hum a teasing smile on your lips as you watch your friend rant getting out her emotions about these type of events and what people really wanted from them. They were meant to help people and yet help was often the last thing on people's minds unless it was them getting it. You had to admit as she lectured the wall she was cute. Her overprotectiveness always made you feel special and even as her new job as an Enforcer you were always on her mind. Maybe not in the same way as before but you could accept that. As you adjust your jacket, sticking your hands into the pocket, you send her a playful smirk.. "Oh and you do know escort has a double meaning, correct Caitlyn darling?" You ask in a sultry voice wanting to tease her hoping it'll loosen her up a bit. She turns and staring at her, her violet eyes scan your form. Puffing out her cheeks embarrassed as she understands what you mean you walk out of the studio with her following close behind.
You catch her smile in the corner of your eye but say nothing simply walking outside into the hallway and through the large manor to the awaiting carriage outside.
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The ride had been quiet the last few minutes. You'd joked about opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate but Caitlyn gently informed you she couldn't drink tonight and you didn't want to be sipping alone. A rock had formed in your throat and as you fidgeted with your hands every jolt of the carriage put you on edge. What had started as a fun ride was slowly turning into your worst nightmare as the Galla got closer.
Caitlyn these last couple months had gone from your closest friend to your body guard, one of her most frequent Enforcer jobs being to watch you. As work and friendship crossed you were unsure where your new relationship stood. If you were just overthinking and if it had changed at all.
As the carriage stops suddenly you hum feeling your stomach doing flips. Adjusting your accessories and clothes nervously, you close your eyes feeling the pulsing behind your eyes worsen. The thought that you could claw your temples open to feel some relief crosses your mind but you stay silent not voicing that thought. Caitlyn frowns noticing your unsteady state before she takes your hands into her own.
Eyes snapping to look at hers at the surprise contact her thumb brushes the back of your palm. "You're not looking very well. If you're not up for it we can turn around. Say you got sickâŚ" She suggests softly before looking towards the curtain separating you from the driver. Staying quiet not wanting to be teased, one of her hands goes to your cheek and leaning into her hold you close your eyes taking a deep breath. What a nice thoughtâŚ
"I'm just tired. I'll be fine after some wine." You joke before sighing deeply as she just stares at you waiting for the truth. You shift in the plush seats and just breathe. These events could be fun or cumbersome, tonight seemed to be the later. Shifting the curtains when you no longer feel bumps you realize you'd arrived. As you watch cameras flash, high society people get their pictures taken before entering the galla. You were no stranger to being in the spotlight and yet you felt you never quite belonged there. Your art told a story, your story. And you weren't sure if you wanted to share it. Especially since you barely knew your story yourself. You don't remember how the Gallas started, only that once your first piece was put up it hadn't stopped since.
A prodigy some called you. An imposter you told yourself.
"I-" She starts but your hand is already on the carriage handle before you lose the nerve. Twisting and pushing it open light floods your eyes as your regular driver waits outside for you. Voices surround you and you feel woozy as you're transported to a different place with different sounds. Your driver bows, snapping you back before holding out his hand. Feeling disorientated you reach out, your touch going from cold metal to warm leather. As he grips your hand firmly your eyes widen. Stepping down from the carriage into his hold you get a memory of someone holding your hand as you hop down from a curb. A man in a red and black suitâŚ
As people chatter away excited to get a glimpse of you, reporters ask questions as cameras flash. The drivers grip remains and each step down the carriage steps contains a different image but right as your about to get the whole picture, the flashes are over in an instant. Just like the camera shutters around you.
As you stand there eyes wide in surprise, Caitlyn puts her hand to your back shocking you. You snap out of it, grounded by her touch and knowing smile before you begin to walk forwards at her silent instruction. Waving at reporters from famous newspapers you act normal. Enforcers nod keeping the crowd contained but the familiar faces do nothing to soothe your feelings.
Standing tall you walk forward with practiced elegance, reminding yourself you only need to make it to the entrance. As journalists fire off their usual questions about your outfit, your art, and if you've had any recent episodes you smile and wave not answering any of them. Caitlyn stands close as she follows you, her hand pressed firmly against your back and soon you stand in front of two polished doors. The enforcers on either side glare at Caitlyn before smiling at you as they bow and let you both inside. You don't miss Caitlyn's frown but it's gone as quick as it comes, similar to your flashes.
Unable to dwell on it, you walk through the open entrance and into the large art gallery. As you hear the familiar click of the heavy doors behind you, the light changes as you go from outside to inside. Your familiar work hangs from every wall in the space and you know every guest in this room.
Breathing heavily Caitlyn opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. You're grateful, only needing a minute from her. Leaning down and closing your eyes you hum, taking a deep breath before you nod and compose yourself.
Observing the space you took comfort in seeing your work. Some of the pieces are projected as holograms lighting up the room, while others are sculptures scattered about, and elsewhere are large oil paintings and mixed medium collages. Letting out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding you let yourself relax. While the night isn't over it feels safer surrounded by things you understand. With Caitlyn's hand moving from your back to more comfortably settle on your shoulder you nod at her feeling the episode pass.
A real smile begins to overtake your face as you take in all your old work. Your father was good at asking before picking some of your pieces to sell and getting his friend who owned the gallery to hang and price them. While some were harder to give up then others you always said yes putting all the money you made towards the Undercity and the relief effort you'd started there. The orphanage and jail always appreciating your efforts. It wasn't much compared to what else you could be doing but your father liked to organize these for you to give you some peace of mind about the UnderCity and its limited resources. You know he'd much prefer you'd paint full time and let him handle the charity affairs. He didn't want you going into any dangerous job options like Caitlyn and him had.
"A full house tonight. You never cease to impress." Caitlyn states as she bumps your shoulder. Nodding as you come out of your haze, seeing a lot of familiar faces and some new ones in the corner of your eye you watch as people mingle and talk about your art. Trays stacked high with hor de vours and various selections of alcohol pass making the guests smile and laugh as they took their fill.
Searching the room you get a wide smile on your face as you see Jayce and Victor standing off to the side. They're looking at one your father insisted on displaying so he could buy it and support your cause. Running towards them you hug Viktor before he can respond. He stumbles back leg nearly buckling but hugs you back with the same enthusiasm you do him. His laugh lightens your mood as Jayce helps support his fellow inventor and you hum as he squeezes you tight. Jayce joins the hug with his own laugh before he takes you from Viktor and picks you up spinning you around.
"Show off." Viktor teases as he taps his cane against Jayces leg. Jayce simply snorts and puts you down much to the amusement of onlooking guests. He ruffles your hair before doing the same to Viktor with that same hearty smile. Caitlyn, while seeming unamused, has the tinest smile on her lips at your childish behavior.
"Look at you. You're a regular Divinchi." Jayce compliments before he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gestures to your work. Feeling your cheeks darken you lean against him happy he could make it with his busy schedule. He chuckles at your flustered expression and tucks some stray hair behind your ear as you smile up at him.
"Often insanity and creativity walk hand in hand I admit. Though Divinchi is a high title to live up to." You respond making him shake his head. His chocolate eyes shine as he squeezes you close.
"And a poet too. Viktor look at our little idealist, they're all grown up now." Viktor rolls his eyes at Jayces antics before he stares at you. Shifting his cane to be center he leans slightly forward and nods agreeing.
"You my dear have many talents. I envy them all." He says genuinely tilting his head towards the piece they'd been looking at. Staring at it you smile, the portrait of you and your father making you happy. You'd wanted to gift it to him but he wanted to support you, so here it hung with his bid already placed. A man who's actions spoke louder than any words he'd ever said.
"Oh." You state eyes widening as you notice a large canvas with the school painted on it next to your family portrait. "Is Heimerdinger here?" You question, suddenly curious about your teacher and the oldest council member. You had no idea why they came to these things but the council members always stopped by to show their support, ever since your first galla. It was only kind of you to return the gesture by thanking them for coming and catching up. Even if you didn't always want to.
"You know Heimerdinger he's⌠everywhere." Caitlyn lets out a snort at Jayces unhelpful comment and Jayce flicks her hats feather in response. As they begin to argue you turn to nod your head at Viktor before you slip off into the crowd to find the council members and maybe your father.
Grabbing a glass of champagne as it passes the waiter nods his head at you before he goes to service other guests. Smiling as you sip at the bubbly liquid your eyes scan the space looking for various people to say hi too.
Catching a glint of metal from across the room you pause turning your head to get a better look. Spotting Marcus you smile before waving at him, holding up your champagne to toast. His associates all have wine glasses but his hands are suspiciously empty. As he nods his head at you politely holding up his hand to give a small wave you chuckle gesturing for him to come over. He shakes his head no and waves his hand away gesturing for you to go back to your friends. Humming you take a step closer noticing he's with an odd crowd. One you haven't seen at your galas before.
Beginning to walk towards them to see what they're all looking at you pause before pushing that feeling of suspicion away. As you stop shoes no longer clicking against the tile you swallow. Caitlyn told you to have fun and the night was young, you couldn't be focusing on your delusions now. Blowing him a little kiss he shakes his head and taps his chest on the opposite side of his badge, gesturing to you that he received the kiss and was keeping it safe. An old and bit odd inside joke. But one you refused to let go of regardless. You wave before turning to disappear into the crowd. Taking another sip of champagne you do your best not to feel anxious as Marcus's strange friends stare a hole into your back.
As a hand grabs your shoulder you quickly turn eyes wide as you get ready for a fight. "You can't just wander off!" Staring at Caitlyn your body unstiffens and you once again relax as you almost finish off your champagne. Just a few hours anyone could do this for a few hours.
"Sorry, just saying hello." You hum much to her displeasure.. Smiling softly as she relaxes you once again sip at your drink trying to soothe your rattled nerves. Nothing was wrong, you needed to calm down. You could do this.
Wandering around with Caitlyn looking for various people you pause as you reach a quieter part of the galla. Someplace more in the back. Tilting your head in front of a painting with a blue haired girl your eyes trace her face. Caitlyn was usually pretty stiff during her job but she puts her arm on your shoulder leaning on you in a rare moment of loosening up. With no one around to witness this you feel more open then you had in awhile. Short blue hair that frizzed at the end and had odd knick knacks woven and tied into it.
"She's pretty." She says softly and you nod wrist shifting to bubble your second glass of champagne. The liquid swirls as you do the repetitive motion and Caitlyn frowns concerned as she studies your action and face.
"I've been calling her Sapphire." You say suddenly, your eyes flicking up to stare at the faceless girl with blue hair.
"Cause of her hair?" Caitlyn questions and for a second you get a flash of sapphire eyes staring up at you as you braid choppy hair. Laughter ringing lightly in your ears as a girl with pink hair sits close by. She's smiling as you giggle tying trinkets into messy blue locks, giving the girl little braids. Three boys sit in the room observing but not interrupting as they do their own things. A smaller one occasionally handing you little knick knacks that'll sparkle in her hair.
"Yeah something like that." Taking a sip of your drink you frown as it goes down rough and not smooth like the other sips. "Hey you saw Marcus with those people right?" You suddenly question feeling like you knew them from somewhere despite not recognizing their faces. The woman in purple especially catching your attention.
"Marcus is here? He wasn't supposed to come tonight. I guess he made time for you." Caitlyn hummed surprised before she turned towards you. "I know my boss can be suspicious but tonight is about you. Your father wants you to be happy and unlike my parents he really tries. Let's just get through tonight since we already committed before we're back to the red string and endless questions." She suggests and you nod slowly but that feeling in your gut doesn't disappear. As much as you tried to dispel it, it kept creeping in the back of your mind.
As Caitlyn goes to lead you away you pause as a familiar face greets you.
"Your art has come so far. I marvel at your talent and envy all your fans." Mel teases. Caitlyn bows her head in respect and you nod at her. The girl swallows but nods pointing to where she'll be waiting as you chat privately with Mel.
Smiling at the Council woman looking at the work she's observing you hum seeing a large canvas you'd done of her and the Council at a meeting your father had asked you to attend. It was one people had flocked too all night you observed from the bidding stickers but it was just you and Mel looking at it now.
"Mel it's been awhile. We should schedule a painting session together. I miss those." You respond smiling warmly as you settle next to her.
"Yes, well life has been busy as I'm sure your father's told you." Swirling your glass of champagne faster you hum frowning softly. Staring at your reflection in the golden liquid you look back up at the painting. He hadn't. Not lately.
He wanted you away from his work. From him. You and Caitlyn knew something was wrong but as two high Noble society children your concerns were often brushed off and not taken seriously. You were close to something big and yetâŚ
"Dads been quiet about work. You know after all I've worked for and all he's prepared me for he wants me to switch careers. Caitlyn and I may have passed the physical and mental exams with flying colors but he... worries." You murmur quietly as you fidget with your glass. "Caitlin's dad supports her but my dad... he'd prefer I chose to continue my law studies. Or change my schooling altogether and focus on something else." You state solemnly. As much as you loved your father you felt it was unfair. Like there was something bigger that he and everyone else was hiding from you.
"Hextech?" She asks surprised bringing you out of your sprailing thoughts. Smiling at the name Jayce gave his invention, that explosion that kick started everything felt like it happened yesterday. It felt like you were found on the bridge yesterday.
"More medical field I believe but I think he'll take anything other than Enforcer at this point. Even regular old painter." You remark as you observe the details of the meeting you'd chosen to paint.
"And that bothers you?" Mel asks. Tilting your head you squint at the details of the picture in front of you. Such a different piece than your other ones which were blurry and indistinct. And yet everyone kept hovering to this one. Easier to understand and more straight forward you supposed. Something from your new life and not your old. They always seemed to prefer that.
"... Mel is something going on I should be worried about? Some kind of civil unrest? The undercity. I've heard rumors and my dads making excuses for me not to go to any of the prisons or my charity anymore. I have friends there. People I'm trying to help. I need to know the truth. You need to tell me the truth." You state.
The woman remains quiet for a moment. Her brown eyes seem to search for the right words as she sips at her drink slowly. A red wine that seemed too much like blood to you. "Perhaps focusing on work outside your father's would be good. He worries about you. We all do. With your..." She hesitates before waving her hand dismissively trying to change the subject.
"My spells?" You demand and her brows furrow as she glances at you. The silence is all you need for confirmation. Sighing you look away from the Council Meeting and towards a different picture. A silhouette of a man with a halo around his head. You see that blue green color again. You can hear a chuckle. Mel's touch brings you back as she squeezes your shoulder.
"... I've said too much. Please be kind to him. Your father loves you much more than you know. You're very lucky to have him. You know," Mel hesitates, something you've rarely seen her do. As she looks at your painting and you stare into your glass a wistful look crosses her face. "My past is tricky when it comes to family and relationships." She admits in a rare moment of sincerity, no politics, no deals. Just the truth.
Or perhaps it's manipulation. You can never tell with Mel, you do your best not to dwell. You like to think your relationship and mentorship with her is genuine, but in a place like Piltover⌠you never know.
Nodding you look away from your least favorite piece onto other things. Your eyes stop on a more symbolic painting, an older one. It was crudely done as you hadn't cleaned the edges or made the details fine. Fangs and claws and fur. Oh to be the fox and wolf as Mel often told you.
"... Mingle?" You question and her eyes light up like the fox in your painting sensing your planning something.
"You don't usually enjoy networking." She observes watching you carefully and you shrug before finishing your flute of Champagne in one final swig.
"Feels like a night to try something new." You state waving down a waiter to take your glass so you could grab another.
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With Mel by your side you'd avaded Caitlyn and most of the Enforcers walking around the party. While you loved having her around having her around as an Enforcer was much harder than having her around as your friend. While you'd tried to stay calm the whole night and not make it into a conspiracy your suspicion grew every time you saw Marcus from the corner of your eye with that group of people. As you inched your way closer throughout the night you glanced around. No one was watching youâŚ
Slipping away from Mel while she was distracted with a council member you kept your head high as you walked with purpose. As you get closer to the odd group, your focus goes to one of the people Marcus is talking to. Your eyes catching on her arm and how it's covered by a pretty velvet cape.
"No you can't talk to them-" Marcus insists, not yet noticing you as you got closer. The lights on this side of the room were dimmer as there were less art pieces. It made your curiosity burn brighter as you wondered what Marcus and this strange clinte were talking about. If they were clinte at all.
"Why are they painting him? Who are they? He's mad Marcus! He wants some serious answers." The woman snaps back angrily. Coming closer and getting more questions than answers the woman notices you staring and shifts to better cover her arm. Her friends stiffen at your presence and adjust their suits and dresses which you notice are more worn than anyone else in the room.
"They're nobody. It's a side hobby, just a thing they sometimes do-" Marcus states and you tilt your head unsure if you should be insulted or not. Was he protecting you from something? From someone?
"Marcus?" You question finally catching his attention as you take in his new friends. He immediately goes pale hearing you call his name and turns to face you. As the woman smirked you could see him getting stressed like you weren't supposed to be here. Squinting you hum as you observe the chief, what was he up to?
"(Y/N)! Why aren't you with Caitlyn?" Marcus demands and you step back at the tone of his voice. The intensity of his question. As the group continues to stare you begin to piece together that they're from the Undercity or at least a lower class section of Piltover.
"She's talking to Jayce. Marcus I need-" You start but he ignores you. Unlike his playful disposition earlier he was being much colder now. As you swallowed something about this whole situation didn't settle right with you. This clearly had nothing to do with your galla.
"I'm sorry this is a private discussion I need you to-" Marcus starts in a much kinder tone trying to direct you away but the woman ignores him. Stepping in front of him to get to you Marcus glares, his fists balling at his sides. She tilts her head observing you before she smirks. Maroon lipstick catching the limited light.
"(Y/N) Right?" The woman was tall, elegant, and walked with authority. Several scars of different sizes littered her face and shoulders. Taking in her physique she seemed like she'd had a harder life. A laborer perhaps?
Her purple slit dress with the black velvet coat stood out amongst the other dresses tonight and you found yourself intrigued. Almost pulled in by her. As you studied each other you could see Marcus gritting his teeth. Knowing you'd walked into a possibly dangerous situation you smiled feigning ignorance.
"Yes, that's my name. I guess you could say this is my Galla." Acting shy at the attention you reach up to fiddle with your jewelry and hair. Something about this woman seemed familiar. Maybe it was her voice or maybe it was her face but you had this odd itch in the back of your brain. Like when you were painting right after a flash.
"I'm Sevika." She introduces before holding out her left hand. Confused, you peaked under her cloak to look at her right only for her to take a step back hiding her arm behind herself. Shaking the left trying not to be bothered by it or ask any questions that could get you in trouble you smiled at her.
"Are you interested in this one?" You hum tilting your head towards the canvas as you try to subtly change the conversation. "I don't know if you know this because I haven't seen you at any of my shows before but my paintings are all for charity." You explain with a smile. "All funds go back to the community. As someone so fortunate I try to give back to those more in need then myself." Sevika paused for a moment before her hand wrapped tightly around yours, her grip firm but not crushing like you'd first expected.
"... I'll keep that in mind." She hums softly. "My boss, he's interested in this one." She explains before letting go and gesturing to the painting they'd been talking In Front of for the past few hours.
"Oh your boss? What do you do?" You ask curiously. It was always the same faces at these Gallas, Sevika didn't seem like an average socialite. She screamed adventure but also safety. You feel like you knew her and that wasn't something you felt often when it came to new faces. While there was a danger with interacting with her that you could sense, she knew more than she let on.
"We work inâŚ" Glancing at Marcus amused she focused back on you, eyes seeming to study your every move. It reminded you of an Enforcer or someone running from one. "Exports." She explains and you nod slowly, not sure if you believe her or not. Looking at the painting when she does you suddenly freeze, familiar blue eyes greeting you.
"My dad wasn't supposed to grab this one." You murmur as you step forward. It was one of your favorites hidden behind a sheet so he wouldn't see, one of the only full faces from your past you'd ever been able to complete. You were working on some fine detailing and had moved it from the safety of your room to the studio. It was a bit fuzzy on the edges still and some of the detailing was blurry because you couldn't seem to decide on things like sharp or round features, smooth or bumpy skin but it was an important piece to you.
"Oh?" Sevika questions and you frown looking at the bid at the bottom. "My boss, he'll pay a small fortune for it. Guaranteed." Sevika swears and you turn towards her.
"They said it wasn't for sale. Can we continue-" Marcus tries to regain control of the conversation but Sevika seemed more interested in you than him. The people also focused on you suddenly ignoring Marcus' presence. She stepped closer leaning in to observe your face. As their eyes focused on yours, really taking you in you noticed the sudden way she stiffened. Like she was seeing a ghost.
"Think of all the people in the UnderCity it could help, that is what you're doing isn't it? Your charity?" Quirking a brow at her surprised, you turn your head suddenly. The intensity of her stare suddenly making you uncomfortable.
"I don't like to announce it because I get less sales which means I can help less but yes⌠That's true." You admit quietly. Did Marcus tell them that? How did they figure it out? The longer you stayed in this corner the more questions you had.
"So a small fortune to help others is surely worth this painting?" Pausing you think of the deal, of what you would be giving away. Reaching your hand out you tap the bottom of the canvas, tracing the intricate picture frame. Was this some sort of psychological test from your father? Did this even have anything to do with you or were you misinterpreting the entire situation?
Focusing on the painting to remain calm, the ravenette man with blue eyes and sharp features made you feel at ease. Swallowing you hum. You wanted to know more about this woman, about the group with her, and her relationship with Marcus.
"And this bosses name? I'd love to meet the man giving so much to my charity." You offer watching Sevikas' body language closely.
"He doesn't do names." She responds quickly and you nod.
"A picture then?" You question. "It's customary for all customers to take a picture with the piece they're buying." Before she can say no like you assume she will, you grab her hand in another firm handshake and smile wide as a flash fills the dark space. As Sevika blinks in surprise and her friends slink into the shadows you take your chance to leave back to the main party. As the photographer walks away you do the same disappearing into the crowd with stolen film in your hand.
While you had a lot of questions you're sure they could wait until that photo was printed. You think you just found another piece of the puzzle.
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Arcane bros trying to explain the jayce/mel sex + viktor dying scene: now, there's a straight explanation for this
#im well aware it was showing jayce's choice between the council vs hextech#the framing was still a Choice though#very straight to have parallels between ur lover and u know. ur completely platonic bro. very straight#arcane lol#jayvik#arcane viktor#jayce talis
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Fem Reader is another adopted kid silco took in (because young jinx insisted on it). The two are super close and deeply care for each other. During the statue scene she tells silco she'll offer herself up and take full blame for jinx if it means her sis stays safe and free. This way zaun is free, jinx is safe, and her dad finally gets his biggest wish. This is enough for silco to basically go "fuck that. You are my children and I will not give either of you away. Not even for Zaun. We'll think of something but I refuse to sacrifice either of you." And Jinx overhears all this.
the statue scene is when silcoâs talking to vanderâs statue, right? lol, my memory sucksâŚ
tw ⌠angst
platonic ⌠romantic ⌠neutral
fandom ⌠arcane
character(s) ⌠silco, jinx
âis there anything so undoing as a daughter?â silcoâd asked as he took a sip of alcohol. youâd peeked your head out of the shadows as you listened to your adoptive fatherâs conversation with vanderâs statue, knowing what you had to do. âdad,â you said as you walked up to him, your hands swaying by your side. silco immediately turned to you, slightly startled. âY/N.â you took a deep breath. âiâll do it.â âwhat?â âi- iâll offer myself to the enforcers, so that jinx will be safe and-â you were only halfway through your sentence when silco started shaking his head, standing up, but you didnât notice as your eyes were closed and your head was down. â-and then zaun is free and youâll have your biggest wish and-â âNo.â at this you looked up, staring your adoptive father in the eyes. âbut-â âNo. i am not giving either of my children away, not even for zaun. iâll figure something out but i am not losing you or jinx.â you stood there for a moment, unsure what to say before you tackled silco in a hug, almost knocking him over. he flinched, but hugged you back. neither of you noticed your blue-haired sister hiding in the shadows, having heard everything. â˝ ăâă âž "jiiinnnnxx,,â you dragged out your sisterâs name as you called her, your feet dragging behind you as you entered her âlairâ. however, the place was empty, much to your surprise. you looked around, making sure she wasnât hiding to scare you as sheâd done so many times before. âjinx?â which is when you noticed the note scribbled on the desk. â not letting you sacrifice yourself for me n dad. luv you, tell dad i love him too ę¨ â you cursed and ran out of the room, running as fast as you could all the way to the bridge connecting zaun and piltover. after reaching the bridge you immediately spotted jinxâs bright blue braided hair, and the enforcers surrounding her with their guns raised. âJINX!!â you yelled out, catching jinxâs attention as she turned to you, her eyes widening. âWAIT!!â you yelled out, coming in between jinx and the enforcers, half of whom now had their guns trained on you. âwait, sheâs-â âY/N, no-â âsheâs just covering for me,â you spat out, still panting heavily from the long run. âit was me. i did everything. jinx was innocent, she did nothing wrong. sheâs just covering.â and that was all the enforcers needed to hear. they handcuffed you and forced you away from jinx, dragging you toward piltover. you looked back at jinx with tears in your eyes, giving your sister one last smile.
hope you enjoyed! ⥠debating a part two lol
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Prompt: "You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."
Pairing: Dire Crowley and GN!Prefect/ Yuu/ MC
Genre: Yandere (platonic)
TW: Yandere Dire Crowley, crow man's delusional and literally does not give two fucks, just generally creepy vibes all around.
AN: I am so, so, so sorry for what you are about to read now lol. If you get too confused in the middle, don't worry, I was just as confused writing this but my brain just wouldn't rest until I finished and posted this so here we are. The basic summary of this is that Yuu or the Prefect is trapped in an endless cycle because Crowley overblotted. You might have to read this twice or thrice to understand the how and why <3
He knows.
From the moment he sees them, he remembers.
He remembers and he watches as they do it again.
And again.
And again.
A puppet, unaware of their being handled by someone else, someone kinder and gentler who just wants to keep them safe and sound.
Even if it means trapping them in an endless cycle.
Even if he is the only one who sees and notices and remembers.
Dire Crowley cuts an imposing figure as he stands in his office, facing an ornate mirror. Not the Dark Mirror, no. This particular mirror has its roots in mystical arcane magic, from the times of Jupiter and when the Titans roamed free. Dire has a faint memory of his mother, the Crowley Matriarch, telling him to be careful with it, to pass it down to his heir as she had, to him.
Crystal clear, it beckons to him to reveal himself. To bare himself, imperfections and flaws laid out in the privacy of his office for it to see.
A selfish, sadistic desire to pick apart every carefully constructed lie, each bejeweled facade to show the utter mess of a man that lies beneath it all arises in him; he finds himself indulging in it more often than he likes to admit.
The masked man removes his mask for what is not the first time, and most certainly would not be the last. Sharp golden eyes look on as black ink, once held within the confines of his mask, drips down his face. Times like these make him wonder and marvel at how he has not met his demise yet.
Fingers adorned with golden claws rise and touch the blot, marveling at how cold it feels as it stains his skin. Lesser mages would have been dead long ago, Crowley knows this. Slight dread rises in him at the thought, knowing that his magic reserves are long finished; he lives on borrowed time and magic.
But then again, who cares? As long as he can have them here, where they belong, safe and sound-
A knock resonates through the room, startling the headmage. He quickly puts the mask on his face again and clears his throat, saying, "Come in."
He watches as they walk in, no doubt to complain about something, or to talk about their financial situation. Perhaps he should increase their allowance? After all, it is their being, their magic that sustains him, and allows him to live through these lifetimes watching over the unassuming, now magicless human he had imprinted on and the students they had endeared themself to.
Crowley watches as they speak, unable to stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He hems and haws and lies through his teeth about not being able to find them a way back.
He sees the light in their eyes dim; it is a small change, one that doesn't stay for long. But the magicless human is precious to him, and so he observes them. He watches them leave his office silently, a stark contrast to when their impatience and indignance have them cursing his name to the skies. No outcome, no outburst of their emotions will be able to move his cold, frozen heart to thaw, however; they belong to Twisted Wonderland, as Twisted Wonderland belongs to them.
In their first lifetime, Crowley recalls with the fondness of a father thinking of his grown-up child, they did possess magic; far different in nature, but magic nonetheless. And powerful too, considering the aura of it radiated from their being even as something stopped them from being able to use it.
Crowley wonders if it was so that he could see how invaluable, how indispensable they were.
How the entirety of Twisted Wonderland was made for them.
He did try, the first time, to find them a way back home. Endless efforts were dedicated to researching the existence of universes and multiverses. Of course, such exhaustive research would take time, time which he saw them spend getting close to the students of Night Raven College and fighting overblots.
Seven overblots, in the span of one year.
A record untouched by any other being, mage or otherwise. A record they kept making each and every lifetime they spent in the loop. A record that became his new normal, so much so that he no longer gives more than a cursory glance to the overblots and their aftermath.
He knows how it all ends, after all.
In their first lifetime, his efforts had bore fruit. His studies revealed a way to connect the Dark Mirror to their plane of existence, through the use of the very mirror that was hidden behind his back. His blood had run cold at the revelation, and he spent the next few weeks? months? looking for alternatives. For other ways to be able to send them back.
Until one day, the Prefect found out.
As they angrily interrogated him for the reasons behind his silence, asking him why he would not send them back even though there was a way, he realized exactly why he was hesitant about sending them back.
Crowley had no spouse, no children. But the mirror, the mirror which had been in his family for generations, needed an heir. One who could gain control over it, rather than have it control them like it did with so many of his ancestors, including his mother.
Surely the one dubbed a beast-tamer could tame such a dangerously powerful magical artefact?
He desperately begged and bargained with them, trying to change their mind. Trying to entice them into staying forever in Twisted Wonderland, as his heir. He offered them gold and silver, riches beyond what one would expect a man like him to have. He offered them the immense honour and prestige that came with being a deity that the entirety of Twisted Wonderland bowed to.
But they... they refused to stay. The only thing that was in their mind was to go home. Why couldn't they get it through their head that Twisted Wonderland was meant to be their home?
The aftermath of that argument... Crowley's memories are hazy at best. He remembers waking up in a pool of blot, the sticky ink covering his hands and the top of his face, dripping constantly. He remembers the mirror glowing as he dragged himself to it like a mindless moth flies to the flame even with the risk of getting burned.
Words had slipped through his mouth like the prayers of the devout at the altar of their deity, the faint and familiar hum of magic accompanied by a slight crackle of dark miasma.
"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor... My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all," he had spoken, not knowing exactly what spell he was casting. All he knew, was that he was succumbing to the mirror, the same way his mother had; the same way all of his ancestors had, giving into the madness that such unchecked power and magic could create.
"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.." A vision of them, standing on the other side of the mirror, had Crowley try to reach out to them. His hand grazed the solid glass, before passing through it. He watched as their eyes widened and they took a step back.
"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror." A shiver of thrill ran up his spine as they gingerly placed their hand in his after giving his words some thought, even with all the doubt in their eyes. He curled his fingers around their warm hand, and pulled.
He later found out that, during his overblot, he had managed to trap a significant portion of their soul in the mirror that was his family heirloom. The mirror rejected their magic, foreign as it was, and somehow those powers transferred themselves over to Crowley.
The words Crowley spoke, was the way to invoke their soul and bring them back each time they left Twisted Wonderland. A reset button, if you will.
Every time they show the slightest hint of wanting to leave, the slightest glimpse of understanding that he is the one they need to defeat in order to go home, he resets. Memories get wiped and Twisted Wonderland moulds beneath his gold-plated fingertips to what it was before. They say time waits for no man, but then again, Dire Crowley is more monster than human now. And so it bends to his will, but not without taking away his memories as well.
But then he sees them.
And he remembers.
#ice write#twst writing#twisted wonderland#twst#twst crowley#dire crowley#gn!yuu#gn!prefect#twst yuu#yandere twst#yandere dire crowley#platonic yandere#gn!reader#gn!mc#dire crowley twst#yandere crowley and gn!prefect#i dunno what this is#but it is something
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You Decide
Platonic Jinx x Reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: none
Summary: Y/N is betrayed by someone close to them, but luckily Jinx is there to help
Word Count: 1k
A/N: This is more of a drabble cause it's short, but anyway. I'm hyperfixating on arcane, so any requests (or rants lol) just let me know!
Despite all the clouds, and the dark buildings surrounding you, it was a bright night, the city lights brightening the clouds... Or maybe that was just the lightning. It was as though the sky felt the same betrayal you did. Your anger. The thunder. Your tears. The rain. You fell to your knees, screaming pointlessly in pain. Punches landed on the pavement, and blood mixed with water on the cement. Tears mixed with rain, and emotions clouded your mind.
The voices were loud. Too loud. The storm over your head was nothing compared to the one in your mind. Echoes of the words spoken. Aches of the ones that were never said; and never would be.
You couldn't believe what had happened. The betrayal struck you like lightning; unexpected and full of electricity burning you to your core. Now you were bent over, crying, bleeding, howling. You knew the numbness would come later. The plastic band-aid would cover the dirty bullet hole as though it was a mere scrape; you'd tell yourself it happened to someone else. Not you. You cannot be hurt, you're strong. Well, this version of you. You'd tell yourself it didn't hurt. It didn't matter. And you'd change... but that would come later.
Now was the time for screaming into the sky, seeing blood, tinged red with rage, and blue, the colour water and the misery.
You sobbed, doubled over as though punched in the gut, heaving. The reflection of the broken person in the puddle was someone you didn't recognise. Someone you didn't acknowledge. The numbness was about to take over; and with it, your dark resolve, when the image in the puddle was shaken and replaced but the metal tip of a boot.
You looked up to see a familiar face; Jinx.
The girl bobbed down, and looked at you with wide, curious eyes, head tilted. You held eyes with her, unwavering, until your mouth betrayed you with a quivering lip. You looked away and a sob escaped you.
âShe did it.â
The words were small as they came out, so quiet you could barely hear them yourself. Jinx's eyes flickered over you, down and back up, assessing. Then the stoic face cracked. Now was not the time for explosions and manic laughter; there was plenty of that today. Without thought, Jinx dived on you, knocking you harshly against the pavement in a brutal but well-meaning hug.
And you broke down.
It was too much. The betrayal. The hurt. Doing... well. Words couldn't even explain what they did. It hurt too much. You sobbed into Jinx's arms as she held you still, comforting you without knowing how. All she could do was cling on and mutter to herself.
âHow dare she.â âWe'll make them pay.â âI have just the thing for them, toots!â all came tumbling from Jinx's mouth. The last one caught your attention.
âJinx. No.â
âBut they hurt you. They're gonna pay.â you felt the hatred tinge her voice. âNo one hurts you. 'cept maybe me. But you'd forgive me, right? You always do.â This time her tone was soft, fragile.
â'Course I'd forgive you. You never hurt me purposely, like I'd never hurt you knowingly.â you spoke gently, though confused as to how the conversation changed. But when Jinx spoke again you understood her point.
âYeah. Sooo,â
âJust, just let me think before you go blow them up, kay?â
You looked into her eyes and saw she was fighting herself. But then she nodded. Jinx sat up so abruptly the air suddenly filling your lungs made you choke.
âC'mon, I didn't squeeze ya that hard.â The blue haired girl chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her head. âGrounded ya though, right?â
You realised you weren't numb anymore. You weren't spiralling. A half smile gave Jinx the answer she wanted. You sat up, pointlessly wiping a tear as the rain splashed around you.
âCan I- can I maybe stay wi-â you started to ask Jinx if you could stay with her that night. You both knew neither of you were safe to be left alone after the events that happened a mere half hour ago.
âI'm not leaving you.â Jinx stated fiercely, and you looked up at where she was standing. âI'm not like them. I'm not abandoning you. You're not alone.âYou've got me! And all my friends!â Her eyes lit up as she tapped the gun strapped to her back, tone changing fast as always, only able to be serious a moment, but her care for you never changing.
It was chaotic, but what you needed to hear. That you're not alone.
But it wasn't enough.
âYeah.â
You looked around the alley you were in, rain dripping from your hair down your face, dropping into your lap. You looked down.
âJinx?â your voice was soft, timid. The weakness in it scared you, but you felt you had no strength left.
âWhat's up, toots?â
âI... uh... I dunno... Who...â
âSpit it out, we don't have all day.â
âWho am I without them?â
You weren't expecting the words to strike such a cord within Jinx, but for a moment the chaos of her stopped. She was just Jinx again, the loose cannon in the background. Your favourite Jinx.
Jinx's boots landed with a heavy thud as she walked slowly back over to you. As she knelt down, you saw a seriousness in her eyes that you'd never seen before. She brushed some damp hair back from your face, and lifted your head by your chin to meet her eyes.
âYou decide.â
She stood up, and offered you her hand.
âYou show 'em. Show 'em who you are, what you're capable of. That you're not their lil toy to be played.â
Jinx looked into the distance for a moment.
âWe'll show them all.â
When Jinx looked back at you, memories staining her eyes, you knew what she meant. Who she was thinking of. You felt something in your heart change, and you took her hand and rose to your feet.
You'd had enough of being abandoned. Betrayed. Left out to cry in the rain. Left to die. You felt you'd always understood Silco and Jinx. But it wasn't til this moment that you really understood. And Jinx would be there to help you rummage around the wreckage to find the version of yourself you needed. Maybe you'd heal. But for now, you'd survive.
Taglist: @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @smiling-girl (idk if you wanna be tagged or not, but ily and you're my bestie so you get tagged away hehe) (same with you @charlie-rulerofhell) @fandomfoodiedancer
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I have been asked a couple of times, whether I am doing requests right now and what kind of requests I would do, and now that the very eventful August is done, I thought I could actually redo my Requests Open post.
So, hi, I am Alex, I write a lot of fanfictions. Yes, I will do requests (and commissions). Yes, I will even do smutty ones. Even the really smutty ones. Yes, I will also do dark stuff and whump. I love whump.
The main fandom I will take requests for are:
Baldur's Gate 3
Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
Castlevania (Netflix) & Castlevania: Nocturne
League of Legends & Arcane
Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical
Hades
There are other fandoms I write for, but those are the ones I feel most comfortable writing for at the moment.
What I will write:
A variety of shippings (see under the cut)
Character-centric stuff about almost any character
Smut, BDSM and Kink (I might however be not comfortable with specific kinks or specific kinks just on some of the ships)
Whump + Hurt/Comfort
All sorts of lighter genre
Family Fluff
Friendship Fluff
Urban Fantasy AUs
What I definitely won't write:
No-Magic AUs
A/B/O
OCs that are not my own (with @g-vlssz Sophie being the excemption)
Any sort of reader insert (especially female reader inserts)
You will find a more detailed list in regards to fandoms, ships and so on under the cut. :)
Baldur's Gate 3
Will Write:
Pretty much any of the characters (unless they are some NPC I missed)
Any shipping combination between Karlach, Lae'zel & Shadowheart
Karlach/Wyll
Nocturne/Shadowheart
Halsin/Astarion
Alfira/Lakrissa
Dame Aylin/Isobel
Araj/Aurelia
Astarion/my own trans male Tav
(Toxic, unhealthy) Cazador/Astarion & Vellioth/Cazador
(Toxic, unhealthy) Raphael/Gortash
(Toxic, unhealthy) canon Dark Urge/Gortash
Any combination between the companions as friends
Halsin & adopted kids
Gale & Tara, as well as Gale & Yenna
Won't Write:
Anything with a Tav or Durge that is not my own (I just do not feel comfortable writing about someone else's OCs, sorry)
Any reader insert
Any shippings with Gale (the man needs therapy first lol)
Ascended Astarion
Sharran Shadowheart
God Gale
Minthara, because I never managed to recruit her
Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves
Will Write:
Xenk/Edgin
Edgin/Zia
Any variation of the characters as platonic relationships
I will write also crossovers with BG3
Won't Write:
Edgin/Holga
Simon/Doric as a romantic shipping - Doric is canonically asexual, and I do headcanon her as aromantic as well, so I absolutely love to write them as a very intense queerplatonic relationship, but not as anything romantic
Castlevania (Netflix)
Will Write:
Any characters
(Greta)/Trevor/Sypha/Alucard (and any combination between any two of them, with the exception of Greta/Alucard)
Hector/Isaac
(Toxic or AU) Hector/Lenore
Carmilla/Laura
Striga/Morana
Morana/Cho
Dracula/Lisa (however, for them I will not write harder kink)
Will also write: Hector/Sypha/Greta & (Hector)/Isaac/Trevor
Any friendship/platonic combination between character who live in the end
Will not Write:
As said above: romantic/sexual Greta/Alucard (I headcanon Greta as aromantic bisexual and Alucard as panromantic demisexual - and in my stuff they are just not compatible in what they want from a relationship, but are queerplatonic with each other)
Cis Striga (I headcanon her as trans and I will refuse to write her as cis)
Dracula/any character who is not Lisa (however, I would write a whumpy one-sided "Isaac is crushing on Dracula" story)
Hector/Lenore as a healthy couple outside of an AU
Castlevania: Nocturne
Will Write:
Mizrak/Olrox
Erzebeth/Drolta
Edouard/Jacques
Pretty much any friendship/platonic stuff between the characters
Will not Write:
Alucard/Maria (absolutely not, that's so fucking creepy)
Richter/Maria
Admittedly so far I am also not confident enough to write Richter/Annette
League of Legends & Arcane
Will Write:
Honestly, within LoL I will write a ton of different ships - especially queer ships. So - given the amount of characters, just look at the "Won't write" and if a ship is not there, just try and ask.
I will write most of the canonical AUs of LoL (like Star Guardians and Odysse)
For the Arcane timeline I am also quite versatile when it comes to alternate timelines - from "nothing bad ever happens" AUs up to "everything goes to shit" AUs
Will not Write:
I will definitely not write anything for the characters, who are actively participating in a fascist genocide (looking at some characters in Noxus and especially Demacia)
Caitlyn/Vi (because too many fans are biphobic, and I am done with it)
Shyvana/Jarven
Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical
Will Write:
Grace/Persephone
Grace/Freddie/Persephone
Freddie/Calliope
Persephone/Calliope
Any platonic combination between any characters
Won't Write:
Grace/Apollo
Grace/Pan
Anything about Athena (I hate her)
Hades
Will Write:
Zagreus/Thanatos/Megaera
Hades/Persephone/Nyx
Archilles/Patroclus
I would love to write family and friendship fluff, too!
Won't Write:
Zagreus/Theseus
I have not yet played Hades 2, so...
#open for requests#requests are open#fanfiction requests#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3#castlevania#castlevania (netflix)#castlevania nocturne#dungeons & dragons#dungeons & dragon: honor among thieves#dnd:hat#league of legends#arcane#arcane: league of legends#stray gods#hades game
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Could you do another chapter installation for Vander x Pregnant reader?
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Pairing: Modern!Vander x Black!Fem!Reader
Type: Headcanons
Synopsis: A continuation of the headcanons of Arcane characters with a pregnant!reader; this is specifically for Vander and how heâd react to being a father figure once again!
Warnings:Â pregnancy, mentions of labor, brief allusion to post-labor pains and fatigue, also a brief allusion to Vander 'handling things if a baby daddy pops up
A/N: Lord I lowkey forgot I did these headcanons, it was so long agoâŚback when I had my first ever case of baby fever lol. Not gonna lie it took me a while to actually sit with this one bc I donât have the same drive as I did when I first made these headcanons, so I hope they sound alright. Also, this can be taken as romantic or platonic, I left it ambiguous on purpose for that reason.
Tags: @writingintheshadowsforever @mbakuetshurisprincess @verachii @cafehyunji @lulu-network @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @conretewings @vander-affectionate
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Vander takes special care in learning how to aid you during your pregnancy. His kids are his by bond; adopted from old friends and off the streets. Heâs not familiar with the whole pregnancy process, so he tries to prepare himself. He is, in fact, not prepared.
You would commonly find him sitting at the kitchen table while waddling down the stairs for a class of water, sitting on his phone or at his laptop, looking at articles on how to prepare for being a newbornâs dad, or on amazon for things to buy for the babyâs arrival. Heâs a very dedicated man!
You wanted to have an at-home delivery, of which Vander was originally against because he would much rather have had the professionals handle the delivery. Not that he didn't trust your judgment, thatâs far from doubtâŚhe just doesnât trust himself. Heâs about thirty years of rough edges and has only known harshness. He doesnât know the first thing about infants, and the fragility of them scares the living shit out of him.
When the child is born he is absolutely mesmerized by them. How something so tiny can release the shrillest of cries, how they practically fit in the palms of his hand. This may not be his kid, but he knows for sure that the connection he feels to this tiny human in his hand is just as strong as any biological connection could be.
Being a mother is exhausting, Vander learns. The exhaustion that racks through you day in and day out from taking care of your newborn does a number to you, and he sees it. He tries to ease the burden by taking over night shifts so that you can sleep. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to overstep any boundaries but he gets the hang of it after a couple of weeks.
He becomes super dad very quickly - as if he wasnât one already. He keeps the baby very entertained while youâre healing and getting yourself back together after the labor.Â
In spending more time with the kid he also becomes protective, as one would suggest. So you better hope no baby daddy drama comes aroundâŚcuz Vander not having it at all. He will do some serious damage to that dude if he tries anything funnyâŚand we donât wanna see Vander get angry now.
But overall heâd ve a very loving and supportive person throughout the pregnancy and the first stages of your child's life in whatever capacity you want him to be in, whether it be platonic or romantic. Nevertheless, he does view your kid as one of his own and will always treat him as such.
If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And donât be shy to send in a request!
#black reader#black tumblr#arcane#league of legends#league of legends arcane#league of legends x reader#league of legends x black!reader#arcane x reader#arcane x black!reader#vander arcane#arcane vander#vander x black!reader#vander x reader#arcane fluff
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x readersss???
ye- so Iâm basically making x readers for some fandoms now Iâm taking requests rn
I will take:
loz:
link/linked universe, urbosa, Zelda, basically all the sages minus the minor, fierce deity, dark, Gannon, Ravio
FF7:
so far only cloud
Creepy pastas:
Ben drowned, glitchy red, lost silver, puppeteer, candy pop, (basically all the ogs), x virus, and moreeeee
spider verse:
hobbie, gewn, miles, that vampire guy (forg his name)
SSbu:
pit, dark pit, palutena, link, Zelda, cloud, sonic
Arcane:
Vi, jinx, ekko, Mel, etcâŚ
PokĂŠmon:
silver, gold, ash, goh, (all the gym leaders basically) hop, Marnie, mallow, Lana, gladion, Lillie, Kiawe, (BASICALLY EVERYONE IN SUN AND MOON) Garry, Arlo, and some others I forgot-
Fundamental paper education (Iâm still learning about this one so they all might have completely different personalityâs):
Miss Circle, Miss Bloomie, Miss Emily, Miss Grace, Miss Sasha, Miss Thavle, Mr Demi, Abby, Oliver, Zip, Skell, and âlice
I feel to lazy to put the rest you can just ask if I do them LOL
i do Take disorders as well for Readers and smth
I will not take minors and child readers unless itâs fluff or platonic I also wonât take yandars tho
ALSOOO idc if minors interact or not because I was that age too just donât blame me if u get in trouble đ¤ˇđžââď¸
#link x reader smut#fierce deity x reader#shadow link x reader#hobie brown smut#urbosa x reader#pit x reader#Ssbu x reader#pokĂŠmon x reader#pokĂŠmon xy#pokemon x reader#pokepasta x reader#pokĂŠmon#pokemon trainer#creepypasta x reader#fundamental paper education#fundamental paper education x reader#miss circle x reader#spider man x reader#arcane x reader#Skell x reader
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Was yea ra afezeria infel waath sos herra(I bless you with my love and song of healing)-REDUX
A/N: Yes, you are reading this title correctly! I needed to remaster this story so badly. Not that the old was bad, Sevens no. I wasnât happy with the format and execution. This is not tied to the main story. It was a test run for how Hymmnos would play out in Twisted Tonelico, but yeesh. The format for the chorus and awkward wording left little to be desired in my opinion ^-^â. Hopefully this redux is better.
By the way, for the sake of this story, I had Meryu sing the Pastalie/ [Method] song Implanter-aka METHOD_IMPLANTA/.-a form of Hymmnos that she cannot technically sing because she is not an IPD. But for the sake of this drabble she is one, and I gave it to her because this song fits the events of GloMas. Plus, I was in the mood for some Malleyuu fluff when I wrote this lol.
One more thing!: Words in parentheses are the Bell of Salvation singing, and non parentheses words are Meryu singing!
With all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this redux!!
Synopsis: In the aftermath of the Fire Lotus incident, the Ramshackle Prefect felt powerless as her classmates fought tooth and nail to end the chaos. Knowing the weakening states of everyone in her group and the city, Meryu decides to break the nighttime rules for one night to sing. Only this time, this song is a gift to all.
Pairings: Malleus Draconia x Meryu Melenas (though like with the old one you read their relationship as platonical or romantical)
Warnings: N/A outside of Glorious Masquerade Spoilers
The night still fell onto Fleur City. The city itself seemed calm and at peace, a complete opposite from what transpired a mere hours ago. Long after the sun had begun to set, horrid flowers of fire had sprouted throughout the city like a disease. Sucking the magic and life out of all its citizens. The people within this primavera town wouldâve forever been trapped in the clutches of that fiery nightmare brought on by the Fire Lotuses, were it not for the valiant efforts of Night Ravenâs finest.
Together, they had confronted the perpetrator responsible for the birth of this former parasyte, Rollo Flamme, defeated him and used the Salvation magic of the Cityâs Bell of the same name to eradicate the vile plague before it would spread to all of Twisted Wonderland.
In the end, they all celebrated at the cityâs Noble Bell College Lecture Hall, closing off the schoolâs Arcane Field Trip with the highly anticipated Masquerade. After that, everyone had retired for the evening, so they may be prepared for their eventual return to their school life.
Thinking back to all that happened made it impossible for one little soul to sleep. The soul of Meryu Melenas, Night Raven Collegeâs lone Reyvateil, could not fall back asleep at all. Her mind was still racing from all that transpired. The tour, the square, the outbreak, the fallâŚalmost losing her dearest Prince to death. All of it consumed her mind so badly, the poor girl couldnât even think straight.Â
Meryu hated the fact that she was powerless to stop the fire lotus. She had attempted once to use her songs, only for the blasted plants to try and choke her voice out. She loathed not noticing the signs when Rollo was telling her his thoughts on magic and how the world was better off without it. She felt uselessâŚagain.
Getting up from the bed Noble Bell offered to her for their stay, Meryu grabbed the coat from her NRC uniform and quietly stepped out of the room. Since Grim had stayed the night with Deuce it made it much easier for her to leave. Making sure she did not disturb anyone else sleeping in their rooms, with the grace of a ballet dancer she walked past the living quarters and further into the school halls.Â
Wandering the enormous, stained glass window halls of Noble Bell College, Meryu marveled at the beauty of the moonâs soft light shining past the colored window planes. She thought once again to the Masquerade where she danced and jumped with everyone to Malleusâs tribute song. It was enchanting, both the dance and his song. It felt like she was healed by his singing like she has to him and everyone during her time in this world.
Before she knew it, her feet had guided her to the very Lecture Hall where everything started. Gazing above to the ceiling, beyond the paintings detailing the beauty of Fleur City, was the Bell of Salvation. An Artifact that she had noted to have the same SH-Waves of Infel Phira back home in Ar Tonelico and the Dark Mirror back at school. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, praying to the enchanted Bell.Â
âOh Holy Bell, I wish for you to sing with me this night. Would you please join me?â
The soft chimes from above signaled to the young Song Mage that they would love to.
âThank youâŚâ
A melody began to play, giving Meryu the chance to perform her serenade.
~xA rre exail sarr wLYErm anw sphaela/. xA sorr aLYEuk zess l.l.n. anw aje harphe/. xA sorr aLYEuk zess y.y. Ahiew_ayulsa/.~
Through her song, she hoped and wished for it to heal everyone within this City of Flowers.
~xU rre rhaplanca hLYEmYAmArU enw raklya en yLYEzAtU, jLYEwA dejuy an arhou tes 1001 Implanta/.~
Her body began to glow; a warm light filled with love encompassing her and her song. Wisps of the light took on a phantasmic form; a Will of Wonderland.
~Hana wo sanji shu ni someta yubi de Hitai wo kazaru toge wo ande~ ~Watashi wa ima shokuzai no shirushi Ibara no tsuru no kauburi itadaku~ ~Hohotsutai ochiru shizuku Kawaita daichi ni somite~
She swayed with the tune, slowly dancing about with the fainted Will within the Bell.
~Inochi no me uruosu you Ame to narite sosogitai Anata ni~
As the Will danced with her, it began to drop small golden orbs into the groundâŚ
~Kono mune no naka afururu Hikari maioriru~ ~Inori no tane wa kagayou Kiseki ni mebuku~
Each one became a small wave that flew into the school walls. The waves then became pulses that flew beyond the campus walls and expanded into the sleeping city. As this happened, Meryu began to recall the moment the fire lotuses bloomed and Rollo showing his true colors.
~xN rre harr f.s. tes maoh ess ouvyu sechel/. :/xO rre qejyu m.t.y.y. anw daedu/. Naave wEsLYN ayulsa sphaela/. xE rre vega a.u.k. ayulsa Asiance_qejyu/:~
Almost as if itâs reenacting Malleus's actions from the Fall, the Bellâs Will embraced the Reyvateil and sang together with her.
~xN rre Maoh s.s.w. tie Rhaplanca enw h.k.t.t. has./~ (:/Reta yorr tYAnu za j.d.r. gor Ajues_qejyu./ sYAIA Atitia_qejyu, Reta yorr hYArAnAt oucc/.)
The shift in the air from the Bell had unknowingly awoken some of the School's inhabitants. Including a certain fae prince.
(:xU yorr vUsUk 1000 Aujes_qejyu wYAfA za rYAfrm 1001 Atitia_qejyu en vYAsk yor/:)
Meryu, feeling more at ease with the nightmares gone as fast as they appeared, continued on with her blessing.
~Shiroki ashi de deido wo fumishime Tsubasa was tsui kegaruru tomo~ ~Watashi was tada inochi hatsuru made, Asu wo shinjite kanata e Habataku~ ~Aganai wa itsuka tabi no Subete wo oeru sono hibi ni~
The newly awakened group watched Meryu's performance from afar. Some musing at her typical actions. Others were mesmerized by her singing as they had dozens of times. And while one was bewildered by what he saw, the boy next to him was silent, taking it all he was hearing from the lone woman.
~Hatenaki negai utaou Omoi kasaneau~ ~Tsunaida yubi wa ikue no Hanabira no you ni~
The passion within her voice was strong, tears suddenly started to form in her eyes. Even from far away, the smallest of the audience saw them and booked it towards her. Leading to the others to follow suit.
~Kono mune no naka afururu Hikari furisosoge~ ~Negai nokigi wa itsushika Sora eto todoku~
In the climax of their song, the Bell and Reyvateil sung together once more.
(xN herra h.r.n.t. ane sphaela ttu y.y. 1000 hiewi meryu/. xN harr v.s.k. nafa eje en Atitia_qejyu enw h.r.n.t./.) ~xN rre Rhaplanca y.y. eh 1001 Atitita_qejyu, en harr w.n.s. anw ouvyu sechel sev maen olo/.~
~xN harr h.l.s.s. ess ouvyu sechel/. :/xU rre vega a.u.k. zz ayulsa siance/. xU rre vega a.u.k. zodal sechel/:~ ~xN harr y.z.t. en y.z.t. enw raklya/. :/mAtUyYAy 1001 Implanta/:~
The last notes faded away into a whisper, carried off by the wind. the sound of bell chimes echoing through the Lecture Hall.Â
When she opened her dewey eyes, Meryu felt something paw at her leg. She looked down and saw Grim looking up at her with worry. She leaned down to scoop him in her arms and hugged him close. Seeing Deuce and Epel rush to her side surprised Meryu even more, causing her to see that the whole NRC group had come down to the Lecture Hall. Even Prof. Trein and Rollo were with them, something that shocked her just as much as seeing her classmates.Â
As some of the boys came to her to praise or reprimand the Song Mage, Malleus had stayed silent. All throughout her solo performance he had listened to her words carefully, imprinting each one in his heart. He knew what each melodic note coming from his dearest is what she truly felt deep down.
And for that he was grateful.Â
Malleus stepped forward to meet her, the others moving away for him to face the young woman. No words were exchanged, only actions as he embraced his beloved Reyvateil, knowing that was enough to express his thanks to her and her song of healing.
#twisted wonderland#twst#ar tonelico#twst x ar tonelico au#malleus x reader#malleus draconia#twistedwonderland#revamping old story#chibi celesti drabbles#malleyuu
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You are getting me intrigued about Bladeweave, and i want to know your thoughts on:
A) Do they get a pet together? (The correct answer is yes)
B) Do you imagine them like, in a specific Bladeweave universe, or like canon-ish one, but like after the Hell Trip?
C) Do you think Tara and Wyll team up to make sure Gale doesn't forget to take care of himself and then Tara teams up with Gale to do the same to Wyll?
D) What do you think Wyll's father thinks of Gale?
Also feels weirdly nostalgic to be on your asks
omg hiiiii beloved. first of all finish the damn game đŤ second of all damn i missed your asks đ
in order:
A) they get a frankly ridiculous amount of pets but neither of them will admit it because they're the "they're not my pets, i just feed them" kind of mfs. i mean, that's canon on gale's end but we all know wyll is just as bad if not worse with the whole "hm actually animals are fully fledged individuals who belong to no one but themselves and only a tyrant would wish to conquer them and reduce them to something to be owned and,"- bullshit.
(also, honestly? after being called a pet and a pup by mizora for so long, the last thing he wants is to be reminded of her. and considering how in wyll origins he says his biggest fear is to become the devil he was made to look as, i think it'd be highly triggering for him to say anything at all that sounded like it could've come from her mouth, even in a completely different context. so, no, he'll never have "pets", he'll have loyal animal friends whom he feeds and takes care of and who live with him and always come back to him but they're not pets how dare you)
gale is more of a cat/tressym person, and of course tara is gale's friend first and foremost and wyll and her mostly bond over their love for gale. wyll however has no discrimination when it comes to species and i mean none. he'll show up at the tower or wherever else they live all like "hey gale so hear me out" and it's just as likely that he'll have a cat, a dog, a pigeon, a horse, or a crocodile in tow. gale just sighs and goes magic up whatever sort of specialized environment their new tennant will need because he knew what he was getting into when he married Literal Disney Princess, got-speak-with-animals-as-a-cantrip-out-of-a-devil-deal Wyll Ravengard. those are mostly wyll's friends (not pets, the dekarios-ravengard household is completely pet free, ignore the first 10 levels of the tower) but they also get along well with gale too. he makes them tea when they to to their area upstairs for a chat or whatever
B) usually the canon universe, yes. i mean it's fully possible to have a canon run without ever even meeting karlach so it's not like i'd need a fully fledged AU if I didn't wanna include the going to hell part (plus other ending possibilities im not spoiling you about). but also i feel like gale is the kind of stupidly self sacrificial mf who would go to hell with wyll and karlach if that's what it takes, both to be with his love and because karlach does deserve to live and be safe. and he knows that he can help try to look into arcane solutions for her heart. and if anyone understands having a ticking time bomb in their chest and needing support to grow back hope that you'll be able to live without it being a risk, and deserve to, it's him. wyll's saved him from his own time bomb; he would never deny karlach the same sort of redemption, especially when she got in that situation through no fault of her own
so, yes, i can imagine him joining them, even if not 24/7, and trying to help with her heart before they come back. and then we can have bladeweave and karlachzel (? what's their ship name called man) or Fucking Whatever lol. i mean part of the appeal of wyllach to me is that i feel like it makes 0 difference whether it's platonic or romantic, so i can see a platonic helping each other in hell before we can go back to our respective baes sort of situation
C) duh. tara and wyll have a whole routine they've executed to perfection for when gale is having a bad depression day, or a bad back/joint pain day, or an orb flare-up day, or whichever other flavor of disabling situation gale faces (semi-)regularly. tara is both relieved to have someone else to take care of him (both so she gets room to take care of herself as well and just from knowing that no matter what, someone else has gale's back) and pleased to see that, at least as far as depression days go, gale has been having those less and less. not because true love cures all or whatever but because now gale has a significant support network with all the tadfools, plus with the orb stabilized he doesn't have to fear going out, seeing his family, and making friends anymore. nothing is perfect or cured but slowly and steadily he's been building the kind of support net that allows him to breathe and keep himself alive more easily, you know
as for wyll's own disability days, tara is kind of slow to trust and even slower to show said trust. naturally she would always be there to support them both when wyll needed, if anything because it mattered to gale. but it was mostly supporting gale while he supported wyll at the beginning, because she was still wary of anyone who could potentially break her wizard's heart and make him even more fragile
also, he kind of waltzed into her house and then started bringing dogs. yuck.
but wyll is nothing if not explicitly and selflessly loving of gale and completely polite and respectful of tara's boundaries, which means he earns her love faster than any other humanoid ever has. so at first she was kind of tsundere about it - trying to hide her concern when wyll was having PTSD episodes by being kind of focused on gale, being a bit snarky (although never in a mean way), that kind of thing. over time though she fully gave up on pretending and became very involved in helping him. nothing like having a tressym purr to help pull you out of a flashback, or having someone to pet during a depression day, etc.
she is also one of the few people who always keeps in mind that wyll is not, in fact, fully sighted. whenever they go somewhere new or something changes in the layout of the tower she always helps him figure out clues to make up for his lack of depth perception while he's getting used to the state of things. gale also has a tendency to clutter and leave his stuff everywhere when he's particularly invested in a subject so she always makes sure to point out to wyll if there's anything in his path. especially when they're in waterdeep, she always takes the lead when they're walking through crowds, helping make the way so wyll won't bump into anybody by accident. with gale she's more of a supportive friend/housemate but with wyll she goes full on service animal without him ever asking. neither of them ever say anything about it but when she starts doing it wyll knows that he is, officially, part of the family. and most of all, loved
(and they take care of her too, of course. with food and pets and help when she's in pain or sad too. gale is aware that he put quite a heavy load on her when she was literally the only thing keeping him alive after the orb, and wyll is endlessly thankful to her for making sure he was cared for during that time. so they make sure she has all the resting and support she needs, and she is, quite frankly, the most spoiled tressym in the sword coast. wyll also went to ridiculous lengths to make sure everything in their tower was accessible for a non-opposable-thumbs-haver, especially the wizardy stuff because tara is, as gale said, a fine wizard on her own right)
also, sometimes she kneads the bases of wyll's horns when they hurt or feel particularly heavy, physically or emotionally, and it's really cute
D) difficult one. i kinda struggle to imagine ulder having a good relationship with any of wyll's partners, considering he... like... didn't even have a healthy relationship with wyll lol. so he'd probably be distant and kind of strained, but as far as partner choices go, i feel like gale is some of the best he could be hoping for among the tadfools. he is smart and can be charming, and he thrives with older people tbh. ulder wouldn't be a fan of the fact that he's the wizard-living-in-a-tower stereotype and has never really gotten his hands in the mud, so to speak, but gale is respectful, polite, interesting to talk to, intelligent, compassionate, and honorable and ethical to boot, which i think ulder would see as more important. also, he obviously loves wyll, and there's not much more ulder can ask of a partner, especially after he himself failed to provide wyll the love he needed for so long
so i believe he'd like him, although they'd never really be close. the real question though is what gale would think of ulder, because while i think he would be nothing if not polite to him, especially since he knows how much he means to wyll, i also think gale would be playing 5d chess to subtly insult his parenting skills at every opportunity. he is way too nice to be explicit about it but the way he keeps going for the softest, most subtle and hidden of stings, can be more devastating than calling him a bitch. ulder will suddenly realize that two weeks ago gale implied that he was a dumbass, and given that he only noticed that afterwards, he feels like he was probably right. it keeps him up at night sometimes, trying to figure out if gale lightly insulted him or was genuinely just commenting on the weather. the fact that it drives him mad only makes it all the more satisfying to gale. wyll has no clue this is happening at all
this got long and far too detailed but I won't apologize cuz what did you expect really. anyway i love they
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#tara the tressym#tara bg3#bladeweave#ask#confused-inalltheways-human#overflowing trashcan#long post
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Jinx: [in a jail cell] What about my Miranda rights!? Youâre supposed to say I have 'the right to remain silent'! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!
Silcoâs enforcer child: [in the cell next to her] You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.
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(Y/N): Jinx for the love of God let me do the talking
Jinx: Never
#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane lol x reader#lol arcane x reader#lol x reader#father silco#platonic arcane#incorrect arcane quotes#sister jinx#silcos enforcer child series
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I think I die a little everytime someone calls Jayce and Viktor friends genuinely
#the queers can never win#this is why riot should confirm that jayvik are gay married u know#YOU THINK VIOLYN IS ENOUGH đ¤¨đ¤¨đ¤¨#jayvik#arcane lol#jayce talis#viktor arcane#i rly dont mind if you see their relationship as platonic its just. wow hearing ppl say that with their whole chest#also off topic but i find it rly weird ppl think that if viktor is ace then he cant have a ?? romantic relationship ???
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Care to share some facts about the ROs?
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Similar to MC, theyâre new money, and live with their mother. Theyâve never been in a tight knit community before, as they spent most of their early days moving from apartment to apartment, so theyâre pretty serious about creating a community on Blue Mist. Youâll see throughout the game how they encourage the residents of the neighborhood to be supportive and communicate with each other, and they also host most of the community events.
They grow a bit of an attachment to MC right away, due to not having many friends their age growing up since they moved around a lot. Itâs purely platonic unless MC pursues them romantically. Theyâre not toxic about it, and they can respect boundaries, theyâre just a little cringey, lol.Â
Despite moving to a beach, theyâre actually terrified of the ocean (got convinced to watch Jaws by a couple of their peers when they were younger, and theyâve been traumatized since). In their defense, though, moving to the beach wasnât their choice, it was purely their motherâs.Â
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Before Blue Mist became habitable, I used to sneak away from Azulin City (mermaid kingdom) and swim to various beaches around the world to pick up knickknacks and various human treasures. They donât have Arielâs cave, so their house is covered in human memorabilia.Â
Theyâre a little shunned by the other mermaids because of their obsession with humans, but theyâve made great friends with A despite this. A doesnât care much for humanityâs treasures or their favorite activities, but A does find their culture to be very interesting. Whenever I needs to rant about something new they found about humans, they run to A, and A always listens with a polite smile even if they donât really care.Â
Their favorite place to run off to for some peace and quiet would be sunken ships located all around the outside of the kingdom. Not only do they find some cool human souvenirs, but most mermaids avoid sunken ships like the plague, in case any humans might still be alive. Itâs perfect for when they need a breath of fresh air? water? Whatever sea creatures breathe.Â
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Despite making their hatred for humanity known, they actually do express great interest in humanityâs arcane knowledge. Who knew you can use other parts of Earthâs features like land and rocks to create potions and spells?Â
Despite seeming irrational, their disdain for humanity goes deeper than just âtheyâre dangerous to the ocean cause they treat the planet like a trash canâ. Believe it or not, they once were the I of Azulin City.Â
While they donât like humans and will defend Azulin City from them till their last breath, they donât really like the Azulin government. They see a future with A as king/queen, but right now, they prefer to keep away from the castle.Â
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A has had many suitors come to them and has been introduced to many suitors by their parents, but theyâve denied every single one of them, telling their parents that they just arenât ready for a relationship yet. This is a lie. In actuality, A just canât stand the prissy nobles of Azulin City.
They have a pet hammerhead shark named Moon, who they dote on all the time. They love all sharks but favor hammerheads because they think they look funny.
They are terrified of fishermen and boats because they once got caught in a fishermenâs net when they were young. They donât hold it against all humans. Just fishermen. Sorry to MCâs who like to fish. âđ
#through the waves#asks#roâs#the neighbor (s)#the curious mermaid (i)#the hostile mermaid (m)#the royal mermaid (a)#interactive fiction
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I know canon timebomb likelihood is hotly debated, personally I'm not super invested in it but as of now I'm fairly certain they'll simply go the lol canon route.
When making arcane all they had to go off of when it came to Ekko and Jinx's relationship was that lol line about how Ekko admits he used to have a crush on her and I pretty much assume they'll do exactly that.
Timebomb won't be canon in the sense that they get together romantically and have kids one day or whatever but their relationship won't be kept fully platonic either, it'll likely be canonically made into a semi-romantic what-could-have-been relationship, where they don't pursue each other but it's also canonically confirmed that the feelings between them aren't exclusively platonic.
#and I'd be quite happy with that course of action#jinx#ekko#ekko and jinx#arcane#timebomb#my:arcane
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