#she is growing up ... way too fast ... and i cant stop it

[teaboot]

Sometimes I think a lot about my mom's cat

My mom's cat is a common domestic shorthair we found on the side of the road as a kitten

Regular cat, not a maine coon or one of those massive breeds. His mom was smaller than a loaf of bread

But in a sort of a Clifford The Big Red Dog situation, he grew super fast, and really really big, and took a super long time to stop growing

Worried that she was overfeeding him, she eased back his portions, but he stayed a massive round baby

When he started having kidney problems, she took him to the vet.

The vet took a look at him and said, "holy fuck, what are you feeding him", checked the nutritional listings on his chow, and told her "Yeah, maybe he's reacting badly to the amount of grain in this, try a meatier diet"

So my mom wound up special-ordering this specific high-protein prescription cat food made of like. Kangaroo meat or some shit that cost like sixty bucks a bag

And, as typical act two in an episode of House, he somehow got worse on the fancy specialized stuff that was supposed to be Primo Athlete Olympic Feline Blend

Like. WAY worse. His guts were inflamed and his kidneys were shutting down and he was all sore and HE WAS STILL HUGE, just miserable and sad

So shetook him back to the vet, where they had to help him pee (he was apparently close to bursting and had some kind of blockage too) and went "Yeah no this is NOT normal and we don't know what's going on, we're gonna do some tests but in the meantime you should go back to what he was eating before, at least that wasn't actively killing him" so she did

And he still wasn't great, but he also improved

And so they take his blood and do an ultrasound and a couple g's later she gets a call back like "this is gonna sound crazy, but we want you to put him on a low-meat diet. Just the least amount of protein and iron and shit. We need you to find the grainiest, filler-iest dollar tree kibble available and give him some of that bad bad shit"

And my mother is a woman of science. So she did

And he GOT BETTER

His energy picked back up, inflammation went down, he started drinking normally again, got back to pissing like a fuckin champion

And so it turns out that out of all the random ass freeway bonus cats we possibly could have scooped out of a ditch, WE got the one-in-a-million freak of nature with a SPECIFIC genetic defect that means a paleo protein free range diet is essentially poison and he THRIVES on cheap ass garbage

Like. He medically NEEDS junk food

I dont really understand how that works, but i cant argue with results.

If we had four of him, they'd outweigh my mom. And he's FINE

Also blind, but that's unrelated

Im not using him as a symbol or a metaphor or anything. I just keep catching myself thinking about my mom's Big Fucking Cat

[radlovesfics]

Tbh this is all over the place and took me so long to get out skjfksjfjdk sorry in advance

need poly couple Eve/Mark/Reader so fucking bad I feel like it has so much potential FUCK

So like, maybe you’re childhood best friends with either Mark or Eve going to the same school and everything but to make this more coherent we’ll go with Mark

Growing up as next door neighbors and developing a huge crush on this loser when you’re both in middle school. When you realize what’s happening, you do everything you can to stamp it down and act like nothing changed. Mark is so entirely oblivious it’s genuinely painful!!

this continues for years with no sign from Mark that he reciprocates so you just resign yourself to being the supportive girl best friend who’s there for him no matter what. cheering him on for amber and all!! then you meet Eve!!

You encounter her randomly in school and become fast friends and really close. You don’t know anything about her other identity or powers but it’s not like that gets in the way. You enjoy having a close female friend for once. She’s just so easy to talk to and so helpful and nice and so pretty to look at also she smells so good and you can’t stop staring at her- FUUUUCK. You catch these gay ass thoughts while probs staring at her in class looking stupid and smitten. Id also like to think you don’t talk about Mark with her unless you’re just ranting about him doing stupid shit. You don’t want to fester on Mark not liking you back and you want to force yourself to move on and have fun with your only girl friend. Eve has NO idea you’re in love with him. anyway !!

just like your feelings with Mark, you ignore these too! especially since you’re unaware if she’s even into girls :( you thankfully have a lot of experience in hiding your feelings so Eve is none the wiser. I feel like the only person to know you even have any crushes at all is William, but he’s a ride or die bro he’s got you he ain’t snitching but also he is going to die from how stupid the three of you are

anyway!! back to mark :)

You’re there for him throughout all the good and the bad that keeps happening to him, even when you start to see less and less of him with his newfound responsibilities. Eve is still around but still somewhat barely. That’s when you notice Eve and Mark start interacting in school!! mainly when you’re not around, only because Eve and him are talking about superhero stuff and she hasn’t revealed who she is to you yet. You’re a little put off and hurt by it bc the second you approach the two of them they start acting weird. You do your best to ignore it bc as far as you’re aware, Marks into Amber and it’s not illegal for your two friends to be friends haha this doesn’t bother you at all to be left out nope oh shit they broke up?? Uhhhhh

This doesn’t mean he forgets about you seeing as how you’re the first person he goes to once he starts dating Eve. This is also how you found out about her hero identity bc Mark’s so excited to talk about it. He ofc realizes after he gets done gushing to you about her and freaks out, but you’re just. Staring. Absolutely world rocked rn. Finding out two of your closest friends (that you have a MASSIVE thing for) are together, just about does you in. Mark’s found someone who you know is one of the most beautiful and wonderful women you have ever met. Eve is with the most perfect and sweet handsome guy who you’ve known your entire life and you know for a fact he’s amazing. They have so much in common you will never relate to and clearly understand each other on a level your normal civilian self cant. They’re perfect together, is what logic tells you so how could you NOT be happy for them? It kills you inside but maybe this is what was always meant to happen. You could never stand beside these two in a way that matters.

You start pulling back from interacting with the two of them, just heartbroken and miserable but feeling so selfish for these feelings. You feel like a horrible person and start kinda avoiding the two of them. Helps that they’re already SO busy they don’t notice. You don’t blame them, they’re literally superheroes. Ofc they’re gonna have more important things to deal with right?

Mark and Eve do actually start to notice !! There’s a very big you shaped hole missing and it doesn’t click for them until they see you again but not under the best circumstances.

Idk what exactly but there’s some kinda massive attack that happens and you’re caught in the crossfire. it’s BAD. I’m not sure if maybe they save you during this attack or if they find out what happened later and seeing you so hurt and vulnerable as they stand beside your hospital bed or as you’re being held in their arms after rescuing you, something shifts. They still don’t understand it exactly but they realize you’re their best friend and they haven’t been exactly the best friends back. So obvs they have to fix this

They start to see you more often after this incident and you’re stuck in the mindset that it’s a pity thing. To make sure you’re safe and don’t need saving. Mark and Eve just missed their bestie :( and now they’re being so clingy??? Your heart can’t take it.

I think maybe Eve realizes she feels differently about you first bc she’s more self aware and only brings it up after seeing Mark interact with you. She clearly sees him act the way he has towards her to YOU. Mark is in denial at first but once Eve points it out to him he can’t stop thinking about it. He’s so stupid!!! He’s super apologetic to Eve and like rambling until she shuts him up like “Mark, it’s fine. Honestly feelin’ the same. “ they both have a long and healthy conversation about it !! Final result is wanting to include you in the relationship but they don’t know if you feel the same or even want to be in a poly relationship. so obvs they gotta figure that out !!

Mark and Eve start flirting heavy!! Well. As well as Mark can bc we know that man is awkward asf but it’s so cute and endearing <333 They’re being hella clingy, always wanting to talk to you and hang out. In uniform and out tbh. More free with physical touch, practically hanging off of you at some points. They’re often bringing you little gifts from wherever they’ve just traveled to or taking you on little flights. Mindlessly compliment you, Mark fumbling with his words awkwardly and Eve just being suave as fuck. They are being so blatantly obvious and yet !! You have no idea !!!

You’re actually going insane. You don’t understand why they’re acting the way they are and think they’re either messing with you or just see nothing wrong with what they’re doing. Maybe they know you like them and are just teasing your poor self. It’s hurting you and confusing you bc you’re trying so hard to move on from them but they’re just everywhere all the time !!! You complain to William about it and he tries conveying this shit to Eve and Mark but they’re kinda dumb about you tbh.

One day, you’re hanging out with the two of them and idk the context but Eve hugs you with a kiss on the cheek and Mark swoops in for a group hug, talking about how much he loves “his girls”. They do this so naturally and without hesitation you finally snap and burst into tears, shoving them off of you. You yell at the both of them about how cruel they’re being and to just stop teasing you like this. You’re a mess, telling them off for obvs knowing how much you like them and they’re just making fun of you. You’re sobbing as you tell them it’s so painful to love the two of them when they don’t love you and their friendship with you is making it harder for you to stop. You’re just dumping years of pent up longing on them now. How you’ve felt, how it’s been to be their third wheel or on the sidelines for so long. I love you both so much but every time you touch me like this I die a little inside every time. I’m so happy for you two and your relationship but I can’t do this anymore. “

At the end of your confession, Mark and Eve are like. Bug eyed staring at you bc oh. William might have been right 😔 (never fuckin question William guys cmon)

Their silence and the looks on their faces make you realize what you just did and immediately you panic. You turn to run away bc oh god you fucked up now they know and they hate you and think you’re insane and a weirdo and you’ve ruined your friendship with both of them and-

Your erratic thoughts stop the second you feel a hand on your wrist and suddenly you’re being smothered into Mark’s embrace and Eve’s hand is on your shoulder, both of them staring at you with the most tender and loving expression.

You’re alarmed and want to push them away but Mark’s “Thank god” breathed into your hair as he hugs you close stops you. He ofc takes a step back to face you properly but doesn’t go too far nor does he stop touching you.

Eve is the one to explain how they both feel about you and what made them realize they had both felt this way for a long time, they were just too stupid to realize. They apologize to you, not knowing you had felt that way for so long and wishing they knew sooner. You start crying again as they explain and they think this is you rejecting them, thinking THEYRE the weird ones for both of them liking you and wanting to include you in the relationship.

These fears vanish the second you throw yourself into them, crying and so so happy. Telling them you love them and giggling as they sandwich you in a hug, pressing kisses all over your face and saying the same back.

Your insecurities ofc cause you to step back at times and ask them how could they love you when you’re just��. Regular ole you.

“We love you, because you’re you. “ You’re their best friend, their family, their lover. You’re there for them at the end of a hard grueling day. You’re there when they just want to be the ones taken care of, when they’re stressed or depressed and need something soft and sweet to remind them being a hero isn’t all their lives amount to. You’re their sense of normal and peace. With you, they’re just Mark and Eve and it’s perfect :)

[playboysaleen]

Through Ash and Iron (12)

Jinx x Reader x Caitlyn

This is actually the last chap for a few days cause this is actually where i stopped (oops). So soak it in and reflect cause baby this writers block aint it- Summary: Through Ash and Iron plunges you into the heart of Piltover’s gritty streets, where you’ve always felt the weight of your family’s failures. Rejected from the Junior Enforcer Program, your anger burns brighter than ever—until one fateful punch changes everything. The eyes of Piltover’s elite may look down on you, but it’s the wild eyes of Jinx that truly see you. She’s chaos personified, and you’re drawn to the destruction she promises. But that’s not all. Caitlyn Kiramman, a poised enforcer with a soft spot for rebels like you, offers you a chance to rewrite your future—if you can control the rage you can’t seem to escape.Torn between the order Caitlyn represents and the dangerous freedom Jinx offers, you stand at the crossroads of two worlds. As your power grows, so does the tension between these two women. One promises a chance at belonging, while the other ignites a fire you didn’t know you had. But the choices you make will change everything—not just for you, but for both cities teetering on the edge of war. Who will you choose? And how much of yourself will you lose along the way?

Warnings: Violence duh, gay panic(lol), cursing, all that jazz (whatever you seen in Arcane is what you gon see here)This is also a slight AU.(She/her)

Cant even lie i cringed a bit on some of these things but fffffuck was i down bad these last two weeks for jinx and caitlyn.

Word Count: 9.3k

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The soft hum of your lamp illuminated the small trinket in your hands. It was a delicate piece, carefully crafted with intricate gears and a tiny painted bird that reminded you of Isha’s wide-eyed curiosity. The brush in your hand moved with precision, adding the final touches of vibrant blue to the wings. You smiled faintly to yourself, imagining the way her face would light up when she saw it.

The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that felt comforting. You were alone, but not lonely. The promise of Jinx, Caitlyn, and Isha arriving later for dinner filled you with a rare sense of peace. For now, the soft clinking of your tools and the faint scent of fresh paint were your only companions.

But then, everything shifted.

It was subtle at first—a faint prickle at the back of your neck, a sensation you couldn’t quite place. Your heightened senses, a gift and curse of the shimmer in your blood, suddenly flared to life. The comforting silence was no longer still; it felt heavy, oppressive. Every sound, even from the distant streets below, seemed amplified. The faintest intake of breath, too close, too foreign, sent a jolt through you.

You didn’t hesitate. In a blur, you sprinted for the balcony window, your body moving on instinct as the front door exploded inward. A shimmered soldier burst through, their massive frame colliding with the doorframe as they entered.

The apartment became a war zone in an instant.

You vaulted through the open balcony window, your feet barely touching the ground as you scaled the adjacent rooftop. The soldiers followed, their movements unnaturally fast, but you were faster. The rooftops became your battlefield.

One soldier lunged at you, their hand swiping inches from your shoulder. You twisted mid-air, your boots catching the edge of a railing as you flipped onto the next roof. The sound of their heavy boots pounding behind you pushed you forward, your muscles burning but refusing to slow.

A second soldier closed in, their arm outstretched to grab you. You ducked low, sliding under a low-hanging pipe and using the momentum to kick their legs out from under them. The soldier hit the ground hard, and you didn’t wait to see if they got up.

The chase continued, your movements precise and calculated as you weaved through obstacles. You scaled walls, leapt over gaps, and sent two more soldiers sprawling with swift, brutal strikes. But then, you felt it—a sharp impact to your side.

The advanced soldier.

The blow sent you crashing through the roof of your apartment. The world spun violently as debris rained down around you, your body slamming into the floor with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. Pain radiated through you, sharp and unforgiving.

You tried to push yourself up, but your arms shook, and you collapsed back to the floor. Your vision blurred as the advanced soldier loomed over you, their massive frame outlined against the light filtering through the hole in the roof.

Before you could react, they grabbed you by the neck, their grip like a vice. You clawed at their arm, your muscles straining as you fought to free yourself. They lifted you effortlessly, your feet dangling above the ground.

With a roar, the soldier hurled you through the balcony doors. You landed hard on the handmade patio, the wood splintering beneath you. Memories of quiet moments spent here with Jinx, Caitlyn, and Isha flickered in your mind—laughter, conversations, warmth—all of it now reduced to shattered wood and broken glass.

You forced yourself to stand, your breathing labored. Your eyes burned with anger, glowing a fierce purple as the shimmer surged within you. But before you could act, the soldiers stilled.

Mel stepped forward from the shadows.

She was calm, poised, her golden robes catching the faint light of the shattered apartment. Her expression was unreadable, but the glint in her eyes was anything but.

“You really are extraordinary,” she said, her voice smooth and measured. “More powerful than I realized. I’ve seen you hold back time and time again. For them.” She gestured lazily toward the horizon. “For Caitlyn. For Jinx. Belittling yourself. Dimming your own light to protect theirs.”

Her words dripped with venom, cutting deep.

“Tell me,” she continued, taking a step closer, “how does it feel to give everything to two women who will never truly understand you? Who hold you back from being what you’re meant to be?”

The insult hit like a dagger. The anger in your chest ignited into a roaring inferno, and without thinking, you charged.

You moved faster than should have been possible, your body a blur of motion as you closed the distance between you and Mel. But just as you leapt toward her, the advanced soldier intercepted you, their massive hand wrapping around your neck once more.

You struggled, your hands clawing at their grip as you fought to free yourself. But they were relentless, their strength overwhelming. Mel approached you slowly, her gaze cold and calculating.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against your face, a gesture as mocking as it was intimate. “You’re wasted on them,” she murmured. “But don’t worry. Soon, the world will see what happens when the Commander of Piltover’s forces and Zaun’s most infamous rebel find out I have you.”

Her words sent a wave of rage and hopelessness through you. You roared in defiance, your voice raw and desperate. But Mel simply nodded to the soldier.

The soldier’s grip tightened. Pain exploded in your head, and the world began to spin. Your struggles weakened as darkness crept into the edges of your vision.

Your body went limp.

Your arms fell to your sides, your fingers twitching once before they stilled. The last thing you heard before the darkness took you was Mel’s voice, calm and triumphant.

“Bring them.”

Jinx strolled next to Caitlyn with a rare calmness about her, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. Isha walked between them, occasionally glancing up with her wide eyes, splitting her attention between the two women. For once, there was no tension. No insults. Just the quiet sound of boots and shoes hitting the pavement as the trio made their way toward your apartment.

“You know,” Jinx started, her voice carrying her trademark teasing edge, “this whole thing? Us hanging out together like one big happy family? I didn’t think I’d hate it as much as I thought I would.”

Caitlyn smirked, adjusting the strap of the bag slung across her shoulder. “Don’t get too comfortable. I still have a list of reasons why I can’t stand you.”

“Oh, yeah? Go on, Piltie,” Jinx shot back, her grin widening. “Make my day. Let’s hear it.”

“Where to start?” Caitlyn mused, tapping her chin dramatically. “The explosives? The chaos? The constant threats to my life?”

“Pfft,” Jinx waved her off, leaning down slightly to nudge Isha. “Kid, you think I’m a threat, don’t you?”

Isha giggled silently, her blue hair bouncing as she reached up and slipped her hand into Caitlyn’s. The unexpected gesture stopped Caitlyn mid-retort. She looked down at the small hand gripping hers, the soft, trusting eyes staring up at her, and something in her chest tightened.

Jinx caught the look, her teasing expression softening for a moment. “Guess the kid likes you, Piltie,” she murmured, her voice quieter now.

Caitlyn squeezed Isha’s hand gently, her lips curving into a small smile. “I like her too.”

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, Isha now clutching Caitlyn’s hand as Jinx walked slightly ahead, her gaze scanning the streets around them. “You know,” Jinx said after a moment, “maybe we should… I don’t know, do this more often? All of us. Together.”

Caitlyn glanced at her, surprised by the suggestion. “You mean… spending time together?”

Jinx shrugged, trying to play it off. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. You’re still annoying as hell. But… they like it. You know, being with both of us. And I guess it’s not the worst thing in the world.”

Caitlyn chuckled softly. “High praise, coming from you.”

As they approached your building, Isha let go of Caitlyn’s hand and started to run ahead. Jinx smirked. “Hey, careful, kid!”

Isha’s foot suddenly caught on something, and she stumbled, nearly falling. Caitlyn was quick, lunging forward to catch her before she hit the ground. “Got you,” she said softly, lifting the little girl into her arms.

Jinx frowned as they both looked down at what had tripped her. It was one of your tools—scratched, familiar, and out of place. Caitlyn’s expression shifted immediately, her sharp eyes darting toward your apartment building just a few meters ahead. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw it.

The patio.

Your handmade rooftop patio, the one where you spent countless quiet moments with them and Isha, was in shambles. The wood was splintered, the furniture overturned, and jagged glass glinted in the fading sunlight.

“God,” Caitlyn whispered, her grip tightening around Isha as her heart raced.

Jinx’s hands balled into fists as she stared at the wreckage. “No. No, no, no,” she muttered, panic rising in her chest.

They sprinted toward the scene, Isha clinging tightly to Caitlyn as the two women climbed the stairs and burst into your apartment. The devastation was worse up close. The door hung off its hinges, the walls were scorched, and debris was scattered everywhere.

“Y/n!” Caitlyn called out, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay calm. She set Isha down carefully and began searching through the wreckage.

Jinx was already tearing through the room, her hands shaking as she pushed aside broken furniture and shards of glass. “Where the hell are you?” she shouted, her voice cracking.

Isha wandered toward the center of the room, her wide eyes scanning the chaos. She picked up a small trinket—the one you’d made for her—and held it tightly in her small hands.

“Y/n?” Caitlyn called again, her voice more frantic this time. She was holding it together for Isha, but tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Then, a faint sound broke through the silence.

“Mama.”

Both women froze.

Isha’s voice, barely a whisper, carried through the room as she clutched the trinket to her chest. She was searching, her small lips forming the word again. “Mama.”

Caitlyn turned away, unable to hold back the tears as she covered her mouth with her hand. Jinx scooped Isha into her arms, holding her tightly as her own tears slid down her cheeks.

“Isha…” Jinx whispered, her voice breaking. “We’ll find her. I promise.”

Caitlyn’s gaze fell on the broken glass near the balcony. Among the debris was a faint smear of purple blood, its unnatural glow catching her eye. Her stomach twisted, the sight confirming her worst fears.

“She’s hurt,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice hollow.

Jinx turned to her, Isha still in her arms. “What?”

Caitlyn pointed at the blood, her jaw tightening. “She’s hurt, and someone took her.”

Jinx’s expression darkened, her tears drying as a fierce determination took over. “I know who it was,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Caitlyn straightened, wiping her face as she stepped closer. “Who?”

Jinx’s grip on Isha tightened. “Mel.”

The scene began with a heavy steel door, the kind that sealed away secrets too dangerous to surface. Deep in the bowels of Mel’s tower, beyond layers of cold stone and mechanical locks, the air was oppressive, stifling. Muffled sounds seeped through the cracks, but as the door came into focus, the noise grew louder—violent banging, chains rattling, and primal screams that echoed with fury and defiance.

Inside, the room was cavernous, more like an abandoned auditorium than a cell. The floor was slick, faintly reflecting the dim light of a single, swaying bulb. In the center of it all, you struggled against heavy iron chains. They coiled around your wrists and ankles, tethered to thick metal anchors embedded in the walls. A heavy collar wrapped around your neck, its chain rattling every time you moved, forcing you into a bowed posture that left you vulnerable.

Your body was bruised, cuts lining your exposed arms, but it was your eyes that radiated defiance. The electric purple glow swirled like a storm, flickering with rage as you strained against the bonds.

Across the room, Mel sat leisurely in a sleek, high-backed lounge chair, her golden attire catching what little light the room offered. She crossed her legs elegantly, a goblet of wine in her hand. She observed you with a look of utter satisfaction, the corners of her lips twitching as if suppressing a smirk. She reveled in your fury, your unrelenting spirit, and the raw power you exuded even in chains.

“I must say,” Mel drawled, swirling her wine, “you’re quite the sight. All that anger, all that fire. It’s… intoxicating.” Her eyes lingered on you, tracing the lines of your tensed muscles and the veins that pulsed faintly with a purple hue. “Those eyes of yours—they glow so beautifully when you’re like this. It’s almost like they were made for me.”

You growled, the sound animalistic, as you tugged at the chains again. The metal groaned under the strain, and a faint creak echoed from the wall. “Mel,” you spat, your voice dripping with venom, “the moment I get out of these chains, I’m coming for you. You won’t make it out of this room alive.”

Her laughter was soft, almost amused, as she set the goblet down on a nearby table and leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, “you’re already mine. That anger? That hatred? I own it. And, by extension, I own you.”

She tilted her head, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. “Though, I wonder… what would dear Caitlyn think if she saw you like this? Or Jinx?” She let the names hang in the air like poison, watching with glee as the chains rattled violently when you surged forward.

“You don’t get to say their names!” you roared, the sound reverberating through the empty room. The chains tightened, straining against the metal anchors in the wall. The sound of creaking steel filled the space, and for a brief moment, Mel’s expression faltered. But only for a moment.

She stood, her movements slow and deliberate as she approached you. From her pocket, she produced a small vial of shimmering liquid, holding it up between two fingers. The vibrant purple inside seemed to glow unnaturally, swirling hypnotically within the glass.

“This,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery, “is what you’re meant to be. This little vial holds your full potential. The true you.” She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor. “But look at you. Cowering, leashed like a puppy.” Her words were sharp, designed to cut deep. “Isn’t that what you are? A loyal little pet for Caitlyn and Jinx?”

You staggered back, pressing yourself against the cold wall as if the shimmer itself burned. Your chest heaved with fury, your teeth bared. “I don’t need that poison!” you spat. “And I’m no one’s pet.”

Mel’s smile widened as she closed the distance between you. Her hand shot out, gripping your chin firmly. Her nails dug into your skin as she tilted your face upward, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her golden eyes roamed over your face, lingering on the fresh wound on your lip. Slowly, she swiped her thumb over the blood, the touch invasive and mocking.

“I wonder,” she murmured, leaning in so her breath ghosted over your lips, “how far your loyalty really goes. What would they do if they saw you like this? Would they still love you?”

You snarled, your body trembling with the effort to pull away. “Get your hands off me!” you roared.

Mel didn’t flinch. She stopped just short of kissing you, her lips inches from yours, her smile never wavering. “So loyal,” she whispered, her voice both mocking and admiring. “It’s almost endearing.”

Then, she stepped back, her hand falling away from your face as if releasing a toy she had grown bored of. She turned to the shimmered soldier standing silently in the shadows. “Show them how to behave,” she commanded, her tone cold and authoritative.

The soldier moved immediately, his massive frame looming over you. Before you could react, his fist collided with your stomach, the force knocking the air from your lungs. You gasped, your body jerking against the chains as another punch followed, this one aimed at your ribs. The sound of cracking bones filled the room, but you didn’t scream. You refused to give Mel the satisfaction.

“You’ll regret this,” you hissed through gritted teeth, your voice strained but defiant. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Mel watched from her chair again, her eyes gleaming with amusement as the soldier continued. “Oh, darling,” she said, raising her goblet in a mock toast, “I’m counting on it.”

The days passed in a blur of pain, rage, and exhaustion. The dim, cavernous room had become your prison, the chains your constant companion. Each day was a test, a battle against the oppressive weight of the restraints and the unrelenting presence of Mel. She visited often, her golden robes glinting faintly in the pale light as she lounged in her chair, always watching, always waiting for you to break.

You didn’t make it easy for her.

The first time she mentioned Caitlyn and Jinx, you lunged forward, the chains straining against the anchors in the wall. The metallic groan filled the room, the sound of your strength testing its limits. "Say their names again," you barked, your voice sharp and venomous, "and I’ll make sure they’re the last words you ever speak."

Mel only smirked, her chin resting lazily on her hand. "Oh, darling," she drawled, "do you think they’re even looking for you? Caitlyn’s busy saving Piltover, and Jinx?" She tilted her head, her golden eyes glinting with malice. "She’s probably found someone else to play with by now."

Your roar echoed through the room, a sound of pure fury. You jerked against the chains, the collar around your neck biting into your skin. But before you could lunge any closer, the shimmered soldier stepped forward. His massive hand struck like a hammer, slamming into your side and sending you crashing to the ground. The pain was sharp, but you didn’t cry out. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

"Such a temper," Mel mused, standing slowly and approaching your crumpled form. "It’s almost... charming." She crouched beside you, her fingers brushing the edge of your jaw. You flinched, your eyes glowing fiercely as you glared up at her.

"You’ll pay for this," you spat, your voice low and seething. "Every bruise, every insult—you’ll pay."

Mel laughed softly, the sound dripping with condescension. "And yet," she said, leaning closer, "you’re still here. Still chained. Still mine." She straightened, her gaze cold and calculating. "But let’s see if we can’t find a way to teach you some manners."

She motioned to the shimmered soldier, who stepped forward again. His fists were like battering rams, each strike a calculated effort to wear you down. You took the blows silently, your body screaming in protest, but your eyes never lost their defiance.

It wasn’t until she mentioned Isha that something inside you snapped.

"That little girl," Mel said, her voice soft and deliberate, "I wonder if she even knows you’re gone. Or if she’s already moved on. Children are resilient like that, don’t you think?"

Your entire body tensed, the glow in your eyes intensifying as your breathing became ragged. "Don’t," you growled, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t you dare talk about her."

Mel’s smirk widened, sensing the shift in you. "Oh, but she’s the key, isn’t she? The one thing that keeps you tethered. Such a sweet little thing. It would be so easy to bring her here. To show her what happens to disobedient pets."

That was it. You roared, surging forward with a strength that surprised even the shimmered soldier. The chains rattled violently, the wall cracking slightly under the strain. Mel stepped back slightly, her composure faltering for a split second, but she recovered quickly, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Finally," she whispered, stepping closer as you slumped, exhausted but still defiant. She reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. "There it is. The fire. The rage. I knew you had it in you."

You jerked your head away, glaring up at her. "I’ll never be your pet," you hissed, your voice raw but steady.

Mel leaned down, her face inches from yours, her golden eyes boring into your own. "We’ll see," she murmured. Her hand trailed down your jaw to your neck, her touch invasive and infuriating. "Everyone has a breaking point. Even you."

When she finally straightened, she motioned to the shimmered soldier. "Teach them some respect," she ordered coldly.

You spat at her feet as the soldier approached, your chest heaving with fury. "You’ll never win," you snarled. "They’ll come for me. And when they do, you’ll wish you never touched Isha."

Mel paused, her gaze flicking back to you. Her smile was icy, her voice almost a whisper. "I think I’ll bring her here," she said, tilting her head. "Just to make sure you behave."

Her words hit like a blow, and for the first time, a flicker of true fear crossed your face. You struggled against the chains, yelling threats and curses as the shimmered soldier advanced, his massive fist raised.

But as the blows rained down, one thought burned in your mind, brighter than the pain, brighter than the rage: They will come for me.

The chaos within Zaun was unparalleled. Streets that once simmered with the quiet tension of survival now burned with uproar. Jinx stood atop one of the towering buildings, her purple eyes glowing with fury. The radiant hue pulsed, reflecting her emotions as she overlooked the city below. Her hands were clenched into trembling fists, her knuckles white, as her mind raced with thoughts of you.

Her voice carried like a storm. "No stone unturned! No corner untouched! Find them!" she bellowed to her people, her voice echoing across the jagged streets. "Anyone who knows anything, I want to hear it! NOW!"

Her loyalists scattered, even those who feared her more than they respected her. The sheer power emanating from her, the glow of her eyes, was enough to send shivers through the bravest. Even the rebels who had long opposed her rule bent under the weight of her rage, searching tirelessly for any trace of you.

On the other side of the city, Caitlyn’s office was a hub of frantic energy. Papers littered every surface, maps strewn with red markings of places searched. Enforcers came in and out, relaying reports of dead ends, but she refused to stop. Her pristine uniform was disheveled, the buttons at her collar undone, her hair tied back messily. Her eyes, dark with exhaustion, burned with the same determination as Jinx's.

"Double the sweeps in the lower districts," she ordered sharply, slamming her hand on the table. "Every alley, every abandoned building. If it’s big enough to hide a body, I want it searched."

"Commander, we’ve already—" one of the enforcers began, but Caitlyn cut him off with a glare that could silence a storm.

"Do it again," she snapped. "And again, until we find them."

The fire in her voice left no room for argument, and the enforcer nodded before hurrying out. Caitlyn leaned heavily on her desk, her hands gripping the edge as she stared at a map of Zaun and Piltover, her mind racing. "Where are you?" she whispered under her breath, frustration etched into her features.

Vi moved through the streets of Zaun with a purpose, her jaw clenched and her fists wrapped tightly. She was paired with Sevika, a partnership neither enjoyed but both knew was necessary. The tension between them was palpable, but they set their differences aside for one reason: you.

"You’re slowing us down, Vi," Sevika grunted, glancing at her over her shoulder. "Do you always walk this slow, or are you just trying to annoy me?"

Vi shot her a glare. "I could say the same about you, tin-arm. Just keep moving."

Despite the biting remarks, the two worked in tandem, questioning anyone who looked suspicious, chasing leads no matter how thin they seemed. Even Zaun’s most notorious dissidents, those who opposed the alliances you were trying to build, found themselves cornered and interrogated.

"If you’re hiding something, now’s the time to talk," Vi growled at one man, pinning him against a wall.

Sevika loomed beside her, her mechanical arm whirring ominously. "We’re not playing games. You tell us what you know, or I make sure you regret it."

Caitlyn’s quarters were eerily quiet despite the chaos outside. Jinx sat across from Caitlyn, her leg bouncing restlessly. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the sound of papers shuffling as Caitlyn reviewed reports. Isha sat in the corner, clutching the trinket you’d made her. She hadn’t spoken or smiled since you vanished, her wide eyes now dull and distant.

Jinx finally broke the silence. "This… waiting around. It’s killing me."

Caitlyn sighed, leaning back in her chair. "It’s killing all of us. But we have to keep our heads clear if we’re going to find them."

Jinx’s eyes flicked to Isha, her expression softening. "The kid… she’s not herself."

"None of us are," Caitlyn admitted, her voice heavy. She hesitated, then added, "They mean so much to her. To all of us."

For once, Jinx didn’t respond with a snide remark. Instead, she looked at Caitlyn, truly looked at her. "They mean everything to me," she said quietly. "I know it’s the same for you. So maybe, just this once, we try to work together without killing each other?"

Caitlyn met her gaze and nodded slowly. "Agreed."

A commotion downstairs snapped them out of the moment. Shouts and muffled arguments echoed up to the quarters. Caitlyn stood abruptly, grabbing her firearm. "Stay here with Isha," she instructed Jinx.

"Like hell I will," Jinx shot back, already following her.

They hurried downstairs, finding Vi and Sevika in a heated exchange with the enforcers at the entrance. "You’re not authorized to be here!" one of the guards protested.

"Let me through," Vi growled, her fists clenched. "I’ve got information."

Caitlyn stepped forward, her voice cutting through the noise. "Stand down. Let them through."

The enforcers hesitated but obeyed, and Vi and Sevika wasted no time stepping into the room.

"We found something," Vi said, her voice low. "Singed. He’s working with Mel. And…" She hesitated, glancing at Jinx. "They’ve got shimmered soldiers."

Jinx’s eyes widened, the purple glow flickering faintly. "And?"

Vi sighed. "I think they have them. In her tower. Deep down, somewhere."

Jinx was already moving toward the door. "Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let’s go."

Caitlyn grabbed her arm. "Wait. We need a plan. If we rush in—"

"We don’t have time for plans!" Jinx snapped, pulling away.

"Enough!" Sevika barked, silencing them both. "We move now. We can argue about strategy later."

Caitlyn reluctantly nodded. "Fine. But we’re doing this together."

They turned back upstairs to gather their gear, but the moment they entered Caitlyn’s quarters, the air changed.

Isha was gone.

Caitlyn’s heart dropped, her eyes darting around the room. "Isha?"

Jinx was already searching, her movements frantic. "No, no, no. She was right here!"

Caitlyn’s chest tightened as she noticed the open window, the faint breeze stirring the papers on her desk. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling. "They took her."

Jinx turned to Caitlyn, her purple eyes blazing. "We get them both back," she growled. "No matter what it takes."

—

The days blurred into a haze of agony and exhaustion. The shimmered soldier’s “corrections” had left you battered and weak, each session pushing you closer to a breaking point you swore you’d never reach. Your face bore fresh bruises, your lips split, dried blood crusted at the corner. Your arms, once strong and sure, trembled as you tried to remain upright. The chains rattled softly with your every shuddering breath, reminding you that you were far from free.

Mel sat a short distance away, her posture relaxed in a lavish lounge chair that belonged more in a palace than this dank, hidden auditorium deep beneath her tower. She observed you with that maddening smirk, sipping from a goblet as if attending a show. She had made a sport of taunting you. Every mention of Caitlyn or Jinx brought your anger roaring back, every implication that they’d abandoned you sparked another desperate attempt to lunge forward. The chains would screech, and the soldier would punish you anew, leaving you wheezing and cursing.

“That temper,” Mel murmured, leaning forward with a feigned concern painted over her arrogant smile, “it suits you more than the docile hero they think you are.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, eyes half-lidded in delight. “You’re only stalling the inevitable. They’re not coming. They’re busy playing house, doing what they do best—forgetting.”

You snarled, your voice raw. “Shut your mouth. They’re looking for me, and when they find out what you’ve done…” Your threat trailed off into a cough, your strength waning.

Mel tilted her head, her laughter low and indulgent. “How adorable. Such faith.” She was about to continue when the heavy door groaned open. The shimmered soldier stepped aside as a Piltover enforcer tossed a small body into the room.

You felt your heart stop. It was Isha. She stumbled forward, confusion and fear distorting her usually bright eyes. Her small frame trembled, and she looked so out of place in this grim hall. The enforcer backed away, merely watching her, as if awaiting orders.

You strained against the chains, ignoring the pain slicing through your shoulders and wrists. “Isha!” you managed, your voice cracking. Your cheek was pressed against the cold tile floor, and you could barely lift your head, but you had to let her know you were here.

Isha turned at the sound of her name, her gaze sweeping the room until it caught sight of you, chained and broken. You watched her face crumple—there was shock, and terror, but also a heartbreaking relief when she recognized you. She clutched a small object in her hand, the trinket you’d made her before all this began. Quiet as ever, she took trembling steps forward, each one a struggle against her own fear, until she knelt beside you.

“Mama,” she whispered so softly that no one seemed to catch it but you. It broke something inside you—your anger wavered, your eyes stinging with tears. She pressed herself gently against your side, hugging you with all the might her tiny arms could muster. Your vision blurred as you tried to comfort her without words, your entire body aching to protect her.

Mel stood, approaching with slow, deliberate steps. You tensed, trying to shelter Isha behind you despite your chains. “It appears I’ve struck a nerve,” she said, her tone syrupy sweet. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her—if you see reason.”

You bristled, fury refueling your battered form. “You brought a child into this? You piece of—”

Mel raised a hand, and the shimmered soldier took a step closer, warning you to choose your words carefully. “Let’s talk arrangements,” she purred. “I want you. Your loyalty. Your hand… in marriage, shall we say? We can unite under one roof—a councilor and a… what are you again? A hero without a cause?” She laughed lightly. “If you marry me, I leave them alone. All of them. Jinx, Caitlyn, this precious little one.”

Your swollen eyes widened, horror etched into every line of your face. “You’re mad,” you hissed, voice trembling with disgust and anger. Marry her? The idea was so vile it choked you. You tried to shake your head, your neck chain rattling. You couldn’t form words.

Mel delighted in your shock. She reached out as if to stroke your cheek, a twisted parody of tenderness. Isha, terrified but brave, tried to stand between you and Mel, pushing at the woman’s arm with tiny hands. Mel snarled softly and slapped Isha away. The crack of that slap echoed like a gunshot in your heart as Isha tumbled onto you, clinging to your broken form, her cheek red and stinging. Your rage exploded into a roar, purple sparks flaring in your eyes. The chain rattled violently as you surged forward, but the soldier yanked it back, forcing you to choke on your fury.

Mel stepped back, her face calm but her eyes dancing with glee. “Isha, is it? She’s quite protective. Almost like a daughter.” She let that sink in, enjoying the despair on your face. “If you’d just cooperated, this could have been simpler. Marry me, and none of this would be happening. You’d be at my side, revered, adored.” She sighed theatrically. “But no, you cling to them—and to your misguided ideals.”

Your chest heaved. “I’d rather die by your mother’s hand than marry her filthy, corrupted daughter,” you spat with every ounce of venom you had left, your voice scraping your throat raw.

Mel’s hand lashed out, slapping you hard enough to snap your head to the side. The metallic taste of blood spread across your tongue. She grabbed your chin roughly, leaning in close so that your noses almost touched. “You will marry me,” she hissed, her voice low and chilling. “I’ll break you piece by piece until you beg for it.”

She released your chin and spun on her heel, robes whispering against the floor. As she strode away, she tossed an order over her shoulder. “Make sure they understand who’s in charge here.”

The shimmered soldier stepped forward. You braced yourself, shielding Isha as best you could, though you were helpless in these chains. The soldier’s blows rained down, each one a hammerstrike of pain. You grunted, your voice rising in furious oaths and hollow promises of revenge. Through the haze of torment, you managed to twist your body so Isha wouldn’t see the worst of it. She clung to you, trembling, tears falling silently.

“I’ll get us out,” you murmured to her between gasps, voice muffled and choked. “I promise.”

But the soldier’s blows only intensified, and you could do nothing but endure.

In the loading docks of Piltover’s industrial district, the air was thick with the smell of oil and metal. Wooden crates were stacked high, and the clank of moving machinery provided a constant, metallic soundtrack. A Piltover officer, helmet tucked under his arm, scanned the area with tired eyes. His name was Garrett, a junior enforcer known for his eagerness to please but never quite rising above mediocrity. Today, he wore exhaustion like a second skin—he’d been running checks on shipments non-stop, searching for any clue of your whereabouts.

As he moved between crates, he nearly bumped into a man wearing an unfamiliar armband—a deep gold emblem marking him as one of Mel’s own officers. The man looked worse for wear: disheveled hair, sweat staining his collar, and a certain wildness in his eyes.

“Hey,” Garrett said, steadying the man by the shoulder. “You okay? You look like you just ran halfway across the city.”

The officer shot him a glare, but it lacked conviction. “Not your concern,” he snapped, trying to maintain some dignity. But Garrett’s presence seemed to crack something in him. He glanced around, confirming no one else was close. “Had a… meeting,” he said, his voice dropping to a hush. “With her.”

Garrett’s brow furrowed. “Her?” He paused, lowering his voice instinctively. “You mean Mel?” The name carried weight—Mel Medarda was a councilor known for her cunning. Her involvement meant big trouble.

The officer rubbed the back of his neck, wincing as if recalling something painful. “Yeah. She’s got that hero locked down, deep in her tower. It’s… not pretty.”

Garrett’s heart sank. The hero. You. He remembered you—he had initially disliked you, or at least he’d claimed to. But now, hearing this, something twinged in his gut. He tried to keep his tone dismissive to mask his unease. “Huh. Good. If they were causing problems—”

The older officer gave a knowing smirk. “You say that, but you look a bit… pale. Too invested?”

Garrett’s spine stiffened. “I’m just tired,” he lied. “Long day.” He caught a few words as the officer continued: “If the hero had been married to a councilor—if this whole… fiasco is discovered—Piltover would burn. It wouldn’t be Zaun this time. It’d be Piltover at war with itself.”

Garrett’s eyes widened. Married to a councilor? His mind raced at the implications. If Mel was scheming something so twisted, it would destabilize everything. He forced a shrug. “Well, Mel’s plans, not my business.” Then he excused himself, trying to appear unconcerned, though his mind was buzzing.

A short time later, Garrett ended up at the main checkpoint, where the chaos of the joint operations between Piltover and Zaun was at its peak. He spotted Jinx there, pacing, her purple eyes ablaze with fury and desperation. He swallowed hard—she was not one to approach lightly, but he had to get this information to someone who could act.

“Jinx—” he began, stepping forward with hands raised in surrender.

Before he could finish, Jinx moved like lightning. She grabbed him by the collar and flipped him onto his back, knocking the wind from his lungs. In an instant, she was atop him, hair spilling forward, her eyes glowing fiercely.

“You’ve got some nerve,” she hissed, pressing a forearm against his throat. “What do you want? I know who you are—Garrett, right? You gave them grief before. Trying to talk to me now?”

His heart hammered. He’d never felt smaller, more terrified. “I… I have information,” he managed, voice strangled. “About them.”

Jinx’s grip tightened. “You think I trust you?” She seemed ready to snap his neck when a gentle hand touched her shoulder, and she froze.

Caitlyn stepped in, her eyes still carrying that cold edge but tempered with a calm authority. “Jinx,” she said softly. “Let him speak.” The tension drained slightly from Jinx’s frame as she leaned back, still straddling Garrett but no longer pressing down. She tilted her head toward Caitlyn’s hand, as if drawn by the simple kindness of the gesture. Reluctantly, she let Garrett up, though not without a warning glare.

Caitlyn crossed her arms, her voice cool. “Alright, talk. Make it quick.”

Garrett rose shakily, rubbing his neck. “I… I heard something from one of Mel’s officers at the docks. They said the hero is locked in Mel’s tower. They mentioned… something about Mel wanting marriage, a twisted plan to keep them under her thumb. If it gets out, Piltover might—”

Caitlyn’s eyes widened, shock washing over her features. “Marriage?” Her voice almost cracked. “She can’t be serious.”

Jinx practically snarled, pacing a few steps away. “That bitch wants to marry them?” She slammed her fist against a crate, splintering the wood. “I’ll kill her. I’ll tear her apart for even thinking—”

Caitlyn helped Garrett steady himself. “Thank you,” she said curtly, “You’ve done well. Now, you should prepare. I’m going to need every enforcer I can get.” Her tone suggested no argument. Garrett nodded, confused and a bit relieved, and hurried off to follow her orders.

Jinx watched him go, then turned to Caitlyn, frustration knotting her brow. “What the hell are you going to do, Cupcake?” She tried to mask her worry with anger, but the tremor in her voice gave her away.

Caitlyn ran a hand through her hair, her jaw set. “Something very hard,” she admitted quietly. “For all three of us. It’s risky. But it will save them—and Isha.”

Jinx took a step closer, tension thrumming between them. She knew Caitlyn well enough to understand the gravity of that statement. “Don’t keep me in the dark,” she demanded, but her voice softened. “I’m in this with you.”

Caitlyn nodded, meeting Jinx’s gaze with unwavering resolve. “I know,” she said softly. “We all are.”

They turned to go back upstairs to gather what they needed, only to find Isha gone. In her absence, the air thickened with dread. Jinx’s eyes flashed again, fury returning, while Caitlyn closed her eyes briefly, steadying herself. They would find you. They would find Isha. And somehow, they would stop Mel’s twisted plan.

You barely had the strength to sit upright, your body aching with every breath. The constant beatings had ceased for the moment, leaving you in a lull of pain and exhaustion. Your back rested against the cold stone wall, your head lolling to one side. Isha clung quietly to your arm, her small body pressed close as if proximity alone could shield her from this nightmare. You whispered faint reassurances, quiet words meant for her, but a part of you needed them too. You told her it would be okay, that you’d figure something out. Every syllable felt like a plea to the universe for mercy.

When the enforcer stepped out, leaving you and Isha alone in that hollow silence, you managed to crack open an eye. Isha began fumbling in her pockets, her tiny hands producing small tools and bits. Confusion mingled with amazement as you realized what she was doing—trying to pick the locks. With painstaking care, you moved your chain-bound wrists closer to her. She worked with surprising skill, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Each click of metal teased hope into the stagnant air.

You whispered her name softly, voice rough with emotion. “You’re so good at this… Jinx’s little minion, aren’t you?” The faintest flicker of a grin tugged at your swollen lips. Isha looked at you, her eyes brightening slightly, and she let out a small, breathy sound that might have been a laugh if it weren’t so cautious.

With a final, delicate twist, the chains fell away, clattering softly on the floor. Freedom felt unreal. You scooped Isha into your arms, hugging her tight despite your bruises. “Thank you,” you breathed, voice trembling. “We’ll get out of here, I promise. It won’t be easy, but hold on tight when we run.” She nodded, her silent determination shining in her eyes.

Hurriedly, you repositioned yourself, chains draped loosely around your ankles as though still secured, just in time for the enforcer’s return. Isha retreated to your side, feigning calm. The guard looked at you both and sniffed dismissively. He had no idea what was about to happen.

Isha, holding leftover scraps of stale bread she had been given as a meager meal, suddenly flung them at the guard. Her tiny arm’s throw was more defiance than danger, but it was enough. The soldier stiffened, scowling at her insolence. He advanced, intent on disciplining the child. The moment he reached for her, you moved like a coiled spring released, your newly freed hand snapping up around his neck. Purple sparks danced in your vision, fury ignited. He had no time to react before you lifted him from the ground by sheer, desperate strength.

Your voice was a snarl, low and dangerous: “Touch her again, and I’ll send you to hell myself.” With a grunt of pure rage, you hurled him against the nearest wall. The thud of his impact shook dust from the ceiling as he slumped, unconscious, crumpling onto the cold stone floor. Isha rushed to your side, her eyes wide, but you touched her hair gently. “It’s okay,” you whispered, voice tight with adrenaline. “Let’s go.”

You scooped her up again, holding her to your chest. She clung to you like a baby monkey, arms around your neck, face pressed into your collarbone. The shimmer in your blood surged. Pain became background noise. You were moving before you knew it, darting out the large cell door, your footsteps echoing through dim corridors. Guards shouted, startled, fumbling to raise their rifles, but you were a blur. They tried to form a line—too slow. You crashed through them, sending them spinning like toys. One’s gun clattered uselessly as you batted it aside. Another swung at you, but you ducked and used your momentum to hurl him over a railing. Your muscles burned, tears welled in your eyes from pain and fear, but you kept going. You had to.

You reached a grand hallway with a towering exit, only to stop short, your boots skidding on polished marble. A flood of soldiers waited at the main entrance, their weapons ready. Isha gasped softly against your chest, and you tightened your grip. Your heart hammered. You cast about desperately, spotting a staircase winding upward into uncertain heights. Without hesitation, you took it, each step a test of endurance as you carried Isha and fled from overwhelming numbers.

Outside the tower, chaos was brewing. Caitlyn, flanked by her enforcers, stood at the main gates, demanding entry. Her posture was rigid with determination, her face set in grim lines of fury. She barked orders, her voice echoing over the crowd, insisting they let her inside. Jinx was beside her, eyes ablaze with wrath and worry, a small throng of Zaunites behind her shouting insults at the guards. Sparks of tension danced in the air. The crowd hissed and spat, voices raised, fists waving. They wanted you back—every faction, every loyalty aligned for one cause.

Inside, a muffled explosion rocked the mid-section of the tower, sending a tremor through the ground. The enforcers at the gate hesitated, fear slipping into their eyes. They rushed back inside to respond to the new threat, leaving Caitlyn and Jinx on the verge of a confrontation with no one to stop them. The pair shared a look—dread and hope mingled. This was their chance.

You climbed higher, a frantic rhythm of footfalls. Bullets whizzed past, pinging off railings and walls. You threw open a door at the top, stumbling onto a broad balcony. The setting sun bathed Piltover in a golden haze. The city spread below like a jeweled tapestry. But you were cornered now. The soldiers massed behind you, rifles raised, their barrels gleaming. Isha whimpered softly in your arms, and your heart cracked. You tried to gauge your escape, your eyes drifting down toward the bay below. A dizzying drop. If you jumped, what then?

You glanced over your shoulder at the lines of soldiers. Mel parted them like a queen crossing a courtyard. She stepped forward, chin high, eyes bright with twisted pleasure. “This is it,” she said, voice cool as wind. “Surrender now, come with me. I can make it easy for you.” She paused, a hint of a sneer curling her lips. “Or refuse, and I’ll ensure Jinx and Caitlyn suffer. I’ll make them pay for your defiance. I’ll rip Isha from their arms, and you’ll watch, helpless.”

Your heart pounded, rage swelled. You bared your teeth, eyes blazing violet. “You can burn in hell,” you spat. “I’d rather die a thousand times than be your pawn. You have no idea what I’ve endured. You can’t break me.”

Below, in the gathering dusk, Jinx and Caitlyn had finally pushed their way into view of the towering structure. A crowd had formed, gasping at the scene above. Caitlyn spotted you first, high above them on the balcony, soldiers pressing in. Jinx saw Isha’s small form clinging to you. Panic gripped them both. Jinx screamed your name, voice ragged, and Caitlyn slapped a hand over her own mouth, tears streaming silently. They were too far away, too powerless, forced to watch as fate played out.

You glanced down at the crowded streets, saw the horrified faces. You looked at Isha in your arms, her big eyes filled with trust and fear. You felt Caitlyn’s soul from afar, and Jinx’s fierce love, pressing against your heart like an anchor. You whispered softly, voice cracking with tears, “I love you—I love you all.” Time slowed, and the world narrowed to a single choice.

The soldiers cocked their rifles. You snarled and turned, your muscles coiling. In slow motion, your body moved. A foot on the railing. A leap into empty air. Isha clung to your chest, her small arms locked around your neck, eyes squeezed shut. You twisted midair, determined to shield her from the impact as much as you could. A shot rang out, a soldier panicking, pulling the trigger. Mel shouted, “Don’t fire!” too late. The bullet hissed through the air, but you had already committed to your fall. The city’s roar muffled, replaced by the wind’s howl as you plummeted thirty stories down toward the bay.

Caitlyn and Jinx screamed, voices tearing from their throats. Caitlyn’s knees buckled and she sagged against a post. Jinx’s eyes were wild, tears coursing down her cheeks. The crowd below watched in dread, some crying out. In that eternal second, your body spun gracefully in the air, the shimmer in your blood igniting in a flash of purple radiance. But you could not fly. Gravity was merciless.

Your back slammed into the water of the bay like hitting concrete. The spray fanned out in a shimmering arc. Thirty stories, three hundred feet, a fall that no one should survive. Your figure vanished beneath the waves, Isha clutched to your chest.

Above, on the balcony, Mel stared down in shock and fury. The soldiers parted nervously, some looking unsure. Below, Jinx howled like an animal wounded beyond reason, and Caitlyn pressed her trembling hand over her mouth to stifle desperate sobs. The crowd murmured prayers and curses. The day dimmed as if the sun itself mourned, casting long shadows over a city that had just witnessed something terrible and perhaps final.

In that final image, as the ripples in the bay spread outward, everyone held their breath. The world paused, uncertain and grieving, as the sky darkened, and no one knew if you would ever surface again.

Sevika and Ekko skidded to a halt on the wet stone ramp by the bay, breathless and desperate. The salt spray and smell of rusted metal clung to the air, the water’s surface still rippling from the impact just moments before. Even before Ekko could reach the edge, Vi had already plunged in, the sound of her body hitting the water echoing in all their ears. Ekko followed without a second thought, his own heart pounding as he dove beneath the choppy surface.

A tense silence stretched, then Ekko emerged, coughing and sputtering, but victorious. He cradled Isha against his chest, the little girl choking on mouthfuls of water. Sevika rushed to them, her mechanical arm hissing softly as she eased Isha from Ekko’s trembling grip. She turned Isha on her side, patting her back firmly, coaxing the child to spit out the brine and breathe. Isha’s eyes fluttered, her small body shivering, but alive.

Moments later, Vi surfaced, her short hair plastered to her skull, eyes wide and frantic. In her arms, limp and pale, was your body. Ekko’s relief soured into dread at the look in Vi’s eyes—there was no spark of hope, only grim determination. She hauled you onto the ramp, water dripping from every seam of your clothes, your limbs hanging slack. A dark, ruddy stain spread across your back, and it didn’t take a doctor’s eye to see it was a bullet wound.

On the upper walkway, a contingent of Caitlyn’s enforcers and Zaunites alike watched with silent dread. Some moved aside involuntarily as they saw your lifeless form laid on the cold, wet ground. When Caitlyn and Jinx arrived, Sevika barked an order, “Nobody passes!” The enforcers at first stepped in front of them, out of protocol, but Jinx snarled, and Caitlyn wielded her authority like a blade. Jinx’s purple eyes blazed, and Caitlyn’s voice cut through all objections. “Move,” she said, her voice edged with frantic resolve, and they parted like frightened animals before a predator.

Caitlyn stumbled down the slick stones, pushing past Vi and nearly knocking her aside. She dropped to her knees beside you. The world seemed to slow to a crawl—the muted thunder of the crowd, the distant cries and clanks of Piltover’s machinery fading into a dull hum. She placed her trembling hands over your chest, starting compressions. Water ran in rivulets from her uniform sleeves as she counted under her breath, her hair clinging to her cheeks. You were so still, so pale, the purple hue of your veins dulled to a sickly pallor.

“Come on,” she pleaded, voice breaking. “Come back to me. Please.” Tears blurred her vision as she pressed down rhythmically, her arms shaking with each push. “We need you—we all do,” she whispered, choking on sobs. “Jinx… Jinx loves you, and so do I. Isha needs you, she needs her—” Her voice hitched, and her words came out in a desperate tumble. “We can’t lose you now. Do you hear me? You can’t leave us!”

Jinx hovered just behind Caitlyn, tears carving silent paths down her face. She held Isha, who had awakened just enough to watch with frightened eyes. The child clutched Jinx’s shirt, still too weak to stand on her own. Jinx tried to calm her, tried to be strong, but a whimper escaped her throat. She’d never looked so vulnerable, the hot rage drained from her, replaced by raw anguish.

Vi tried to put a hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder, to steady her, but Caitlyn shrugged her off violently. “They’re not gone!” she shouted, voice hoarse. “Not gone, do you hear me?” She refused to stop the compressions, even as her muscles threatened to give out. Her tears fell onto your cold skin, mixing with the salty water. “Medics!” she screamed, her voice carrying over the hushed crowd. “Where are the medics?!”

At last, the medical team arrived, clambering down with their stretchers and gear. They tried to reach you, to place you on the stretcher, but Caitlyn huddled over you like a lioness guarding her cub. “No, I’ve got this,” she insisted through tears, pressing her ear to your mouth as if hoping to feel the faintest breath. She refused to let them approach, arms flung wide, even as her voice cracked, “I can save them—I can—”

Vi’s arms encircled Caitlyn from behind, pulling her gently but firmly away. Caitlyn fought, sobbing openly now, her cries muffled by Vi’s shoulder. “Don’t take me away,” she wailed, “I can’t leave them.” But Vi’s strength held her steady, tears glistening in her own eyes. “We have to let them help,” Vi whispered, her voice strained, “Please, Caitlyn… please.”

Jinx watched, teeth clenched, her own tears silent now as Isha pressed her small face into Jinx’s neck. The child trembled, clinging to the trinket that had fallen from your pocket. Jinx swayed gently, whispering incoherent comforts to the girl, but her eyes remained fixed on your limp form as the medics finally lifted you onto the stretcher.

The crowd parted, people craning their necks in horrified fascination. Some covered their mouths, others whispered prayers, and still others turned away, unable to bear the sight. The stretcher bearers hoisted you carefully, water still dripping from your clothes, blood seeping through. The medics’ faces were grim and focused, their steps measured in the silence that followed.

As they carried you away, the city seemed to hold its breath. High above, the tower loomed, its silhouette etched against a bruised sky. Below, the watchers—enforcers, Zaunites, Jinx, Caitlyn, Vi, Isha—stood suspended in a moment of collective despair. Each step the medics took with your body felt like an unbearable eternity.

Caitlyn, still cradled in Vi’s arms, swallowed hard. She watched the stretcher disappear into the haze of city lights and medics’ lanterns, her heart writhing in her chest. Jinx held Isha tighter, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. The child peeked over Jinx’s shoulder, eyes hauntingly empty, as if understanding too much for one so young.

The world moved in slow motion, every gesture weighed down by sorrow and uncertainty. The echo of your desperate struggle lingered, and the question hung unanswered in the humid Piltover air: would you return to them, or had Mel’s cruelty sealed your fate forever? --------------------------

So, yeah...

I read a post about someone explaining a fic pet peeve where they cant stand how an author can make a book about the main character having so much power, strength and all those things along the lines but makes them so weak and puts them through hell. Like whats the point of making them like that just to make them so small and weak. OKAY? Heros are not someone you can just put in a book and expect them to be this pretty little perfect thing. IMMA PUT THIS MF through some shit. Cause if you follow along and understand the show you already know this damn MAIN CHARACTER is going to go through some shit.

Sigh, it made me upset and hella insecure to keep posting cause damn? just.....keep scrolling? But even if i didnt fall in that, (i did.....LOL) Y/N baby you get no kinds of breaks. I mean you are dating the most dangerous (and insane if i might add) criminal in Zuan and the motherfucking Commandor of the goddamn Piltover Army. What you think I was gonna do? Put you up in the house to cook and clean? Baby this is Arcane! MF you gon see what its about when you fuck around (with jinx and cait) and find out. My case is closed. Thank you for reading. Working on the new chap as we speak. Thank youuuuuuh

[belit0]

Hello i rlly love ur blog! I just cant get enough of ur writings *^* could i request madara finding out that his crush secretly draws and paints him. And one day she secretly paints him a portrait of him and his brother izuna and she leaves it on his door in the uchiha compond. But he ends up finding out it was her bc he reconizes her signature with his sharingan. (This is in the leaf village and izuna is alive) could u put in how izuna and madara would feel about the painting and him confronting her but shes nonchalant and says she didnt do it but drops her book of her sketches right in front of him lmao

I hope u enjoy this idea as much ad i do. Who can get enough of madara?? Thank you so much for all ur madara posts!!

Love me these two so much

It arrived without sound.

No knock.

No chakra signature lingering outside his door.

Just a canvas—propped neatly against the entrance to Madara’s private quarters in the Uchiha compound.

He finds it early, before the village begins to stir, before even the birds commit to their morning songs.

The moment his eyes land on it, the air goes still.

It’s a portrait.

He recognizes the subjects instantly: himself and Izuna, as children. Young—before the war had hardened the edges of their mouths.

Before his eyes had grown so heavy.

Izuna is laughing, caught mid-gesture, one hand tugging at Madara’s sleeve. And Madara… Madara is looking at him.

Not scowling. Not brooding.

Just watching, eyes soft with something too gentle to name.

It unsettles him.

Not because it’s inaccurate.

Because it’s true.

Behind him, footsteps approach.

-Huh.- Izuna exhales, pausing beside him to look over the painting. His tone is lighter than expected. -Didn’t know we were someone's muse.-

Madara doesn’t answer.

His Sharingan spins slowly—once, twice—and there, in the corner of the canvas, beneath the shadow of a tree: a signature.

Small.

Subtle.

Inked in a shade barely darker than the bark.

(Y/N).

His jaw tightens.

//

She’s at the edge of the training fields when he finds her.

Alone, seated cross-legged beneath a canopy of trees, sketchbook in her lap, humming quietly like she belongs to a world with no enemies.

She doesn’t even flinch when his shadow falls over her.

-You’ve been drawing me.

His voice is quiet.

Sharp as a thrown kunai.

She doesn’t look up. -No idea what you’re talking about.-

-You left a painting at my door.

-Could’ve been anyone. Uchiha fan club’s growing by the day. You’re very drawable.

-You signed it.- His tone flattens.

She pauses, just long enough to hint that yes, she knows she’s been caught.

But she shrugs anyway. -Weird. I’d sue for forgery.-

Then she stands.

Too fast.

The sketchbook fumbles from her fingers, landing open on the dirt.

Madara doesn’t need to kneel. His eyes are already scanning the pages.

Dozens of them.

His face—turned in every direction.

Laughing. Frowning. Bleeding. Sleeping.

One where he’s brushing Izuna’s hair out of his eyes.

Another with his back turned, shoulder tense like he’s just caught sight of a battlefield.

She’s captured him in ways even the mirror doesn’t.

She doesn’t move.

Doesn’t try to stop him.

Just crosses her arms and waits like she didn’t just hand over her ribcage with the pages still warm.

Izuna appears a moment later, glancing between them.

His gaze lands on the open sketchbook.

-You painted that?- He asks, surprised.

But there’s no teasing.

No smirk.

His voice is quiet, reverent.

She rolls her eyes. -No. Madara painted it. I’m just here for moral support and criminal denial.

Madara closes the book carefully.

Wordless.

Something behind his eyes has changed—not softened, no, he’s not made of that—but stilled.

As if some question that once gnawed at him has gone quiet.

He looks at her again.

Really looks.

-You remembered what I looked like back then.

Her shrug is light.

Too light.

-Someone had to.

He doesn’t answer.

He just walks past her, slipping the sketchbook under his arm.

-Hey! That’s mine!

-Not anymore.

Izuna throws an arm around her shoulders before she can chase him down, half-grinning. -Consider it payment. You made him look human again. That’s worth something.-

-He is human.

-Convince him of that.

She sighs.

Later that night, Madara doesn’t hang the portrait.

He places it on a table in his room—facing the door, where the light hits it just right.

He doesn’t mention it again.

But he never moves it.

And he never returns the sketchbook.

[b1mbodoll]

what about hybrid! g!p! wony. even if ur her owner, that doesn’t mean ur her master so maybe she’ll have to bend u over n breed u, knock u up to remind u who’s really in charge ;)

pairings: jang wonyoung x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + g!p + knotting + a/b/o dynamics + breeding + omorashi + collars + jealousy

💌: ive spent so much time keeping this to myself bc i have soso many thoughts n i cant write them all down fast enough </3 i hope u like this bc im obsessed

wolf hybrid wony! is a pain in the ass. it’s been weeks since you brought her home and she’s given you nothing but trouble. doesn’t respect you one bit n tears your house apart when youre out with friends, growling at you when you return n locking herself in her room. when you fall asleep she’s pulling her cock out ‘nd relieving herself on you because how dare you come back smelling like other women, you’re her omega and she needs to mark you up since you wanna be a brat.

when you wake up drenched in her piss, you snap at her. “bad dog! very bad dog! don’t ever do this again!” but wonyoung pays you no mind. doesn’t care that you threaten to send her to obedience classes, just wonders how stupid you can be. do you really think a couple of obedience classes are gonna stop her from getting what she wants?

as far as she’s concerned you need some manners fucked into you since you want to deny her the right to use your holes. the last straw is when you try collaring her, don’t you know only knotsluts wear collars? she’s on you in a second, canines bared as she shoves you on the ground, her dick pressing right against your cunt. the tension is palpable and you do your best to defuse the situation, “wony, what’s wrong? get off, honey ‘s okay, ‘m not gonna punish you if you listen to me n let go.” the wolf girl laughs at you n leans in close, her teeth dangerously close to your ear, “no you listen to me, omega. ‘m not some fucking bitch you get to push around, you live to serve me.” she’s angry now, “if you jus’ submit to me earlier i wouldn’t have t’do this” her claws shred your shorts and panties, revealing your wet pussy. tears spring to your eyes as you reach a hand behind you in an attempt push her away, “no! wony don’t do this! ‘m sorry” she doesn’t bother replying, it’s too late to beg for forgiveness and she fills your pussy in one thrust, the sting from her splitting you open and penetrating your womb makes you drool.

wonyoung grabs the collar you dropped and slips it around your throat, the leather choking you in the best way. “take my fuckin’ knot, omega. gonna fuck you full of my pups ‘n make you a mommy” your pussy clenches around her as the base of her cock grows, her knot slipping inside and keeping you plugged full of cum. “g’nna train you to be my knotslut” she tells you n she’s so proud of herself for finally bitching you into submission, whines when you start calling her alpha n begging for her knot n cum again and again <3

[theogonize]

i cant stop thinking about sitting on wilson's lap... still clothed and grinding against his thigh so desperately. so wet he can feel the warmth and dampness through the fabric and it drives him crazy. he's trying so hard to focus on the task at hand, the paperwork and charting occupying him, reviewing files, but he cant resist. one hand comes down to grip your hip, pushing me further into his strong but soft muscle for the perfect amount of friction that it makes your clit throb with sensitivity. the other sneaks beneath your shirt and splays out against your torso before cupping your breasts. he lets you go at it for awhile and is grinning beneath you like the smug asshole he is, proud that he has such a desperate and needy slut like you always ready for him. just as youre about to reach your high, he'd shift you back to sit on his cock without even taking off his slacks all the way - just shifting them along with his boxers so that his cock can spring free. when you sink down the length of him you both moan in satisfaction - it was like you were made for one another. as he begins to fuck up into you, his fingers find your clit and rub the most perfect figure eights to maintain your desperate need for friction. he'll tell you how good you feel but how much of a bad girl you are for interrupting his work just to get off. but he still cant deny his desire to fill you, cock twitching as he cums in you. your walls clench around him and youre cumming too...

mmm i just to take that perfect lap... followed by another seat on his pretty little face where he laps up my arousal like the pitiful loser he is... pls pls pls

-❤️‍🔥

pre dinner ask because i'm giddy at the thought of this

you're sitting on his lap, begging and pleading for some attention. he assures you it's just five more minutes, another email or two, just one more file. but it's been five minutes for the past twenty, and you swear you had more patience back then than you do now. and there's no reason why you should be wetter. but there's something about him, the lamp light on his face, screwed in concentration. the way his forearms flex, the way his fingers move so fast when he types. and he's ignoring you, best as he can, but still. you're pouting, whining, complaining. he shushes you but your eyes still say james, look how wet i am for you. and he'd be a fool to deny his needy, cock hungry girlfriend what she wants when she comes to readily to get fucked over his desk. but there's that perverse part of him that's really enjoying you struggle to get anything out of riding the rigid muscles on his thigh. his erection is just unconcealable. you're growing needier by the minute, just the way he likes you. you're dampening his office pants, soiling them, but he couldn't care less.

and wilson doesn't touch you. not once. no lovey dovey kisses and caresses. suddenly he's so focused on what he's doing. that is, until you huff and try to get off him. not like he'd let you touch yourself on his lap. fie fie! you try to escape his orbit but his firm arms cage you. he gives you a disapproving look. one hand grabs your waist, manhandling you into position. he pushes you onto his lap again, this time rubbing your sopping pussy with his knee, whispering how he wont be long, and patience is a virtue. but you dont want to be virtuous, not when he's kissing your neck oh so softly, rubbing beneath your shirt. god, you want to be fucked as nastily, as roughly as possible. you're mewling at every touch. he knows just how to get to you.

but he isn't as patient as he'd like to preach. not when his fingers brush past your panties and you're soaked. he pries your panties aside, shoving two fingers in with ease. you're unbelievable, really, with the way you clench around his digits instantly. he's almost laughing at how much a needy slut you are. you're basically doing the work for him, moving yourself to fuck his fingers. he can see your nipples, hard and inviting, under your shirt. he wishes he wasn't so deep into this game. he isn't just punishing you, he's punishing himself too. seeing how long he can retain even an atom's worth of self control when you beg for him.

it's when you say you're close that he finally, dear lord, needs to shove his dick inside you. why should you have all the fun? for being a needy slut? for distracting him? for having no self respect? does he really make you that horny? well, the question answers itself. you're basically wagging your tail when you hear him unbuckle, then unzip behind you. you grind your ass, trying to cop a feel. but you sly fox, he gives a small, but sharp smack to your ass that pushes you further onto his fingers. you're drooling at the idea of sinking down on him, the fullness you'll feel, how he'd empty inside of you. he pulls his fingers out of you. he doesnt need any more fucking foreplay. he slaps the underside of your thighs as you buck up your hips, waiting for him to align himself. you can feel his tip at your entrance, a go ahead from him. you slam down on his cock, insatiable. he's leaking precum. the wetness of it all, the smell of sex in the air, mixed with the smell of his books and journals. he doesn't have the patience or the decency to last very long after the mutual torture. he's nibbling on your back and collarbone, groping every inch of your flesh. he's finally, finally lost control. it isnt long before you cum, setting off his orgasm too. you both let out a scream, or a moan. it's undistinguishable. it's pathetic how little it takes to break him.

[soft-boi-eli]

Jinshi x reader x maomao

Summary:you think your pregnant but until you fully know you arent going to go and announce it to the world.

Tw: pregnancy. Cortasn reader. Reader had fem genitals but refered to as they them.

NOT PROOF READ! SO READ AT OWN RISK!!

You tracked it. And you should of known. But the passion of both of them was too much and you didnt care, nor did they. But here you are missing your second lunar cycle. It was common for it to disappear for a month, having the stress mess around with its regularlarity.

But two in a row. That wasnt right.

You had known maomao for a while, growing up close to her as a consort from the brothel that you both grew up in.

You were always sneaking out to help the poison enthusiasts, dressing down, hiding your true looks with the same makeup that maomao used. And it just so happens that when you join her you got stolen too. But that was another story.

Now you and your lovers had a problem at hand. Your missing cycles. You found the short girl, she was alone in a room at jinshis home. "Maomao. I need your help." She had put down the mortar and pestal, her gaze landing on you, "(y/n), you seem distressed." She poured some tea from the pot on a table. You hadnt realized she had made her way into the kitchen.

"Sit." You took a chair. Staring at her as she gently pushed over the cup. She had her own cup resting in front of her. "You said you needed my help. What can i help with." You looked around, hoping not to find your second lover. "I request that you dont tell him about this. But i have missed my lunar cycle. Two months now and im concerned." Her face stayed nutral. "And how would you like to go about this. Its your call on what you choose. I know you grew up to be a cortasn." You sighed as you gently stired the tea.

"I may be a raised cortasin. But it would break my heart to possibly loose this chance. I dint want to get his hopes up. What if stress is the thing getting to me?" Maomao sighed, her hand gently slipping over yours. "We take it as we go. You are in control of everything that happens from here on out." You lioked over her, her normally stony face soft. Love had filled her face.

"I want to keep them. I may not have known or may not be with child but i can only hipe that if i am we work through and love this child like we never were." Maomao rarely gave those gentle smiles. But when she did it reassured you further. "And before you ask yes you can have my placenta." Her eyes sparked in joy as she went from soft to excited.

"But only if it is safe. I want mine and child to be put first." She nodded fast. "I want to make a medicine for you after you give birth." You were not expecting your afternoon tea and talk to continue to push on with idle chatter of what was coming in the next few months. And you didnt expect maomao to be able to hide it so far.

After your third missed lunar cycle, you had started to wear more. A baggy over robe to help hide. Any signs. It was perfect due to the spring weather bringing a slight chill about. Jinshi had questioned a bit, his normally overly warm lover bundling up during this weather.

"I just feel cold master jinshi. I promise." He had called you to his office, only goashuan and maomao joining you two. "Does this have anything to do with missing your cycle?" You stopped. Looking at goashuan before sighing. "I do not feel comfortable speaking of conjecture like this master jinshi." Jinshi was more perceptive then he had let on. "Pardon us goashuan. If you could possibly give us a moment?"

Goashuan had left, you still felt uncomfortable. "You thought that three months would go unnoticed by me? I havent gotten to spoil you for three months." You shrunk further into the large over robe. "And it just so happens i have heard a small talk between you two. I've held off just to make sure. But.." he looked up to you with tears in his eyes "you cant with hold me spoiling you now that you are carrying!" Your eyes soften at the man.

He was a true blue cry baby sometimes. Sighing you walk next to him. Your hand weaving through his hair. His arms gently wrapping around your now slightly bloated stomach. "Im sorry jinshi. I didnt want to jump too far ahead. What if it wasnt true?" He nuzzled into your stomach. "Then i would of made it true." You gave a soft laugh. Small arms wrapped around your chest, a body carefully slotting into yours. "I guess master jinshi might be too over the moon with the idea of the both of us with child." It was your turn to flip, you had felt something push into your lower back.

"No. It cant be maomao." You pressed you hand gently to her stomach. Sure enough it was bloated slightly, hidden perfectly under her robes. "I was going to say something when you came to me. But it slipped my mind when you told me." Warmth. You felt warm and safe as jinshi's body engulfed both yours and maomaos.

"Today is a dream. It has to be." Nuzzling his face into the top of your head he held maomao close to his chest. "You know this does have to be kept as a secret." Maomao spoke as she tried to push away. "Its going to be the biggest secret. Excpet for in our home. I want to see everything." Jinshi was sparkling.

"Uhm how would we do that if lady gyokyuo fall pregnant?" Your spoke from the warmth of jinshi, "i can identify by looks and scents. You know that. Also lady gyokyuo is one of the people i feel we can trust. The emperor, he will find out fast." You looked over to maomao, compared to jinshi she was small. She wasnt going to be having it easy. Doubt neither were you just barely an inch or two taller then her.

[ibarawr]

how my pc (andrea) is with the love interests at school

augh andrea would be so jealous of sydney... shes forced to be strong to survive cuz she cant rely on anyone while sydney has protection! protected enough to remain pure! they can be dependent towards other people? just follow what they say? andrea never had that privilege to be so spineless!

i think weakness disgusts andrea as someone whos forced to grow up too fast. she's equally envious and annoyed of it. she has a soft spot for robin since thats her childhood friend but at some point shes tired of them too because "why must i always be the one to protect them?!" she talks to robin whenever theyre back from being captured every week and just comfort them while trying to ignore the guilt she feels for not taking over their debt.

she gets to be weak with whitney and she loves it. loves how strong he is, how he manages to make her crumble with just a few actions. losing control feels scary to her and she wants to reject it and fight back but it also feels relieving to let go and stop being strong and have someone be around to accept her the way she truly is - broken and corrupted. she doesnt need to pretend to be strong! she can just be led!

kylar is just kylar. like whatever. she takes advantage of their obsession with her sometimes but other than that she's sick of him too. she'd tolerate kylar if they were less.... needy. cuz her time is precious to her she doesnt want to coddle some needy creature.

[haemosexuality]

im rewatching she-ra and naturally im gonna want to write about it a lot. starting by breaking down the catradora conflict origin story scene from s01e02 the sword part 2

people have said this before but the most important thing to keep in mind here is how different their understanding of whats going on is. theyre both approaching this with completely different views and so they misunderstand what the other means.

Adora: There's no time. We have to put a stop this.

Catra: What? Why?

Adora: Because this is a civilian town. Look around! These aren't insurgents. They're innocent people.

Catra: Yeah, sure. Innocent people who kidnapped a Horde officer. Now come on, let's get you back to the Fright Zone. Shadow Weaver is freaking out. [laughing] It'd be funny if she weren't such a terrible person.

so immediately theres two things i wanna say about this part, about how catra reacts to stuff. first off, something we learn about catra throughout the whole show and especially in the portal-alternative-reality, is that shes big on Pretending Nothing Is Wrong. whenever shes feeling upset or angry about something, she will start joking around and acting like shes just totally super chill guys, dw ("Ugh, whatever. It's not like I even care. I just wanna get out of this dump at some point before I dieee of boredom). Shes acting like that in this scene. Adora was missing for hours, shadow weaver was breathing down her neck and threatening her, she was already worried adora might have left at this point. she cant let adora know how worried she was tho, so shes all jokes and fast paced conversation. To Adora, tho, it just looks like catra doesnt care, like she doesnt understand the gravity of the situation.

and the other thing is that honestly? I dont think catra does care. about the town, i mean. i think catra was ready for war in a way adora never was. theyre both seeing combat for the first time here, and adora hates it. training for war is completely different than being in the battlefield, and adora couldnt handle it. face to face with it she couldnt tolerate seeing people suffering and dying, houses being burned down, a whole village destroyed. when the horde brainwashed adora into thinking they were only doing the necessary to save etheria, she completely and fully believed it, and when faced with the reality of the horde she immediately realized how wrong that was. Catra, tho, could not care less. she never believed in what the horde said, she knew full well what the horde did, so this isnt a surprise for her. and i do think shes naturally a bit sadistic, or at least growing up among the violence of the horde made her so. either way, shes seeing battle here for the first time and shes completely fine with it. doesnt even spare it all a second glance. why would she care about these people she never met if the most important thing in the world is right here in front of her? (i think even if adora hadnt left that night and went into the battlefield as a force captain, she wouldve ended up deserting. she cant stand seeing people suffer and she cant stand not saving them. shes too good, too selfless for that. catra isnt.) (also she is so ready to kill at all times. she loves violence. i once saw someone say how shadow weaver thought adora was the "cutthroat, ruthless warrior" when that was actually catra and they were totally right)

adora is also trying something futile here, she doesnt need to explain to catra that the horde is bad and hurts innocent ppl because catra has known that all her life

Adora: Catra, no. I can't go back. Not until the Horde leaves this town alone. You have to help me.

Catra: What are you saying?

Adora: I’m saying, this is wrong. They've been lying to us, manipulating us. Hordak, Shadow Weaver, all of them.

Catra: Duh! Did ya just figure that out? Manipulation is Shadow Weaver's whole thing. She's been messing with our heads since we were kids.

(the captions in the pics are slightly wrong, nvm that.) everything i said before. adora just realized all of this, while catra has always known, probably because the abuse adora suffered was more manipulation-and-brainwashing, while shadow weaver always made clear to catra that she didnt give a shit about her, so she suffered physical abuse with little attempt to convince her this was fine.

the "what are you saying?" is one of the things that show how different their perspective is. adora is talking about going against the horde and helping the town, while catra immediately gets more personal. what do you mean? are you saying that you might leave the horde? leave me?

Adora: How could you possibly be okay with that?

adora means, how could you be ok with the horde lying about its actions, and killing innocent people? how could you be ok with the horde raising us to do the same? and catra hears, how could you be ok with shadow weaver and hordak abusing us?

Catra: Because, it doesn't matter what they do. The two of us look out for each other. And soon we'll be calling the shots. Now come on, can we go home already?

catra replies: because, i love you. because you have my back and i have yours. because nothing really bad can happen as long as we have each other, remember? and soon enough, we'll be powerful enough that they cant hurt us anymore. Adora hears, because i dont care about these people dying, the only thing thats important is you and i. and anyways, soon its gonna be Us killing them, isnt that good? lets go back home to the evil murder place.

Adora: I'm not going home, Catra. I can't. Not after everything I've seen. Come with me. You don't have to go back there. We can fix this.

adora says: im starting to realize now how wrong i was about everything. we're not the good guys, and i cant stand for that. i cant stand around and watch people get hurt. i cant stand around and watch you get hurt. lets leave, together, and have a better life, please. lets do the right thing.

Catra: Are you kidding? You've known these people for, what, a couple of hours? And now you're just gonna throw everything away for them?

catra hears, shes willing to leave me. after everything i did for her, all that i took, all of these years of us being together, she would still leave me. she would break our promise. she would leave me behind.

and then she straight up electrocutes adora. ok

she says it was a reflex, but i dont know if i believe her. i dont think she likes hurting adora (not physically. not by this point, anyways), but i do think that shes the type to lash out when upset and immediately regret it, then feel guily about it. which just makes her more upset. :(

Catra: Oh, man. That was a lot stronger than I thought. Are you okay?

Adora: Why are you doing this?

Catra: Because you left me! And if I don't bring you back, Shadow Weaver’s gonna have my head. So, enough with your weird little identity crisis and let's go home already. Or do I need to zap you again?

thats the last time they talk. adora gets teleported away by glimmer, and when they see each other again, its clear that they both made their choice.

the moment adora showed catra she was willing to leave her, there was no coming back for them. because catra would never get over that. she'd spend all her life in that hellscape, putting up with abuse and bullying and probably so much more we dont get to see, because of the promise adora made her. and, in her eyes, adora was ready to leave her on the first opportunity that came up. that hurt. that broke her. and that released something really ugly inside of her.

cue in 2,5 years of homoerotic rivalry and trauma. ok post over if you read this i hope you liked it <3 bye

[fairykazu]

20191009 i like her ft. kazuha ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cws: feminine terms are used but reader is referred as gn terms, highschool au, mutual pining, fluff, angst, parental issues, implied chiscara, mild profanity

masterlist

it’s around eleven-something and lunch has started, you and kazuha were laying on a blanket near the rooftops of school. kazuha brought up when a fight broke out between childe and scaramouche, something about childe being too close to scaramouche’s personal space. the wind was blowing gently as you laughed, perching on one of your hands, “kazuha, they have to be into each other.”

kazuha noticed as you laughed, you shivered. he leaned a little closer, zipping you up, “you’re right, star.”

star was a nickname that kazuha gave to you in freshman year when you were rightfully upset about your mother telling that with your grades, you would never grow up to be successful as she is and only to become a random man’s housewife earning nothing other than chores that would pile up.

flashback

after the talk with your mother, you told her you’ll be studying at your friend’s house and she let out a sigh of relief, “thank god, you’re getting your shit together.”

you tried not to react to the words you have heard before squeezing your lips into a fine line, “good bye, mother.” leaving out of the door just before hearing your mother’s goodbyes, the weight of your anxiety pooling in your stomach never left but it gradually lightened, texted kazuha.

kazuha, omw !!

kazuha answers just as fast, huh?

wait is it because of “😡💀☹️”?

yes :’(

okay, ill see you there

what? you thought as you hesrd loud panting and footsteps coming your way. his silver hair sticking to his forehead, “oh! name, there you are. lets go to my house.” he was hunched over kind of like a pretzel, breaking in a sweat.

“kazuha???” you said, confused. your eyebrows knitted together.

walking towards to the porch where you sat, standing up straight. the silver haired boy was lending you a hand, “c’mere, you can tell me everything about your mom. as well as, it’s a friday, you can tell her you’ll sleep over too. i know she hates boys hanging with you but-” he lifted his hair. “with this i can pass off as a girl.”

you laughed, a bit of your anxiety disappearing. beunknownst to you, kazuha smiled a little, happy to see that he helped you to cheer up. you cant really disagree with him not when he’s looking at you with puppy eyes. really, the archons didnt disappoint with his features. “okay.” you replied, taking his hand.

“so, your mom said malicious words to you again?” kazuha said. the both of you sat in his living room, under the blanket and pillow fort he made. as the yellow blanket “ceiling” was falling, you sniffled, “yes..”

he grabbed your hands, looking directly into your eyes. “i love your family, name. but, she’s wrong. even though, you do struggle academically—”

“hey!” you interrupted, yanking his hands away from you. he apologizes instantly,

“im sorry but let me finish.”

you paused, moving your finger in a circle, signaling him to get to the point.

“thank you. you are much more than your grades, name. you’re like a star amongst the skies. every star is different, i just know you would excel at your dreams just as easy as this.” he snapped his fingers.

you started to chuckle a little as kazuha shot you a look saying that he could obviously snap his fingers and to stop laughing.

you covered your mouth.

well, he tried. he snapped again but only made a really sad and disappointing friction sound between his index and his thumb. similar to when you use a lighter but you have to ignite it five times before it works. he gets flustered, “you get what i mean right?”

you exhaled a laugh, your face was a little red from laughing and being flustered at once. “yeah, i do.”

flashback ended

you slapped his shoulder playfully, nearly erupting in giggles, “kazuha?”

“yeah?” he turned to look at you. huh? in this lighting, kazuha is kind of… no, you can’t have a crush on him again. it wouldnt end well and plus, he mentioned that he likes someone. actually, you overheard it when kazuha was talking to beidou and ningguang.

“kazuha, if you really like them, you would confess.” beidou? you think it was beidou’s voice, it was slightly more deep.

“no, i dont want to ruin our friendship. besides, i dont think they like me that way too. im content just being with them.” kazuha’s voice for sure. it was gentle and soft… usually. but his voice is filled to the brim with anxiety.

a more feminine voice replied, comforting kazuha. you assumed it was ningguang. “kaedehara, ive seen the way they look at you.”

“theyre probably looking at someone else.”

“ok, bro.”

“name?” kazuha called your name at least five times but yet you were staring off the distance. made him feel kind of self conscious. did they notice my hair is fading out? he tapped on your shoulder, “name??”

“oh sorry. do you think scaramouche and childe explored each other’s bodies?”

kazuha coughed loudly, his sunkissed face exploded in hues of reds, “what makes you say that?”

“its the way childe treats scaramouche like he’s worthy and how scaramouche looks at childe. like scaramouche’s eyes softens and everything.”

“really?” kazuha asked, subconsciously leaning closer to you.

you scrunched up your nose, “yeah?” noticing how close kazuha was and how soft his hair looks, how his eyes seems to glimmer in the afternoon sunlight and—

oh.

oh shit.

you pulled a little bit back, “doesn’t the weather seem nice today?”

weak excuse…

kazuha turned away from you, “youre right. usually it would be cloudy today.”

“yeah!”

“yeah.”

[pumpkinsy0]

Headcanons for a really short Curly Or Two-Bit who are like five foot two/three until their like 17-18 ONLY to get like a huge growth spurt. Head canons for before and after their magic growth spurt.

(Totally not projecting the fact that I’m 5’2 and have probably stopped growing…)

curly shepard,,,its ur time to shine,,,,

•at carnival rides w height requirements he was wearing some bs in the inside if his shoes to make himself taller. he tried using his hair and that was a 75/25 chance of it not working or working

•in haiti during carnival curly would steal stilts so he could b taller and see everything better, YES he busted his ass numerous times but if he can chase angela around and spook her that way, he’ll accept any injury he gets

•tim got away w paying little money by saying curly was wayyyy younger than what he actually is, curly hated it cause if they went to a restaurant bes forced to eat only from the kiddie menu

•curly would get shit on so bad for kicking his feet when it dangled but if hes being honest, like reaallyyyy truthful,,,he would miss it so bad,,,

•when tim was upset w curly he would purposely hide the footstool he stole for him, just to inconvenience him. jokes on tim tho now curlys dirty lil feet r on the counter and he wont clean it up. this also messed w angela cause shes also short

•tim was always worried for curly during a rumble cause he was SIGNIFICANTLY shorter AND lighter than anyone else, one bad hit to the stomach and curlys out of commission for days, so for a while tim wouldnt let curly into certain rumbles no matter how badly tim needed more guys

•”careful curly i saw an eagle outside and its rlly windy” jokes 24/7 i can smell it. particularly from angela which is insane bc hello???? ur the same measurements as him??????

•after his growth spurt, curly couldn’t steal cars for thee longest time while he was figuring out how to live life as a human equivalent of a giraffe, ONLY BC if he did try stealing a car he couldn’t b as fast as he wanted to bc he would b fixing the chair to better suit his legs

•angela gets “u should b a model” compliments bc of her looks, curly gets “u should b a model” compliments for his height, its set in stone now ive decided

•how many lives do u think curlys ruined by announcing loudly to other ppl that he can see their bald spot in the middle of their head, two bit does the same but only says it out loud to ppl he doesn’t rlly like and just wanna annoy. we can push this line farther and just say they both love to trick ppl into believing that they can see a bald spot on the way

•curlys posture gets so bad when hes taller, when he was short he would have theeee best posture known to man in order to make himself look tall, but now that he IS, hes always slouching bc thats whats more comfortable to him and bc everyone he talks to is shorter than him so hes just used to it atp. kinda works in his favor tho bc now if he wants to look intimidating he can just stand tall

•tall curly trying to b sneaky is like when u see an animal trying to hide but u can CLEARLY SEE their tail pokin out a lil bit, now curlys best bet is to run away instead of hide if hes in trouble

•he cant complain too much about being tall, girls r flocking to him more, hes winning❤️

•the shower the shepards have at home were NOTTTT made for curlys height, hes o er the shower head and if he tried he could easily peek over the shower curtains. he gotta shower VERRRYYYY thoroughly or else he leaves the shower w soap still on everything above his neck

[slashingdisneypasta]

Doll!Chucky x Drunk!Fem!Reader x Freddy Krueger || Headcanons

*Set in the Horror House

Topic: Its a classic- you get drunk because you've had a sucky, sucky day. And you're just wondering by the house, barefoot and probably cold, when Chucky and Freddy see you and get you inside. (And... boy, does that sound threatening 😅 To be clear- this is mostly fluff XD )

(This can be read as romantic or platonic! Readers choice.)

Warnings: Characters who have no business ever being characterised as nice, being nice (In a way that I hope is still them 😅), Reader is sad and uses alcohol to numb themselves. (You're not depressed or an alcoholic though), and also the word 'bitch' is used quite a bit, I'm sorry 😅😅

Look if no one else is gonna write mindless, non-canonical fluff for these two shits then I WILL-

🍺 You're sitting on the porch swing with a blanket over your shoulders and Chucky in your lap, playing with his bright orange hair while Freddy lectures you- how did you get here??? This explanation is seemingly very simple.

🍺 Today was the first day of your life... it started out good, texting with Jennifer while you got ready for the day, but then you had a fight. Sure, you would both get over it tomorrow and you knew that, but it felt awful. Then your bus was late and so you were late to work, it was a busy busy day, your mood deteriorated... and finally you left early because you just felt that upset- which just made you feel worse, for missing work!

🍺 So you decided to go have a drink at a bar. That turned into 2... 3... then you were in a guy's lap and you lost your shoes. He was an ass, turns out, of course, and so the next thing you know--

🍺 You're strolling drunkenly, barefoot, down Jennifer's street sniffling and sipping a cheap wine straight out of the bottle. You just wanna see her- you think if she sees you so fucked up and sad then she'll stop being mad at you and... *sniffle*... give you some cuddles, and make you feel better after this hell day...

🍺 Oh, you hope she will. You need your best *hick* friend... *hick* please...

🍺 You're just wandering down the footpath, almost tripping a couple of times, when you hear fast footfalls behind you (Like boots) and a hand lands on your shoulder. You whip around, wide eyed, but relax immediately when you recognise Freddy's familiar form in your tipsy, dazed state. He's looking amused at you, and vaguely you think he must know that you're drunk, must have figured it out (He's clever ^^), because he waits for you to fully focus on him. Then with one blade he points downwards to your feet, letting you follow his gesture before talking.

🍺 "Princess I don't think you're supposed to leave the prince both shoes. If he cant findya with just one, I don't think you even want a dumbass prince like that."

🍺 "Hm?-... oh... I- I... it was hot... "

🍺 "Too hot for your shoes?" He looks bemused, but in your drunken state you think he's just concerned for you.

🍺 "Mhm... "

🍺 "... where are you going to, anyway?"

🍺 "Um, I- I-... " You start sniffling again, remembering where you were going and why you feel so so crappy- eyes immediately filling up with tears. "Oh. I, I was looking for- for Jen... We had a fi-ight, and I... I really needa see 'er... "

🍺 Freddy stares at you for a few moments- as much as he loves to see someone - anyone. especially something so fucking cute, like you, - crying like little bitch in front of him, something about this... doesn't sit right with him. After a moment of thought, he grows annoyed at his own lack amusement and twists you around and guides you back down the footpath again. "Well you're goin the wrong way. You go in this house, you'll find a bitch but she's asian, and she's gonna be real confused why you broke into her house late at night- c'mon. Lemme tell ya, jail aint for you."

🍺 He leads you to the right house - they all look the same in the dark!! you didn't know you were going to the wrong one... - and as soon as you step up onto the porch you hear another harsh voice yell in a way that makes you jump right out of your skin.

🍺 "Where the hell are that girls shoes, fuckface!?"

🍺 "Fuck, everything's my fault around here, huh kid?... I don't know, bitch. She said she was too hot wearing them, gimmie a break."

🍺 "We all know she's hot Freddy, that wasn't my question." Chucky sniggers, sat up on the porch swing with a wicked grin on his face. When he looks at your properly, sniffling and blowing your nose into a tissue from your pocket, and he makes an ewwwww sort of face, instead. "... and you made her cry. That's a little kinky even for you."

🍺 "... Uh, not its not."

🍺 "You're right, its not. Aaanyway- what the hell did you do to her??"

🍺 Here you finished wiping your nose and, tiredly now, turned to shake your head at Chucky. "No, its... *sniff* I was- was looking for Jen... a guy at the bar... he- he was an ass, and I just- "

🍺 Immediately they exchange an uncomfortable look. "Uhhh- what kinda ass?" Chucky asks, while Freddy gives you a quick once over.

🍺 You shrug, not truly thinking about what you're saying. "I- I thought he w-wanted t' cheer me up... but he didn't... she will, th- though, I hope,.. do you- do either of you know where she is maybe?... "

🍺 "Ehh... sorry kid, hate ta break it you ya but she left for the night... " As soon as those words leave Chucky's mouth your eyes fill up with tears all over again and you almost start crying immediately- before he fast tracks to stop it. "But hey!- y' share that bottle with me and y'can hang here. I betcha I'm better company then that millennial whore."

🍺 ... really? Immediately your heart soars, getting special treatment from one the meanest and scariest assholes in this house. The nicest thing you had ever heard him say before this moment!, you think!, was 'Get the fuck out of my way, please'! When you turn to Freddy, silently asking if that would be okay, he flashes you a smirk.

🍺 "Well, I am."

🍺 "Shut the fuck up, you pair of cauterized ass cheeks."

🍺 "That's a new one." "Yeah, pretty good, eh?" "Not bad, plastic breath."

🍺 As you sit down on the porch swing beside Chucky, taking some deep breaths of fresh, cool nighttime air to try and sober yourself, Chucky takes the cheap wine and he looks ridiculous with it but he takes a big gulp of it. Then turns to you, and asks promptly- so why're you so fucked up tonight, huh? Somethin' bad happen?

🍺 You stop, think about it... and immediately start crying into your hands.

🍺 Freddy pulls his hat down roughly over his eyes, and groans "no class... "- as if he's got any, either. Then turns and waltzes into the house again saying he's going to get the fucking box.

🍺 (He actually just goes to pee and comes back with a blanket for you)

🍺 A good while later, and you're getting quite sleepy just sitting there listening to Chucky and Freddy go back and forth from either side of you (You're not really contributing to the conversation, just sitting there with a blanket around you nodding or letting out little 'mhm's or 'uhuh's if they look at you to agree with them) and your gaze slips over to Chucky.

🍺 He stops mid-sentence to look at you, like, whadaya want?

🍺 Quickly he deadpans, recognising the look in your eye that he's become very familiar with since... you know... living as a good guy doll. "... you wanna fucken hold me, don't you?"

🍺 ... "Mhm... " You nod.

🍺 "Fuck, no. Get it outta your head. Do you think I enjoy that shit?? I'm the goddam Lakeshore Strangler, bitch, not a fucken Cabbage Patch kid. I'm feared. I'm infamous- no, do not fucken cry again. I swear, I'll stab you if you cry. Don't test me. Don't- aghhh!" After a few moments, he gives up, letting you gather him in your lap; One arm wrapping around his middle and the other hand slipping into his soft, messy hair. "If you tell anyone in there about this shit, you're gonna wake up with a new hole. I don't know where it'll be yet, I think I'll be spontaneous about it, but it will hurt."

🍺 "And you- " When Chucky turns to Freddy, who looks like he's about to explode seeing this, he stops. ... Slowly, he grins. "You know what?... Freddy buddy, why don't you tell us again how you lost so fucken bad to the momma's boy?" ... oh dear, you think, eyes going wide and round.

🍺 Like a light switch, all amusement is gone from Freddy's face, replaced by a furious glare, and he takes a deep, deep, deeeeeep breath; Getting up from the swing to stand in front of the two of you. "... you move your asses outta that chair before I finish and you die."

🍺 So yeah... explanation is seemingly very simple... but who would really believe you if you tried to tell them this all happened and Chucky and Freddy Krueger were actually nice to you??

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

11:11 pm

random little fluff i thought was cute lol

xoxo <3 kimi

He's the party guy, she's the shy girl, and somehow they're best friends… Yuta Nakamoto, Yuta of NCT… Y/N, his childhood friend, who has stayed by his side through everything… so much so that his fans think she's either part of NCT’s staff, or that her and Yuta are dating… neither of which are true, but the more rumors she hears about the two of them dating, the more she thinks about it… and the more she realizes, she's never truly seen him as just a friend… maybe she had always been pushing those feelings away, but deep down, she's always wanted to be more. Still, she doesn't say anything to him. She doesn't want to get in the way of his career, so she keeps her feelings to herself… Until Yuta walks into her apartment with a girl… a girl she's never met before… still she keeps her composure, welcoming the new guest, and her longtime friend… she ignores the fact that she's completely uncomfortable the entire night, but when Yuta leaves with the girl, she cant hide it anymore… as her front door closes, she falls to her knees, sobbing silently to herself… if only she had said something sooner, maybe things would be different… but would they? They've been best friends for years… if he felt the same way, surely he would have said something to her… right? 

After that night, she can't bring herself to see Yuta or the other members of NCT, hiding away in her apartment… She stops responding to calls and texts from everyone, sitting in the silence of her apartment instead, dwelling in her own thoughts that torment her mind. She feels… small… pathetic… how could she fall for her best friend? How is she supposed to tell him that? She can't… she can't bring herself to do it…

The more time that passes, the more worried Yuta grows… He sits one night with Johnny, both of them concerned for Y/N

“Johnny, I'm really worried for her…”

“Me too… have you gone to check on her?”

“No, I mean she does this sometimes… she has times where she just stops talking for a little bit, she's always been like that… I thought this was one of those times… but it's never lasted this long…”

“When was the last time you saw her?”“When I introduced her to that girl that screwed me over…”

“The last girl?”

“Yeah… her…”

“Yuta, has Y/N ever said or done anything that seemed… more than friends… to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean maybe she's pulling away on purpose… maybe she thinks that you would rather be with someone else… especially considering you took some other girl to her apartment…”

“B-But… you know that's not true… I only took that girl over because I thought Y/N… oh god…”

Yuta gets up abruptly, grabbing his keys and jacket, shoving his feet into his shoes at the door, and sprinting as fast as he can to her apartment… When he finally reaches her place he bangs on the door frantically…

“Y/N! It's me! Please let me in! Please! I-I need to explain!”

His fist pounds on the door while his heart pounds in his chest… This can't happen… he cant lose her… not like this… he needs her, more than she's ever known… 

She sits inside, startled by the sudden pounding on her door… slowly she makes her way over to unlock the door and crack it open, but before she can say anything, he bursts inside, pulling her into a tight embrace… a small gasp escapes her as she suddenly finds her in his arms…

“Y-Yuta, what are you-”

“I'm sorry… I'm so damn sorry… I never should have brought that witch over… she meant nothing… I haven't even talked to her in weeks… Please… Please stop pushing me away… I can't take this anymore…”

“Yuta… what are you talking about? If she didn't mean anything then why-”

“I messed up… I was afraid, I was a coward… I was too scared to tell you the truth…”

“What do you mean Yuta…”

“It's you… it's always been you… it'll always be you… I thought I wouldnt have a chance with you, so I tried to find someone else, but I can’t… I can't get you out of my mind… I can't stop thinking about you… your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes light up when you're happy, the way you talk with your hands when youre talking about something you're passionate about… all of it… Y/N, I can't be without you… I can't take this distance… I'm sorry… I'm so damn sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, but I need you… Please… Talk to me… Tell me you feel the same way… Please…”

Her eyes are wide with shock as she looks at him. Never in a million years did she think he would ever have feelings for her… Never in a million years would she think that she would actually have a chance with him… but words aren't enough at this moment… she couldn't speak even if she tried… Without a second thought, she pulls him into a kiss… her soft lips moving in perfect unison against his, as if they were always meant to be. They melt into each other's embrace, losing themselves in the kiss, until he reluctantly pulls away, whispering softly to her

“Please… please tell me I still have a chance… I-I can't imagine life with anyone else… you're it for me Y/N…”

A soft smile traces her lips as she looks at him

“I've been waiting years for you…”

[wulfums]

does halli ever get jealous/envious of her human sibling For being human, or since she was born a fish does she not mind her body's limitations ? :-0

I think she absolutely does. Her feelings on everything are extremely complex bcuz of how fast everything changed for her (under a cut bcuz its Long)

Like growing up, Klaus was a fish like her! He showed her how to navigate the world, and because she was born like that instead of Forcibly Fished, she picked everything up pretty quick and can come up with new ways to get around that are faster/better (Like headphone-looking headpiece with water in them so she can chill on someone's shoulder or hoodie pocket but still breathe.).

To be fair, Halli had no idea for a good while that Klaus wasn't just. Always a talking fish. It really wasnt relevant. She had her fish dad that showed her she can do ANYTHING! He's her hero.

Then things change really rapidly for the family. They move (Just next door, but still.), Rick finds out he's going to have another kid (This is either through IVF or after Klaus gets his human body back. Still not sure which to go with but the result is the same either way.), and THEN her dad finds out he can get his old body back finally (The context im going with for now is that Stan didn't want to be outdone in housewarming gifts so he got the boys at the CIA to just. Clone Klaus's orginal body. More of a copy than a clone? And one one hand Klaus is so mad because he realizes Stan could have done this at ANY TIME, on the other hand, he's so excited and grateful.)

So now Halligan's dad isn't a fish anymore, AND her dads are having another kid, AND she is in a new house. Its also extremely hard to explain to her why she cant ALSO get a human body like her dad has now. Like, that is his original body. Thats why he gets to go back in it. But Halligan doesnt have an original body to go into- she just has hers. They cant just take someone else's life away and force them to be a fish, which is what theyd have to do to do this for her.

so shes upset over all these changes. both of her dads make a point to spend as much time with her as possible because she's struggling with all this. but shes starting to accept the changes, that her and her daddy can still do all the cool things they did before!

and THEN Rick has the baby and its a normal ass human that resembles Klaus heavily and Halligan is like. So fucking mad. And THEN youre telling her that babys need extra attention because they are stupid and cant even get jobs? ridiculous.

So it genuinely takes her years to stop hating her sibling. They also have to keep the two seperate until the siblings a bit older too because of the fact that Halligan is a fish and small. So its not really like she gets to know the kid anyways.

She does eventually come around to loving her sibling it genuinely just. takes a while. Its a very difficult situation for all of them and its something that's really hard to figure out how to even handle.

But the consistent love her dads show her really helps. Klaus especially tries to make time specifically for her.

Like thankfully they have a lot of friends that are basically family that are able to help out. Like Greg never minds babysitting for the new baby if Rick and Klaus need a break. Halligan is in school now (so is Rogu) so she is getting more time independently too which helps a lot.

fun fact: jeff and hayley have their first or second kid(still dont have a solid timeline down) around the same time the new baby is born. So they have a friend yay.

sorry that is SO much but i think abt this a lot. Halligans life is wild.

Another fun fact: she just kind of grows perpetually so by high school she's like. the size of a small dog. thats where the growing stops but she is a very big fish and she thinks thats sick.

Even after Halligan starts liking her sibling, she is so relieved when shes like "Please dont have any more kids. I can't go through this again." to her dads, who think this is kind of funny, and Rick is like "Don't worry honey. Unless your daddy wants to be the one to carry the baby, that's the last one we're having." bcuz Rick got a hysterectomy. He's DONE with that shit and he loves the family he has now. Also babies suck to take care of 24/7.

[rockintapper]

the um

te sec2ond one, the thi3rd one

ok so basically i say whar i think about rhythm heavem chatacters. starting with Tengoku brcuase why nawt

readmore ebcuase this posr long as hell!!!!! please work this time

uh

karate joe: hi kasper the he <3 i wana hug him,

hair vegetables: what Thr fcuk

sarge: idk. attention march

squadmates: petar

air batter AIRBATTERR 💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

space umpire: perpetual smiler

the clappy trio: your sequel stinks!!!! /sillay i love your wigs

sneaky spirits: get bow and arrow'd l plud ratio /j

samurai steve: hi sage hes really cool actual6 #chilling

yokai (the thingies the samurai slices): pe uliar little cratures. up to no good

rats: thr cheese

ms. whiskers: THE FIRST CAT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

sick beats doctor/dr. cutlery: hes vibing ong. why do you hsve an endless game

thr viruses: leav that litlle guy alone >:(!!!!!!!

yellow organism (sick beats): little guye :) dj yelo

the donpans: theyre all dating your honor

yagura-chan: spiteful luttle child i love her. may she grow up and pan

mahou tsukai: hi rocket The WIZARB!!!! magic autism

ojou-chan: flowers autism

the monster (wizard's waltz): STOP EATING MY PLANTS

pengiuns (showtime): yhe dillays i love them they deerve the worl

monkey (showtime): i just read about him. gonna make him explode now

rabbit: boing boing boing boing boing b

tram and pauline/poline: hi cheese THE FOXES the foxes ever hth foxes ever the

space gramps: i widh he was my grangpa 💔 /j

space dancers: pa-pa-pa-PUNCH! put some respect on my boys plea

q maou: AAGH. AAH. AAHHG. AG

contestant: hi 56 hes. hes jist like me frfr /hj

play-yan: hi sunny i really liek. his uh level. minigame. wharever it s called its like. really calming. unless im Going for a Perfect!

mini chounin (power caligraphy): the dancing dancers

akai mono (polyrhythm): i uh. i dont have anything about these thangs. what

RAPMEN: YO. SANJI DESUKA

urakata aki to ki (bouncy road): my children. i love them. i would Kill for th

spheroids (bouncy road): you have a page? on the rh wiki? what?

ninja and the lord (ninja no shison/ninja bodyguard): augh

toss boys: hi ninety The toss bous. they hehheeh3he hugs ao-kun

yuka: YIPPR YIPEEE YIPEE YIPEEEE YIPEEEOEIRIRJ HI T YUKAIEJEBE ^_^ totally isnt dating a tall tapper shes totally not dating a tall ta /lie

giraffe: dont fucking look at me like that

tanaka (ninja reincarnate): AAHHHHHAHAHAEHRHDSHSHEHD /VPOS I LOVE HIM IDK WHERE THIS LOVE FOR HIM CAME FROM BUT I LOVR HIM

kanojo: ypure in good hands. mostly. (cant get the fast part of ninja reincarnate)

waru mono (ninja reincarnate): w,,ario?? w

soshiSOSHIIIIIIII SSOHIIIIII SOSIIOOII SOSHIII EOSBSISI SHSOHSHSIJSSOSHUSII SHSOOSIUSHISJS SOOHSIIII SOSHIII SSOSHISJEOWSHIWJEOWJWJSJSSJEJESK SOSHSISB SSOSHHS

cosmic girl: Rude™ (/hc). may also be the commander in amrching oerders 2,

cosmic dancers: space dancers HATE THEM! /silly

TH RAPP WOEMNEKENENNE kan sbejebdjeTHR RPA WOMRN THEJEBR YURIIIIIIIII JRIIII YUEIII YUIII!!! YHRIIII hi cheese

MAN-K: mN i lovr him hes so cool dud e whaha

biribiriuo (night walk 2): STOP ELECTROCUTING PLAY YAN 💔💔💔💔

usamimi maki sensei: i love the face she makes whe n i press a button too earlu/late. may also be cosmic girl

space rabbits: ive seen you in waroiware.... pets yu

buta-san (tengoku remix 7): pigy :]

barista: i hc his voice is jasmine wright's from the rh iceberg

people at the café: only (canon) black person in the entire series helooo

neko machine: meow. meow. meow.meow owah owah mah? mah? o-mah? m

honse machien: wha,

love-san: suki (cheering)

mr. upbeat: hi tomano tucking him in giving him a goodnight kiss and a glass of milk <3

mannequin; i wonder what game yoyll be in the futue

anata: hi 56 i love his goofy ass smile go girl give us everything

drum girls: wait whered they come fro

samurai drummer: no way. it Tsunk

samurai drummer's band: i did not know you existed hello??

oba-chan: protect. protect. protect.

pwner: Kill. Kill. Kill Kill. Kill. Kill. Ki

producer: who tf are you? what? wait lemme rrad about yo7 furst

im back. music autism

ok thats all the characters in rhythm tengok!!! thanks for Did yiu read all of tjis? zamn!! congrats dude /gn

[angelmichelangelo]

If we did get foot solider Mikey like we deserve what would be the whole plot exactly of it? because the premise is how Mikey feels like a failure and that his brothers don't understand him and that he feels alone how would that be excuted exactly because 1. this adds more layers to Mikey that aren't ever really utilized and 2 Raph and Leo are a big problem in this scenario because they would just blame each other throughout the whole process along with trying to get Mikey back while arguing which would upset him even more since neither can own up to their mistakes and than Donnie has to figure out how to stop everything the fighting the convincing Mikey.

ooh okay! this is just me coming up with an idea on the fly so bare with me.

so imagine the movie opens up not long since the events of the last movie. they’re moving past the whole winters situation and starting to work more as a team, notably leo and raph who are getting along again and donnie is less stressed and it takes off SUCH a huge weight off mikey’s mind because of course he was constantly worrying about whether his family would heal itself again and here they are! happy together. and then comes along that good ol’ turtle luck.

idk how shredder comes back. it’s not really ever established in the first movie, or maybe i cant remember if he died? or disappeared. but imagine he comes back. some freaky magic (either on purpose or on accident by karai depending on whether you want her to be REALLY bad after her truce in the first movie lol) and suddenly they have shredder back on their tails.

the attack comes so out of left field - imagine they’re just goofing off on a roof with a hosepipe (iykyk) and then BAM leo goes down and raph is yelling his name and there’s panic.

they’ve trained for this, but the attack catches them off guard. they’re not prepared and since they’re still finding their footing as a team again, the foot are able to get the underhand.

mikey is calling out attack ideas but leo, in a panic, isn’t taking on board of what he’s saying. neither is raph and nor is donnie, too focused on the foot, each of the brothers don’t pay much attention to what mikey is suggesting. mikey, growing fustrated as he believes his idea would work, doesn’t get a chance to play any of his plans out after he’s knocked off the roof.

the brothers try and catch him but fail, letting their brother plummet to the street below. before they can go down and get him, the shredder appears (maybe in a crack of lightning lol very dramatic) and leo is like “you????”

they fight with the shredder for a bit, leo barking out orders for one of them to slip away and go grab mike but whenever one of them tries to leave the rooftop, it’s futile, they’re stopped by the foot; made to fight and unable to reach their brother to see if he’s alright.

then, just as fast as they appeared, the foot and shredder disappear. leo thinks it’s odd, but now that the foot are out of the way, they’re rushing down to make sure mikey is alright only to realise… he’s gone.

mask, nunchucks and cell phone (for the purpose of donnie not being able to track him) all left behind, it slowly dawns on them what’s happened.

it then switches perspectives of mikey who’s slowly waking up in some cage. unsure of where he is, we see Karai stroll in, looking torn.

she tells mikey something along the lines of “i didn’t want it to have to be this way but you must understand my loyalty to the foot comes before whatever promise i made to you.”

mikey is confused like “who even are you lady? where am I?”

and karai, realising what’s happened reports back to shredder like “uh yeah he’s lost his memory i think” and shredder is like “okay. change of plans”

(he originally kidnapped one of the turtles to draw the rest of them + splinter to him but now he’s having Evil Thoughts)

so he goes to mikey like “um yes you’re a sad lonely mutant. your family didn’t want you, i saved you”

mikey tries to remember but can only recollect the last hazy memories where his brothers weren’t listening to him so he’s like “it must be true?”

ANYWAY the boys are panicking because they need to get to mikey and they’re sure it’s a trap but they don’t care cos they beat shredder before, they’ll do it again but they’re pretty taken aback when they realise getting into foot hq isn’t as easy as they though if shredder was just trying to lure them in. so like. what is his plan with mikey?

meanwhile shredder is training mike with a new pair of chucks, a black mask, he’s feeding him lies about how his family had no faith in him or wanted him in their team. mikey distresses that even if it’s true, he doesn’t want to harm anyone.

and shredder is like “oh yeah no we’re not about that here. we have honour”

meanwhile karai is unsure whether it’s a good idea what he’s doing or not. of course she’s part of the foot but in the shredders absence she was shaping it into something else and so she confronts shredder and this pisses him off and so he starts Plotting.

meanwhile the boys and splinter are making plans to get mikey back and so they sneak in to the foot hq one night, and shredder can see right through their plan but he lets them in (to which again leo is like. this is too easy something is wrong)

it’s then that shredder kills Karai (sorry karai) and shredder alerts mikey like “look what they did!! these monsters have no honor killing my Karai in her sleep like this! we have to avenge her!!”

and mikey doesn’t want to have to kill but he believes in putting his family first so he vows to avenger his “sister”.

so he goes up against leo raph and don who all are trying to get him to snap out of it once they realise what’s happening but mikey has already been warned by shredder that they might pull those kinds of tricks to get him to go with them.

basically they fight and whatever and it goes back and forth between them all, and eventually we have another rainy rooftop scene because they’re my favourite and it’s down to leo and mikey now and mikey is like “you don’t want me! shredder appreciates me!” and leo is like “he doesn’t he’s just USING you!!” mikey is torn and confused because he’s pretty sure his memories are slowly coming back.

leo apologies to mikey for not listening to him before. he apologises for putting him in danger and for the whole situation so far and then so do raph and donnie from where they’re sprawled out from where mike kicked their asses lol

and then just as mikey is about to switch sides, shredder comes out of nowhere and smacks him across the roof and leo is PISSED

all three brothers go back against shredder and they’re failing when suddenly mikey gets back up, the knock on his head giving him his memories back (because movie logic) and this time when he gives his directions and plans, they listen and execute it and they’re able to beat shredder :3

UH yeah that’s it. they go home and eat pizza and give their brother a big fat hug and it’s very happy and nothing bad ever happens to them again.

i literally made this up as a i went along so it’s missing characters and not that good but that’s just personally the kind of thing i’d like to see. idk lemme know your thoughts :)