#sion drabbles

[markiemelon]

text with bf!sion where reader is jaehee’s bestie and always talking how cute the other members are bc the reader adores them sm

BF TEXTS WITH SION [AS JAEHEE’S BESTIE]

🍈: hi anon! loved this rq! hope it turned out okay

genre. fluff, crack

pairings. sion x gn!reader

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[00127am]

signed with love and forever yours, sion

postage. oh sion & gn! reader, no warnings! cost to ship. 588 words

it's the one year anniversary of the forty-second time i saw you. the time at the wharf. when the wind was blowing your hair back out of your face and you clutched your friends jacket tighter around your shoulders. a jacket i wish was mine. a jacket that i later found to wish was my embrace. it was cold that day, raining and with a wind that was quick to kick up the smell of salt from the ocean. you said it was your favorite weather. your favorite smell. sea salt and rain. my favorite everything is you.

if i told sakuya or ryo about the forty-second time i saw you, i'm sure they would do nothing but tease. laugh at the fact that i know each and every moment spent with you, those before our relationship (like the forty-second), those in the interim (the sixtieth), and those after (like the ninety-third). they would say it's cheesy and that there is no way that i can remember every encounter. but i do, when it comes to you. because if i didn't, if i couldn't, then i'm not sure that there would be much else worth remembering.

i've always been forgetful. you know this. constantly grabbing my keys and turning off the lights from each room i enter (each room that i forget why i'm in in the first place). and i hate it. you know this as well. because i find it cruel that we can forget things so easily. i hate forgetting beautiful things. i hate forgetting you. and that's why every second spent with you, thinking about you, is committed to perfect recollection. so i'll never have to forget the most beautiful part of my life and you won't hold the responsibility of reminding me (though you do remind me with every thing you do).

i'm looking forward to seeing you. our two hundred and ninetieth time meeting. and i pity everyone else who fails to cement every moment spent with you. because i revisit them all.

about sion's love letters.

sion's letters are carefully planned with clear, elegant cursive and tidy breaks in paragraphs. he writes them slowly, thoughtfully, in one sitting from start to finish. there's the rare spelling mistake or misuse of a word which he scribbles out, the only flaw on the page. every prose reads sweet, lovingly, and you can hear it in his voice. from his lovesick lilt to the low roll of his vowels from the back of his throat.

he writes in a diary, circling around and underneath fawning, preserved flowers and sparse junk that he presses in between the pages. items and scraps from his daily life that only he would be able to make so beautiful, sticking to the creases of the pages and hanging off ever word. when he sends them to you, he sends you the entire book so that you can read his latest entry (and the five or seven which came before it, additionally new, because he can't seem to stop writing for you).

sion's always looking forward to when you send it back to him. he loves your scribbled drawings and notes within the margins. the way you highlight certain phrases of his and fill at least three pages with all of your endearing love in return. he looks forward to flipping through the things you added, whether that be a bookmark, an order tab, or a candy wrapper. his diary is filled with pieces of love from both you and him, his most prized possession.

your mailbox

🧾 © 00127am 2024

[nothingofvaluewaslost]

6. Scars

A Knights of the Old Republic II drabble, based on cut content. The initial concept for the Darth Sion battle was to have Atton fight Sion, with the implication that if Atton lost, Sion would strap Atton down and replicate all his scars on him.

For @blackrosesandwhump's "Lab Whump" drabble challenge.

Content note: torture; gore.

If Atton opens his mouth now, he will scream, or plead.

Sion goes close up, sizing up his cheek. It feels suitable: either his face – his eyes –, his hands, or his chest. More intimate. Atton gazes into his owner’s face, thinking he’s located the scar. This is his mirror now.

The blade flows through his skin. Blood deluges over his gums and teeth. He feels the tone of his cheek giving, the fasciae of muscles separated beyond knitting.

Sion rocks back from his first caress. Atton gasps, over and over, his own breath cutting him.

“A thousand times that.”

THE END

[bbina]

played stardew valley yesterday…. got me thinking of sion again 💔

[minimultiestfandoms]

˜”*°• *.* ˜”*°• ! nct wish masterlist ! •°*”˜ *.* •°*”˜

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| Headcanons |

NCT WISH As Boyfriends (solo headcanons)

Sion | Riku | Yushi | Jaehee | Ryo | Sakuya

Nothing Yet!

| Reactions |

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| Fake Texts |

boyfriend text with nct wish!

| Drabbles |

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| Series |

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| Timestamps |

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[yandere-wishes]

hi hi I saw your revan fics and omfg I am ur biggest fan at the moment, I've been hyperfixated on that man for YEARS!!! please never stop writing for him ilysm 😭❤️

Aahh, thank u so much!! My Revan fics get like zero traction so I'm always shocked when someone mentions them.

Revan really is a man to fawn over, he is so flawed and perfect at the exact same time!! I love writing for him SM cause he can be so dark yet so caring and gentle all in one go. He's utterly in love and wants only the best for you but it's his pride that blinds him to what really is good for you.

BTW here are some Revan tiktoks that I'm obsessed with and think you might like Anon:

This is just something I wanted to talk about, so I apologize if it's random.

But I really want to write Revan in a poly fic. maybe with Malak or Tenebrae. Or heck why not just do Revan, Malak, Sion, and Nihulis and write it off as they are 'brothers' cause they have the same master and are now all in obsessive love with the same person

On another note maybe in the future, I'll end up writing some drabbles for Revan, Malak, Sion, and Nihilius (separately). I've yet to play KOTOR but all the evil guys are just so hot and I love all of them very much ~💜

[wispyxjae]

i'm still alive guys...... currently working on a sion drabble that has 2.5k words so far... it was supposed to be short but i got carried away..... hang on in there besties it's coming soon i Swear.

also, i've added a wip section on my pinned post that i'll try to update whenever i'm writing something so you guys aren't left in the complete dark..... pls bear with me besties (˚ಥ﹏ಥ)ง

[lalisaswritings]

Masterlist

Quick info: under-aged members will not have anything romantic or smutty written about them no matter what!

fluff

smut

angst

Trapped (series coming soon)

NCT

Nsfw links #1

Nsfw links #2

Johnny:

Drabble #1

Taeyong:

(nothing yet...)

Yuta:

(nothing yet...)

Kun:

(nothing yet...)

Doyoung:

(nothing yet...)

Ten:

(nothing yet...)

Jaehyun:

(nothing yet...)

Winwin:

(nothing yet...)

Mark:

(nothing yet...)

Renjun:

(nothing yet...)

Jeno:

(nothing yet...)

Haechan:

(nothing yet...)

Jaemin:

(nothing yet...)

Chenle:

(nothing yet...)

Jisung:

(nothing yet...)

Sion:

(nothing yet...)

Riku:

I Dare You Too… (nsfw links)

Yushi:

(nothing yet...)

Jaehee:

New School pt.1

Ryo:

(nothing yet...)

Sakuya:

(nothing yet...)

TXT

Yeonjun:

(nothing yet…)

Soobin:

(nothing yet…)

Beomgyu:

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Taehyun:

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Huening Kai:

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IVE

Gaeul:

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Yujin:

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Rei:

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Wonyoung:

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Liz:

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Leeseo:

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SHINee

Onew:

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Jonghyun:

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Key:

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Minho:

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Taemin:

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Stray Kids

Bangchan:

(nothing yet...)

Lee Know:

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Changbin:

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Hyunjin:

(nothing yet...)

Han:

(nothing yet...)

Felix:

(nothing yet...)

Seungmin:

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I.N:

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[wonyushi]

⤷ 𝓦ISHIES ( NAVIGATION … ) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

for ncity’s future! ⭑𓂃

index. fluff ( 🍥 ) .ᐟ.ᐟ angst ( 🖤 ) .ᐟ.ᐟ smau ( 📱 ) .ᐟ.ᐟ written ( 📝 ) .ᐟ.ᐟ series ( 📚 ) .ᐟ.ᐟ drabble ( ✉️ ) .ᐟ.ᐟ reactions ( 💬 )

‣ OH SION .ᐟ

⤷ nothing here yet!

‣ MAEDA RIKU .ᐟ

⤷ nothing here yet!

‣ TOKUNO YUSHI .ᐟ

⤷ dear my angel ( 🍥 ; 📱 )

‣ KIM JAEHEE .ᐟ

⤷ nothing here yet!

‣ HIROSE RYO .ᐟ

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‣ FUJINAGA SAKUYA .ᐟ

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‣ OT6 .ᐟ

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© wonyushi .ᐟ.ᐟ

[mejaemin]

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seventeen - jeonghan/pfu

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[markiemelon]

honestly idk if you write anything except smau ( sorry i jst find out abt your blog ) but can you write something with sion ( nct wish ) x absolutely whipped head over heels reader who adores everything he does and he’s always shy because of that ( you can also write a yushi version too 💗💗 )

can’t help myself

genre. fluff, crack

pairings. sion x whipped gn!reader

11:11 am ੈ☆˳

you stood just outside the door of the dance studio, peeking into where sion and his members were practicing. dancing is truly his element, and you loved seeing him so passionate about it. after a bit, they wrapped it up and the guys left one by one, greeting you casually on their way out.

saying you’re obsessed with sion would be an understatement. it took everything in you to stop yourself from running in there and jumping onto your boyfriend, but you hate seeing couples get all touchy in front of everyone.. so with that in mind, you patiently waited for everyone to leave before running up behind sion and wrapping your arms around his back. “i missed you.” you squeezed him as tightly as you could.

hearing you say you missed him made him laugh a bit; it really hadn’t been that long.. but he was flattered, to say the least.

you noticed your reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of you. you could see your arms wrapped around him, and your head peeking over his shoulders. your stomach fluttered with butterflies, it was like a scene from a drama.

“i was watching you dance.” you smiled.

“oh. really?” he smiled back, and you could tell he felt embarrassed.

“yeah. you did so well.” you hugged him closer, if that was even possible.

he was caught off guard by your compliment, and you giggled at the way he desperately searched for the words to say in response. he just nodded bashfully, hoping you’d change the subject.

you pinched his cheek to relieve your cuteness aggression. “you’re so cute. i love you.”

it wasn’t hard for you to be honest with sion. saying “i love you” came naturally when you were around him. sion, however, was always left a blushing mess. your confident demeanor made him crumble.

sion turned to face you. you looked at him, eyes wandering over his features, admiring every single detail. when he shyly turned away, he noticed the grocery bag in your hand. “what’s in the bag?” he pointed. “oh. i brought you food!” you remembered, excited to show him. his flustered laugh was adorable. “you didn’t have to do that..” he brought his palm up to the nape of his neck.

“don’t be silly.” you nudged him. “you have to eat a lot after you dance like that.” you grabbed his wrist and led him out of the room to where a couch and table were.

after arranging the snacks on the coffee table, sion sat proudly before all the options. “which one do you want?” he presented two sandwiches to you.

"both are for you," you told him, not paying any attention to the food, instead focusing on evening out the way his fringe framed his forehead, ruffling his bangs in front of his eyes. sion flinched slightly at the unexpected touch. "you should eat something too..." he urged, his voice gentle but insistent.

"i just ate before i got here. so please, help yourself." you gestured politely to the snacks, but he slid one of the sandwiches closer to you anyway. he took a bite, and judging by the way he reacted, it must have been really delicious. “where did you get these?” his eyes widened, inspecting the sandwich. “why is it so good..”

“i’m glad you like it.” you laughed at how cute he sounded, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

sion was quietly enjoying his food until he noticed you still weren’t looking away from him. he stopped chewing. his side-eye gaze flickered with confusion and shyness.. yet you stared back, shamelessly. you quite literally could not look away.

“y/n.” he stuttered. "why are you just staring at me?" his cheeks glowing a light pink.

"can i not look at my boyfriend?" you teased.

"i'm not doing anything special," he tried to hide his growing smile behind another bite of sandwich.

"well don't mind me," you dismissed his concern, your eyelids fluttering with affection.

he tried not to mind you, but it was hard not to.

"stop staring at meee" he eventually pleaded, the flush on his cheeks deepening.

"okay fine. just keep eating. i won't look at you." you playfully turned your head the other way to make him feel better… but of course, you discretely turned to look at him again. it only took a second for him to catch you peeking, so you quickly looked away, making you scoff at how ridiculous this situation was.

he tried to keep chewing but he had to smile. “stop!!!” he whined, mouth full. the sight of him, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, made you giggle more.

“sorry, sorry.” you catch your breath from laughing. “i just can’t help myself.”

HI ANON I LOVE THIS REQUEST! TYSM 🫶🏼 I hope you like it! Also yeah I don’t just do smau! normally I just write LOL

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[fae-renjun]

📂 COMING SOON TO THE LIBRARY ― my works in progress

❀ currently ongoing: opposite sides of the camera (ending soon) & mistaken for strangers (starting soon)

❀ 'bout to fall for you -> kim leehan x fem!reader -> oneshot

you find yourself in trouble when your friend (who you're attracted to, but you would never admit that) asks you to fake date him. you were raised on rom-coms & romance books, so the implications of helping him are glaringly obvious to you. will you be destined to fall or destined to fail?

progress: outlining (can be expected may '25 lol)

❀ couldn’t look away even if i wanted -> nicholas wang x fem!reader -> oneshot

synopsis tba. writing for the romance: immortal collab.

progress: not yet started (can be expected mid 2025)

❀ [untitled blah blah high school] -> myung jaehyun x fem!reader -> drabble-ish

myung jae is a pretty cute high school bf :)

progress: not yet started (probably can be expected soon / end 2024)

❀ the problem with boys in bands -> park wonbin x fem!reader -> smau

you’d planned early for your last summer as a college student. you’d bagged an internship in the city and rented an apartment in the area, except...the landlord cancelled on you 4 days before summer. lucky for you, wonbin’s roommate for the summer just bailed on him too. now your problem for the summer is whether or not you can abide by your rule to not fall for boys in bands, including park wonbin.

progress: old fic - REVAMPING!!! (don't expect it for a while it's not a priority atm)

❀ anton lee vs the world -> anton lee x fem!reader -> series

anton really likes you, and you think he’s cute too probably. there’s just one (sorta big) problem: you have seven evil exes that formed a league and refuse to let you date anyone else. now, the loser guitarist has to fight all seven of your evil exes to the death just to go on a date with you—can he do it? (inspired by scott pilgrim vs the world)

progress: intro post ready, writing not yet started (don't expect it for a while it's not a priority atm)

❀ soulsearchers -> bnd x fem!reader/oc(s) -> series of smaus

6 silly boys start a youtube channel and find love (?)

progress: not yet started / planning (depending on how motivated i am you MIGHT get this soon)

❀ also hoping to write for jeno and/or sion eventually

LAST UPDATE: 01.12.24

[adistaktcs-arch]

gale song - the lumineers / @acharnemcnt​

      Never had he foreseen the visage of stars — 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 — to be a sordid sight. Billions of lives, of which did not belong to him, ran amuck amongst privilege and squalor. Each chugged on without a second thought, a routine of insolence engraved in each soul. He wondered, could not help it, if the subject of his affections laid as he did, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Or had he been pressured into convincing himself his emotions had not existed. Had he lived on? Sion knew the answer was a curt, indisputable yes. Light years and Durasteel walls apart, there inked in black within his heart the name of one abhorrently parted. The idea of those lips against his neck, pink and soft as the petal of a rose; the recollection of nothing but deftly intellectual conversation, frantic gestures of the hand as they attempted to justify themselves to one another. Sickly with opinions for their distance, he suppressed the jarring thought, hands gripping the metal of a wine chalice. As he sipped dry wine, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢. A natural occurrence of the body, expected, precedented, less so would it have been if it was not. What was not, had been the content he held for him. The fire of his hair, cannonball arms lean as a switch, a tongue like a whip his enemies aboard the flogging post. Dearly he held him to his heart, coughing up the blood which whispered through his veins, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 . An anomaly, one he knew not the cause but feared if he did he would no longer let himself succumb. Perhaps he should dissect the thoughts that raged akin to a storm, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤. To refuse them access later. But forgetfulness was never a skill of his. 

��     Did he fall apart as Sion did now? Had they not been destiny, Sion may have long forgotten of him. A lick — a mere morsel — 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣. Exhaust took hold of his hand, stroked it as someone else once had. Fingers of a memory dig into his skin, the taste of acid in the back of his throat as he sought sourly evocation of something enraging. To 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 was for naught. He could not if he tried. For nearly five years, he had tried. 

      He loathed in solemn silence as he nursed his wine, a bottle nearing on empty, the energy from a day’s work exploited into drunken haze. He had heard his name, not the first time in five years, but the first time since the death of his father. He had flinched. 𝘼 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, the dying smile and wrinkling brow of red. Consumed in rapid succession by the success he had amounted, unrealizing of the dawning loathing boarding the other’s heart. One so powerful yet so fragile, 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 

      What a frangible little thing, the heart. 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. Breaking with the tap of a hammer, shattering into millions of misinterpretations of what it once resembled. It was now that he fell apart, heart broken, 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧. Glass he did not wish to pick up.

      There was a new ache, one he 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤. 

      He prayed. ❝  ​When you say my name, may it never give you pain.  ❞   

[originlist]

“There is not a single member of Chaldea’s staff anywhere in the base, let alone the Command Room. Even my Servant, Captain, is gone. We are the only ones left.”

It’s bad news, of course. To anyone! There’s no one who would hear that and react casually, even one who’s used to mysterious happenstances. It’s not... unreasonable for Ritsu to have a moment of flat-out terror. The certainty that things are wronger than Sion’s words would imply. Ritsu’s shoulders tense back and they freeze for a moment eyes wide and locked staring through Sion, fists clenched white-knuckled.

We are the only ones left.

Everyone is gone. “E...veryone? How...?” It’s the most strained Sion would have ever heard them. They shift, relaxing their fists just to rub one hand over the other wrist, over the faint heat of Robin’s Command Seals. The Seals are still there, but Robin isn’t. So he’s not... gone.

We are the only ones left.

Ritsu forces themselves to relax in posture (everyone’sgoneeveryone’sgoneeveryone’sgonegonegonegonegone), and look at Mash instead. Sion keeps talking, even-toned, and mentions something about Rayshifts. “Mash.” Sion pauses, Mash nods. “Don’t leave my sight, okay?”

Mmh? What losses have piled in the meantime, have I missed your mourning?

“JESUS fucking--!” “Senpai?”

Recover from that heart attack first. Ritsu wheezes, a hand clutching their shirt. God. They forgot about that, someone else’s voice still echoing idly in their brain, the tone of having just woken up from an extended nap. At least getting taken by surprise snapped them out of looping the words alone in their head. They wave their free hand at Mash. “It’s fine. Sorry, this idiot--” The idiot they’re referring to is them, actually, forgetting they’re fucking haunted. Who forgets that!

At least being haunted pulls the amount of people here up to a solid ‘two Ritsu has bonded with enough to be reassured by’, which means that their very pressing fear of going from one close friend to none in their vicinity has been removed by a step. And removed means they can deal with it. “Thanks. You’re up, too-- not you Mash, the other one here--” (they tap their sternum. No need to use names and remind Mash that their current sole backup is ‘unresolved Beast of Humanity-class’) “Please stay awake. And Mash... you and Sion? Just. Neither of you get too far from me. I don’t want whoever took everyone figuring out how to pick us off.”

A sigh, Ritsu straightening up and dragging their hand over their face. “Sorry, Sion, just... Yeah, alright, let me know what you got.” This... could very well end up a fucking nightmare.

So long as the situation doesn’t get described with ‘everyone’s gone’ again....

[askdragonbladetalon]

[fic] RIVEN: An Eulogy

When a hero dies, a country mourns. 5 reactions to Riven's death, feat Talon, Kat, Cass, Trifarix and Black Rose.

i.

They still tell stories of her after her death.

Every second soldier in the Noxian army swears that they’ve served with her or that they know someone who has. Riven, they say, was the heart of Noxus. The Trifarix are Might, Guile and Vision but Riven was the Noxus’ Heart. Riven was the best of what Noxus could be and Riven died fighting for Noxus, just like any true Noxian should aspire to.

Talon hears these stories in every bar, in every barracks. Women wield swords larger than themselves and men tattoo themselves with runes in her honor. The runes on her sword are sacrosanct; what they mark themselves with are the runes for ‘riven’, spelled out one letter at a time.

‘Riven’, Talon knows, means to split apart violently. He does not think it is something that should be tattooed onto flesh. It feels too much like an invitation.

Their tattoos glow, pale green-blue, and Talon thinks of the Shadow isles and their slow, creeping corruption of flesh.

He does not say it but he thinks that they are calling the wrong god.

ii.

Katarina paces restlessly around the rooms of the Du Couteau mansion. The click-click of her heels sounds like the gunshots fired at Riven’s state funeral; her fists are clenched, her jaw tight and when Talon enters, she whirls on him like he personally called the strike down on Riven.

“She shouldn’t have died like that,” Katarina spits, shaking from the force of a fury that has nowhere to spend itself. Her eyes are green as Singed’s toxins, far more green than the runes of Riven’s swords, and they bore into Talon. “She was the symbol of Noxus, the Heart of Noxus. What will the Ionians think of us – what will the Demacians think?!”

Talon shrugs and watches Katarina’s hands. He knows these moods. She’ll draw a knife soon and throw it either at him or the mirror. He doesn’t understand why she’s so angry with herself for Riven’s death, but he does understand that being quiet is safer.

Nonetheless, he asks, “What did Riven think of us as she died?”

iii.

“If I had the body, I could revive her,” Vladimir suggests in the council.

Swain steeples his long fingers together and smiles coldly at the hemomancer, a crow’s cluck coming from his teeth. “Because your magic fared so well with Sion?”

“Sion had been dead too long.” Vladimir bristles, coat collar jutting up with steel tips that match his claws. “Riven’s far fresher.”

“I think not, Vladimir,” Swain says, resting his hands on the table, “Noxus needs no more monsters made of its heroes.”

“Let her rest in peace,” Darius rumbles from across the table. His words have the impact of mountains moving, the ageless strength and presence that will not be brooked.

LeBlanc, usually Vladimir’s ally, laughs and leans back. “She was growing too popular. What if she decided to turn on Noxus one day? She’d have the support of the people and we can’t afford a civil war.”

Something sparkles in her eyes at the thought, a vulture’s hunger behind a feline’s smile, and Talon shifts his hold on his sword slightly.

iv.

“This is not like my shed scales,” Cassiopeia says as gently as possible as she slithers up to Talon. He’s kneeling not at Riven’s monument, where the masses still leave offering and burn letters to her, but below the tree where the last time Riven was at the Du Couteau grounds, the two of them climbed high and spoke seriously in solitude.

Talon turns and looks up at her, fingers dirty and a small hole scraped into the ground. “What?”

“Remember the first time you saw my shed scales? You thought I’d been killed and skinned. You were so relieved when I came around the corner.” A small smile twitches at Cassiopeia’s lips as she rests a clawed hand on Talon’s head, but then it fades as she keeps talking. “Riven is dead, Talon. Hoping otherwise won’t bring her back.”

“I know,” Talon says, shoulders curving defensively as he bends over his task once more. “I’m not – like those people. I’m not burying a talisman for her safe return.”

“Then what are you burying?” Cassiopeia asks, sharp snake-eyes unable to make out the small item that Talon’s clutching in one hand.

There’s silence for a few seconds, then Talon says, “Her heart.”

He opens his fingers, showing the Crimson Elite crest. “We traded them before she left. It’s a good luck routine – it was supposed to mean she’d come back. But if I die outside of Noxus now, then hers won’t make it back. Assassins don’t get their bodies retrieved. I need to bury it now so she’ll always stay in Noxus.”

v.

A small figure enters his tomb (his prison?). There’s just enough light from the glowing sword to recognize her before the shattered edge drives into his heart. Blood flows from the wound over the sword, dark and congealing, and extinguishes the light.

“Rest now, Sion,” she says as she stands over his dying form. “Your war is won.”

[neutralsapphiic-blog]

what jack probably looks like vs. how i like to make him look