#the au contemplation of a lifetime

[canadianno]

The brain is such an interesting thing actually. Why are my coping mechanisms what they are.... they're not even that bad they're just very strange?? Instead of bullying myself I bully the blorbos.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

Camgirl Ellie AU: Ellie Williams x Fem! reader

Description: Ellie is a broke college student whose options are either selling weed on campus or doing filthy things on live for her mainly female audience. When another famous camgirl joins one of her lives, she is about to have the collab of a lifetime.

Content / Warnings: Femme camgirl reader, headcannon-style fic, explicit content, Jesse and Dina make cameos woah, Ellie is all cute and nervous for the first half, masturbation on camera, fingering & oral sex, use of strap-ons, reader is on receiving end, feminine reader, use of petnames (baby and mamas), breeding kinks, mult. orgasms. Enjoy the ride.

Word Count: 3.3k

★ Camgirl Ellie who is a sophomore in college, so broke and extremely desperate come with the territory. Like, Taco Bell is a luxury broke, and desperate as in she has applied to every job around campus. She even thought about dealing for a while, but as much as she loves a good smoke sesh, she'd rather not risk getting kicked out of school for something as dumb as selling blunts.

★ Camgirl Ellie who laughed when her friend Jesse suggested her being a camgirl.

"Why the fuck would I give old creepy dudes jerk-off material?"

Jesse laughed, grabbing a handful of cheetos from the bag in her hand. "Dude, you wouldn't be doing it for men. I mean, look at you." Jesse took a good, hard look at his friend; the several silver rings across her five fingers, a short-sleeve blue button up layered over a white wife-pleaser, and for god's sake, a pair of jorts that only Ellie could pull off. "You're clearly not for the male gaze."

After much (15 minutes) contemplation, she decided that maybe it'd be fun to get attention from girls and money at the same time.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is actually rather awkward and quiet around girls in the real world, cursing "fuck" under her breath when she sees a pretty girl but just doesn't know how to impress women in a way that doesn't come off as too forward or weird. That being said, she actually likes having a persona online where she can say anything she wants, and she definitely abuses the fact that she is allowed to say anything she truly feels like saying, and women will go crazy for it.

Sitting on her couch, propping up her iphone 11 on the coffee table with a pop socket she got like, 6 years ago so that the fans have a wonderful view of her stroking a strap-on with cheap lube she picked up from her local Walmart. Her bush is slightly peeking out from the harness, and the fans are getting filthy. Not as filthy as camgirl Ellie, though.

"Fuck, feels so good on my clit.." she groans, throwing her head back dramatically.

dykeluvr69 commented: oh my god y'all her happy trail i'm throbbing

wet4williams commented: i wish i could ride that strap

andersonsabs33 commented: mid💀

Ellie squints, anticipating all the thirsty comments, and scoffs at one, her hand jerking away from the silicone shaft for a moment to tell off some random.

"Suck my dick, andersonabs33."

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: me next please!!

★ Camgirl Ellie who doesn't always have to be explicit to even get views. She finds that focusing the camera on her fingers while strumming her guitar can work wonders online. If she has had an exhausting day or is feeling anxious about getting naked in front of an overwhelmingly growing audience, she can always just show off her hands or say sweet things to her fans.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is not a virgin. She's had a few past girlfriends, no casual sex, but is pretty experienced from her long-term relationships. That being said, she never once has considered doing actual sex on camera for money. That changes when another famous (and nearby) camgirl joins her livestream.

Ellie's once again on her couch, two fingers doing figure eights on her clit as the view count rises. She's basically man-spreading to give her girls the best view possible, and not holding back from letting out breathy little groans and loud curses. Her fans go crazy when she has her tits out, so her sports bra is hitched up, her perky tits free and her nipples stiff.

"F-Feels so good, holy shit, wanna cum for my girls so bad," she groans, closing her eyes. Ellie doesn't view real masturbation as anything like her online work; if she were actually to be playing with her pussy all alone with no audience, she'd cum by now. But that doesn't make a profit, no. Longer time is important, and the more she ups the antics, teases her fans, the more comments can come in. The more donations arise and all that good shit.

Ellie teases her entrance with her middle finger, and her eyes flutter open as she eases the digit past her puffy folds.

She reads through the chat to hold out from cumming too quickly.

elliessluttygirl commented: i wish that was my hand playing w ur pussy ellie:(

Ellie smiles, curling her finger and moaning. She smiles lazily. "Yeah, slutty girl..wish it was yours, too."

As she adds a second finger upon the majority request in her comment section, she pauses at the feed.

urfavfemme has joined the livestream. Say hi!

Holy fuck. Ellie hasn't seen your videos, but the pink checkmark on your name means you're verified. Suddenly, Ellie is nervous as hell now. How is she supposed to act now, with some famous, probably fine woman watching her? She swallows and continues bucking up into her palm, but her fingers are slightly shaky now.

urfavfemme commented: ur pussy is so pretty.

Ellie laughs nervously at that. What the fuck is happening? But maybe she can use the situation to her advantage.

" 'urfavfemme', huh? Cute username," she coos, a little breathlessly because now she's getting closer to cumming, her nerves dying down as her fingers massage her sensitive walls. Ellie is so fucked up, she thinks to herself. She doesn't even know what you look like yet, why is she getting so crazed by you complimenting her?

urfavfemme commented: i wanna see that pretty pussy squirt please..

Ellie moans and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it all. She gets dozens of comments just like these, thirsty ass girls drooling to her playing with herself or showing off a strap-on. Why is it that the idea of you, a self-proclaimed 'femme' making these comments is the thing that makes her belly all hot with the familiar ache of true need?

pixiestickpussy commented: holy shit this is so hot

wet4williams commented: is it just me or is smth going on with ellie and this camgirl chick

imonherefortheporn69 commented: i checked out the girl's content she's super hot dude

Ellie's head is spinning at the whole situation. It's overwhelming and she wants to just turn off the camera, but she's so close and getting desperate to cum. It is just so fucking hard when all of her girls are in an uproar over you.

urfavfemme commented: stretch me out on those fingers.

"Oh- Oh, my fucking god!! 'm cumming-" Ellie can barely keep herself from crying out as the waves shoot through her body throughout, a finger covering her clit to extend the orgasm that hits her so deeply. Her fingers are soaked more than usual, juices trickling down her knuckles. Her other palm is massaging over her tits, and for a moment, she forgets she is on camera. Forgets the thousands of people watching her, probably fingering themselves just like her. The though that is usually so overwhelming is forgotten.

Her body is warm, and if she could describe how this nut feels right about now, she'd say it's hot pink. It's light lightning, and for some reason, all she can repeat in her head is "thank you thank you thank you urfavfemme" because seriously, this has been one of the most insane experiences of her life. When she finally comes down, she has to take a few moments to catch her breath.

The aftermath of it all hits her. She did not just cum like she does in private. The usually dramatic orgasms the viewers got are nothing like that, and for what? Some girl she hasn't even seen yet?

The comments are going off, praising her and thirsting like she's never seen before, but she is still panting and flushed on her couch.

urfavfemme has donated $1000.

urfavfemme has left the livestream. Bye!

Ellie is quickly turning off the stream with a half-assed goodbye, and collapsing back onto her couch. She cannot believe that she just lost control like that. Her mind is processing the huge donation, too. A whole thousand is more than she's ever gotten in donations on a single live. How famous are you?

Ellie can't dwell much, because as her body cools down, she realizes how soaked the towel she is sitting on is. Oh, my god. She actually squirted on live.

★ Camgirl Ellie who searches up your username on google a few days following the squirting contest incident, and is soon brought to a url that hits her like a flashbang as soon as it loads on her ancient ass laptop. Her screen is covered in pink, and a pretty white font with your username is front and center. She then sees your face and nearly nuts. You're fucking gorgeous, definitely out of her league.. How are you the same girl that talked her through an intense orgasm over a livestream the other night?

★ Camgirl Ellie who spends the next few hours watching your videos. She has found a new obsession, that's for sure.

She has hearts in her eyes watching you bounce on a fairly-sized dildo suctioned to your floor, helplessly groaning with a hand down her basketball shorts as your pussy swallows the length of the toy. Your moans are what really gets her. You sound like anything but the pornstars she's heard, instead moaning like you're really getting it. And suddenly, Ellie wants to be the one to give it to you.

★ Camgirl Ellie who types out various messages to send to your gmail so conveniently linked on your website until she finally settles on something not too awkward

To: urfavfemme@gmail.com

From: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

Subject: Collab? Dear urfavfemme,

You were in my livestream the other day. I'm Ellie from the camgirl website, and I wanna know if you'd like to collab? (If you're around my area, of course).

Reading it back after she sent it, she sighs. That looks way too fucking professional for a request to do porn together.

★ Camgirl Ellie who anxiously waits for about an hour, not even Borderlands 3 able to distract her before she finally gets an email back.

To: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

From: urfavfemme@gmail.com

Subject: Collab?

Hi!! I'm in Fairview, WY if you're near? I'd love to collab:)

★ Ellie, who is freaking the fuck out now. She hadn't had sex in two years since Dina traumatized her with the worst break-up possible, and you're one of the hottest girls she's ever seen. Plus, she is only an hour away from you.

Jesse laughs when she rants to him about the whole thing.

"So you've got a fine ass girl offering to have sex with you? What's the problem?"

Ellie scoffs and gives him a glare, but there isn't any true malice. "That's the problem, idiot! She is way hotter than me. Plus, I haven't even had any practice in so long. What if I can't make her cum? What if I embarrass myself on live in front of both of our fan-"

"C'mon man, you gotta get out of your head about this. Does she seem nice?"

Ellie nods.

Jesse sighs, and slightly softens his tough-love look. "Look, she is probably just as nervous as you are. Give yourself a break, and go have fun with the pretty femme girl."

★ Camgirl Ellie who shows up at your apartment a little earlier than she meant to. She didn't mean to speed, but she was nervous on the road, anxiously tapping the steering wheel.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is greeted by you in a robe and what she assumes is going to be either nothing or lingerie underneath. That makes her heart beat even faster. She feels like she's gonna puke from how nervous she is, you're even more gorgeous up close.

★ Camgirl Ellie who takes in your bedroom compared to her own small apartment's bedroom. You've got posters covering your walls of various artists like PinkPantheress and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts; your bedsheets match your whole feminine vibe, and you have a whole camera set up with a stand. There's a box with a harness and different sizes of dildos inside of it. All of this is making Ellie even more nervous, like, shit her pants nervous.

You seem to take notice of her nerves, because you have clear concern on your face as you guide her to sit on your bed.

"You okay, Ellie?" voice so sweet and soothing, it could make her heart stop.

"Yeah..I'm okay.." she sighs, and anxiously chews on her lip, "I'm just like, me.. and you're super hot and all-"

Ellie's self-doubt is choked off when you cup her face, leaning in. "Do you know why I donated?"

"Why?" Ellie sounds shaky, a little confused on where this is going.

You give her a sweet smile, your glossy lips catching the ceiling light. You lean in even closer so that you can speak quietly, intimately. "I thought that you were easily one of the hottest camgirls I've ever seen on the website."

Ellie's eyebrows shoot up at that. "No fuckin' way you think that.."

Your smile doesn't falter, and you lean in even closer. "I do. I want you to fuck me, Ellie."

★ Camgirl Ellie who didn't know how passionately one could eat a pussy until she got a taste of yours. With the camera all set up and the live on, viewers roll in quickly at the promise of a collab between their two favorite lesbian camgirls. Ellie never forgot about the camera when it came to her solo steams, but you just have an effect on her that makes her head dizzy and her pussy throb, and all of a sudden she has her tongue deep in your wet pussy, alternating between tonguing your holes and tasting your clit. You're sprawled out on your bed, completely naked with Ellie between your thighs, and your moans are even louder than usual. They're angelic sounds that make the comments roll in like crazy.

dykeluvr69 commented: ellie eats pussy like a madman and i am so jealous rn

andersonabs33 commented: she's too sloppy with it, slow tf down girl.

This time, Ellie is far too blissed out devouring you to even pull away and tell the troll to fuck off.

"Mmmph, pussy tastes so fuckin' good.." You can't make out her muffled declaration, but the vibrations on your clit have you creaming for her.

Your pussy just sings for her. Three orgasms in, and she hasn't even used the strap she's wearing yet. She wants to savor every soft whimper you make when she nibbles on your neck before making out with you, tongue shoving into your mouth so that you can take your own perfect pussy on her tongue.

★ Camgirl Ellie whose fingers curl inside of you relentlessly, pumping into you, coaxing out orgasms like it's nothing. To her though, it is truly everything. You cry like you're pleading for her to never stop. It feels like hours that she's been tending to the perfect cunt you've got between your legs, and she doesn't know where she even learned half of the shit she's done. It isn't too hard to please you when she craves your sounds, though. She craves the feeling of your thighs squeezing the apples of her cheeks, making her lightheaded.

★ Camgirl Ellie who saves best for last, finally rubbing girthy silicone against your clit, making you whine in the process. That sound goes straight to her clit.

She grins with a newfound confidence, one she think that she has been given from a witchy ritual or something, not lesbian camgirl sex.

"You want me to fuck you good, baby? Fuck you 'till you squirt on my dick like you made me squirt?"

"Please, fuck, Ellie..." You're babbling nonsense at this point, legs spread wide and knees almost to your ears at you nearly sob for her dick.

"C'mon mamas, I wanna hear you beg for me." She taps the tip against your clit repeatedly, holding you down by the back your thighs to keep you from trying to squirm for more.

"Please, Ellie!! Fuck me, make me cum. I want your dick."

Ellie groans as she finally parts your soaked folds with the tip, sinking into your heat slowly as to not hurt you, but she soon finds that your walls are just swallowing her completely. All that foreplay must've really paid off.

★ Camgirl Ellie who practically goes from a nervous wreck to a pornstar in a matter of minutes, because she insists that she can feel how tight you are around her huge dick.

"Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you scream my name." She manhandles your legs around her waist so that she can hold your hips while she pounds into you, creating a whole bonfire of heat in your pussy.

"Feel you so deep in me, Ellie!" You almost break when she starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Yeah? Gonna make you feel me in your tummy, mamas. Gonna put a baby in you." Where in the hell did that come from? You both roll with it, if not getting even more riled up by the idea of Ellie cumming in you and knocking you up.

"Please, Ellie. 'm g-gonna cum for you-" before you can finally have your orgasm, it's ripped away as she pulls out of you. You can't even protest or make a loud whine before Ellie is flipping you onto your stomach, frantic to tuck one of your pink pillows underneath your tummy. She lines back up with your sloppy hole, slamming back into it to earn herself an actual sob from you.

You cry into the pillow, not from pain at all. No, this is probably one of the best fucks you've ever had in your life. Ellie doesn't start slow again but rather pistons her hips into yours, bony hips slamming into the fat of your ass upon each thrust until you finally get the intense orgasm you need.

"Pleaseknockmeup-" you cum with a broken cry, a couple euphoric tears streaming down your face. Your poor bedsheets, all soaked from you and Ellie's pussies and your tears. At this angle with the pillow raising you, you believe you can truly feel Ellie all up in your stomach. The waves are more like knots of a rope being snapped in half deep inside of you, and Ellie only keeps you riding the pleasure with her little sloppy grunts audible behind you.

Ellie groans as the friction to her own clit is vastly more intense with each grind to meet your body, and now she is humping your ass to get herself off. After she cums with a "gonna fucking cum in this pussy", she goes limp on top of you, her sweaty body covering yours, her tits pressed against your back in a way that is more comforting than arousing now.

★ Camgirl Ellie and you who entirely forget about the live and fall asleep in your bed together, snuggled up with you the big spoon, and the cum-coated strap on thrown somewhere across the room. Your bodies are flush against each other and your hands are wrapped around Ellie’s stomach, holding her closely.

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: aw this is actually kind of cute

pixiestickpussy commented: i wanna be sandwiched between them wtf

limpbizkitsbitch commented: ts gonna be awkward when they wake up

andersonabs33: quit being a miserable bitch

limpbizkitsbitch: ironic coming from you🌝

andersonabs33 has left the live. Bye!

[blissfullyapillow]

┃It’s always you

₊˚⊹♡Jing Yuan x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡‎wc: 2,357~

₊˚⊹♡warnings: suicide (reader), angst with a happy ending, death & rebirth, soulmate au type beat 

₊˚⊹♡notes: I’ve been obsessing over Blade lately but Jing Yuan remains to be the OG lmao. On a serious note: I rediscovered the song Back 2 You by Selena Gomez during a time of emotional turmoil and.. voila.  I originally wasn’t going to upload this. I was gonna scrap it or just keep it for me, for personal use, but I decided to post it after I revised it. I wrote this for personal reasons I will not delve into, but I hope this helps someone else as much as it helped me. You’re loved, and there’s always someone out there who will listen, understand, and love you. I promise. ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

₊˚⊹♡Main Masterlist

Jing Yuan’s experienced many relationships before, ranging from platonic to romantic in nature.

Yet the end of said relationships failed to pierce his heart as deeply as his heartbreak for you.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

He still remembers that day vividly.

Your slumped figure sitting in a pool of your own blood, with a letter loosely held in your cold hands.

The rest of the scene became a blur, as his vision became clouded with tears.

a rare occurrence for a man like Jing Yuan.

He partly blamed himself, even though he knew your actions weren’t a reflection or a result of his own actions or feelings.

his heart lurched as a broken sob racked his trembling form. Still, he gently removed the beautiful parchment from your lifeless hand to scour your last words.

your written declaration of love and gratitude, for him, brought a self-deprecating smile to his lips. Your words are so powerful and moving, yet your body lay lifeless before him.

He takes a shuddering breath as his eyes slowly trail up your slumped figure. his fingers curl around your letter as his heart stops.

The sight of a dagger plunged deeply into your chest, directly into your heart, is all it takes for his soul to cry in agony.

His throat constricts, and his lungs fail to adequately exchange oxygen, yet…

He refuses to look away; he does not dare to tear his eyes away from the love of his life, even in her demise.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Jing Yuan never hid from the public eye. Even with the tragic, countless losses his heart continued to endure, he never resided in solitude for long.

…

Your death was the first time he remained in seclusion.

He knows you belong to the Vidyadhara, a humanoid race, so your body will be repaired.

but..

Your memories of him, of the time you two spent together, will not remain.

He doesn’t even know if he’ll encounter you again in his lifetime, but the possibility is high.

So, he waits.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

After Jing Yuan’s long period of seclusion following your death, he resumed work.

On a particularly slow day Fu Xuan stopped by to see the general of the Luofu. She knew of your fate, and although she was loath to admit it she was concerned for the general.

When she saw that lazy smile on his lips, she almost chided herself for being worried.

That is, until she realized his smile didn't meet his eyes.

She entertained small talk with the general as contemplated how to broach her concerns with the grief-stricken general. As the conversation slowly trailed off, she steeled herself. 

The Master Diviner braced herself for backlash as she gave the general unsolicited advice… albeit from the goodness of her heart; the general is a sloth at times, much to her annoyance, but she truly did wish him well. 

So, with that in mind, she cautioned him that if he were to meet your reincarnation he should not engage and move on.

Even as his lazy smile morphed into a deep rooted frown, she continued on. She informed him that there’s no guarantee your fate will differ from your past life, even if you two reunite.

Although Fu Xuan’s words struck a nerve, he knew she was coming from a good place.

After a brief farewell he watched her retreating figure. He considered her advice despite his reluctance. 

Though it pained him to admit it, her words were not ill advised. 

Maybe.. he should try to move on.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

He tried to heed Fu Xuan’s warning.. in his own way. 

He attempted another relationship, but shortly broke it off.

He deemed it a fruitless endeavor since his thoughts were filled with you as he was lying beside someone else. He’d hate to be inauthentic, so he did what was best for him and his brief companion.

It feels like millennia pass by as he moves through the motions. His duties as general serve as a welcome distraction for his desolate heart. 

Now, his droopy eyes rove over words that seemingly blur together as he reaches the end of the document. Once his signature is elegantly signed on the bottom of the document, he leans back in his seat to indulge in a brief moment of rest.

His sleep addled brain immediately thinks of you, as it usually does.

He reminisces about his very first encounter with you. 

He had made a visit to a bookstore with hopes of finding an engaging book that could be a much needed distraction from work.

Preferably, a book about cats.

He took his time to scan the vast array of books the store had to offer. His eyes lit up with unbridled joy as he found what he was looking for. 

He reached for the book, but before he could grasp it someone bumped into him from behind. When he turned around, there you were.

Your eyes were glazed over. It was obvious you were daydreaming about something and your mind was elsewhere. It took a few moments, but your eyes came into focus. 

As your anxious orbs stared into his eyes, he winked at you.  

He laughed at your flustered reaction; you began to apologize profusely as you tried to look anywhere but at him.

He didn’t know it at the time, but he would grow fond of your clumsy actions. 

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Subconsciously, a smile forms on his lips as he remembers the adorable smile you graced him with when he dismissed your apologies. 

In contrast to his smile, a pained sigh leaves his lips. He’s struggling to recall the name of the bookstore.

After you died he avoided going anywhere near that bookstore. He physically couldn’t handle walking down that path, that same path you used to always accompany him on.

To those close to him, it was fairly obvious that your death impacted him greatly. Unfortunately they could only do so much to alleviate their general’s heartache.

Jing Yuan hated Yanqing’s blatant concern when he purposely took the long way back to his office. Even so, Jing Yuan continued to avoid the route all together, for many years. 

He evades it to this day.

He forces his heavy eyes to open, staring at nothing as he tries to snuff his beautiful memories of you.

…

….

He slowly puts the signed document down with a despondent groan. 

It’s no use.

For some reason, he can’t stop thinking about that bookstore.

…it feels like he’s forgetting something important.

His mind reels as he desperately tries to recall the name of the bookstore. His eyebrows crease in concentration once the name of the bookstore is on the tip of his tongue. 

Come on Jing Yuan, it shouldn’t take you this long to- 

Ah, he remembers now.

Jing Yuan looks down at the paper as he mindlessly fiddles with it. He doesn’t know why, but he feels compelled to visit the bookstore once more after so many years. However, with every fiber of his being, he tries to quell the urge. His finger taps against his knee as his leg bounces. 

He detests how easily he wants to give in. 

He’s avoided the store for years, so why does he-

…

Wait. 

He shoots up from his seat.

He’s quick to scan the document he signed until he finds the date. Once his eyes land on their target, he feels the air leave his lungs like someone punched him. 

Ah.

It’s the day you…

He takes a sharp intake of breath. His knee resumes bouncing as his heart pounds against his chest.

He moves abruptly, heading for the door. 

Some papers flutter off his desk due to his erratic movements. He pays no mind to the wayward documents as he swiftly leaves his office.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Jing Yuan finds himself walking down a road he hasn’t set eyes on in years. The esteemed man admires laughing children and busy salespeople as he walks down the familiar path.

It feels like a weight is lifted from his chest as he continues to walk. A tentative smile reaches his lips as he draws closer to the bookstore.

His heart threatens to burst from his chest as the sign comes into view so he stops walking to take a deep breath. 

He closes his eyes and centers himself. 

He focuses on the sounds of life around him; His trained ears pick up the sound of laughter, of footsteps that rush past him, of a baby babbling… 

Once he’s composed himself he completes his journey to the bookstore.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Honestly, he’s fond of this bookstore. It is where he first met you after all.

He leisurely peruses the books in stock as he smiles at the seller. They gaze at him curiously with a tentative smile in silent reply. They’re obviously surprised that the General of the Cloud Knights is here to pay a visit to their bookstore. 

He scans the selection one more time. When he doesn’t find anything of interest, he says his farewell to the shop owner. 

He did what he came here to do. He’s proud of himself for walking down this route after so much time has passed. He feels the best he ever has in years.

This was a healing experience for him. 

He turns around, ready to return to the many documents that await his approval and revision. He unwittingly bumps into someone during his haste, and blood rushes to his cheeks as he quickly apologizes.

The person stumbles backwards, but he’s quick to reach out and steady them. His eyes quickly scan the figure as he opens his mouth to apologize once again, and..

Oh.

Oh my.

The words die in his throat.

His heart leaps out of his chest and into the hands of the beautiful person in front of him.

You.

 He knows it’s you; your pretty features are permanently engraved in his memory.

Your expression is one of surprise, yet a subconscious smile, reminiscent of a past life, graces your beautiful lips.

His mouth parts in shock as his skin runs cold. He releases you to subtly wipe his clammy hands on his pants.

He regrets letting go of you immediately.

Your head tilts as you stare at him, and an ethereal smile presents itself on your lips.

The same lips he dreams about every night. 

The same lips he achingly yearns to kiss once more. 

He instinctively tilts his body in your direction. 

“General!? It’s a pleasure to meet you! Am I in your way? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

His Adam's Apple bops as he tunes out the rest of your words. His eyes remain zeroed in on your lips. They only look up when your lips stop moving. 

Golden eyes blatantly admire the sparkle of amusement in your gorgeous orbs.

He longs to pull you into his arms; he’s missed you so much. He was uncertain if he’d ever meet you again, and he didn’t know he’d do if he did.

He hopes you aren’t facing the same struggles you previously were. If you are, he won't hesitate to do everything in his power, and more, to prevent the same outcome from occurring. 

“I.. I missed-“ 

His voice… it’s..

Strained. 

Hoarse. 

In desperate need of water.

He coughs into his fist as an embarrassed blush graces his cheeks. In his urgency to reconnect with you, he forgot that you won’t remember him. You don’t know him since you’ve clearly molted, and everyone knows the memories of the Vidyadhara unfortunately don’t carry over.

But oh he hopes you’ll spend this lifetime you have with him.

All of it.

So he settles for an elated smile. His heart flounders in your hands when you visibly become flustered; you look down as a shy smile manifests itself on your divine lips.

He falls in love with you all over again. 

Oh, how he loves you.

“Don’t worry that pretty head of yours over it, I’d hate to see a frown mar those ravishing lips. The fault lies with me. ..As a way for me to amend my mistake, why don’t you accompany me on a walk?” His velvety voice makes you swoon, and you fail to hide how giddy you feel. 

With a knowing smirk he offers his arm to you, but you hesitate to accept his offer. 

“Are you sure, General? I may not own anything of interest, but I’m sure I can-“ “Oh, but you do. Please, indulge me.” His eyes bore into yours, and you see a glint of… something.. within them. You aren’t sure what it is.

Although his words leave you confused, you oblige. Your arm wraps itself snugly in his and your body moves closer to his own. 

His eyes water with unshed tears as he fails to mask his euphoria. His wobbly smile is the last thing you see before he hides his face from your view.

You remain none the wiser to the tear that managed to escape.

As you both walk up the road he’s avoided for years, his gaze trails back to you once more. He chuckles at the flagrant jubilation on your enchanting face. You were always bad at masking your emotions around him.

He initiates a conversation with you, and it isn’t long before he’s blessed with your melodious laugh.

He hopes that he’ll be able to revive the object of interest that you own.

His heart.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

As the years go by you grow close to Jing Yuan once more. You successfully revive his previously shattered heart, and you make him the happiest man in the universe when you agree to marry him. You remain by each other’s side for eternity, and in this lifetime of yours he’s proud to say he was able to grow old with you.

P.S: He always reunites with you after you molt, and you two continuously fall in love with each other in every life that you have.

There’s no one else he’d rather spend his immortality with than you.  

[aziraphales-library]

hello there! thank you so much for all the work you're doing, it's amazing:)

i was wondering (since i tried to search ao3 myself and found nothing), if you know about any pretty woman AUs? thank you so much and have a great day!

I do! Not a complete one unfortunately:

Pretty Boy by SerenityStargazer [E], WIP

Aziraphale Fell, real estate tycoon, finds himself in need of a companion during a business week in London. He meets Crowley in Soho and finds he enjoys the younger sex worker's company. They spend the week together and both are surprised to find themselves falling in love.

"Hey, handsome," Crowley purred, "want a date?"

"Right now," the blond man replied in a very proper, educated accent, "what I need are directions to the Ritz. Got myself turned around, I'm afraid."

"Five pounds for directions, luv," Crowley said calmly.

"Five pounds? That's ridiculous!" the man sputtered indignantly.

"Ten pounds. The price just went up."

"You can't charge me for directions!"

Crowley grinned. "I can do whatever I want, angel. I'm not lost." He stood up and turned his back, letting his arse lean against the window frame.

"Oh, very well," the man said, pulling out his wallet. Crowley opened the door and climbed in.

"For a twenty, I'll take you there personally," he offered.

Aziraphale handed the twenty over silently then tried to find first gear.

Other fics with similar premise:

The (Half) Boyfriend Experience by ZehWulf [M]

The image on the monitor remained static for another minute or so, but then the door to the connected room opened, and the pale, curly-headed figure of Crowley's client—a man who went by Fell at the club—stepped through. As always, he stopped just after closing the door behind him to collect himself, gaze trained on where Crowley's lower half was splayed wide on lewd display. There was a whole ritual of straightening cuffs and waist coat and shifting his weight that he would go through before approaching.

Crowley felt their lingering scowl soften as they watched with vague fondness as he worked himself through the motions. At first, they'd wondered if the whole process was some sort of pre-sex psych-up, or a fussy-looking-middle-aged man version of reflexive peacocking. But, Fell had been requesting them for long enough by now that they'd been able to observe the way things evolved over time: the gestures loosening up, the amount of time spent shortening.

The poor bastard was just anxious.

OR

Crowley works part time as a sex worker at a club, and one of their favorite, most baffling clients comes in looking like he's had just as bad a day as they have.

Dreaming of You by TawnyOwl95 [E]

AJ Crowley likes helping people discover and heal the neglected parts of themselves. Even if that's only for their scheduled session. He likes being a sex worker, although he's started to dream of some genuine intimacy.

Aziraphale Fell knows he isn't deserving of romance. As much as he might like the idea, a lifetime of neglect has left him insecure and afraid to reach for what he wants. He still dreams that one day he might be brave enough to take a chance.

Hired Heart (illustrated by many artists) by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge) [E]

As a result of his sheltered upbringing, Aziraphale made it to 50 without exploring his sexuality or coming out. After 50, all that changed - he's gay, he's out, and wants to find love. He also wants to have sex. He's a tad nervous about that. His friend Agnes suggests he consult a professional and get some no-strings practice and advice, and build some confidence. And her friend Tracy runs an agency…

Crowley has quite the breadth of sexual experience: he’s a high class escort. He’s been in his line of work for a long time, though in this industry, that’s not exactly an advantage. He likes his work, but the more he’s reminded that he’s not as young as he once was, the more he contemplates his exit strategy. When his bookings manager and friend Tracy gives him a new, nervous client, Crowley finds him unexpectedly captivating. In fact, Crowley can’t seem to get him out of his head.

A Smitten Crowley is also a very silly Crowley, so prepare for giggles and fluff along with your love story and smut...

Seirbheis by Kalimyre [E]

Human AU - Crowley is a sex worker, hired by the wealthy and eccentric Ezra Fell for a long weekend. He goes in expecting it to be just another job. But Ezra is not like other clients, and Crowley is soon in over his head.

In which our beloved ineffable husbands have clear, honest communication, a whirlwind romance, and tremendous amounts of soft, tender, kinky sex.

~Mod N

[croissanthemums]

soulmate au - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius trailed him with a heavy stomp, his hands grabbing Remus’ arms to stop him from walking away. “What the hell, Remus?! What’s your problem?”

Remus stopped in his tracks to turn towards Sirius. “My problem is that I love you!�� he exclaimed before he could even stop himself from doing so. He snatched his arm back, balling his hands into a fist to prevent them from shaking, keeping it firmly at his sides.

Sirius stood right where he was, mouth slightly agape. The courage coursing through Remus’ veins was pushing him to say what he’s always wanted to, right from the second he realised what his feelings meant.

“I’ve been in love with you before I even knew what love was!” Remus paused to catch his breath, whilst also trying to drown out the drumming of his own heart. “I know I’m risking a lot saying this—our friendship—you! But fuck that—I…I can’t fucking stand this anymore. I can no longer fucking watch you mope about some bitch who doesn’t even give a single fuck about you—cos I love you and it hurts seeing you get hurt!”

“All this time I’ve been waiting for you to see me—actually see me! I was there when you were complaining about girls not wanting you. I was there when you endlessly whined after your exes broke up with you—I was fucking there!” Remus glared at Sirius, who still looked limp in his place. “When you started realising you like boys as well as girls and asked me if boys would find you attractive, I wanted to tell you then that it would be foolish for them not to see how wonderful you are and it would be their loss for not doing so—but I couldn’t cos you were my fucking friend.”

“When you asked me to set you up with someone gay—I was there, Sirius. Me. But you only saw me as a friend and nothing more. Nothing more!” Remus sighed exasperatingly. Throwing his frustrations at Sirius whilst telling him how he really feels was not a choice he would’ve done earlier today, or ever. But nature took its course and the universe told him to fuck it.

“Remus, I…” Sirius finally spoke, his eyes still wide. He raised his hand to reach Remus’ but seemed to changed his mind mid-way.

“What? No funny comebacks?” Remus challenged. The choice of letting his anger lead this conversation is much more ideal than actively contemplate the consequences of him admitting his feelings towards his best friend.

It was a choice between letting the rage out or letting the tears go. With the former, Remus could just pretend to be angry at Sirius. While the latter would eventually lead to a lifetime of hurt.

Not only was he breaking up their friendship by confessing, but saying how he feels out loud just made it seem more real.

“No.” Sirius replied, gulping. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Remus shouldn’t be looking but he was, not only that, he’s also turned on by it. “I’ve always seen you that way, Remus. Always.”

“What?” Remus blinked. It was his turn to be rendered mute. His head was swimming into thousands of different possibilities of what Sirius could’ve meant.

“You were the reason why I realised Iiked boys too.” he paused. “The moment I saw you on the train, with your stupid freckles and stupid hair and stupid smile—how could I not see you? The reason none of those relationships worked out was because of you���”

Remus scoffed, cutting Sirius off. “Oh, so now you’re blaming me?!”

“No! No! Of course not!” Sirius protested, his arms gestured into surrender. “I couldn’t stay in a relationship with them for long cos I didn’t like them as much as I do you! They could kiss me endlessly but the feeling it would give would never amount to the happiness I get when I’m simply next to you. You are the one I want, Remus. You’ve always been the one I want.”

“Then why do you keep dating other people?”

“Cos I’m a fucking knob and I didn’t know that you were someone I can have.”

Oh.

Oh.

Sirius took a step forward. “Please forgive me for all the stupid things I’ve done before. I can’t promise not to make stupid things again cos I know I’ll make more, but I swear that none of it will be done to hurt you.” he paused to take Remus’ hand, his eyes completely fixed on him. “Remus John Lupin, you may not believe in soulmates but I do—cos I believe I was put in this world to find you and love you.”

“And I believe I was put in this world to stop you from doing stupid things—well, more stupid things that could land you in Azkaban.” Remus replied. Sirius gave him a small smirk.

The warmth spreading throughout Remus’ entire body was undeniably strong. The love he has for Sirius Black—who’s a complete idiot—was stronger than the hatred he has in himself for falling for his bestfriend.

“I love you, Sirius.” Remus muttered. It didn’t take long for Sirius’ hands to cup Remus’ cheeks, capture his lips, and slide his tongue in. The way Remus imagined it happening before was magical, but the actual one was a hundred million times better.

Sirius broke the kiss to get a whiff of air, his forehead pressing into Remus’ as he ran his thumb across Remus’ cheek. “I love you so much more, Moony.”

[sagau-my-beloved]

Death At The Hands Of A God Pt. 2

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you're resurrected after being killed (by Venti), not really angst but not really comfort or fluff either

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Death was not as dark or empty as you had come to expect...

Was this death? Or maybe something in between—

Yes, that seemed like a better way to describe what you were experiencing, something in between real and unreal, existence and nothingness.

You couldn't think, see, feel, anything, as if you were simply a disembodied form of consciousness, waiting.

For what?

You didn't possess that answer, nor the ability to even contemplate the question. If you had the ability to think, you would have wondered briefly if this was what the characters you played as experienced when falling in battle, a void detached from both time and space.

This state of mere existence didn't last long, or, perhaps, it did. Perhaps it lasted many lifetimes, eons upon eons. It's not as if you would have recognized the difference, no different than how time passed when asleep.

You were pulled passively away, out of that void which welcomed you so, called for you, urged you to stay in its own impartial way. A call you didn't have the ability to respond to, as it simply wasn't your choice.

When you opened your eyes again you were met with something unfamiliar, the only hint of recollection stemming from a strong sense of déjà vu and nothing more.

It took you a moment to regain a sense of thought, of consciousness, remember that you were, in fact, an organic being even capable of having thoughts.

You blinked gently, taking in the scene before you, the soft breeze and wide planes spanning on for miles, the sparsely scattered trees, and the brief reflection of a river. You recognized it, in a way, and something in the back of your mind screamed that you were in danger, as if your subconscious knew of what your conscious self was trying so hard to remember.

It took but a second to move your head downward, your eyes finding themselves looking upon a kneeling form that seemed rather unaware of your presence, despite being directly beneath you. It took another moment for your brain to process what exactly you were seeing and why you felt so stricken with terror.

Oh.

Oh god.

As if having the air forcibly removed from your lungs, you felt the world around you collapse, instinctually bringing your hands up to your own throat where you last remembered feeling anything at all.

The sharp inhale is what caught his attention, what caused the previously silent archon, you had come to recognize as no other than your murderer, to raise his head in an unsure movement of fear and hope.

It was you, oh god, it was you.

The weight of every conceivable emotion that tangibly existed ran through his body, only an underlying inkling of self-restraint stopped him from lunging at your feet. He had been praying to you before your sudden appearance, begging for forgiveness, and what else could this be?

It had been only a month since your "passing", and Venti found himself engaging in ritualistic prayer every day since. It was the only thing that kept him sane with his past actions weighing on him constantly, a way to remind himself that you were still alive in spirit. While your mortal shell may be gone, the essence of the almighty creator would forever linger. It was only during these moments of prayer that Venti felt any semblance of the freedom he lost, the freedom he mourned, so he could pretend, if only for a moment, that everything was no different than how it was before that night.

The month had been the purest form of heavenly torture, and no amount of alcohol or sleep could distract him long enough to even pretend that all was well. His presence all but disappeared from the face of Teyvat, as he simply spent more time staring at one of your many shrines than breathing most days. The death of the creator, the murderer of an eternal god, a curse he alone had to bear the knowledge of.

His restraint broke quickly as you seemed to stumble backwards, creating more distance between the two of you than he was comfortable with.

"Your grace."

Felling your title on his tongue, feeling how it passed through his lips, he dreamed nightly of this moment, when he was able to dream of anything other than you so gracefully falling and the golden essence that seeped from your form where his arrow pierced it.

"You."

His heart fell, dropped down into his stomach, and shattered.

"You grace I—, I..."

Despite his seemingly endless internal thesaurus, the bards' mind drew a blank on what to say next.

What could be said? Was this not forgiveness? Was it not your will to grace him again with your presence after an agonizing month alone?

He didn't know you, not really, not personally. All he could attribute you to was the subtle feeling in the back of his mind, the strange whisper helping to guide his choices, the feeling of being watched over, before his mistake that is.

He knew of your legend, too. All the thousands of songs composed in your honor by heart, the unrelenting chattering of people carried by the wind when your name graced their lips. Every short story and unprovable myth about your existence prior, your power of creation and how you passed that power down to the mortals you created.

He knew the idea of you, no different than how his people knew the idea of Barbatos, though never truly him. Yet, as he looked upon you, past the fear, past your human vessel, there was a sense of deep familiarity that rang out and flooded his senses. A feeling that made him want nothing more than to simply know you, know everything unspoken and hidden beneath the layers of divinity, stay with you always and cherish every new piece of information, no matter how miniscule.

You glanced quickly to the left, thinking very carefully about simply making a run for it, wondering how much time you'd have before he could draw his bow and why he hadn't done so yet. Your body froze slightly at the thought, flashes of your prior life running through your mind and the unbridled fear they brought.

Venti seemed to pick up on your train of thought and couldn't stop himself from jumping into action at even the notion of more space being forced between you.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I can't begin to repent, but please. I took care of the offender! You don't have to worry about them now—"

While rambling, Venti was inching ever closer to where you stood, trying to get close enough to safely grab on to any part of you and never let go. If he could just touch you, just secure the fact in his mind that you were alive.

Your mind was spinning with all the information, still not working at full capacity, muddled and hazy.

"Offender?" Was all you managed to choke out, wondering briefly if he was referring to your past life.

His face paled slightly at your tone. Did you really, truly not know the reason he was forced to—?

"The one in your throne, the one who took your place... The one who— who ordered your... death."

It hurt him to say the word, physically pained him, as if it was a blade caught in his throat, a harsh reminder of his transgressions.

"I— what?"

Venti had made it close enough to wrap his arms around your legs, clinging on for dear life as he reviled in feeling you, prepared to take any blows from your hand if only to stay there, it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it, and it would be blasphemy to deny anything you were gracious enough to give him.

You jumped at the sudden contact, but it was obvious he meant you no harm, though, that fact was particularly hard to convince your mind as it screamed at you to run away from the offender.

For a brief moment, the Venti you knew flashed in your mind as you felt his hands gripping the fabric of your clothes, clouded your vision with how often you used to admire him, back when this was all nothing more than a game. Just a simple game. The concept felt so foreign now.

You shifted your weight slightly and felt him hold on tighter. It took you a moment to realize he was crying, silent tears adorning his soft features.

What could you do? Was it even humanly possible to forgive something of this nature? Had any other being ever been faced with making this choice?

You had to clear your mind, ignore everything around you and focus on what you now knew. This was real, you were some figure of importance— or at the very least looked similar to one, and your death was ordered by someone who had control of even the gods of this world.

You looked down again at him, how he looked so desperate and utterly heartbroken, how he really believed himself to be the bearer of the ultimate transgression.

Without thinking, you moved your hand to his face, brushing your fingertips against the flushed skin, damp with tears. His eyes opened at your touch as he looked up at you, his hands moving from around your leg to your hand, grasping it tight as he held it to his face. This was certainly an odd form of comfort, if it could even be called that, but any touch from you was nothing but divine bliss for him.

Venti mumbled things against your skin now as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing again, as if in prayer. He spoke breathy promises of love, devotion, and repentance, of an infinity without pain or sorrow under his watch, how he'd spend his entire immortal life by your side if you'd allow it, making up for his grave sin.

The few words you caught only led to a growing concern. This wasn't the carefree and playful bard you knew, nor was it the caring but serious god who loved his nation, this was something else entirely, something desperate and zealous, something dangerous...

You started to wonder how long it would take for you to regret your inevitable resurrection when faced with an immortal god who would not live to see you part from him again…

[fujoshi-yappings]

Hi! I guess that Ivan would meet Till, Mizi and Sua again in the au where everyone is a time traveler. Guess they would also find that Ivan is suffering from amnesia and is in some sort of weird codependent relationship with Luka.

Mizi and Till would probably hate Luka for it.

+1

Luka kinda gaslighted amnesiac Ivan into their relationship. Part of Ivan knows something is wrong but he is starved for any positive human relationship. And Luka is the closest to it he could have in this time. Ivan knows he is being manipulated but he accepts the manipulation

Mizi and Till hates Luka for the memories they had in their previous life. Where he used Sua's and Ivan's death against them. They hate him more after seeing Ivan (he looks smaller than the Ivan in their past memories). They believe that Luka is manipulating Ivan. They're not exactly wrong.

Till also misses Ivan in all ways that matter. He did a lot of contemplation in the rebel base and the memories he loved to remember where those with Ivan. He also wants to know what Ivan truly feels regarding Till after the memories of the kisses and sacrifice. Which is why it's hard to see the current Ivan glued to Luka the way Ivan used to do with Till. Luka keeps smirking at his direction and Till wants to punch him but hesitates because Ivan would glare at him for daring to hurt Luka-hyung. (But at the same time Ivan will bonk Luka's head and tell him to stop antagonizing others and Luka will just pout and then Ivan will pepper his head with kisses) Till is jealous

Ivan doesn't like going near Mizi, Sua and Till. While there's a tiny part of happiness that Ivan didn't understand, the larger part of him wants to avoid them. It's not just because of Luka, Ivan gets headaches everytime he spends too much time with them. This Ivan doesn't like pain because Unsha and even Luka ingrained it to him.

Till and Mizi definitely wants to cry seeing Ivan avoid them. Sua feels strange at that. On one hand, she had always wished that Ivan go away. However, it was strange to see Ivan not even wearing a mask of humanity in interacting with them. Mizi had given Sua an equivalent of verbal beating so Sua did a lot of reflecting. She will admit that she had been unfair to Ivan in both lifetimes when Sua had also depended on him for a reality check and she can't even apologize for her wrongs when Ivan doesn't remember.

Hyuna kinda pities him for being the object of Luka's obsession.

[seiwas]

👀 hello. i keep thinking about oikawa being perfect for the exes to lovers trope as you wrote in the tags for a reblog. 😭 with that said, do you have fic recs based on that? which ones are your fave(s)? 🥹

nonie hello!!! omg thank you for asking this 😌🥹 exes to lovers oikawa lives in my mind all the time oh my god it's my instant click when i read fic for him!!!

here are some of my faves, arranged by length:

in love and war by kisskawa [1.3k] summary: you have bad friends and a loving ex. drunk fic

a contemplation on dreams by duino [3.2k] summary: You run into your ex at a club in Brazil. What are the chances?canon compliant

目送 by ahtsumu [5.4k] summary: you spend a lifetime watching him go, sometimes with your stomach tied in knots, sometimes with tears in your eyes, but always with love. non-linear, canon compliant

in spite of distance, the ocean by sunamour [5.7k] summary: loving someone comes with hardships, and some more than others. loving oikawa is easy; until it isn’t anymore. will your love for each other be able to transcend the distance between you? or will it just result in the timeless tale of two lovers torn apart by the ocean? slow burn, canon compliant

let's fall in love for the night by dimplesum [14.3k] summary: The last thing you would have ever expected is to be thrown into a mission with your ex to match a couple. With all this unresolved tension from your breakup, you’re not sure how you’ll survive this match with him, but one thing’s for sure: you’re going to match this couple up no matter what because there’s no way you’ll risk being sent to hell. cupid!au, kind of college!au

first love, late spring by miyachondria [30.9k] summary: Oikawa Tooru’s eyes are still the same shade of honey brown, and you still fall in love the way you used to: hard, plummeting, like a burning comet making its way across the night sky. two-part fic, canon compliant

these are all super worth the read!!! i'm pretty sure i cried in most of these, or at least teared up 😭

i hope you enjoy nonie!! 💕

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Love & Scotch: dx: Friendship & New Beginnings

Masterlists: [Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] || [Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd] || [Love & Scotch Crossover]

Characters: Thomas Hunt (HWU), Ethan Ramsey (OpH) Pairings (mentioned only): Thomas x Alex ; Ethan x Ellie Book: HollywoodU + Open Heart Word Count: ~650 Synopsis: Hunt and Ethan share a drink before Hunt's wedding.

Series Background:This takes place in my Hollywood U AU. Alex and Thomas are engaged. Ethan is an old friend whom the couple reconnected with. Alex is the biggest shipper of Ethan and Ellie(MC), and is thrilled Ethan finally took  her advice to do something about his feelings. [Catch up on Love and Scotch]

Chapter Background: This takes place after dx: healing, as well as after Ellie has her PTSD better managed.

The famed Hollywood director stared at the amber liquid in his tumbler, watching as the light enhanced the brilliant color in the glass, causing a beautiful glow. His attention shifted to the esteemed doctor beside him as he slowly sipped his drink. "Thank you for being here, Ramsey. I appreciate you flying out again. It means a lot to have a drink with you before tomorrow."

"It's the least I can do. Your friendship has meant a lot, even more so recently, with all that has happened," Ethan replied thoughtfully. "I'm not sure we would have gotten through the attack without you and Alex there." His voice trailed away as a shiver racked his spine, reminding him of that dreadful day. He tried to brush the thought away. "Plus, I could never turn down an opportunity to enjoy some of your top-shelf scotch." He lifted his glass of the 60-year-old Macallan toward Hunt. "To your last night as a bachelor."

Hunt reciprocated the gesture, lifting his glass toward his friend's before taking another sip. The corner of his lips pulled into a subtle smile. The creases around his eyes told of the joy he felt inside. It was a look he couldn't seem to shake recently, no matter how much he tried.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen his friend happy before, but Ethan knew this was different. This was something deeper, something true, and something that would last a lifetime. He felt his own heart quicken in his chest at the notion. He tried to shake it away; could he really be considering it? He turned his focus back toward his friend, hoping to focus on his upcoming wedding instead. "Can't believe you're getting married tomorrow, Hunt." He shook his head, still in mild disbelief. "I never thought I'd see the day."

Hunt stifled a soft chuckle, bliss filling his every feature. "Nor did I." He let the moment linger as he reflected before continuing. "Isn't it something, how one person can change the entire direction of your life in a way you never anticipated, and yet, somehow, it becomes the best thing for which you could hope."

"Yeah," the doctor nodded thoughtfully in consideration. "I suppose it happens when you aren't looking and when you least expect it."

"It appears to be as such," Hunt paused, offering his friend a knowing look. "I trust you feel the same."

His brow rose a moment as he pondered the question. It was a question that had been on his mind a lot lately. Not that it hadn't been a flicker in his mind earlier, but the attack changed everything. "I suppose I must," he relented. "But that's for another day. This weekend is about you!"

"Unless it could be more than that," Hunt suggested.

"And take away from your day?" Ethan shook his head, hoping to put the conversation to an end.

"Alex would find it as more adding to the merriment." He brought the honeyed liquid to his lips, savoring the taste. "In fact, she might consider it the best wedding present."

Ethan contemplated his words. It wasn't the first time he had considered it. It was something he had thought increasingly about, but was she ready? Was he? Was now the right time? She'd been through so much. His thoughts drifted to the velvet ring box buried in his suitcase. He had no plans when he packed it, yet he felt the need to bring it. But what if she said no? He couldn't ruin Hunt's special day. He shook away the thought. It wasn't the right time. This was about Thomas and Alex, not them.

The pair relaxed comfortably, sinking further into the lounge chair, savoring the top-shelf liquor. They sat in a comfortable silence, relishing the warmth in their chest—a warmth that went deeper than the drink in their hands.

A/N: I wanted to write a longer fic but my brain is still working on getting over it's writer's block so this is all I've got, but I still am happy to have ANYTHING for this series since it's been on hiatus for so so long!

I hope you enjoyed this fun little look at Ethan and Hunt's friendship!

[writingforfun0714]

Hey everyone!!

So sorry it’s been longer than normal. My mother rejoined the workforce after 15yrs as a SAHM so I’ve been having to help out more with my kid siblings along with my regular job (and now with holidays).

Here is Chapter 7 for my Arcane fanfic Sisters of Mine.

LINK FOR ALL CHAPTERS (Recommended reading before this)

Sisters of Mine

Chapter 7

Summary: Jinx and Vi reunite while Viktor and Jayce make a discovery about Hextech.

Warnings: slight AU? Female child reader-insert, POV changes, LONG, follows 1x6, lemme know if I need more

Word Count: 9,578

3rd POV

As Sevika makes her way back to the Last Drop after fighting Vi, Y/N makes her way as fast as she can back to the Sanctuary. The girl races down the dark, narrow streets until she gets to a seemingly dead-end alley. There’s a small space between two abandoned buildings that opens up. The Undercity hasn’t changed much in the last decade. Even when older Zaunites such as Viktor were little, it was still a dank, dirty place. Even more so back then, which is why Viktor’s health is deteriorating now. As a child, it was only his leg. Then after spending so much time with the gasses in the fissures, Viktor’s lungs were starting to be affected. As a young boy, Viktor met Singed, the doctor that Silco works with currently. Singed even told Viktor that he would live with this disease, there was no fixing it, but there were alternatives. The doctor explained that even though nature made humans resistant to change, humans also have the capacity to change their nature. Perhaps it’s Singed that sparked Viktor’s interest in Jayce’s Hextech theory.

As Y/N hurries back, she decides to go the longer but less conspicuous way. Mostly used by children, a rocky path cuts its way through the buildings, following an oily creek. The gasses of the fissures mixing with the waters of the Undercity. The path Viktor followed to Singed’s lair.

Viktor hides away in his steel oasis. After his prognosis, he needed time alone. Every medical professional the Zaunite saw all said the same thing. It’s terminal. As far as Viktor can tell, his disease is related to the gasses in the fissures in the undercity. Heimerdinger finds his assistant all alone and approaches with a gentle reveal that he knows about Viktor.

“I’ve heard your prognosis. I’m so sorry my boy,” the Yordle says, his bright blue eyes shine sadly.

“Do you contemplate death Professor?” Viktor asks.

“Only that of friends,” the professor admits. His species is considered to be immortal, compared to that of humans.

“Hmph,” Viktor sighs sadly.

“You should be proud of your accomplishments Viktor,” Heimerdinger tells the young dying man.

“My accomplishments will be short lived, even in your memory,” Viktor responds.

“I’ve known many students in my lifetime. It’s a sad truth at those who shine the brightest often burn the fastest,” Heimerdinger admits. He pats Viktor’s shoulder.

“I’ll leave you to your thoughts. My office door is always open Viktor,” Heimerdinger says and leaves his assistant to his thoughts.

Back in the upper area of Piltover, Mel is at her personal abode with Jayce, painting. The Noxian Councilor often used the artistic craft as a creative outlet. She had been frustrated with Jayce since he just up and disappeared right after the two had been intimate until she learned why he disappeared.

“Viktor’s dying,” Jayce tells Mel as she makes a stroke of red on the canvas with her pallet knife, pausing. She glances at the young inventor turned Councilor.

“We think it has something to do with the gasses in the fissures where he grew up. The exact thing we wanted to fix with Hextech,” Jayce says. Mel sets her paint and pallet down and walks over to Jayce, who’s sitting on the floor.

Mel feels empathy for Jayce. She never wanted to live the life she’s had. Her mother made her an outcast. Her brother is…missing, at least, as far as she knows. Her father…a man of mystery, practically a stranger to her. She knows Jayce never wanted to be a Councilor. But it was the only way. He needed to be the head of Hextech.

Jayce talks with Mel and admits his closeness to Viktor before taking note of her painting. Mel admits that she is an outsider in her family.

“I fell short of Medarda standards,” was Mel’s explanation but Jayce didn’t believe her. In fact, he wondered if she even believed it herself.

The painting was of sail boats, presumably Noxian sail boats with red sails on a pale yellow background that appears to be Noxus. The boats are facing away, leaving. Mel’s banishment.

Down in the Undercity…

Ekko is pacing around near the mural when he spots the little girl and runs to her.

“Y/N!” Ekko exclaims as she leaps at his legs and wraps her arms around his hips tightly.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She cries.

“Are you hurt?!” He asks, prying the girl off him to get a look at her. She’s dirty and her face is streaming with tears but no blood.

“N-No-“ Y/N whimpers, sniffling.

“C’mere,” Ekko says and pulls the girl into him, wrapping one arm around her while he cups the back of her head, his fingers getting tangled in her wild hair.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” he says and the kid relaxes a bit.

“I…I saw her. I saw…Vi,” Y/N admits and Ekko freezes, his eyes widening.

“She..she got stabbed by Sevika. But…an Enforcer saved her,” Y/N tells the older boy. Ekko pulls back kneels down to Y/N’s height. He puts his hands on her shoulders.

“Y/N, I need you to be absolutely sure-“

“I’m sure. I saw them. It was Vi. The girl Enforcer with her…I think…I think they know each other,” Y/N says.

Ekko’s POV

“I’m sure. I saw them. It was Vi,” my little sister assures me.

“The girl Enforcer with her…I think…I think they know each other,” Y/N adds. My eyes widen. Oh no. All Enforcers work for Silco. If Vi is with one of them and the Enforcer is nice to Vi, then that means they’re working together. Are they working together for Silco?

“There’s…something else,” Y/N’s timid voice gets my attention.

“What?” I ask cautiously.

“Sevika…I…I think she saw me,” she says and my eyes widen.

“I’m sorry-I’m sorry-“ she starts to plead. I have to assume the worst. Sevika will tell Silco. Worst case scenario is his goons and experiments will invade our hideout. Best case, he’ll try and hide Y/N’s existence from Jinx.

“I didn’t mean to-I just wanted to get to Vi but she got stabbed-“ Y/N says, her voice getting my attention.

“O-Ok-ok-ok, listen to me very carefully. I need you to stay here. I’ll check them out for myself,” I decide.

“W-What? No! I wanna come too!” Y/N insists and I pause, remembering how she had come to get me that night 6yrs ago. Her and Powder were left behind. I know they both have insecurities with abandonment…but now-

“I have to come too. This is my only chance,” Y/N begs and a part of me deep down can’t help but think that she has a point. But…but memories of what happened that night assault my mind. I can’t let the same thing happen to Y/N. I have to protect her, even from herself. It’s my job.

“I need you to stay here,” I insist and Y/N starts to cry.

“That’s not fair!” She snaps as tears slip out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

“I have to do this, it’s for your own good Y/N-“ I try telling the 10yr old girl.

“No! You won’t even let me try to save our family! They’re your sisters too!” She snaps angrily at me and that’s when I feel the emotions rise in me. The sadness, the false hope that I pushed away for Y/N’s sake and…and the anger…the anger BECAUSE it happened.

“My priority is you! Don’t you understand!? You think you can do these things but you just can’t Y/N!” I snap angrily at the girl, who gasps, flinching at my words as if I had physically hit her, like Vi did to Powder all those years ago. I watch as Y/N seems to be arguing with herself. Her face flashes with all kinds of emotions and she looks away, not making eye contact with me, almost as if she’s remembering something. What, I’m not sure. She gasps as her tears turn to a steady stream leaking out of her eyes. I immediately regret snapping at her.

“Y-Y/N-I-I didn’t mean-“ I stutter slightly, taking a step towards her, reaching out but the girl backs away, clearly aware of the situation. She shakes her head again at me.

“Y-You’re…You’re just like them…You’re just like both of them!” Y/N yells at me. For a moment I wonder who she’s talking about. She can’t possibly be referring to Vi and Powder. Y/N’s loved them despite everything that’s happened. I guess she must’ve seen my confused face because she humphs and stomps her foot.

“The boys! You’re just like them! They thought I couldn’t do anything either,” Y/N says sadly.

“That’s not what I-“ I try.

“Liar! Liar-liar-liar!” Y/N exclaims, cutting me off, shutting her eyes, squeezing the sides of her head, gripping her hair tightly. I frown worriedly. This behavior has become more and more…well…more. She reminds me of Powder in that way.

“Y/N! Y/N-listen to me,” I say, grabbing the girl’s wrists and gently loosening her grip before slowly pulling her arms down. She looks at me with those big bright eyes.

“I’m going to go after Vi myself. I need you here to protect everyone else,” I tell her and that seemed to get her attention.

“You’re the only one I can trust with this job Y/N. I need you to do this for me,” I plead, wiping away the girl’s tears. She sniffles a bit, wiping her nose before blinking.

“I…Are you sure you want me?” She asks, her voice a bit small and timid. I nod.

“I’m sure,” I don’t hesitate with my reply. She thinks on it and eventually nods.

“I’ll get Kiyi and Senna to help me,” she tells me and I nod approvingly. The two young women get along well with Y/N the most, except for Scar and I’m glad she has older females in her life that aren’t her sisters.

“Now, where did you say you saw Vi and that Enforcer go?” I ask and Y/N tells me they were headed towards the Sumps. Where the girls used to live before Vander.

3rd POV

Ever since Viktor’s prognosis, the disabled young man hasn’t given up hope. He’s sitting in his shared lab with Jayce, though lately, it seems like Viktor has been the one to put in the work with Hextech. He understood Jayce has extra priorities now that he’s a Councilor and actually, it’s allowed Viktor to pursue tests he wouldn’t have otherwise done if Jayce was there.

Viktor remembers his childhood, how as a boy, Viktor found the man who would come to take the boy under his wing. He wouldn’t have gotten far with Jayce’s original idea of Hextech if it hadn’t been for Singed.

A whispering sounds and at first Viktor can’t tell if it was real or not. It feels beckoning. Viktor feels his head pulse. His headache hadn’t gone away from earlier. The Arcane is growing. Viktor eyes the Hexcore. The different runes all shift and move, stopping briefly on each sequence. The unknown possibilities feel…hopeful to Viktor. So much so that he reaches out and once his finger touches the Hexcore, Viktor’s eyes roll into his skull.

Back in the Undercity…

A mellow song plays on the jukebox inside the Last Drop. It’s empty, save for the bartender, Thierem. He’s nice, though a bit nervous around Silco and Jinx. He reminds the explosively wild teenager of the man Vander had working at the bar when she was a child. Huck was his name. She had seen him once, stalking around Benzo’s shop but Jinx hadn’t really paid him any mind as he disappeared.

The door opens, getting the bartender’s attention. He doesn’t see any sign of anyone so he shrugs to himself and goes back to wiping the counter down.

“Chuck!” Jinx exclaims, startling the man, making him jump back a bit when he sees the blue-haired girl is sitting on her stool.

“Uh-Th-Thierem. M-My name’s Thierem,” he corrects Jinx.

“Nice try Chuck,” she argues playfully before tapping the counter, indicating she wants a drink. The guy grabs Jinx’s cup and fills it with fruit juice.

“What’s all the hubbub?” Jinx asks.

“B-Boss wants us to grab someone up,” Thierem, or Chuck, as Jinx calls him explains as he passes her drink with a straw in it to her.

“Someone? Anyone? Who’re you grabbing?” Jinx asks, playing with the stolen Hextech gemstone.

“Some girls. I-I-I mean I-I’m not grabbing girls. O-Other than…those ones,” he stutters. She jumps and leans over the counter, hugging the bartender.

“You’re doing great Chuck!” Jinx exclaims.

“Here, for your troubles,” she says and pins a grenade on his back before grabbing her cup and walking to the staircase that leads to Silco’s office.

“Gah!” Chuck yelps as it explodes pink paint on his back. He sighs with relief when he realizes he’s fine as Jinx heads upstairs.

Vi’s POV

The Rookie and I make our way to the Sumps, where my sisters and I used to live before even meeting Vander. I remember our parents, our biological parents clearly. I remember seeing their dead bodies on the Bridge that morning 10yrs ago. Powder not so much. She remembers we had parents before Vander…and that our mom smelled like axle grease but that’s about it. And Y/N..well, she was just a baby when our parents were killed and she always called Vander ‘Dad’. She knew no other person as Dad. Y/N could be dead now for all I know. Who knows if she actually found Ekko that night Vander was killed. I shake my head as we get to a cliff near a giant purple neon sign.

“What the hell is that?” I ask, gripping my wound with one hand while my other arm is draped over Caitlyn.

“The sign?” She asks as I remove my arm.

“Never mind,” I shake my head slightly. I glance over the edge and see it’s a long drop. I have to do it.

“Do you think you can-?” The Rookie begins to ask but I already leap off. I position my arms ready to catch myself but the hit is so hard I feel the wind get knocked out of me!

“Oomphf!” I groan and hit a wooden support beam before falling to the ground.

Caitlyn’s POV

“Do you think you can-?” I begin to ask but that’s when Vi suddenly leaps off the edge. I watch as she hits the wooden beam below us. She looks like she caught it but the hit is so hard I hear her groan before hitting another beam before falling to the ground. I wince slightly before shaking my head.

“Shit,” I say to myself before trying to look for a way down. I find a few footholds before I can reach out to a broken support and climb down. If she wasn’t hurt from the stab wound before, Vi certainly would be now. She so stubborn, I think to myself. I’m so focused on Vi that I don’t notice that we’re being followed.

3rd POV

As Vi and Caitlyn make their way down to the Sumps, Silco’s guys follow in close pursuit, getting close to the chasm. They either hadn’t cared or realized that they are also being followed by Ekko and the Firelights that went with him, including Scar. Y/N is looking after his baby back home.

Silco’s guys keep running, not spotting Ekko perched on a dilapidated sign overlooking the chasm. The purple neon sign glows in the distance. Ekko tilts his head.

“Move in,” he orders and the Firelights follow stealthily thanks to their hoverboards.

At the Last Drop…

Sevika makes her way upstairs to Silco’s office. She opens the door and limps in. Vi got in her fair share of hits on Sevika before the one-armed woman managed to shank Vi’s side.

“We lost her,” Sevika growls frustratedly to the back of Silco’s chair.

Thinking Silco was behind the desk, Sevika’s eyes widen when the chair spins around and reveals Jinx menacingly sitting there instead.

“Lost who?” Jinx asks. The older woman tries approaching but her boot trips on a wire, releasing a thick gas. Sevika coughs and stumbles forward, leaning on Silco’s desk. Her vision starts to blur as Jinx puts on a gas mask. Sevika tries reaching to the blue-haired girl but the lack of oxygen causes her to pass out as Jinx wiggles her fingers at her tauntingly.

Sevika starts to come to when she feels a spinning movement. She groans quietly before Jinx suddenly slaps her hard across her face, jolting the older woman awake. Jinx smiles and sighs dramatically.

“I feel like you and I got off on the wrong arm,” Jinx taunts as she sits on Silco’s desk, pulling Sevika closer since she’s tied to Silco’s chair. Jinx pulls a knife out threateningly and Sevika humphs with a smirk on her lips.

“No need, it’s your sister,” she says and Jinx’s eyes widen at the mention of Vi. Jinx sees Vi’s disappointed face from that night all those years ago flash in her mind.

“She’s back. It’s not what you think. She’s with some girl Enforcer. Guess she replaced you,” Sevika taunts back at Jinx.

“You’re lying!” The wildly explosive teenager snaps, stabbing the chair next to Sevika’s face.

“Humph, why bother? It’s only a matter of time before you implode and Silco finally gets the message that you’re about as good for our cause as you were for your family—Jinx,” Sevika taunts and Jinx inhales sharply.

Jinx whimpers and starts to fake cry, making Sevika smirk until Jinx sneezes loudly, shoving Sevika’s chair back.

“Hah! 10 out of 10 toots! I think I know just how to send him that message,” Jinx says when Sevika scoffs at her. Jinx puts a hand on the back of the chair and spins it, laughing.

Silco’s POV

I’m at the Sheriff’s house. His daughter, Ren let me in. She looked uncomfortable when I let my guys in as well but I assured her they wouldn’t harm her and to diffuse the tension, I suggest we play blocks. Thanks to my own daughter, I know to sit on the floor and split the blocks evenly between us so we can both build. I ask the girl a few questions about her father but she doesn’t know too much.

The Sheriff returns home. I can hear his footsteps approaching. The door opens and I see Marcus’ face fall when he spots me and my men sitting around Ren’s room.

“Ah, about time Daddy joined us,” I say, “you were so busy, little Ren here saw me in.” I gently pinch the girl’s cheek with a smile. Despite the gentleness of the gesture and the girl smiling, I know that my physical touch sends a message to Marcus. He gasps and looks around, as if just now noticing my men. One rips out a page in a storybook.

“Let’s talk outside,” Marcus suggests.

“Can’t you see we’re playing?” I ask, glancing at the girl, who nods.

“You remember our old friend Vi, don’t you? Vander’s daughter. She was about your age. Her father went on a long trip and Daddy here assured me that she left with him,” I ask, looking between Marcus and his daughter. Marcus gulps nervously.

“But it seems she never made it. Isn’t that sad? Could you imagine being separated from your father?” I ask Ren before glaring up at Marcus. The Sheriff gasps quietly.

“She’s…in a safe place,” Marcus tries to assure me as he glances at his daughter.

“She’s in the Lanes,” I argue, looking at the Sheriff coldly.

“That’s not possible-“ he says surprised.

“There’s an Enforcer with her. A girl. Roughly the same age,” I tell Marcus and I see him think about my description.

“Caitlyn,” he says and I remember the name for later, just in case.

“She’s a Kiramman. Just like them, she does whatever she wants,” Marcus tells me, “I…can’t control her.” I roll my eyes at him before standing up, towering over Ren and our block tower we made.

“Then of what use are you?” I ask, spreading my arms slightly.

“I’ll track her down. I can fix this. Please,” Marcus assures me, begging. I smile.

“Everyone makes mistakes, right? What’s important is that we don’t repeat them,” I say and I watch Marcus look behind me. My guy waves tauntingly at the Sheriff.

“My people are tracking Vi and this Caitlyn. They cannot be allowed to resurface,” I order.

“Do we understand each other?” I ask, glaring at Marcus, who nods.

“Hmm..” I look down at Ren and bend over so my hands are on my knees and I chuckle humorlessly before kneeling down. Marcus’ eyes widen. I pick up a wooden block and dangle it precariously over the top of the tower.

“Hm,” I let the block go and once it touches the tower, the other blocks come clattering down. Ren looks at me and gasps.

“Oops. Ah, so sorry. Accidents happen,” I say as an apology to Ren but as a threat to Marcus when I glare at him. I motion to the others and walk out, leaving the Sheriff with his daughter, knowing he got my message.

3rd POV

Back topside, in Viktor and Jayce’s lab, Viktor is showing Jayce the Hexcore. Each segment now has 4 runes each on it. Viktor shows Jayce that the Hexcore responds to organic matter and creates new plant life with glowing purple accents. Jayce thinks it’s incredible and while Viktor confirms this is the first time they’ve seen anything like this, it’s not everlasting. The plants wither and die, disintegrating to dust after a moment, and Viktor saddens. Jayce, however sees this as an opportunity to keep building, keep working on a solution. Viktor, however, worries he won’t have enough time so Jayce offers to get Heimerdinger to get his opinion. After all neither inventor would be where they are now without the Yordle.

Caitlyn’s POV

I finally get down and see Vi struggling to get up. She’s holding her stab wound with one hand as I hurry towards her, panting slightly. I grab hold of Vi and help her to her feet when I spot something moving in the distance. It makes a squealing type noise that makes me shudder. I see a figure hunched over and I think its eating.

“What is this place?” I ask.

“It’s where the kind of people you topsiders don’t wanna think about, wind up,” Vi explains. I hear a man whimper near me so shine a my flashlight on him. He flinches and shields his face. My eyes widen when I see his skin is almost rotten looking. I shine the light over and another person, with the same affliction quivers and gasps, shielding his eyes at the light, so I shut it off.

“It was never this big, though,” Vi tells me and I frown.

“There,” Vi says as she turns. I see an abandoned building that appears to be crushed by the neon sign’s support structure. I open the door and I see a space to the side. I help Vi sit down as bugs scurry away. She groans and I see she’s really not looking good. I shut the door behind us.

Vi’s POV

Caitlyn opens the door and I sit down almost immediately. My vision fades in and out, going blurry at times. I look up and because the roof is gone, I see something moving on the upper beams. I try and focus. The figure comes into focus and I hear a familiar laugh. It’s Powder! I watch as she stands and runs along the beam. I groan and shut my eyes before glancing at the wall across from me.

It’s nearly crumbling down but the drawings are still clear. Powder did them when she was young, back when our parents were alive. I see my blue-haired sister on the worn hammock that we had there for an extra bed. I take a breath when I see Caitlyn approach me with a white cloth. She reaches out and tries to wipe the blood I can feel on my cheek, but I stop her, blocking her with my forearm before pushing her arm away.

“I know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other,” the Enforcer tells me.

“It doesn’t work. It never has,” I say, remembering the ‘deal’ Vander made with the former Sheriff Grayson.

“You topsiders always find a way to screw us,” I growl quietly.

“I suppose topside is to blame for all your misfortunes,” Caitlyn tells me and that’s when I hear a whimpering. I look behind Caitlyn and see Powder drawing on the wall, humming. I can hear Y/N’s crying. She cried a lot as a baby.

“No. Not all of them,” I respond.

“We aren’t monsters, you know. We’re people, just like you,” Caitlyn tells me.

“You don’t know anything about me,” I growl at her before hearing a whimpering. I turn and see Powder hiding, holding a small baby bundled in a blanket. The two girls whimper.

“I shouldn’t have left you,” I tell Powder.

“It’s all right. Despite it all, I can tell…you have a good heart,” Cait says, thinking I was talking to her. You have a good heart.

“You’ve got a good heart,” Vander’s voice echoes in my mind as I black out.

3rd POV

Once Jayce managed to find Heimerdinger, he brought the Yordle back to the lab to share his exciting update. Heimerdinger was intrigued until he walked into the lab and saw what it was exactly that Jayce and Viktor were working on. His clear blue eyes widen. Viktor explains that he is calling the main part of Hextech, the Hexcore and explains to Heimerdinger that it’s an adaptive rune matrix. Viktor says that it can evolve and Jayce agrees that it’s groundbreaking and could lead to a cure for Viktor due to the Hexcore reacting to biological matter.

Heimerdinger, however, only sees destruction when looking at the newly evolved Hexcore. The Yordle is old, older than most citizens of Piltover and Zaun and remembers a time of magic. Mages, those that could wield magic, used its destructive capabilities to unleash havoc. Heimerdinger may be old, but he still remembers what happened the first time when someone tried to use magic.

“You must destroy it,” Heimerdinger tells the young inventors.

“What?” They ask incredulously, clearly not expecting that reaction from Heimerdinger.

“Please, if ever you’ve put faith in my guidance, hear me now,” Heimerdinger pleads, “I’ve seen nations destroyed by a single seed and it looked…exactly like this,” he points to the Hexcore.

Jayce argues that the Hexcore, what they’re doing, could save Viktor’s life and once Jayce points that out, Heimerdinger notices that Viktor does appear different. He may still be dying, but it’s not as pronounced as before. After all, Heimerdinger was the one to find Viktor passed out in his lab and take him to the hospital. Viktor, however, feigns innocence and asks what the Yordle means.

Unfortunately it doesn’t take long for Heimerdinger to connect Viktor’s health to the Hexcore and vows to have it destroyed one way or another. He’s so serious that even Heimerdinger’s poro barks in agreement. However, Jayce argues that the Council will decide what to do. Heimerdinger gives his former pupil a sharp look before walking off with his pet.

“I think I might know someone who can help,” Viktor tells Jayce.

“You do what you have to. I need to get ready,” Jayce says, putting a hand on Viktor’s shoulder.

“For what?” Viktor asks before realizing that Jayce has commitments to the Council if he’s going to talk to them about the Hexcore.

Back down in the Sumps, Cait sighs. Vi needs help and Cait has no medical supplies with her, nor the training to deal with such a deep wound. Seeing as there’s no other option, Cait realizes she must get help and/or medicine herself. Vi’s passed out against the wall. If she leaves now, Cait could be back before Vi wakes back up.

Cait opens the door and doesn’t see any sign of anyone approaching. She turns and shuts the door.

“Is she alright?” A voice startles Cait. She grabs her rifle and aims it at the hooded figure, who yelps, stumbles and falls to the ground.

“Wait-wait-wait! E-E-Easy-Easy. Th-That’s Vi, right?” He stutters as his hood falls. It’s Huck! The man who helped Ekko and Y/N with Benzo’s body the night Vander was taken.

Cait gasps quietly when she sees horrible purple tumors on his head. His glasses are cracked on the lens he needs to see. His other eye is a milky white color, like he’s blind in that eye.

“I’m a friend,” he says and Cait pauses.

“Or at least I was. I mean I…I owed her old man my life. Probably more than that, I guess,” he explains and Cait’s clear blue eyes analyze him.

“She’s bleeding. She needs a doctor,” she says and he laughs nervously.

“Not so simple to come by around here,” he says and moves to stand up.

“Hey!”

“S-Sorry-“ he says and backs up.

“Oh-oh, but ah, I do know someone else who might be able to help. Come with me,” he says, putting his hood back up and walking into the darkness, motioning for Cait to follow. Cait thinks for a second before lowering her rifle and following Huck.

Huck takes her to an apothecary and taps the chimes. A figure approaches inside. Due to the dim lighting and face cover, Cait can’t tell who approaches.

“Ailment?” The voice snarls.

“Oh-uh?” Huck begins but looks to Cait.

“Uh-she’s been stabbed,” Cait explains and the figure shuts the door.

“She makes potions,” Huck explains to Cait, “She helps people with…with this.” He motions to his face and arms.

“Shimmer. Why would you take something that does that to you?” Cait asks.

“I just…wanted to feel what it was like…to be somebody. To make other people afraid,” Huck says. Helping Ekko and Y/N was the last good thing that happened to him if he was being honest. After that…it all went downhill for Huck and for people like him.

The door suddenly opens and the apothecary approaches.

“Trade,” she says, holding a vial on the counter. Cait gasps and when she eyes the vial of potion, the apothecary pulls it closer.

Caitlyn’s POV

“Trade,” the apothecary tells me. When I eye the vial of potion, she pulls it closer. I don’t have any money or anything of value. The only thing I have is-

I look down at my rifle and pop the two bullets in the chamber before folding it up and placing it on the counter, sliding the empty weapon over. Grayson’s voice echoes in my mind. What are you shooting for? Why am I an Enforcer? To help people like Vi. And to help Vi in this moment, I have to give up my gun.

The apothecary looks at me before reaching up to a small vial hanging on her ear. It’s filled with a purple liquid. She uncorks it and makes sure only a single drop of the purple liquid falls into the vial. It glows a sickly purple color before fading. The female takes my weapon and slides the vial out.

“Thank you I really-“ I begin but she slams the door on me. I take the vial of medicine and tuck it into my pocket.

“Let’s go. I think Vi will be happy to see a friendly face,” I say.

“N-n-no, no. Y-you go ahead,” he stammers.

“She knew me when I was still…” he trails off, but I know what he was going to say. When I was still me.

“Anyway, I don’t want her to see me like this. J-Just tell her, uh, tell her I’m sorry. About everything, ok?” He asks and that’s when I envelop the poor mousey man in a hug, clearly catching him off guard but I feel his muscles relax after a second. I can’t thank him enough for helping me as we part ways.

Reader’s POV

Ekko left with Scar and a few others a little while ago. Ekko said I’m supposed to be in charge of everyone and keep them all safe while they’re gone. I want to do what Ekko told me. I want to be the leader he wants…no, the leader he needs me to be but…but I just can’t. That’s not me. Thankfully Kiyi and Senna seem to understand and have stepped in to help when I can’t but luckily nothing is really going on here.

I’m pacing around in front of the mural.

“You gotta relax kid, Ekko’s gonna be back with the others in a little bit,” Kiyi tells me as she adjusts her prosthetic.

“Yeah you’ve seen how great a fighter Ekko is. He can definitely handle himself,” Senna adds and I nod. To be honest that’s not really what I’m worried about. I’m worried that this is my last chance to get to both of my siblings and I’m stuck here.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the small stone I’ve been keeping safe. It’s one of the blue crystals Powder took on the robbery job. She left one behind in the room when Ekko and I went to the Last Drop. I found it and have been keeping it safe ever since. It’s round overall but has jagged edges to it but it’s not sharp. I have to get to them and I have to do it now. I know I can. I shove the stone back into my pocket and look to Kiyi and Senna. Senna notices me first.

“Y/N?” She asks.

“I hafta go,” I say. The two immediately argue and try forcing me to stay but I shake my head.

“I can’t. I…I have to help. They’re my family as much as you guys are. They need me,” I insist. The two share an uneasy look.

“I can do this,” I practically plead. Having lost their own families, I know they understand how I feel. Kiyi sighs and nods.

“Kiyi-“ Senna nudges her.

“She deserves the chance to try. Go,” Kiyi tells me with a nod. I smile and nod back.

“We’ll take care of things here,” she assures me and I nod.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” I almost cry as I hug the two of them.

“But you have to promise us something if we let you go,” Senna says, getting my attention. I look at her.

“At the first sign of danger, you come home, understand? Senna asks and I nod.

“I will,”

“You don’t stop at the Last Drop or even Jericho’s. You come straight home,” she insists and I nod.

“I will Senna,” I repeat but I pause when I see her pull out two crystalline traps. The orange spheres glint in the light as she hands them over to me.

“Take these,” she says and when I try to argue, she insists that if I don’t take them, I can’t go, so I do as I’m told. I shove the orange spheres into my other pocket to keep the gemstone safe. I hurry over to the Sanctuary entrance.

“And Y/N!” Senna calls to me, getting my attention.

“Don’t get yourself killed or I’ll kill you myself!” She calls and I smile, laughing a bit.

“I’ll be careful. And I won’t be long, I promise,” I insist before heading out.

3rd POV

Senna and Kiyi watch as Y/N waves at them and hurries out.

“You really think she can do it?” Kiyi asks. Senna sighs.

“I don’t know. I just know that she deserves the chance to try,” Senna explains and Kiyi nods.

“We should probably get everything straight in case Ekko comes back,” Kiyi suggests and Senna nods. The two know that if anything happens to Y/N, it’s on them since they technically let her go against Ekko’s wishes. But this is personal for them too. You see, Senna and Kiyi were also denied the chance to save their respective families so they empathize with Y/N and her situation.

Back in the Councilor’s room, Jayce is finishing up some last minute paperwork when Marcus walks in behind him and places a grenade next to him. It’s one of Jinx’s grenades. Marcus knows this, but Silco told him to lie to the Councilors. It has the Firelight symbol painted on it but it’s in Jinx’s signature pink and blue colors.

“I found this on one of the Firelights,” Marcus lies to Jayce, “It matches fragments we found outside your lab and at the Hexgates.” That part is not a lie.

“I…have reason to believe they’re planning more attacks,” Marcus says as Jayce picks up the grenade and examines it. He uses his thumb to open the chomping teeth and sees a speaker inside.

“Well, how has this threat gone unnoticed for so long?” Jayce asks.

“Since the Hexgates were completed, the fissures haven’t been a priority,” Marcus says but that’s nothing new. The Undercity has never been a priority for anything but Jayce shakes his head.

“Oh, we’ll settle that later. For now, we need to prevent any further attacks,” Jayce insists.

“Short of searching everyone who crosses the bridges, I don’t know how we can,” Marcus argues calmly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Jayce tells the Sheriff.

“Are you certain? This sort of an order—“

“Do it. We have to protect the city,” Jayce insists before going back to the paperwork he was working on. Marcus looks at him before turning and walking away. He stops once he gets to the room entrance.

“One other thing. I saw Caitlyn Kiramman had a prisoner released on your order,” Marcus says, causing Jayce’s eyes to widen and he pauses.

“Is there anything I can assist with?” Marcus asks and at first, Jayce doesn’t answer. The young Councilor thinks of what he wants to say before taking a breath.

“No. No, uh, we’ve got it covered,” Jayce says, covering for Caitlyn. He didn’t have time to worry about whatever it was she was doing.

Later all the Councilors have gathered around and are at the circular table. Heimerdinger talks to the others, stating that the new changes to the city have created new challenges and that they must hold each other accountable for their actions, but Jayce questions Heimerdinger and who keeps the Head of the Council accountable. After all, Heimerdinger’s had all these years to fix the problems of the Undercity and they’ve only compounded.

Heimerdinger, thinking Jayce is still upset over what he said about Hextech, tells Jayce that he needs more time, but Jayce argues that humans obviously are not as long-lived as Yordles and that Piltover needs someone that looks to the future, not the past.

Jayce even suggests that Heimerdinger should ‘retire’, though it has to be unanimous. However, thanks to all of Jayce’s connections that he made during the show he saw with Mel, all the councilors seem to be on Jayce’s side.

It all comes down to Jayce and even he hesitates when raising his hand to vote. But he does vote against Heimerdinger, which makes the hurt in the Yordle’s eyes that much more devastating.

Vi’s POV

“Vi,” I hear a voice call to me. My eyes flutter open and at first I see Mom. Mom and Powder and Y/N. Mom’s standing over me, a worried look plastered on her face. Powder is next to her, a bit fuzzy and faded, but I can tell she’s holding a bundled up Y/N. I groan slightly but that’s when I feel something press against my lips. I feel a trickle of liquid pour into my mouth and that’s when pain and adrenaline rush through me so intensely that I jolt upright.

“GAAHH!” I scream but I feel a pair of hands catch me and hold me briefly.

“Easy, easy, easy,” I hear Cupcake say as I whimper slightly. She gently cups my face and looks into my eyes before taking a few steps back.

“We need you back on your feet,” Caitlyn tells me, “what was the name Sevika gave you? Jinx?”

“Right, Jinx, how could I forget?” I ask, mostly to myself as I sit up.

“We’re going to have to be more careful now. Silco will be watching-“ Caitlyn says as she leans against the frame of the house. It rumbles a bit before creaking and moving! Dust falls and Caitlyn’s eyes widen and she backs away, looking up at it before following it down. It’s part of the doorway that Mom would measure mine and Powder’s heights on. Y/N was just a baby back then since Powder was only 6 when the youngest girl was born.

Caitlyn looks down and notices our names and height marks. Faded, but still readable. My full name is there. Violet. Cait looks over and spots a ruined crib along with drawings on the wall Powder did for Y/N to look at as she slept. Fun little sea critters.

“You used to live here?” Caitlyn asks me.

“Who’s Powder?” She asks. I shut my eyes and take a breath.

“My sister. I thought she died, but, no. I have to try and find her. She might know where-“ I explain.

“How do you not know if your sister is alive or dead?” Caitlyn asks me. I wrinkle my nose slightly at her.

“It’s hard to check up on people from inside a concrete cell,” I argue, starting to feel angry.

“What, you don’t have parents?” She asks me.

“No!” I snap angrily.

“They were killed by Enforcers,” I reveal and I see her eyes widen and hear a soft gasp escape her lips. Her eyes soften as she searches my face. She really is a bit naive. A metal clanging sound gets my attention. We’re not alone.

3rd POV

As Vi confronts Silco, Jinx decides to go off on her own, taking the flare Vi gave her as a kid, the night they separated. The night Vander died.

Silco uses Shimmer to lure the addicts around him so Vi decides to take down his neon purple sign with a punch to a weak point in the support beam. The wood cracks and it crashes down. Luckily during the chaos, Vi managed to pull Caitlyn with her and the two escape while Silco is trapped in the rubble. While Vi escapes, Jinx lights the flare, blue smoke matching her tattoos billowing out as she holds it up. Memories of her past haunt the teenager but deep down, she just wants her older sister, believing that Y/N is dead, since she hadn’t seen her younger sister in 3yrs after yelling at her. Anytime Jinx hurts someone they die, why should emotional hurt be any different? Vi is all Jinx believes she has left.

As Vi and Caitlyn escape, Silco angrily beats the body of one of the drug addicts that got crushed before grabbing hold of the man who tries to approach him. Silco hits his head a couple times before shoving him away and screaming angrily.

As Vi and Caitlyn climb up the cliffs, they finally get to the ledge that leads back into the alleyways of the Undercity. Vi leaps and accidentally collides with someone. He yells at her and she flips him off before challenging him. Caitlyn grabs hold of her and pulls Vi enough that Vi turns to see a plume of blue smoke in the distance. Vi’s pale blue eyes widen as Caitlyn pulls her along. Back Topside, at the Bridge, Marcus and the Enforcers set up a barrier to block anyone from just crossing over.

Elsewhere in the Undercity, Y/N follows the path a young Viktor took many years ago to see the doctor. Now, 2 decades later, Viktor returns to Singed, since he’s the person Viktor thought could help with his problem with the Hexcore. Jayce did tell him to do what he needed to.

Instead, Y/N uses the path to follow Ekko. It’s a shortcut and she knows most of the hideout spots going towards the Sumps. The girl manages to hurry down and head towards the chasms when shes spots a streak of green light in the sky to the left instead. She follows where it’s going and that’s when she also sees a plume of blue smoke rising in the air. Her eyes widen.

“Jinx!” Y/N gasps and hurries as fast as she can. She runs down an alley, sliding under a pipe before taking a staircase going up. Just have to keep going up.

The girl’s breathing turns labored and ragged. She coughs a bit and feels her lungs start to constrict and forces the girl to slow down. Y/N looks and spots an abandoned motorized bicycle. She climbs on and turns the motor on with a switch. It starts going and it goes even faster when the girl starts pedaling. Y/N finds herself smiling since the feeling reminds her of riding with Ekko and Powder on his Wheel, only this time, Y/N gets to steer.

It takes a bit but Y/N manages to figure out how to just glance up for the smoke and keep her eyes on the path in front of her, making sure not to run into anyone. The girl rides for quiet a bit before needing to make a sharp turn, nearly scraping the handle on the building and gets to a staircase.

“Shit,” Y/N says and ditches the bike and runs up the stairs. Once she comes to the top of the staircase, she sees a figure standing on a rooftop in the distance, holding the flare! It’s where the blue smoke is coming from! Y/N’s eyes widen. She has to get over there!

Back at the Last Drop, Silco returns to his office and sits down in his chair, sighing.

“How many problems can one girl cause?” Silco asks about Vi to himself. He glances at his desk and that’s when he sees the knife piercing the desk. He sees the blue line of color on it forming an arrow pointing up. Silco looks up and that’s when he sees Sevika tied up, hanging from the ceiling unconscious and covered in pink and blue paint. The word LIAR is written all over the woman’s body along with graffiti glasses and mustache on her face.

A crow lands nearby as Jinx holds still. She can hear the hiss of smoke start to lessen. As the flare runs out Jinx growls angrily before throwing the flare as hard as she can. The metal hilt disappears into the fog as she pants slightly. Jinx takes out the stolen gemstone and she glares at it before gripping the stone tighter.

“Powder?” Jinx hears a familiar voice. She turns around slowly and through the mist, Jinx spots Vi.

“Vi?” Jinx asks and Vi lets tears form in her eyes.

“Oh Powder!” Vi gasps and races forward and scoops her younger sister in a hug. Jinx is so caught off guard that she drops the gemstone. The crow caws. Both sisters are unaware that another approaches. A pair of eyes watches the two hug. It’s Y/N! She finally found her sisters! It’s really them!

Jinx’s vision blurs and tears start to spill out before she cries and clings to Vi, hugging the older woman back, sobbing quietly. Vi puts a loving hand on Jinx’s cheek.

“I-I’m so sorry Powder. I tried to come back. I promise, I did. But I…I got arrested,” Vi explains. Jinx’s eyes widen.

“Marcus?” She asks.

“I don’t know. I…It doesn’t matter. I just…I never thought I’d see you again,” Vi says, her face also streaming with tears before hugging Jinx again. This time, Jinx doesn’t hug back. Instead she glances at Vi sadly, a worried look plastered on her face.

“Are you real?” Jinx whimpers.

Vi pulls away but keeps a hand on her tattooed shoulder.

“Yes, of course. It’s me, Vi, your sister. I’m here-I-I’m right here,” Vi assures the younger blue-haired girl.

“Things changed when you left. I changed,” Jinx sobs.

“I know, Pow-pow, I know. You did what you had to do to survive,” Vi says, putting a hand on Jinx’s cheek lovingly. Vi takes a breath.

“Me too. It’s ok. What matters is we’re together,” Vi says, hugging Jinx once more.

After a moment passes, Vi pulls back.

“W-What about Y/N? Where is she?” Vi asks. Jinx flinches at the name.

“Y-Y/N? No…No-no-no-she’s…because of me—she’s dead-she’s dead-“ Jinx says and Vi’s eyes widen.

“W-What? What are you talking about Powder? That’s not true-“ Vi tries. Y/N is about to reveal herself but that’s when she hears footsteps approaching. The girl hides as Caitlyn races by, not even noticing the girl.

Caitlyn slows to a stop when she sees Vi and Jinx talking. Jinx immediately pulls away and grabs her gatling gun and aims it at the Enforcer.

“Who is she?” Jinx asks.

“Who’re you?” Caitlyn asks. The crow caws.

“It’s ok, she’s a friend,” Vi explains. Jinx glares at Vi.

“Sevika wasn’t lying? You’re with an Enforcer?” Jinx asks, taking a step away from Vi. Jinx’s boot knocks the gemstone slightly and Caitlyn notices the gem. That’s when the puzzle completes itself for her.

“Your sister is Jinx?” Caitlyn asks Vi.

“Caitlyn just listen—we can work this out-“ Vi tries to deescalate the situation.

“This is a trick! You’re playing me!” Jinx says, getting everyone’s attention.

“SHUT UP! I’m in no mood!” Jinx snaps angrily at Mylo’s voice.

“We didn’t say anything,” Caitlyn says.

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Jinx snaps and points her gatling at Caitlyn.

“Powder! It’s ok-“ Vi insists, stepping in between the gun and Caitlyn.

“Stop calling me that!” Jinx barks, “It’s Jinx now! Powder fell down a well!” she growls.

“You’re not a Jinx. God I never should’ve-“ Vi tries apologizing but Jinx shoves her giant gun in Vi’s face. The older sister holds her hands up.

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child! Was that why you came? For this stupid stone?” Jinx asks, fearing Silco is right.

“No, I don’t even know what that is, I-“ Vi tries but Jinx chuckles humorlessly.

“You’re a class act, Sister. Sister thought I missed her, bet you wouldn’t miss her,” Jinx taunts to the gun, pulling the barrel rotator so it starts up. All Jinx would need to do would be to pull the trigger.

“Powder! I’m here for you. Only you. You can fire that thing if you want but I’m not going anywhere! I’m not going to abandon you again,” Vi insists, pushing the gun away, taking a few steps forward so she can put a gentle hand on Jinx’s tattooed bicep. The touch almost ignites the voices in Jinx’s head.

“Everyone shut up! I need to think!” Jinx snaps, jerking her head to the side. The sudden outburst makes Vi flinch back, removing her hand as she stares worriedly at Jinx.

A far away metallic noise gets Y/N’s attention. She glances back and that’s when she realizes it’s Ekko and the others! Oh no.

“Did you hear that?” Jinx asks, looking around, also hearing the noise. However, Vi and Caitlyn merely look around, not having heard anything.

Y/N watches the pipes across the way and sees a green light on the inside. It gets brighter and that’s when a figure zips out on a hoverboard! It’s Ekko! Y/N tucks herself into her hiding spot, behind a stack of crates. Ekko and the other Firelights fly out and Jinx immediately starts firing. Vi readies herself while Caitlyn ducks out of the way of an incoming Firelight. She looks over and spots the stolen gemstone on the ground. Vi looks at Powder before assessing the situation. Y/N shuts her eyes and covers her head, the trauma of what happened all those years ago coming rushing back to her. The fear, it makes the young girl freeze up.

Scar, Ekko’s right hand, dodges Jinx’s bullets and manages to get close to her. He flies around her but gets caught by Vi’s fist, knocking him off his board. Another Firelight flies in, swinging a metallic spear, forcing Vi to duck out of the way. Jinx fires, accidentally hitting the gemstone. Luckily it’s the stable kind and it merely bounces around. Caitlyn glances around and spots it. One of the firelights flies back enough to be able to turn around and charge, but Jinx manages to swing her gatling at him, knocking him off his board. She pulls out her pistol and aims it but another Firelight comes in to get Jinx’s attention. She shifts focus and aims at him, firing a crystalline trap at his board. He flies through, shattering it. Jinx dodges out of the way and manages to clip a grenade to the back of the board, pulling the pin as he flies away. He spots the grenade in time and manages to jump off the board. It swerves a bit before exploding. The Firelight falls before being caught by Ekko.

The gemstone rolls, hitting Vi’s foot and falls off the side but luckily Caitlyn reaches out and catches it. Vi grabs Scar and hits him with a quick combo while Jinx deals with the Firelights still on their hoverboards. Jinx fires all around and Vi sees purple bullets whizz by. The fighter uses her arms to cover her head before spotting Jinx spray her gunfire, laughing. Vi’s eyes widen a bit but she can’t dwell on the change she saw in Powder as she nearly gets swiped by an uppercut from Scar.

Vi steps back and dodges. Caitlyn hides and peers out, not spotting the Firelight near her. She steps out but immediately gets hit so hard she blacks out. Her hand loosens around the gemstone and the Firelight spots it, tilting his head at it, clearly wondering what it is. He manages to take it before putting out a smoke cover to kidnap the Enforcer.

The smoke gets Jinx’s attention and the girl realizes the gemstone is also gone. She aims her Pow-pow gun but the smoke disappears and there’s nothing. A Firelight tries attacking from above but Jinx is ready and merely moves to the side before kicking the gang member and hitting him with her massive gatling. He grunts, falling back as Vi hits Scar with another combo, knocking him down. Vi takes a breath and rubs her mouth before looking over at Jinx.

She uses her weapon to hit with rather than to shoot with and the brutality causes Vi’s eyes to widen.

“Powder,” Vi gasps, not noticing Scar come to behind her. A Firelight flies by and Jinx dodges. She fires at him, hitting his hoverboard, causing it to smoke and he has to abandon it. He runs to avoid the bullets and jumps off the edge to be caught by another Firelight.

“Powder!” Vi exclaims, about to rush towards her younger sister, but Scar blindsides her, hitting her with his staff, knocking her out cold. Vi’s limp body thumps to the ground.

Distracted, Jinx doesn’t notice the downed Firelight about to attack. His blade slices her leg and she yelps in pain.

“GAAAH!” She cries out before glaring down at him. She hits him with her gun and he falls to the ground, his mask partly shattered. Y/N peers out when she hears Jinx’s cry of pain and her eyes widen when the kid sees Jinx is hurt.

Jinx inspects her wound before aiming at the Firelight’s head. The barrel rotates. Scar winds up with his spear, about to pierce Vi’s body when Ekko comes up and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Take her,” Ekko orders. Out of the corner of her eye, Jinx sees the Firelights pick Vi up. She turns and sees Vi slung over one’s back. Jinx breathes hard looking between the Firelight and Vi. Her lower lip quivers.

“RAAAUUUGHH!!” Jinx yells, rushing forward as Ekko creates a smokescreen, allowing them to escape with Vi.

The smoke disappears and Jinx looks around, all alone. She breathes hard.

“Vi?” Jinx whimpers emotionally.

“NOOOO!!!!!” Jinx screams. Part of her wonders if it’s even real.

End.

[nellynee]

Open season huskerdust fic concepts cause I'll certainly never write them (use as you like but lmk if you write I'll gobble that shit up!)

A Peggy Sue (character goes back in time with knowledge of future events) Husker fic. Key points include things like

Husk building an Overlord Au empire. His vice is gambling and he's pretty lazy, so the original version who sold himself to Alastor simply amassed personal power and riches he could gamble and coasted on fame but didnt build infrastructure. He does so the second time to give himself a power base he *can* safely gamble with and a potential safe space for Angel. In other words, canon overlord Husk was a singular gambler, au Husk builds an empire out of spite.

Husk and Val drop into hell at about the same time. If Husk goes after Angel right away then this is still early stage Val who's charismatic and sweet and gives Angel any drug he pleases. Angel is the old blood here.

Say it with me folks. Husk would let Angel do sex work! Angel likes it and Husk isnt the jelous type!

Husk genuinely contemplates just sitting back and letting Angel be until he regrets Val's deal because like he's hasn't hits that self reflection and isnt the same Angel yet and Husk can't force him and not be an asshole and OG Angel wouldnt apreciate being babied like this but on the other hand he could save Angel a few lifetimes of suffering. Maybe he'll loose a game and a pretty valuable angelic weapon to Angel to give him a way out when he needs it (that would be such a bittersweet ending!)

Husk still ends up betting his soul to Alastor. Not because of outside tension but becaue of his own vices and moral failings. Husk doesn't sing about his drinking or laziness in looser baby it's his gambling addiction. He knows it's a bad idea. He always swore *if he could only go back*. But *what if he wins?*

2. Soft porno AU. In the wake of Ozzie declaring his love for Fizzie, there's been a small, but noticiable and steadily climbing, trend of demand for softcore schmaltzy porno. Starting with the hellborn, but its infecting the pride ring sinners too. *then it turns out someone witness and recorded looser baby*. Now theres a pretty loud conversation about Angel's apparent secret soft daddy, and demand is going from annoying to picking at sales numbers and it's not going away.

Val *haaaaaaaates* this. Like. From a moral standpoint. He's into corruption and pain and non con and fucking up nice things. He's literally gagging, and maybe even seething inside because he might not want it with Angel but not being able to have it irks him

Angel and Husk are in fact not sleeping together (but want to)

Husk suddenly gets horny fans. He's not a fox hes a cat damn it. What the fuck is a grungy daddy. ANGEL STOP LAUGHING

Angel starts getting soft flirting as pick up lines and it's legit uncomfy as fuck for him

Val tries to make soft boy porn to various degrees with various people and not only does it suck he's actually throwing up in his mouth

Val: look, just fuck my bitch (who I know you are already fucking you cunt) in front of a camera while looking in his eyes and I will give you so much money. Husk: my contract literally forwards all my worldly possessions to Al that means nothing to me Val: *chews his own arm off*

Val: hey can I use your soul for a movie I'll give you money and women. Alastor: *pissing himself with uncomfortable laughter* Val: men?....

Husker: how about we play a little game. Every time you win I'll make a little film with Angel. But if I win you gimmie something I want

(Bonus if he loses some to escalete stakes up to souls. Double bonus to finding a work around to Al owning Angel. My top picks are Charlie being so aggressively thankful to Al helping to free Angel that he's peer pressured into releasing the contract, or Angel being so aggressively suggestive on what his contract is for that Al would rather break his chains than deal with that)

Alternate of above. Husk and Angel make unintentionally silly and loving amateur porn that just reeks of akward sentimentality. There's giggling and tickling and bad jokes and like *kissing* and bad angles and it's kinda terrible and wonderful and takes the internet by storm. It's on Angel's personal harddrive but that all technically belongs to Val per contract. In same spirit as above.

(Bonus round. If you dont understand poker, don't use is as a two person game.It's possible, but two person poker is a very unique beast. Poker is about the read. Early hands are used to get beads on people and judge attitudes and trends. Between two people, you end up folding +90% of hands until you have something. If you bet, the other person is judging you bluff, and they most the time fold. It's boring as fuck.

Husk's Overlord flashback sugests he and Alastor were playing Old Maid, a game still better with more people, but perfectly possible with two. Honestly one much easier to learn, easier to build tension with, and much better thematically for these kinds of stories. STOP USING POKER FOR INTENSE MOMENTS IF YOU DONT PLAY

Honestly two person poker would be a better game for Husk and Angel, as it gives space to bullshit between a dozen shit hands and folded bluffs as pots swing back and forth. Willingly building a pot and tricking someone into taking it is a pretty hard gamble to take ya know?)

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Fledging

Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him.

Length: 53,381 Words

AO3 Rating: Mature/ Spice Level 🔥🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Parent, Slow Burn

Triggers: Grief

Read it here, fic by FeralTuxedo

*Minor Spoilers* I've read this one twice now, and I was thrilled to find that not only did all the details from the first read stick with me, but that familiarity helped me connect even more the second time around. It's an excellent story of family, and both the burden and joy of responsibility.

Aziraphale has worked hard to build a struggling, but free, life for himself at 24 after leaving his family, but everything gets turned upside down when his estranged sister suddenly dies, and he takes in his niece, Pepper. Enter "Cool Dad" Crowley, father to Adam, who notices Aziraphale's struggle and offers a helping hand. This setup is unique and intriguing, and I'm such a sucker for the parent/adoption trope. Aziraphale didn't want Pepper, and she didn't want him. But the journey of them learning to trust each other, finding their places, and loving each other like a true family? Yeah, I'm a sucker for that narrative.

I'm also a sucker for the slow burn between these two young parents, finding support and friendship in each other. There's instant chemistry, but it's the quiet kind that promises a lifetime of domestic bliss. It's a bumpy road to get there, though. Past mistakes and bad parenting choices block their path, and they'll have to learn to fix their mistakes to make a life together. It's not an easy journey, Crowley needs to right his wrongs but Aziraphale also needs to step up to his responsibility to Pepper.

There are two sexual scenes but they are quick and non explicit so you're totally fine to read this in public! There's lots of love and joy to be found here, but also some slight angst and contemplative moments. Makes for a wonderful lazy day read.

Read it here, fic by FeralTuxedo

[ghastlybin]

Past life! AU ➫ Mina

Happy Mina day!! Trying to participate on some of these birthdays but y’all know I’m always late lol.

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▾Past life! AU ▾ Soulmate! AU? ▾ Mina x GN reader ▾ Fluff ▾ Maybe 2% angst if you wanna get technical. ▾ Death implication? ▾ Very brief mentions of different periods of time ▾ It’s meant to be short as symbolization of there never being enough time. ▾ HAPPY MINA DAY ♡ ▾

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W.C ▾ 1.3K

Synopsis ▾ Everyone forgets their memories when they die. You’re the only one who remembers everything, including your soulmate, Mina.

“I remember you.”

“Huh?”

Mina had a questioning look on her face. You already knew her, but she was meeting you for the first time in *her* life.

Eight lifetimes passed by and every time you’ve met Mina, whether it was at the market inside of a kingdom, during the war, or on campus at the college of your dreams.

“Ah, nothing… I’m sorry!” You cringed, hurrying off and leaving Mina in more confusion than before.

Everyone is supposed to forget their memories of their lives lived upon death.

For some reason, you never did.

You lived day by day and lifetime by lifetime with every single memory you made in your previous lives.

The first time you met Mina was in a forest a month before you died, and she was a runaway princess from a kingdom nearby.

Even in that short amount of time spent with her, you knew she was the one.

Time and time again, it was proven that she was your soulmate.

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For months, Mina thought about you and what you said.

“I remember you.”

She wondered who you were or what you meant. She wondered why she felt familiar with that phrase.

She wondered where she had heard that before.

Mina returned to the place you spoke to her and hoped you would return too.

After an hour of sitting at the bench and scanning the crowd, you returned just as fate planned.

Mina shot up and jogged towards you. At first, you didn’t notice her but as she came closer, you stopped in your tracks until she was standing a few feet in front of you.

“Do you still remember me?” She asked with unintentional desperation in her voice.

“Yes.” You answered. “I didn’t mean to weird you out or confuse you back then.”

“No, don’t worry. I’ve been wondering where you know me from?” Mina asked. You contemplated whether to tell her everything or just start over and introduce yourself as you have been since your second lifetime.

Whichever you chose to do, you were destined to be with her. She was your soulmate and you were hers.

In the end, you told her everything. How you knew her ever since your first life on this earth up until now.

It was the first time you were completely honest with her. And of course, Mina didn’t believe you.

“Prove it to me.” She walked with you, side by side. Even though she didn’t initially believe you, she couldn’t ignore the connection she felt with you.

“Your name is Mina, you’re an introvert— You’ve never been the first to speak before today, I think you’re funny, and are your favorite colors still purple and indigo?”

Mina was quiet for a moment, unsure what to say but she believed you then.

It took her only a minute to find the same love she had for you in her past life, but for you, it never left. The thing about life is that there is never enough time.

In the time you were given to each other in each life, you learned more about her than you knew previously.

For her, she was barely learning about you, over and over again.

And every time, she loved you more than she did in her previous life. More than she would ever know.

▾

You two were pretty much inseparable from that point moving forward. Everything that could be done together, was done together and anything that happened without the other would be spoken of later on that evening.

Your love for each other was apparent in each waking moment. Most of the people around you knew you were meant for each other, while others didn’t get it. How two people could love each other so much.

How would you explain it? That love was the motivation you had knowing you had finally reunited with your one and only or how love was the laugh that came after a joke that you knew wasn’t funny. The smile that would greet you every morning or the small details remembered that have previously gone unnoticed.

Everyone had their own definition of love. It was something that didn’t have a single meaning.

It meant more than a simple, ‘I love you.’

As the years went by, you could feel the end of yet another lifetime coming to an end, and you were always the first to pass on.

As always, you felt grateful for how long you had with her in this life. And yet, you were bitter that there wasn’t enough time with her.

“I will remember you in our next life.” Mina said with such sincerity that you almost believed her.

You wanted to, at least. But you knew that wasn’t how it worked.

Everyone was supposed to forget their memories at death.

Mina wasn’t an exception. You weren’t sure why you were an exception.

“I will love you more in our next life.” You remarked. Mina smiled, sitting on a chair at your bedside, squeezing out every last second she had with you.

“I know you will.” Her voice cracked as the lump in her throat grew with each second you were closer to the end.

“I promise I will find you.” You told her, trying to offer any form of reassurance. You just didn’t want her to be afraid. Despite it all, Mina believed you.

Even though it wasn’t the end, it was for this lifetime.

“…I know you will.” She repeated through bittersweet tears. You held her hand with a tight grip that slowly loosened as your time in this life ended.

“I love you.”

▾

You walked through the city as flying cars zoomed past you on their way to their destinations.

Technology had pretty much made up everything in the year of 3016 and everyone— Who hadn’t gone completely off grid— had an online presence.

And there you were, looking for her in yet another lifetime.

Myoui Mina.

You held your phone in your hand, looking at every building sign. While it felt weird looking at her location tag, a promise was a promise.

After walking for about twenty more minutes, you realized Mina wasn’t at the café you’ve been looking for anymore and was on the move just as you were.

The problem was that her location outside of public buildings wasn‘t on display.

You put your phone away and sighed, hoping to find her in the crowd. Surely, she couldn’t have gone far. Her location tag said she left the café about five minutes ago.

You stood outside of the café with a frown, thinking that maybe it wasn’t your time to meet her yet. You had waited years of navigating the future and keeping track of the evolution of technology until you were able to freely look for Mina— Wherever she was.

You walked away from the café and decided to go on with your day. Maybe another day, you told yourself.

Part of you wished you could just message her instead of stalking her location tags. You wished technology had the persons social media attached automatically.

Mina never updated her public profile when she first entered the digital world. You didn’t blame her though. You’d only just figured it out, still used to the old world.

You scanned the crowd in front of you as you passed by. There she was. As beautiful as ever and in her own world, sitting on a bench at the bus stop.

You recollected yourself in your excitement as you saw the bus approaching— and fast.

You didn’t want to miss your chance and soon, both feet were planted on the road. One foot in front of the other, you sprinted across the street towards her.

Luckily, you made it across without incident and you were standing a few feet away from Mina.

Your soulmate.

And she was staring at you too. Only in this lifetime, she was smiling at you with an all too familiar fondness rather than the initial confused look.

“I remember you.”

With a relieved breath, you grinned, stepping closer to her before she threw her arms around you.

“Finally.”

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Happy birthday, Jihyo! The efforts you always put in all that you do are admiralable. Thank you for being the best leader. You're the glue that helps TWICE stick together 🎊🧡

I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote this for her birthday and @zyonamourolls

I'll be posting the rest of this AU over the next couple of weeks

Synopsis: After a lifetime of waiting, you finally found her again. (TW: slight violence and brief mention of blood. Flashbacks are in italics)

Finally found

"Get away from her!" Jihyo stood in between the man and woman whom he decided to target.

"Well, look what we have here, a mighty hero. You shouldn't interfere in things that don't concern you."

He tried to get to the other woman, but Jihyo fought him.

Where are you, my love? I need you.

"Run. Now!" She urged the other, who did what she was told. Before she could notice, he had pulled out a knife, gravely injuring her.

That was his first and last mistake.

The sky rumbled and flashed with thunder and lightning.

"Jihyo!"

The man was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall with great force, knocking him unconscious. You'd deal with him later.

"No, no, no."

You rushed to her, bringing Jihyo as close as possible without aggravating her wound. Inspecting and putting pressure on it, you knew it was fatal based on the amount of blood she was losing.

"I'm here now, love. I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner. I'm going to get you help." You got ready to fly, but she weakly grasped your arm.

"I'm not going to make it, y/n."

"Don't say that. It's not too late." Your voice quivered, but she smiled at you.

"Shhh. It's okay, y/n. Our time together in this lifetime may have been cut short, but I know you'll find me again in the next."

Jihyo kissed you before wiping your tears as best she can.

"I love you, my angel."

"I love you."

She continued smiling as her eyes fluttered shut and she went limp.

"Jihyo?...Jihyo!"

No response.

You desperately sobbed, gently rocking her body.

"No, please, please. Please. Come back to me, don't leave me."

The heavens opened, but you shielded her with your wings. The unrelenting rainfall coincides with your grief and tears.

~◇~

Jihyo shot upright in a sweat, trying to catch her breath. She's been having quick snippets of the same dream almost every night. But this, this was more vivid.

"So much for not waking up early on my day off." She mumbled to herself as she walked into the kitchen, which contained one occupant.

"You had that dream didn’t you?" Mina was the only one she had told, only because she had overheard Jihyo talking in her sleep.

"Yeah. But this time it was different, more detailed." She explained her dream, and Mina looked pensive at the end of it.

"What's your opinion on the theory of being reborn?"

"Huh?"

"You know, people contemplate whether or not soulmates and reincarnation exist. Based on the amount of detail, maybe this dream is from a past life of yours."

Jihyo looked at her, bewildered.

"Yeah um I think you might have been watching too many romance dramas...or too busy pining over Chaeyoung."

"Unnie!"

~◇~

Trudging through your apartment, you collapsed onto your bed. Another shift at the hospital was completed. Being the chief obstetrician brought feelings of purpose, and it was rewarding, helping life come into the world; but it could be exhausting. Especially when complications arise.

You considered whether to go flying around for fresh air. At the thought, your wings sprung out, but in the end, you decided to have a nap.

"Sorry." Your wings tucked themselves back in as you closed your eyes.

Not even half an hour after falling asleep, you were abruptly woken by the sound of music blasting throughout the place. Considering that you lived alone, you knew who it was.

Curse your sibling.

You stormed to the living room, yelling.

"Lucifer! Can you please turn -" You went from irritated to breathless at the sound of a familiar yet foreign voice. A voice you hadn't heard in nearly a century.

"Who- who is that?"

"They're TWICE, a K-pop group."

"The one singing a moment ago, what's her name?"

"Oh, that's the leader, Park Jihyo."

You had to sit down before your legs gave in. The shock was so great that Lucifer had to shout your name a number of times in order for you to snap out of it.

"Brother. It's her."

He stared at you, confused, until his eyes widened as it clicked.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go to her!"

"Yeah, because they're just going to let me waltz in and talk to a famous idol." You quipped sarcastically.

He thought for a moment before looking cheerful.

"Leave it with me, sis. I'll handle it."

He threw you a wink, making you grimace. Things with Lucifer can go haywire but at this point, you'd try almost anything.

-×-

Another day, another shift. You were getting ready to help one of your patients until...

"Y/n!" Lucifer appeared beside you, with a stupid grin on his face.

"Oh for the love of- what the hell are you doing here?"

"Can't a guy visit his sister?"

"Not at work, especially when she's prepping to deliver a baby." You walked away, but he grabbed your arm.

"Wait. At least hear me out."

"Fine. Ten seconds, go."

"I got us tickets to see TWICE, and I managed to charm the staff to let us meet the members. You can reunite with her, y/n."

"I..."

So many emotions swirled within. You almost cried then and there. You were fortunate to have a sibling like him. Not that you would ever say it out loud. His ego was already big enough.

"You could've at least waited until I got home to drop this bombshell. Goodness knows you barge into my apartment whenever you damn well, please."

Walking away once more, your heart was racing. Lucifer just found it hilarious.

"You're welcome, sis!"

~◇~

The concert began not long after you had sat down but you were still restless.

Until you saw Jihyo.

Oh, how you had missed her. How you managed to wait this long, you'd never know.

"Are you okay?" Lucifer whispered.

"I'm fine."

"But you're crying." Huh. You didn't even realise.

"It's just a lot to process right now, but I promise I'm alright." No further words were exchanged; not that you could talk anyway. Especially when you kept your eyes on Jihyo the entire time.

You never did stop crying throughout the concert.

Seeing her so energetic, finding joy and happiness in performing with the members. That's all you wanted for her, to find passion in life.

On Jihyo's side, there was something different in the air tonight, besides the usual bursts of excitement they get. She felt compelled to keep looking at a certain section of the audience but could not figure out why.

Almost as if she was being drawn in.

The thought kept nagging in the back of her head, but was brushed away because in the blink of an eye, the concert was over.

~◇~

The members waited patiently for the people who their manager said had wanted to meet them.

Lucifer walked in alone, greeting them respectfully.

"Hello, I'm Lucifer. I'm here with my sister, who should be here soon."

You had gone to the bathroom to freshen up before you reunited with the love of your life. So your brother covered for you, making small talk to pass the time.

But you were taking too long, and idols could only give so much of their time. Their manager informed them it was time to go.

"No, wait! Please, my sister has been waiting for so long to meet you. I'll get her."

"Fine. Five minutes." He bolted out of the room, searching.

Lucifer found you curled up, outside the bathroom. As your younger brother, he always looked up to you; for him, it was unnerving seeing you look so... small.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He sat beside you.

"Lucifer. I can't do it. How can I face her after what happened? I know she doesn't remember, but I don't deserve to meet her again. Jihyo is better off without me."

"No." He looked at you seriously, with a frown.

"What?"

"Don't make that decision for her. She made her choices back then, so let her make the choice now, whether or not she wants you in her life."

He gave you his handkerchief to dry your eyes.

"I know the past still hurts you. But don't let it make you so afraid that you would let her slip away again. Having another chance like this is nothing short of a miracle. Don't waste it."

You looked to him in awe.

"Who knew the devil could be so wise?"

Lucifer smirked and shrugged, then stood, offering a hand to pull you up.

"So what's it gonna be, y/n?"

~x~

Their manager glanced at her watch, sighing.

"We need to go." They all got ready to leave when the door abruptly slammed open; you and Lucifer stormed in, out of breath from running there.

"We're here!"

Jihyo's jaw dropped. It's you. The girl from her dreams.

You bowed, half in greeting and half in apology.

"Hi everyone! Forgive me for making you wait. I'm - "

"Y/n." She finished your sentence before she could stop herself.

Everyone including you, looked at Jihyo in shock and making her flustered.

"You know her, unnie?" Tzuyu asked.

"No, but -"

"How did you know her name?" Dahyun chimed in this time.

"Well..." How was she going to explain to her members that she's been dreaming of this stranger, that your name was engraved in her heart and mind.

That you were the person she's been unknowingly yearning for for months.

"Lucky guess, I suppose! People always say I look like a y/n." Not really, but you didn't want her to feel embarrassed.

Jihyo looked at you with relieved gratitude, and you smiled shyly in return.

She stepped forward, offering a hand shake, which you gladly accepted.

"Hello y/n."

"Hello Jihyo."

And as for you, your lost and troubled heart was finally at ease; for it had found its way back home.

~◇~

"You have some nerve asking me that. Especially after what you've done." You stood, drenched from the rain, bruises and minute traces of blood on your knuckles, before God himself, your father.

Pleading with him to bring Jihyo back.

"This is an outlandish request, even for you y/n. You are not the first or last person to lose someone. I can not outright bend the rules for you, regardless of the fact you are my child."

Your hands clenched, tears flowing while you dropped to your knees, head bowed.

"Then turn me human." You begged.

"Excuse me, you want me to what?"

"Turn me human. Everything is meaningless without her."

"You would really give up your birthright for her?"

"Yes." You answered too quickly for your father's liking. The way he stormed off was evidence of this.

But you stopped caring the moment you lost her.

He had returned a few hours later, much calmer after talking with your mother about the situation. Although, he didn't expect you to still be kneeling where he left you.

He mimicked you, going down to your level, that you may talk face to face.

"This human, she means that much to you?" He asked gently. You nodded tiredly.

"Father, I love her. I do not wish to live in a world where she doesn't exist."

He had never heard you sound so broken. Even if he had high expectations for you, you were still his firstborn. What kind of parent would want to see their child in pain?

He sighed in defeat and conceded, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Okay."

~x~

You sat in front of her gravestone, fingers tracing the surface, where Jihyo's name was carved.

"Sorry I'm late, my love, Lucifer keeps dragging me into his outlandish schemes. He says it's because I'm the only sibling willing to put up with his antics, but I think he's just trying to cheer me up. He won't admit it, though, stubborn man. He would've liked you, I wish I didn't wait to introduce you. It was me being selfish and wanting to keep you far away from the dysfunctional circus that is my family."

You laughed almost bitterly while wiping your eyes.

"I miss you Jihyo, but please wait for me amor. Even if I have to spend the entirety of my existence looking, you have my word that in another life, I will find you again."

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CREATURE LIKE ME || CHAPTER SEVEN: MURDERER

[TASM Peter Parker!Werewolf AU]

Story Summary: Kraven and his guild of hunters have been tracking and quelling the werewolf population for centuries. The time has come for Aylin to complete her first solo hunt to prove herself to the guild. It was supposed to be simple. One wolf, one death, one victory. She never expected to end up with a secret hostage on her hands.

Chapter Seven Warnings (spoilers): this chapter contains a SA scene and a depiction of a murder

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Aylin leaned her shoulder against the stone wall and watched with a placid detachment as Kraven carried the naked wolf girl over to the table. He laid her limp body down with a sort of tenderness Aylin wasn’t used to seeing from him. The wolf girl’s eyes remained closed. Though, her dark, wet lashes clumped together as if she had been silently crying only moments ago. Through the thick layers of dirt and caked over blood, her body was painted with a myriad of scars. Old and new. Knife slices, whip slashings, bruises, bite marks. Aylin could make constellations out of the red marks of abuse hidden among her black and purple galaxy skin. Whatever she had experienced down here, the wolf girl had experienced much, much worse. 

Her death was the last piece of the puzzle for Aylin to gain her freedom 

Her life would amount to nothing more than a final sacrifice. One life traded for another. Her death meant Aylin could live again. 

And Aylin didn’t even know the girl’s name.

Kraven took a step back from the table and observed the young girl with a quiet contemplation, “Don’t ever mention this to Calypso but I think I’ve grown a bit fond of the wolf. She was a fierce fighter for being such a little thing but, alas, everyone gets broken in the end. Look at her now. Wasted away to nothing. Her blood has served me well. Even now, it still courses through my system. They only last a few hours inside of you depending on how much you drink before the effects start to wear off. I tell you, it’s like a power you’ve never felt in all your life, Aylin. Truly an addicting substance. It’s no wonder the wolves fight so hard to stay alive. They must feel incredible all the time.” He paused to glance down at the girl, rethinking his statement. “Well, not all the time.”

Aylin pushed herself off the wall and padded over to where he stood. Each step shot an agonizing, fiery pain up her thigh. She had to position her legs further apart than usual so her thighs didn’t rub together. Even with Calypso’s special salve covering her brand, it still seared red hot and angry. 

“Why are you telling me this?” She muttered, standing at his side. “What you and Calypso are doing is a direct betrayal to the guild. You’re consuming the blood of the enemy. You’re drinking wolf blood. Does that make you a werewolf, too? Are you one of them now?” 

The guild had no prior knowledge on how Lycan were made as far as she knew. Wolves kept their secrets close to their chest but the Colt’s always assumed it had something to do with consuming their blood. Peter only mentioned that a person could be turned or born into it. He never stated how that transformation took place. It seemed like blood would be a key factor in it, though. 

Kraven gave her a side eye and shrugged, “Who are you going to tell? You’ve been branded with the Kravinoff emblem. You’re one of mine now. If I go down, you go down.” 

Kravinoff emblem. This symbol of the sun belonged to the entire Silver Colt guild. It wasn’t something only for him to claim. Her mother wore a golden sun pendant around her neck. Her father had it tattooed on his shoulder. She had it embroidered into her hunting jacket. That didn’t mean they were all claimed by Kraven. The sun united them together against the moon worshiping Lycan. It didn’t claim them. Her brand meant nothing to her except a physical reminder that she lived a lifetime of lies. Her sun, charred into her skin like a farmer’s cattle, did not signify anything other than a sun. She gave it no power over her. No matter who manipulated her body, her mind would never belong to anyone but herself. 

Unless he managed to sever what little grasps of sanity she was still desperately clinging to down here.

“We’re not werewolves,” he stated. “Neither Cal nor I have experienced any change besides feeling stronger and more youthful than usual. We’re not one of them. We’re just enhancing our bodies to be better hunters. Clearly, blood isn’t what transforms a person. We were wrong in our assumptions.” 

The Silver Colts were wrong about a lot of things. 

The broken, naked wolf girl laying half unconscious in front of them was one of those things. 

They were two abused, degraded women confined to a torture chamber with a hot-headed narcissist and his psychopathic wife. It didn’t matter where either of the girls originally came from, only that they ended up in the same place, at the same time. While one’s story was going to end in this room, the other’s was just about to begin. 

Aylin stepped forward when she noticed the girl shivering. She had no comfort to offer her, no blanket, or clothes for warmth. All she had was herself. Aylin placed a hand over the girl’s forehead and gently stroked it over her hair like her mother used to do for her when she was ill. She could tell the girl had a high fever from the heat radiating from her skin and the cool, clammy sweat clinging to her forehead. Her body was starting to shut down. 

"Give me your shall, Sergei,” she demanded. 

Kraven shrugged it off and passed it over. Ever since he branded her, he’d been much more compliant to her wants. It seems she had him fooled. When he told her she would want for nothing if she agreed to his terms, she didn’t think it would happen so quickly. As long as he still believed she would give her body over to him, he seemed to adhere to her. 

Aylin draped the Lycan shall over the girl’s torso. She was so petite that it nearly reached from her shoulders to her ankles. Aylin rubbed her hands down the girl’s arms to help warm the chill in her bones. She hoped that maybe the feel of Lycan fur against her skin might be of some comfort to her. She was so out of it that Aylin hoped she wouldn’t take much notice of the morbidity of the pelt. 

“You’ll be home soon,” she leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’ll be welcomed home by the ones you love. Think of your mother. Your father. Anyone who brings you comfort. Imagine their faces smiling back at you. They love you so much and they’re so excited to see you again. Your pain is all gone. It’s all over. You did so well. You were so strong but now it’s time to rest. You’re ready to go home.”

The wolf girl gave a quiet moan, her brows scrunched together, and then relaxed as a small smile graced her chapped lips. It wasn’t much but it’s what Aylin would have wanted to imagine as her last thoughts on this plane of existence. She’d want to be thinking of the people she loved most in her world. In times like these, she missed her big brother. He would have noticed she was missing. He would have come searching for her. She wondered what Emir’s last thoughts were as the bullet lodged into him and blood poured from his stomach. She wondered if he thought of her or their mother right before the wolf’s teeth sunk into his flesh. 

Peter’s teeth. 

She couldn’t think about that. She had to push that thought away. All this time she had been searching for reasons to hate him to make killing him easier. Here it was. Right in front of her. The perfect answer to all her problems. And, still, she couldn’t find a single ounce of hate left in heart to aim at him. He was too soft. Gentle. Caring. Sad. Those big, grief-stricken solid brown eyes. 

She didn’t hate him anymore than she hated the girl in front of her.  

Aylin could feel Kraven’s stare burning a hole in the back of her skull but she refused to turn around. This was between her and the girl. If she was going to kill her, she was going to do it her way. Her freedom came with a heavy price and she wasn’t going to pay it lightly. 

“What’s your name?” She whispered down to the girl. 

The wolf mumbled out some pained, unintelligible sounds. Her dulling emerald eyes cracked open into tiny slits to look up at her. 

“Stop delaying the inevitable,” she croaked out. “My name will not save me. You don’t deserve to know it. It’s all I have left that is mine and only mine. I’ll take it to my grave.”

She was right. Her name would not save her but it would soothe a piece of Aylin’s frantic mind. It would give the girl an identity she could hold onto after her death. A name to remember her by when she thought of her in the future. She would not have to be the nameless Lycan ruthlessly slaughtered at her hands. She was also correct in saying that Aylin didn’t deserve to know. Knowing that bit of personal information would only be used to serve Aylin, not the girl. She would be dead whether Aylin knew it or not. She didn’t care how her memory stuck around with a Silver Colt. She had the right to keep the last of her secrets even if it left a heavy weight of guilt and unsolved answers on Aylin’s mind. 

She reached her hand behind her back, “Give me your dagger, Sergei. Let’s finish this.” 

She felt the hilt press into her hands.

“I don’t want blood all over my sh-” Kraven started to speak but Aylin cut him off. 

“It will wash out.” 

She was hyper focused, zeroing in, on where she assumed the forever nameless wolf girl’s heart was under her chest. She wanted to be as precise and quick as she could to make it as painless as possible. 

This was going to happen. She was going to take her life. Right here. Right now. It was suddenly too real. 

Aylin’s vision blurred but she fought off the tears. In another world, it could have been Peter laying here, half dead, with her dagger raised above his chest. This was what he wanted from her. He wanted her face to be the last he saw. He wanted this death at her hands. In another world, she would have never hesitated. Now, she couldn’t see past the haze of tears clouding her sight. The lump in her throat grew heavier with each passing second. 

All she wanted was to go home. 

“Once I do this, I can go?” She asked, her voice thick with heartbreak, seeking assurance that this won’t all be for nothing. “I get to walk out of here and go back home to my mom?” 

Kraven paused for a beat too long. His silence was deafening. 

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as all the alarm bells started ringing in her head, “Sergei? Answer me.” 

When she got no response, Aylin whipped around to face him, overcome with dizziness at how fast she spun. Whatever numbing drugs were in that tea earlier had all worn off. She could feel every twinge of pain branching out through her entire body. Her knees felt weak like they were struggling to hold her own weight. Her rapid heartbeat sent shockwaves of anxiety penetrating through her chest. Kraven’s dark eyes bore into her with a look that told her all she needed to know. 

She was not going home. 

Ever.

“After you complete the ritual, I will bring you upstairs. I will bathe you, Calypso will reclean your wounds, and then I will bring you to bed to rest for the remainder of the night. While there, I will have you tied. You are not to be fully trusted. Not yet. You will not experience this basement again, as long as you behave, but you will not have the freedom you seek. You are mine now, Aylin. You made a promise to me. We will care for you, treat you kindly, but you will not leave until your deal is done. You have promises to keep and debts to fulfill.”

There was no freedom in her future. She was still a prisoner. She was naive to think she’d ever be anything other than that after experiencing this basement. This was going to break her mother. She wouldn’t ever be able to understand the weight of what Aylin did to get in this position. She would never understand where her daughter went or why she disappeared. Peter would think she abandoned him. He’d think she chose her guild over him. He’d never know just how alike they really were or how much comfort the memories of him brought her down here. He’d never know how much she fought just to keep him safe. She trimmed off parts of her soul for him and she’d only be remembered as another disappointment in his life. All the pain she suffered through was for nothing. All hope was lost as the reality of her situation took over. 

A single tear slipped through her tight hold to carve a path down her bruised cheek. 

She swallowed at the lump in her throat threatening to send her into hysterics. She was so weak, in so much pain, and so tired that her willpower to keep upright was draining. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep it from quivering and turned around to face the girl. 

Her death would truly mean nothing when there was no hope left to be had. There was no escape in sight. 

Aylin wished they could trade places. Death was better than what Kraven had in store for her. She wished she was the one on the table instead, waiting for the dagger to hit, waiting for it all to end. Death was the only escape from Kraven. The girl had helped to grow her fire and give her hope when Aylin was at her lowest. Now, there was only darkness. For both of them. 

Give ‘em hell. 

The time for hell giving had passed. She had missed her shot. Even with Kraven’s dagger clutched tightly in her hand, she knew she couldn’t overpower him. The drugs had worn off. She could hardly hold her own arm above her head. Her shoulder muscles trembled as she wrapped both hands around the hilt and hovered it over the wolf girl’s chest. 

At least she could end the girl’s misery before Aylin’s own life was lost to Kraven. She’d be a murderer but at least the girl wouldn’t have to suffer any further at the hands of a Silver Colt.

She could have the freedom Aylin dreamed of. 

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed, mostly as an apology for herself since the girl’s eyes were closed. 

I’m sorry it had to be this way. I’m sorry I was a part of a life that caused you so much suffering. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to get either of us out. I’m sorry it was all for nothing. 

A massive portion of her carved up soul would be shed with this futile murder. 

She wasn’t sure how much soul she had left to hand over. 

Kraven placed a steading hand against Aylin’s hip, “We’ve wanted her dead for some time but something about having her blood in our system made it impossible to kill her ourselves. It was like that with Parker, too, all those years ago. Like it’s their last defense against death. We figured we might as well keep her around until someone took care of it for us. Your failed solo hunt was a perfect opportunity for that. Or so we thought.” He grazed his nails up her side as he molded his pelvis against her bottom. “All will be set right soon enough. Pierce down with enough force to break through her sternum then use the curve of the dagger to pull downwards towards her stomach and rip her open.”

Aylin could feel his cock twitching against her ass as he spoke. He was getting off on the thought of mutilation. She let her hatred for him blaze through her and push out the hopeless numbing that had taken hold. He ruined her life. He had a hand in her every move even before her own conception. He had lied and manipulated and murdered and tortured until he got what he wanted.

Well, he did it. He got his prize. Here she was, branded and claimed by him, doing exactly what he wanted like his obedient, little pet. She’d kill for him. She’d spread her legs for him. She’d birth his children. She’d lose every bit left of herself because he gave her no other options. Groomed until she was nothing but a shadow of who she once was. She wasn’t just killing the wolf girl today. She was killing herself along with her. 

Aylin steadied her shaking breath and closed her eyes. She mentally placed herself on the table instead. She looked down into her own hazel eyes and hated the woman she saw staring back. Her hair was clean and waved around her soft, rounded cheeks. There was no blood or bruising painting her skin, only an air of innocence written all over her face that she no longer recognized. There was sadness and grief too but nothing like the hollow emptiness she felt now. This was the woman she was before she left on her solo hunt. This was the woman who she had been before she found Peter and learned the truth. A woman kept in the dark and living a life of lies. 

She could never be this woman again. She could never go back. That Aylin was gone. Forever. 

With a rage driven, exasperated, feral scream ripping from her throat, she drove the dagger straight down with every bit of declining strength she had left in her body. Her stab landed true. The wolf girl never even opened her eyes to watch the incoming blow. She never cried out in pain. Her body simply jerked into itself at the sudden attack but quickly collapsed, listlessly, back against the table. 

A spray of warm blood splashed against Aylin’s face. It splattered across her clenched mouth. Without thinking, she instinctively licked at her lips to remove it, tasting the copper there. She stumbled backwards into Kraven in shock. Her legs gave out. She collapsed onto the floor. She couldn’t finish the job. Not yet. She was too weak. It had taken everything she had in her to make sure she killed the girl with a single strike. Her body was failing her as the adrenaline flooded through her veins. The clotting wounds on her back ripped open. Her blistering thigh rubbed with a searing fire against her other leg. A flash of horrified agony ricocheted through her body. She was unsure if the pain was physical or mental. 

It didn’t matter. 

The wolf girl was dead. Aylin was dead. She had killed them both. 

Murderer. 

Kraven was crouched by Aylin’s side. He was scooping her limp form into his lap as he sat on the floor. His hands were all over her. Grabbing at her ass. Groping her chest. Pushing against the thin fabric protecting between her thighs. Pulling back her underwear to probe his finger inside of her. His tongue was bathing over her blood splattered lips. Lapping it up. Licking along the blood on her cheeks. Pushing his blood stained tongue back into her mouth to forcefully tangle with hers. She could taste the metallic as it mixed with the salt from her flowing tears. She couldn’t move to stop the assault on her body. Her hands were shaking as she openly sobbed, losing all control, while he molested her. 

He was moaning into her mouth, “You look so sexy covered in blood. I’m doing everything in my power not to fuck you over the table but you need to finish what you started. Soon…soon…I can have you soon.” 

He was collecting her in his arms and pushing them to a stand as the basement spun around her. She couldn’t catch her breath as the whirlwind of spiraling emotions overtook her. Her vision fuzzed black around the edges. She felt like she might vomit except there was no food in her stomach to bring up. All that was there was the taste of acid burning up her throat. 

Kraven steadied her in front of the dead wolf girl, holding her upright by clutching onto her hips. There was a desperation of longing in his voice, “Now finish the job. Get her heart. Throw it in the fire. And we can finally put this behind us.”

She could never put this behind her. She would never shed herself from this guilt. 

Murderer.

Aylin stared down at the dagger sticking from the wolf girl’s chest. Dark, fresh blood soaked over her small breasts and trickled in thick, slow lines down her side to pool over the table and sink into the cracks in the wood. There was no name to remember her by. Nothing to memorialize her with. There would be no loved ones to mourn for her. No happy memories shared between old friends. No last goodbyes. They would burn her body until there was nothing left but the polluted memories Aylin held. She was gone with nothing to show for her sacrifice. 

Peter was right about the Silver Colts. 

They were a bunch of violent murders. She included herself in that group. She deserved everything Kraven did to her. She deserved to be punished for her crimes. 

Her slack hands were being placed back on the hilt of the bloody dagger by Kraven. He wanted her to finish this quickly so he could get to fucking her. 

She couldn’t move anymore. She was only remaining upright because his arm was wrapped around her waist. Everything about her was limp. 

“I know you’re weak but just a little more. We’re almost done. I’ll help guide yo-”

He was cut off by an ear splitting shriek from upstairs. 

They both froze and whipped their heads towards the sound. 

“Sergei!” Calypso was shouting. There was fear evident in her voice. It was an unusual, alarming sound to hear from her. From the look on Kraven’s face, it was one he didn’t hear often. They listened to her hurried footsteps banging above their heads as she ran towards the bookcase door to throw it open. “We’re under attack! Fire!” 

His brows furrowed with confusion and he pulled away from Aylin, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She tumbled against the table, holding herself upright with her forearms, and watched as he leaped up the stairs and disappeared from view. 

A hushed, breathless silence fell over the basement.

Aylin stared down at the wolf girl then back to the stairs. She was alone. Uncuffed. 

Her heart leapt with a sense of hope she thought was long lost. 

She could hear a frenzied commotion happening above her. Lots of bewildered shouting. Lots of stomping footsteps back and forth. 

Aylin pushed herself up and away from the table. She took a few stumbling steps towards the stairs before collapsing at the bottom. Her knees cracked against the concrete floor but she was shocked to find that there was hardly any pain as her bones made contact with the hard surface. She stretched out her back, waiting to feel the terrible sting of her wounds, but felt merely a light tickle. 

Her breath began to grow rapidly as a wave of warmth spread throughout her veins. She could feel the liquid fire traveling down her arms and into her finger tips. It spread throughout her chest and coursed down her legs as it consumed her entire body in its bathing glow. Aylin squeezed her eyes shut then reopened them, searching around the basement as if she was taking in an entirely new sight. What was once dark, damp, and dreary was now exploding with colors she never noticed before. She could make out each varied speckle of gray and brown and tan in the cobblestone walls. The light from the still burning fire raged in beautiful hues of deep orange and vibrant yellows. Light danced across each surface like a delicate ballet for her eyes to savor. 

A strength flowed through her. A power unlike any she’d ever felt. Aylin had never been a weak person apart from when she’d been tortured into submission. She had always been physically strong and capable. But this…this was different. This was an inhuman type of strength. Something was happening to her body. A change was taking over. 

She stared down at her bloodied hands in front of her, able to make out every line of her skin with a rapidly improving vision. She focused in on the different tints of red, some dark, some lighter, that stained her fingers. It wasn’t her blood. It was the wolf girl’s. 

Lycan blood. 

Aylin’s eyes widened as she staggered to her feet. She had tasted Lycan blood. It had only been a few drops but clearly that was enough for it to have an effect. It was morphing the very fabric of her being with each passing second that ticked by. Her strength returned to her in a way she never thought possible. 

The unmistakable smell of smoke reached her nose to drag her attention away from her shocking, new developments. Her sight darted up the stairs. The bookcase had been left open. Thick, gray and black smoke was starting to billow through the door and creep along the ceiling down the stairs. She could hear the blaze of roaring fire as clearly as if it was in the room with her. She could hear Kraven and Calypso moving in a panic above her. The accuracy of her acute hearing allowed her to place them directly in the kitchen. They were distracted. 

This was her one chance. 

Aylin paused for only a moment to take one last look at the Lycan girl, nodding her head in her direction as a silent sign of respect, before she darted up the stairs with a remarkable agility for someone who could hardly stand only moments ago. The last gift the girl had given her was that of her blood. It was a gift she would not waste. She would get out of this hell. She would regain back control. She would enact revenge on both their behalf. The Lycan would not die in vain. Aylin would make sure her death was not wasted. 

She burst across the Kravinoff hallway, emerging from the basement like a gazelle escaping a lion. Her elbow slammed into the opposite wall to break her stride. She wasn’t used to being able to run this fast. Her body surged with power and speed. It electrified her skin. Vibrant colors flashed across her vision, swirling around her, as she stumbled down the hallway. She could hear every panicked breath the couple took in the room beside her. The heavier, deeper one was Kraven’s, panting in anger, as he tried to douse the growing flames. The lighter, more birdlike breathes were Calypso, desperately spraying water from the kitchen sink hose. She could hear their every breath even over the sounds of the roaring fire. Through sound alone she could visualize the fire crawling up the kitchen curtains and licking at their house made of wood. If they weren’t fast, it would quickly eat up everything in its path. Smoke rolled out into the hallway and slithered with thick layers of black over her head. She crouched down to keep under it. Whatever had started the fire had been her saving grace. She may have killed off her old self in that basement but she would be reborn again thanks to the flames. A phoenix emerging from the ashes. 

Aylin made her way down the hall with a near silent stealth in the opposite direction of the kitchen fire until she landed at their backdoor. All it took was a quick switch of the lock for the door to push open. 

She leapt into the chilly night air and broke out into a sprint back towards her house. 

Running for her life.

Running for her freedom. 

Her lungs expanded and filled as she drew gulps of air into them. It tasted sweeter than honey. The night had never looked so bright like she was gifted with her own personal night vision. She would have guessed it was morning if it weren’t for the explosion of stars plastered in the sky through the treetops. They were brighter than ever before as she neared a clearing in the overhead branches. Beautiful. Stunning. She could have been looking at a photograph straight from the Webb Space Telescope. The sight was so mesmerizing, her frantic sprint slowed to a light jog. She couldn’t pull her eyes from the vibrant milky way splitting across the sky. 

She could stare at its hypnotic beauty for hours. 

The sounds of screams drew her back down to planet Earth. Her head darted around to search through the woods for the alarms. Through the trees she caught sight of another blazing fire down the dirt road from Kraven’s cabin. Behind that fire was another breaking out. Three different houses were ablaze. Distraught shrieks of chaos erupted in their little town. She could hear people running into the woods, running towards the destruction, all trying to extinguish the flames before their entire forest went up like a box of tinder. The Silver Colts were under attack. This was no accident. Those fires were intentional. They were being targeted. Houses were being set to burn while everyone slept. 

Her newly eagle eyed vision set straight towards her own home. They lived on the outer edge of town. It was quiet and dark in that direction. Her mother would still be safe. Aylin left the chaos behind her and sprinted, barefoot and nearly naked, through the forest towards her chance at freedom. 

The mossy ground under foot hardly touched her soles before she was pushing off again. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Her hair blew out from behind her like a cape as she took flight. She sprinted like her life depended on it. She ran from that basement with every ounce of strength the Lycan blood allowed her to have. Every smell consumed her, every breath felt like ice in her lungs, every sight swirled in pools of color around her until she no longer felt human. 

The spirit of the wolf soared beside her and carried her in record time to the one place she thought she might never see again. 

Her charming, humble cabin with its peeling, painted brown wood and faded, white trimmed windows. It had never looked so perfect, so dreamy, so inviting in her life. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she jogged towards her safe haven. Pine needles softened her tread under her bare feet to welcome her home. 

She slammed open the front door, accidentally ripping it from its hinges, and stumbled inside. She was drunk from the overwhelming power flooding her body. 

“Mom!” She screamed into the quiet house. “Mom! Wake up! We have to go! We have to get out! 

A small, black shadow darted out from under the couch and past her ankles in reaction to her cries. She jumped back with a shocked yelp, ready to pounce and attack the intruder until her sights settled on the frightened cat lurking under a table leg and eyeing her suspiciously. 

“Fuck, Kedi. Scared the shit outta me. Fuckin’ cat,” she mumbled, holding her hand over her chest.

Her breath was catching in her throat. Her heart was racing. She was finding it harder and harder to breathe the longer she stood still. Her body needed to run. Move. Jump. Climb. Fight. Anything. Her emotions all tumbled together along with every new smell. She could smell the sweet scent of lavender vanilla from her mother’s body lotion clinging to every surface. She could smell Kedi’s dander in his fur. She could smell the spinach and feta filled gözleme her mother had eaten for dinner still lingering in the air even though hours had passed since it was last cooked. 

“Mom!” 

The sound of her own voice was too shrill in her ears. She could hear a battering ram chorus of moth wings hitting against the porch light. Every pur rumbling inside Kedi’s chest, as he slinked out from under the table to rubbed his side across her legs, vibrated in her own head. Her heart beat was thumping in her ears at an unnaturally rapid pace. 

“Mom! Wake up! We have to…have to…go…” 

It was too loud. Her skull was cracking under the pressure of her own voice. The smells were making her dizzy. Colors blurred together and swirled in front of her spinning eyes. 

Aylin stumbled through the living room towards her mother’s bedroom door, shoving it open, and collapsing onto the cold, hardwood floor. 

Her bed was empty. The sheets were pulled back and tossed to the side like she had run from a sound sleep. Her slippers and robe were missing. She must have heard the commotion in the village. She must have heard the fires and gone to help. 

Except that Aylin would have met her along the way. She would have seen her running in the opposite direction. 

Something wasn’t right. 

Aylin’s breath was picking up speed into quick, short bursts. Her knees and forearms dug into the wood under her as she pressed her throbbing forehead down to the floor. Her entire world was shifting, tilting back and forth, until she felt like she couldn’t hold on any longer. What was left of her fingernails, clawed into the wood in a desperate attempt to try and keep her balance. 

There was too much stimulation piling on and suffocating her from every angle. There was no place she was safe, nowhere to hide, when it was her own body fighting against her. 

She clasped her palms tightly over her ears and let out a deafening shriek, curling tighter into herself, and begging for it all to be over. 

An arm snaked around her neck and a warm, strong hand tightened over her mouth to silence her.  

Her eyes shot open. She could hear everything but she couldn’t hear her attacker approaching.  In an instant, she scrambled out of the hold, flailing onto her back, to violently kick up at her assailant. 

Kraven had found her. He was going to drag her back. He was going to hurt her. He was going to-

Peter caught her ankle in his grasp before she could make contact with his chest and lunged on top of her. He pinned her to the ground, hand covering her mouth to keep her from screaming, and fastened his knees over her arms as he sat on her chest to stop her from striking him. 

“Shut up,” he hissed. “It’s just me.”

Aylin blinked up at him in confusion. All her senses that had been launched into overdrive, redirected themselves onto him instead. The edges of his outline waved in front of her bloodshot eyes but his face was as clear as it could get. His chocolate brown eyes had always seemed so dark and solid of color to her before. Now, they were flecked with specks of lighter caramels and circled his pupils with a honeyed bronze. They were nearly as bewitching as staring into the night sky. 

Her lips parted as she stared, wide eyed, up at him. Frozen in place. Mesmerized by the details of his face. His thick eyebrows raised in confusion. The way his nose dipped into a perfect slope. His succulent bottom lip peeking out from under his scraggly mustache. Every freckle over his tanned skin and every soft hair on his head was crafted with a transcended beauty. 

He was back. 

He was still here. 

He hadn’t left her. 

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he hurried her. “We have to get out of here. We have to-” He paused as he focused down on her face. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head ‘no’, still unable to pull her attention away from his eyes. They were like a cup of steaming hot coffee on a cold, rainy morning. Comforting and safe. If she dared to look away, the overwhelming senses would flood her again. He was her anchor keeping her from getting lost in the thrashing waves.  

“Your pupils are blown out. Your heart is racing. I can smell the adrenaline sweating out of you. Your skin is on fire,” he rolled off of her in horror, taking in the sight of her injuries and dried blood, slowly connecting the dots, “You look like…are you…” 

“Lycan blood,” she breathed. “I can feel everything and nothing at all. I’m falling and flying at the same time. I’m broken and whole. My brain is on fire. I feel like…like….’m gonna…” 

“Have a heart attack? Because that’s exactly what’s about to happen,” he hissed through worried, clenched teeth. “Your heart is about to explode if you don’t calm yourself. Not everyone is built to handle wolf blood, Aylin. It’s going to kill you if you can’t calm down.”

Her skin was tingling and breaking out a cold sweat. An uncomfortable, squeezing pressure gripped at her chest as her heart raced. Her breath felt constricted in her throat. Waves of panic rocked over her. 

Kraven was going to find her. 

Her mother was missing. 

She killed the Lycan girl. 

Murderer. 

“Peter,” she whimpered. “‘M don’ feel good.” 

“Fuck,” his distressed eyes darted around the room before landing back on her paling face. “Okay. I need you to listen to me, Aylin. You need to calm your body. You over stressed yourself. Pushed yourself too far. I’m gonna sit ya up, ‘kay?” 

He wrapped a protective arm behind her neck to avoid the wraps covering her back and helped her into a sitting position. He carefully leaned her back against her mother’s bed. He knelt down between her open legs and gently grasped her face in his large hands, covering her ears to help muffle the overpowering noises hitting her from every direction. 

“Follow my breaths,” he whispered. Even with her ears covered, she could still hear him perfectly. “Breathe with me.”

Peter pressed his forehead against her sweat drenched one, locking his eyes with her, as he demonstrated taking a deep, long breath. She held onto the intoxicating color of his eyes like a drowning person clings to a life preserve and followed his lead. 

Deep inhale for four seconds. Hold it for seven. Exhale for eight. 

Repeat. 

Inhale. Four. Hold it. Seven. Exhale. Eight. 

Peter continued the process until the sounds of her pounding heart started to slow back to a normal rhythm. The adrenaline leaving her body caused her to slump over with her cheek resting on the cool floor as he gently released her from his hold. She curled herself into the fetal position. 

The weight of Peter’s heavy hand, his palm pressing against her forehead, feeling her temperature, gave her the tiniest warmth of comfort. She let her eyes close and leaned into his touch. He would protect her. If Kraven came calling, he would keep her safe. 

He belonged to her. That’s what she had told him right before she dragged him from his confinement. Peter Parker was hers. She was safe with her Lycan but he wasn’t safe in the Silver Colts territory. They had to leave before the fires were put out. They had to get out before Kraven noticed her missing. Their time here was limited. 

The fight was leaving her body. She felt like her entire soul was draining out of her pores as exhaustion replaced the adrenaline. 

“I have to find my mom,” she muttered through sleepy breaths. “I have to get us out of here.” 

He swallowed, his attention flashing between his concern for her wellbeing and keeping an attentive eye on what was happening outside of the cabin, “I think the Lycan blood is leaving your system. Your heart has calmed down. You’re going to be okay. The worst of it is over but you’re going to crash once it’s completely gone. It’ll suck out every last bit of energy you have left. I have to get you out of here before you’re out cold.” 

He wasn’t listening to what she was saying. 

“My mom-” 

“How much blood did you get?” He asked, interrupting her. 

“Jus’ a drop or two,” she murmured. “Peter. My mom. Hafta find her. Gotta get’us out. All of us.” 

“Well, she’s not here, is she? We can’t go looking for her or wait for her to come back! There’s no time!” He shot angrily in her direction. He pushed himself up to his feet and paced anxiously around the room. “Where are your car keys?” 

Aylin tried to lift her head off the floor but was overcome with a nauseating dizziness.

“Left ‘em on the table on the porch before…before…he…”

She let her words trail off, unable to finish her sentence. 

Peter darted from the bedroom in search of the keys. She groaned. He wasn’t listening. He wasn’t going to look for her mother. He couldn’t be seen out there. She couldn’t be seen here. There was no time. Nesrin would have to find her own way out but she knew nothing of the true horrors lying under the surface of this guild.  

Aylin pushed herself onto shaky legs. She clutched onto her mother’s mattress as the room spun. Her eyes squeezed shut until she was able to steady her vision once more. When her eyes reopened, they focused in on Kedi sitting quietly on the mattress in front of her, gazing at her curiously with wide, amber eyes. He got up and headbuttted the top of his head into her arm as if willing her to keep moving. 

“Thanks, bud,” she whispered down to him. “‘M okay. I’ll be okay. Jus’ hafta go away for a little while. I got’ta warn mom.” 

She gathered what was left of her strength to shuffle towards the door and out into their small kitchen. Through the smudged, glass window over their sink, she could see out into the dark forest. Her sight wasn’t as vivid as had it been when she first ran from the basement. It was already settling back to its normal state. A blazing fire in the far distance illuminated through the dark trees. There was only one now. She couldn’t tell who’s house it belonged to but, whoever it was, there wouldn’t be much left once it burned out. The entire village would be focused on helping their neighbors but, once the fire was under control, they would be out for blood. A hunt like never before would begin. The village had never been directly attacked like this before. The Silver Colts would not take this lightly. Her and Peter needed to be as far away as possible. Any Lycan within the area, or anyone seen conspiring with one, would have their head on a spike. Literally. 

She wondered if it was Peter who started those fires. 

It must have been. 

With a surge of unmistakable devotion, Aylin reached for the empty grocery notepad left hanging on the refrigerator. She grabbed a pen from the kitchen drawer and scribbled a quick note. 

“Take dad’s truck and get out. Don’t speak to anyone. Trust no one. Pack as little as possible and run as fast as you can. Go to a hotel. Somewhere with people. Not safe here. I love you. I’ll find you again soon. -A” 

Peter had saved her. He had given her a way to escape. He had taken her from the clutches of her prison just like she had done for him. He did not abandon her and showed up when she needed him most. Her infatuation for him was growing. 

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he didn’t belong to her. They belonged to each other. 

Aylin took a step away from the note and stumbled backward. The pain was starting to return. She was so tired. So broken. Her legs couldn’t hold her up any longer. Everything was draining just like Peter said.  

Her sight blackened around the edges as her knees gave out. 

Before she could hit the kitchen floor, Peter wrapped her up in his muscular arms. The last thing she felt was the feeling of safety as he cradled her to his chest, his voice echoing in her drifting mind. 

“I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

[CHAPTER EIGHT]

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