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I wonder what the general opinion of the Transformers fandom is when it comes to Transformers Earthspark Season 2... Because, and it pains me to say this, but I didn't like it at all đ Season 1 was so fun!! So interesting, so full of lovely found family moments, amazing action and animation, and intriguing writing! But Season 2 feels so... off? It's not just one thing about it, it's everything about it... I see some fans really enjoyed it and I'm happy for them!! I really wish I got the same enjoyment from it too tbh Honestly I'm going to pretend only the first season of Transformers Earthspark exists and there's not another season U_U The first season was peak fr fr, gonna rewatch it sometime đ Gotta rewatch Transformers Prime too... Each season of that one was amazing!! And then Transformers Animated for funsies 𼺠((Though I'm rewatching the 2007 movie currently because I love to torture myself with bad media and imagine myself making an hour long youtube rant video about it FDHDFHD))
#vi chirps#just rambling tbh#i really wish i enjoyed it more... idk#ON A BRIGHTER NOTE bless earthspark for bringing us one of the best bumblebees ever#he's so nice?? so sweet?? so fun??#he acts like an actual young adult I love him sm#i could probably go on and on about why i adore earthspark bee and why he's the best bumblebee in so long#my lil baybee#transformers#transformers earthspark
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The more I think about it, the more I question Arcane S2's politics and themes, which were so foundational to S1. Like, a tiny example [SPOILERS AHEAD]:
Singed wins. He gets exactly what he wants in the end. All his "efforts" are rewarded. What does that say about people who share his ideology of eugenics? He is the source of nearly every horrible thing and conflict that happened (Shimmer, the factory deaths, Jinx, Vander as Warwick, the corruption of Viktor), and he gets a happier ending than any other character. Not even a 'he got what he wanted but he has become completely unrecognizable/monstrous to his daughter' tag at the end. You can say they're setting him up and need to open his daughter to future shows, but the way you end a character's story says something about what you think about that character. What does it say when the eugenicist war criminal gets the happy ending he doesn't deserve?
#personal#delete later#and you can say âit's not that deep it's just what makes sense to end his characterâ but lets not kid ourselves#this past month people have been chattering about microexpressions in animation or metaphors and symbolism in interactions#and random props and set details. the end of a character's arc MEANS something thematically.#and it just feels offputting that the most unforgivable character wins while everyone else is dead or suffers alone#and don't give me that âsometimes the bad guy winsâ look this is an extreme lol.#i would be fine with this outcome for singed if literally EVERY other character wasn't suffering. only singed got what he wanted#honestly fans who have been completely unwilling to consider negative analysis and criticisms of arcane annoy me so much#y'all chirp about how amazing it is that arcane is so political until the politics get weird. then it's a completely apolitical show#specifically the final âdirt under you fingernailsâ line. that felt so weird and offputting coming from vi#a part of this is definitely just reactionary anger at a fictional character. like. you caused untold amounts of suffering and agony#all for your daughter. fuck you you don't get your daughter
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if i could game design i would make civ but Better and Less Racist and More Complex and also npcs wouldnât eternally hate you for you taking one of their cities in 6000bce
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I love you thank you for existing weird question but thoughts on neopronouns for you? I keep being curious if you have any you'd like but forgetting to ask and its occurred to me right now as I am mentally cuddling you so
baping you and melting on you and thank you for existing back and!!!!!! cuddles you cuddles you!!!!!!!!!!
also not weird to me!!! i dont like pronouns that have the same grammer as they/them or sound to much like they or anything that people use as a general "always right" pronoun like prn/prns but i dont know of anything else that i dont like!!! when i talk about myself i useally translate directly from 佢 witch is it/he/she all at once or just use keoi if i dont feel like choosing ^^
#chirps#like vey are âď¸ vi is â
ď¸#keoi is jyutping for 佢#âĄ#if you use something i dont like ill tell you dw!!! and its also not as strict as words make it seem
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tag dump !
#MY RESPONSE WOULD BE GO TO HELL / * && ( CRACK )#A MAN OF TWO WORLDS / * && ( VIS )#MOST ILLOGICAL / * && ( ASKS )#IT IS ... INTERESTING / * && ( HEADCANNONS )#THE NEEDS OF THE MANY / * && ( PROMO )#THE NEEDS OF THE FEW / * && ( SELF PROMO )#SPOCK TO ENTERPRISE / * && ( MEMES )#BEING SPLIT IN TWO HALVES IS NO THEORY WITH ME / * && ( MUSINGS )#VULCANS NEVER BLUFF / * && ( BANTER )#IT IS VERY BAD POETRY / * && ( DASH GAMES )#A DAZZLING DISPLAY OF LOGIC / * && ( THREADS )#LIFE IS QUEUE A DREAM / * && ( QUEUE )#IT OCCURRED. I DISMISSED IT. / * && ( OPEN )#YOU ARE EMPLOYING A DOUBLE NEGATIVE / * && ( DASH COMM )#LOGIC IS A LITTLE TWEETING BIRD CHIRPING IN A MEADOW / * && ( OOC )#THAT IS AN OUTSTANDINGLY STUPID IDEA / * && ( STARTER CALLS )
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đ + virote!
and i speak to you like the chorus to a verse.
âVi! That guy is a total inspiration, the Eighth Wonder of the World, the master pièce de resistance! He's just that talented and clearly has a vision with what he sets his mind to, and what he creates! I mean he's a bit of a taskmaster when it comes to getting to know him, and that he clearly does not fuck around, but he's really cool and I appreciate having him around!â
âAlthough, I do notice that he goes through a lot of what I can't really say, nor do I know that much about. He worries me at times, despite how cavalier he is... there's something... that quiet and private bit of sadness in his eyes. That I can sorta get. I do hope he knows he's adored... Enough that he should know that I do find it very concerning that he said to Hideo, right to his face, that his mouth reminded him of a 'spider-filled gutter' and then kissed him?!â
âAh! Nevermind! Vi is dope as hell!â
@moonglittering
#âľ *.: â :.*ăťâ¨ đđ§đŹđ°đđŤđđ âŠăť ⤠until i wake â i dine on old encounters. â˛#moonglittering#vi tag.#DFNDASLFN SHE HAD TO THROW IN THAT LOVING CHIRP IN
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Heart VI
Mapi LeĂłn x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader
Summary: You like Patri's birds
It was sitting in a charity shop.
The camera that is.
It's an old camera, kind of battered from a life well used but still seemingly in working order.
Honestly, it's kind of retro and Mapi really likes the look of it.
She'd only been passing by, off to the shops to get Ingrid some chocolate and stock up on milk. She wasn't quite sure why she stopped to stare but she does.
It's sitting in a box with a roll of old photo film and a camera strap to wear around your neck.
She goes into the charity shop and buys the camera, a steal of ten euros with the roll of film and the strap included.
So, Mapi comes back to the house with Ingrid's chocolate, a pint of milk and a new camera.
"Hey, sunshine," Mapi says, patting the spot on the sofa next to her," Come here."
You sit with her happily and Mapi shows you the camera. She demonstrates how it works and shows you how it prints off the photo immediately like your more modern Polaroid.
"It'll take us a while to find some more film," Mapi tells you," But, here, I've got an idea. You've got maybe four or five pictures left. I want you to really think about what you like and what you want because what you take a picture of, me and Mama will buy it for you. Sound good?"
You nod.
"Good girl."
When Ingrid heard of Mapi's plan, she expected you to start taking pictures of everything right away.
You carry your new camera everywhere with you, the worn strap hanging around your neck.
But you don't take any pictures whatsoever.
You look like you want to but, with an impressive amount of control of a kid, you stop yourself.
You're waiting for something, Ingrid thinks.
You're good at waiting.
You waited for years for your Santa Heart. You can wait to take a picture too.
That's much easier than living in a hospital bed.
Your surgical site has healed up now, leaving only the sliver of a scar that Ingrid still finds herself compulsively checking over at bath time, just to check that nothing's changed with it.
Your check ups have decreased to once every three months now and you're coming along leaps and bounds.
"Patri!" Mapi calls out from the kitchen," Have you got anything kid friendly in here?"
Ingrid sits on Patri's sofa as the rest of the team mill around for team bonding.
Mapi had gone snooping in the kitchen immediately to get snacks for herself and you.
"Yeah, should be in the top cupboard!" Patri yells back.
She's much more preoccupied with bringing her two birds out of their cage to show you.
You're enamoured by them, oohing and aahing ever since you first saw them in the cage earlier.
"You need to be very careful with them," Patri tells you," They're nervous."
"They're pretty," You say," Pretty birds."
"Would you like to hold them?"
"Yes, please!"
These birds are the prettiest birds in the world. They're very sweet as they sit on your arms, making soft little chirping noises and demonstrating tricks for you to see.
It's hard to separate you from the birds for the rest of the day, completely enamoured by them and Patri seems both delighted and surprised that you love them so much.
They're all you talk about on the way home from team bonding and all you talk about during your bath and bedtime routine.
Ingrid's taken control of that for tonight as Mapi changes into her pyjamas and feeds Bagheera some treats.
"Mami?"
She turns with a smile.
"Have you come to say goodnight, sunshine?"
You nod. "Mama is choosing our story. She said I've got to say goodnight now."
Mapi crosses the room quickly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek. "I love you."
"Love you," You echo, suddenly looking extremely nervous.
Mapi frowns. "What's up? Huh? What's wrong?"
"I...er...I...Mami I used my new camera."
"There's nothing wrong with that. That's what it's there for."
"No, I..." You nibble at your bottom lip. "I think I did it wrong. I took pictures of something you can't get me."
Mapi's frown only deepens and she kneels down to your height, hand going to rest on your cheek. "Why don't you show me?"
"I don't want you to be mad."
"How about this? I'm going to close my eyes and you can give me a picture and run off back to Mama and go to bed. We can discuss it tomorrow."
"Okay, Mami. Eyes closed."
The little Polaroids are placed into Mapi's hands and she waits until your footsteps have gone silent to open them again.
"Oh, sunshine," Mapi says to herself.
All five pictures are of the same thing.
Patri's birds.
One of them in their cage.
One of them pressed up against the bars.
One of them on Patri's head.
One of them on your arm.
One of them of you and them cuddled up together.
Ingrid inspects them that evening.
"I don't know what to do!" Mapi exclaims in bed, head resting on Ingrid's chest," She really liked Patri's birds and I told her that whatever she photographed she could have! But she seemed so nervous like she didn't even want to ask!"
"Mapi," Ingrid says," She was nervous because she thinks we won't want to buy her birds. You told her just last week that cats don't like birds and we do have Bagheera."
"Bagheera's lazy," Mapi replies," She won't care about birds."
"Then what are you worried about?"
"I...I don't really know. Are you okay with us having birds?"
Ingrid smiles, cheeks going slightly red. "I was already looking for cages."
It's been weeks since you first met Patri's birds and you're just as obsessed with them are you first were when you met them.
Patri seems to love it, endlessly bragging and showing off new pictures to you that you suitably coo over and secretly wish you had a pair of your own.
But you don't push Mama and Mami on it.
Bagheera is a cat and cats don't like birds. It says so in your storybook so you wish for birds secretly and clip the pictures you took of Patri's onto the soft fairy lights that hang around your room.
You wish you had birds of your own but that'll be something that happens when you're an adult like how Mami and Mama are adults and have Bagheera.
Ingrid holds you up on her hip as she walks from the elevator to the front door, easily carrying you, the shopping and unlocking the door all at the same time.
"Tia Ale wants a baby," You tell Ingrid," She told me so."
"That's because you're just so cute," Ingrid replies, fluttering kisses all over your cheeks," Alexia's got baby fever."
"But I'm not a baby."
"You're my baby," Ingrid declares," Mine and Mami's baby."
You giggle, the kisses tickling you.
"Now," Ingrid says, setting you down," Mami has a surprise for you in your bedroom, okay? You have to be very quiet and very responsible. Can you do that for me?"
You nod. "I can."
Ingrid gives you one last kiss on the cheek. "I knew you would be. Why don't you head in to see Mami?"
Mapi is standing by your bedroom door, giving you her customary kiss and cuddle before opening your bedroom door.
By the foot of your bed is a big cage with a blanket over it.
You gasp.
"Mami-?"
Mapi nods.
"I told you I'd get what you photographed. Do you want to meet your new birds, sunshine?"
#woso x reader#mapi leon x reader#mapi leon#ingrid engen x reader#ingrid engen#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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caitlyn kiramman x reader, future!caitvi x reader
could be established!caitlyn x reader as well.
caitlyn returns home to you from the undercity.
it's been over a day last you last heard from caitlyn. which is odd because you and caitlyn talk all the time. about your day and how it's going; about the little things in life that don't have to be shared but need to be when it's the two of you.
her mother is worried, asks if you've seen or heard from caitlyn. asks if she's with you because if caitlyn's not at home or work, she's always with you.
your heart squeezes in your chest when you tell cassandra that caitlyn isn't here. you can feel her anxiety through the phone. and if she's anxious, you can't imagine the mess her husband is in.
you know, logically, that caitlyn is fine. she's always been toughâhas never failed in managing herself. she's the strongest person you know. lithe and sharp, precise and dangerous. she's never gone down without a fight, and you know this isn't the case now.
but you can't help but fear that maybe, maybe she isn't so lucky this time. that she wandered into a fight that she couldn't handle, and now she's dead in an alley somewhere andâ
there's a quiet tapping at your bedroom window, and it snaps you out of your spiral. you don't go to it immediately, erring on the side of caution as you've been trained to do. the tapping sounds out again, but this time, it's louder and more forceful. brows furrowed, you reach for your pistol, which you conveniently keep by your side at all times, and slowly make your way towards the window.
you hear someone picking the lock, just as you unlatch the pistol's safety and take aim. you watch as the window opens and are about to make yourself (and your pistol) known when you see her.
caitlyn.
who's staring back at you, wide-eyed, along with a pink-haired woman who's mirroring caitlyn's look of shock.
you all stare at each other for a moment before you put the safety back on your gun and loudly say, "what the fuck?"
that's all it takes to have caitlyn snorting, a tiny smile curving her lips, as she replies, "nice to see you too."
"shut the fuck up," you hiss angrily but you're hurrying towards her so you can take her into your arms. you feel how she instantly relaxes into your embrace, hiding her face in your hair as all her muscles untense. "where have you been? your parents have been worried sick and were about to send a search party out for you."
caitlyn pulls back a little so she can smile down at you. "just my parents were worried?" she teases, and you look at her, unimpressed. then you look to the woman who had been holding caitlyn up and say, "and i'm assuming you saved her ass from whatever trouble she got herself in?"
the woman blinks before letting out a laugh, amused. "you could say so," she replies. "does she always get herself into situations she shouldn't be in?"
"yes," you say before you notice the wound on caitlyn's thigh and sigh. "yes, she does." you slip around to caitlyn's other side so now both you and the woman are holding her up. "thank you for bringing her back in one piece,...?"
"vi," the woman responds, smiling. "the name's vi and it's no problem. cupcake wouldn't have survived if it weren't for me."
you snort, smiling up at a visibly displeased caitlyn. "cupcake?" you taunt and yelp when caitlyn purposefully leans all her weight onto you.
"shut up," she grumbles, cheeks tinged a light pink, and you share a cheeky look with vi.
"sure thing, cupcake." you chirp happily.
#caitlyn kiramman x reader#caitlyn x reader#caitvi x reader#arcane#arcane league of legends#my writing
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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny VI - Eris x Archeron!Reader
Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny VI - Eris x Archeron!Reader
Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.
Warnings: smut (minors dni), fluff, angst, misogynistic language/beliefs, violence
A/n: I hope this part is good enough for you guys to forgive me for being a week late!
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Part VI
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To your disappointment, when you woke up the next morning, Eris was already goneâthe sheets cold on his side. You let out a sigh and got up, blinking the sleep from your eyes. It was only then you realized Willow and Ivy were fretting around the bedroom, the wardrobe doors thrown open and piles of dresses on the floor.
âWhat on earth are you two doing?â
Your handmaidens jumped in shock at the sound of your voice before Ivy turned to face you. âOh, Lady, you are awake! Lord Eris requested we pack an overnight bag for you.âÂ
Your brows furrowed in confusion. âFor what?âÂ
They both shared a glance before shrugging but they couldnât hide the smiles on their faces. âWe can only guess, my Lady, but he did not tell us anything.âÂ
âDid he at least tell you where heâs taking me?â You sighed but they both shook their heads.
âNo,â Willow grumbled, âWhich is why weâre struggling to pack. We have no idea what youâll need.â
But Ivy just smiled brightly. âWeâll just pack a bit of everything. That way youâll be ready for whatever it is he wants.âÂ
The look in her eyes told you she knew exactly what Eris wanted and your cheeks turned red. You let out a huff of air before falling back down on your pillows.Â
âOh no, Lady, you mustnât fall asleep again. We are to escort you to the stables in an hour's time. Willow will run you a bath.âÂ
You let Willow help you get ready, your mind on Eris and what he had in store for you. Willow dressed you in a long burgundy gown that had a corset styled bodice that clung to your frame and a flowy chiffon skirt. Tiny roses were embroidered along the lighter side panels of the skirt.Â
Luckily, it wasnât long before your handmaidens were presenting you to your mate who was waiting for you at the stables.Â
Eris was staring at you with an intensity that had your face full of color. It wasnât until the two of you were left alone that his infamous fox-like grin spread on his face. He was dressed finely in dark brown breeches with riding boots and a tunic embroidered with small leaves along the seams.Â
âWould you like your own horse this time, bunny?â
Right, you did technically know how to ride a horse now. But you shook your head. âMay I ride with you?â
âWho am I to deny a lady her request?â Eris purred, extending a hand out to you. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you took it, letting him pull you close so he could lift you onto Marigold, the horse.Â
He strapped the overnight bag to the horse before he lifted himself up behind you, wrapping his arms around your body to take the reins in one hand and pulling you back against his chest with his other. Your cheeks turned pink and you let out a content sigh as the warmth from his body combatted the crisp morning air.Â
Marigold started her trot into the woods and it was silent for a moment before you spoke.Â
"Where are you taking me?"
"It's a surprise," Eris teased.
"I don't like surprises," you pouted.
"No?" Eris's breath tickled the tip of your ear. He moved your hair to one shoulder, granting him access to your throat. He pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin there causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Well, that's too bad, bunny. You're getting one."Â
You were smiling without realizing it, so honed into the places Eris's body met yours. The morning birds were chirping, the leaves rustling in the chill autumn wind. It was enchanting. The Autumn woods were quickly becoming a sanctuary for you and your mate. You hadn't felt this happy in a long time.Â
You asked Eris an endless amount of questions about the Autumn Court, his brothers and family, and his life during the horse ride to wherever he was taking you. The sun began to set, sending streaks of golden light through the openings in the leaves. It wasnât until you saw smoke curling around the tops of the tree, that you realized you were nearing your destination.Â
Soon, a small cottage nestled between the tall trees appeared. Moss and ivy clung to the outer walls, blending it into the earthy flora surrounding it. A path made of fallen leaves led towards the front door, flanked by wildflowers in various colors. The babbling of a creek met your ears as you squinting to see through the sunlight filtering in through the canopy of trees above.Â
âWhat is this place?â You twisted your head to look up at Eris.Â
âOne of my personal residences,â Eris answered, staring wistfully ahead. âOne few know about.âÂ
As you drew closer to the cottage, Eris guided Marigold to a stop. He slid off the back, keeping one hand lingering on your waist.
âAnd you're sharing it with me?â Another secret Eris was willingly divulging to you. He had no idea how much it meant to you. He gave you a charming grin as he helped you down.Â
âThere is nothing I wouldnât share with you, bunny. What is mine is yours,â he said. He kissed the top of your head before guiding you into the cottage with a hand on your back.Â
As you stepped over the threshold of the hidden cottage, the scent of aged timber and a faint hint of herbs and spices greeted you. A snap of Erisâs fingers had the wood in the fireplace coming to life. Furniture made from weathered oak and mahogany filled the room, now illuminated by the warm glow of a crackling fire in the stone hearth. A plush armchair was nestled beside the hearth, a stack of books on top of it.
In a corner of the room, a spiral staircase wound its way upwards, disappearing into the shadows above. An opening straight ahead showed a peek of a kitchen. You spun as you walked forward, taking it all in before turning back to find Eris staring at you with a small smile.Â
âI come here when I need a break from my father and duties,â Eris said, surprising you once again with his candidness. âAnd I needed to come here today so I didnât murder my brother for slipping that breeding tonic into your drink last night.âÂ
Your eyes widened. âReid?âÂ
Eris nodded, his jaw clenching. âHe claims he did it only to embarrass you a bit at dinner but then my mother sent you away. He says he had no idea that youâd run into those guards.âÂ
You rubbed your arm, looking down at the floor as the memories of last night flooded your mind. âAnd you believe him?âÂ
âI unfortunately do. That doesnât mean he didnât face anyâŚconsequences for his little prank,â Eris said as he walked towards you. He slipped two fingers under your chin and made you look at him. âBut I want you to know, bunny, that nothing like that will ever happen to you again. Do you hear me? I will not let anything happen to you. I donât care who I have to kill to ensure that.â
âBut Erisââ
He placed a finger against your lips, silencing you. âNo. No buts. I was blessed with the gift of fire and I will burn down this whole world with no remorse if that's what it takes to keep you safe. Do you understand?â You opened your mouth to rebuke his words but Eris shook his head. âI donât want to hear any objections. They will change nothing. Just a simple yes or no, bunny. Do you understand?âÂ
You searched his amber eyes for something, not even knowing what you were looking for. But you knew what you found. A heavy resolve, a promise, a need to protect. And you realized in that moment that you felt all those things as well. You swallowed, audibly.Â
âYes,â you whispered. âI understand.âÂ
Eris grinned. âGood.â
âSo, why have you brought me here, my Lord?â You asked in a teasing tone, lightening the mood.Â
âI brought you here to have a break from the suffocating nature of my court,â Eris answered, guiding you further into the charming cottage.Â
âWell, I appreciate your consideration, my Lord.â
âOh, back to formalities, little bunny?â That fox-line grin bloomed on Erisâs face. âI thought we moved past that last night.â He stepped closer to you, brushing some of the hair away from your face. Your cheeks turned red again causing Eris to chuckle, âOh don't look so embarrassed, bunny. You seemed to quite enjoy having my affections.âÂ
Butterflies danced in your stomach. His scent was too enticing, the power that seemed to burn all around him all encompassing. Your face was on fire, your heart too. But he was right. You had enjoyed last night. You had wanted his lips on you, his hands on your skin. That hadn't changed. Even now that the breeding tonic had worn off. That craving for his touch was still there.Â
"I believe you made me a promise last night, my Lord," you replied with a slight smile, toying with the laces of his tunic.Â
âI did,â Eris growled and took your hands in his. âI intend to keep it.â
Your heart was pounding in your chest. The look in his eyes caused another wave of desire to crash into you. Unfortunately, your stomach decided that was the time to make itself known. A small rumble sounded and you nearly cursed at it. But Eris chuckled and stepped away, to your disappointment.Â
âCome, bunny, I had the cook prepare us a light dinner,â he said, leading you to the kitchen.
Dinner consisted of an array of cheeses and breads, along with dried fruits and nuts. You were glad it was so light because you had more of an appetite for the male sitting in front of you than the food on the table. The sentiment seemed shared considering the lingering touches and heated looks Eris had been sending you. By the end of dinner, he looked quite pleased with himself for riling you up, sitting in his chair like it was his personal throne. Eris waved a hand and the dishes and plates disappeared in a blink of an eye.Â
You sat frozen in your chair as he eyed you, drinking the last of his wine from his goblet. His gaze was enough to set you on edge, predatory but it didn't frighten you in the slightest. In fact, it made you come alive. He set his glass down before standing, making you hop out of your chair. If you had it your way, he'd toss you over his shoulder again like he did the first time you'd met and carry you straight to the bedroom. But instead, he leaned against the kitchen cabinets and beckoned you to him.
You'd never felt more like a bunny than in this moment. Like a hare about to be caught in a trap.Â
As you stepped close to him, he brushed the hair out of your face, hooking it behind your ears before taking your cheeks in his hands. His touch was so warm, so comforting. Who cares if this was a trap? If this was the fox you were to be ensnared by, then so be it.Â
âI need you to understand something before we continue down a path I know I will never be able to return from, bunny,â Eris began, his amber eyes glowing in the candlelight. âWhatever happens tonight is your choice. If you want to go back to the manor, I will take you. If you just wish to sleep, that is what we will do. Anything you don't like, just say the word and I will stop without question. Do you understand?â
A moment of silence passed as you processed his words, the care he was spelling out for you. Your hand fell on his chest, lingering over his beating heart. One you now knew was goodâat least for you. And you realized it was never the fox that had ensnared the bunny but rather, the other way around.Â
Because this Eris, the one standing before you now, was entirely reserved for you and you only.Â
âEris,â you whispered.
âYes.â
âKiss me,â you breathed out. âPlease.â
âYou'll never have to beg me, bunny,â Eris purred before finally pressing his lips against yours.Â
The kiss became heated fast, leading the two of you to stumble around the cottage until he was pushing you up the stairs. You giggled, taking your skirt in your hands to rush up the steps. You barely made it through the threshold of the bedroom door before you were grabbing Eris by the lapels of his shirt and pulling him into a frenzied kiss. He groaned, eagerly kissing you back as he kicked the door shut behind him.Â
Your hands slid down to the buttons of his shirt, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. But Eris pulled your hands away from him before breaking the kiss. You whined at the loss of contact, lips swollen and breasts heaving with pants.Â
âNot so fast, bunny,â Eris said with a wave of his hand that had every single candle lighting in the room.Â
You gasped as the room came to life, as the light illuminated the large four-poster bed covered in dark red, velvet sheets and fluffy pillows in all shades of Autumn. A small hearth warmed the room and textured fabrics hung from the ceiling embedded with faelights that gave the room a hazy and comforting atmosphere.Â
âCome here,â Eris rasped, holding out his arm.Â
Your heart fluttered as you took it, letting him draw you close. He spun you around and moved your hair to one shoulder before his hands drifted down to the laces on the back of your corset. His nimble fingers began to expertly unlace your corset while he pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder. You let out a breath at the feeling of his warm, soft lips against your skin.Â
You reached back to help him with the ties, too eager to wait, but he ripped your hands away. âRelax, little bunny,â Eris purred. âLet me do all the work.âÂ
Your heart started beating faster.
âOkay,â you whispered.Â
Eris smirked against your skin, satisfied with the response.
He finished unlacing the corset and your dress dropped to the floor, pooling around your feet and leaving you in just your underthings. You were nearly shaking with anticipation, your breathing heavy as he lightly brushed his knuckles down your spine, causing you to shiver.Â
Eris leaned down to whisper in your ear, âGet on the bed.âÂ
âI thought you were doing all the work,â you teased.
âYouâre right,â Eris smiled before he picked you up by the hips and tossed you onto the bed as you squealed, letting you fall on the soft cushions.Â
He prowled towards you with a grin, unlacing his own tunic and tugging it off. Your gaze fell to his chest, his muscled abs. Your breath caught in your throat. Eris already looked like a God but he was built like one too.Â
Erisâs eyes roamed your body, his hands fisting like he was restraining himself.
You held your breath as he slowly hovered over you, his eyes searching yours for a moment until he found the certainty he was looking for. And then he kissed you again and your body came to life once more. Sparks skittered down your skin, crackling with energy.
He kissed his way down your jaw, your throat, all the way down until he was scraping his teeth against your pebbled nipple still hidden under your bra. You gasped before slapping a hand over your mouth.Â
Erisâs eyes shot to yours and he growled, âMy one and only rule tonight is that you let me hear those noises, bunny. Do you understand?â
You gulped and pulled your hand away from your mouth, nodding your head though your cheeks turned pink.Â
âGood girl,â he purred before continuing on, leaving a trail of kisses down your exposed stomach until he pressed a kiss to the dampened spot on your panties, right between your legs. You breathed out his name, so on edge.Â
âGods,â Eris groaned. âYou smell absolutely divine.âÂ
You might be a virgin but you werenât completely naive when it came to sex. You had certainly read enough romance novels to prepare you for this moment. But you hadnât expected to feel like thisâto feel so utterly captivated by Eris, aching for his touch.Â
âI want to see all of you, bunny,â Eris murmured, his amber eyes drinking you in. He toyed with the straps of your bra as he gave you his famous grin that made him look all the more fox-like considering the absolute hunger in his gaze. âMay I?âÂ
âYes,â you said, breathless with butterflies ravaging your stomach. The desire for your mate ate away any embarrassment you mightâve felt otherwise.Â
His grin grew, his elongated canines exposed. Eris slowly pulled the straps of your bra down your arm, the silky fabric moving softly against your tingling skin. And then his hands were beneath you, arching you up slightly so he could unhook your bra.Â
He gently pulled the garment off of you, tossing it to the floor.Â
âBeautiful,â Eris groaned, his hard cock pressing against your thigh told you just how true that statement was to him.Â
Shyness started to creep in and you quickly covered yourself with your arms, blushing bright red. Eris tsked and moved your arms away. âDonât be shy, bunny. Itâs just me and you here.âÂ
Just you and Eris. Just you and your mate. His words eased you and you felt your body soften underneath him. His large hands caressed you as he kissed his way down your neck until he finally took one of your breasts in his mouth.Â
You hissed, your hands flying to tangle themselves in his hair. He grinned against your skin as he continued his ministrations, making you feel hot with need. You whimpered as his cock rubbed against you.
âPlease, Eris,â you begged, not even sure what you wanted or needed.Â
Eris sat up, his hands sliding to your waist. âIs my bunny ready for something more?âÂ
You nodded, eagerly, squirming under him. He hooked his fingers around your underwear. âLift your hips for me, babygirl.âÂ
Your heart swooned at the new nickname.Â
âGods,â Eris groaned as he finally peeled off your final piece of clothing, baring you fully. âGods, you are so beautiful.â
You feltâŚvulnerable as he drank in the sight of your bare body laid before him. Your toes curled at the predatory look in his eyes. Something about the dominance, the control he held over you in this moment made every rational thought leave your mindâhis scent of crackling embers and cinnamon was intoxicating.
Eris leaned over you again to run his hands over every soft curve of your body. His hand drifted back between your legs, gently caressing your throbbing core. You whimpered, bucking up into his touch.Â
Eris smirked against your lips. âIs my little bunny ready for me?âÂ
You swallowed harshly while nodding your head.Â
He pressed a kiss to your neck before whispering, âI need your words, bunny.âÂ
âIâm ready, Eris,â you whimpered. âPlease, donât stop.âÂ
âI already told you that youâd never have to beg for me,â he murmured. He kissed his way down your neck, his body sliding down yours. Your brows furrowed in confusion.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You didnât want to wait any longer, already going crazy with want. But he didnât stop.Â
âRelax,â he purred. âLet me take care of you.âÂ
He pressed a kiss to your stomach.Â
âMy little bunny,â he murmured against your skin.Â
Another kiss to the spot between your hips. âMy babygirl.âÂ
And then he was kneeling on the floor, hooking his arms around your thighs and yanking you to the edge of the bed. You gasped, raising on your elbows to look at him. He kissed the back of your knee, tickling you, before he moved his way up your thigh, leaving love bites along your skin.Â
âI need to taste you.â His voice was full of hunger, lust, as he left marks all along your thighâsucking and biting the soft skin.Â
You gasped as he ran his tongue up your slit, grasping the bedsheets in your fists. The books you read always made this act seem hot but feeling it was something else. Desire flooded you, leaving you panting for air.Â
And then Eris was devouring youâŚdevouring you like you were the sweetest fruit heâd ever tasted. You tossed your head back against the pillows, crying out his name in pleasure.Â
âEris,â you mewled. âGods.â
Erisâs own hand slipped down to rub himself through his pants at the sound of your cries. His other hand rose, replacing his mouth to rub circles on your clit.
âIâve got to get you ready for me, bunny,â he whispered, his finger toying at your entrance making you squirm with need. You werenât sure what he meant by that until a single finger slowly slipped inside of you.Â
You moaned at the feeling, your back bowing off the bed. Eris slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in you. You couldnât help your hips from grinding down in rhythm with his thrusts.Â
âThatâs it, babygirl,â he praised. He gave you a few more thrusts before he slowly started to add another finger. You hissed at the feeling of being stretched, sucking your breath in. âBreath, bunny. Youâre doing so good.â
Another thrust had you finally relaxing, the slight pressure replaced with hot pleasure. You moaned his name as Eris continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth sucking on your clit again. He didnât stop. Not even as your moans came out as pleas, as his name fell out of your lips over and over again while he pushed you over the edge, your vision going black with all the pleasure as you orgasmed.Â
Still, he continued to devour you, causing you to writhe, overstimulated with pleasure. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling slightly as you cried but Eris merely growled, âIâm not done yet, bunny.âÂ
You werenât sure if that was a blessing or a curse. You ultimately decided it was indeed a blessing as he brought you to your second orgasm with his tongue and fingers far more quickly than your first. You were gasping for air as he made his way back up the length of your body, smiling with satisfaction at how unraveled he had made you. You couldnât help but grab Erisâs face in your hands, marveling at his striking and cruel beauty.Â
âYouâre never escaping me now, bunny,â he growled, running his nose up the column of your neck and groaning at your scent. âNow that Iâve got a taste of you, Iâm never letting you go.â
âI donât want you to,â you murmured, your heart beating in your chest.Â
âGood,â he answered, kissing you and letting you taste yourself on his lips. His hand was back between your legs, stroking your still sensitive core. You moaned into his kiss, your hips thrusting up against him.Â
He grinded his hips down, rubbing his hard cock against you and you gasped, breaking the kiss. The unbridled hunger in his gaze had your heart racing as he stared down at you. âDo you still want this, bunny?â
âYes,â you whispered, quickly. You were sure youâd go insane if he didnât fuck you at this point. He sat back on his haunches and began to unlace his pants. His hard cock sprung free from its constraints and your eyes widened as you glanced down at it.
Eris tossed his pants somewhere behind him, chuckling as he noticed you observing him. By feeling alone youâd known his dick was big but seeing it now, you felt slightly intimidated. You sat up a bit and reached a hand out, lightly stroking him with curiosity.
Eris groaned, his hips twitching into your touch. He gently pulled your hand away, resting over you with one arm next to your head. âYou can explore later. I need you. I canât wait any longer.âÂ
You nodded, swallowing with anticipation. He stared directly into your eyes as he guided himself towards your entrance, pausing one last time to allow you the chance to stop. But you placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him into a kiss instead. Eris kissed you, hungrily. His tongue parted your lips as he devoured you. He lined himself up before slowly starting to push into you. He wasn't even an inch in before he felt the resistance. He kept you locked in a kiss as he pushed farther in, stretching you out to the point of pain.Â
You cringed slightly at the feeling, pulling away from his lips with a hiss. But the way Eris stared down at you with so much reverence and care comforted you. Still, you grimaced as the pain increased, as the stretching felt more like he was tearing you in half.Â
You hissed again and Eris peppered kisses to your face. âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âIâm sorry.âÂ
You shook your head, unable to tell him to stop apologizing. He grunted as you dug your nails into his biceps while he continued to thrust in slowly. âFuck, bunny, youâre taking me so well.âÂ
His praise caused your heart to flutter, making you relax more until he was seated all the way. He groaned, glancing down at where both of your bodies were now connected. Your grip on his biceps were still tight as the pain started to soothe into a warmth that began to spread throughout your body.Â
âBreath for me, babygirl,â Eris whispered, kissing your jaw. You nodded, eyes squeezing shut. You hadnât even realized youâd been holding in your breath. The exhale of air from your lungs made your body soften fully and soon the pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure of having him inside of you. You moaned out his name, trying to let him know you were ready for more.Â
âThatâs it,â Eris groaned, feeling the tension leave. He slid out only a fraction before pushing back inâjust enough to make you whimper. He brushed some of the damp hair from your forehead with a tenderness that had the bond in your chest aching.Â
You were desperate for him to start moving and you realized he was waiting on some cue from youâsome sign that you were ready for him. But talking felt impossible right now, your brain empty of all thoughts except a need for your mate. You lifted your hips, your breath catching with the movement. Eris grunted at the feeling of you around him.Â
You breathed out his name again and that seemed to finally snap his restraint. Yet he was still gentle as he pulled all the way out of you before slowly thrusting back in. Your back arched at the new feeling. You finally released your grip on his biceps, stringing your arms around his neck instead.Â
Eris began to move faster, deeper. One of his hands slid down your thigh, guiding you to hook it around his hips. The new angle caused him to hit a spot inside of you that had moans spilling from your lips. Eris kissed any part of you he had access toâyour cheeks, your lips, your ears, your neck. His lips were hot, warming your skin as if you were standing next to an open flame.Â
âSo beautiful,â he whispered. âSo beautiful.âÂ
His thrusts into you had you sliding against the silk sheets, had your breasts bouncing and your core throbbing around him with pleasure.
And he was watching you the whole time with a devotion that had you breathless. His whiskey amber eyes so focused on you and your pleasure, like it was all that mattered to him in this moment. His rhythm quickened, his strokes faster and faster as you spiraled underneath himâcoming undone completely.Â
It was overwhelming in the best possible way. Your bodies together as one. The feeling of the mating bond singing in your chest. The bliss of finally sharing yourself with someone you were falling in love with. Someone who held you like you were his entire world. Someone who saw all the unseen parts of youâthe parts no one else had cared to look at.Â
The culmination of everything had fire licking its way down your body, warmth spreading through your veins. Each thrust had a new wave of pleasure crashing into you. Each kiss had your heart beating to the tune of his. You were his in this momentâheart, mind, body and soul. And he was yours. Your fox. Your mate. Your Eris.Â
Your vision went white as you toppled over the edge for a third time, screaming his name as you were consumed by his fire. Eris cursed as he rode out your orgasm, his pace growing sloppy as he lost himself in the feeling of you. He pounded into you, over and over again. You were mindless as you lightly grasped his cheeks, staring into his beautiful faceâyour body still in its state of bliss.Â
âMine,â he grunted. âYou are mine.âÂ
âYours,â you agreed. âAnd you belong to me.â
Those words had more of an effect on him than you could ever imagine. He groaned your name, his jaw tensing before he cried out and gave one final thrust inside of you that had the entire bed shaking. His forehead fell against yours as he climaxed, shuddering and panting for air.Â
You stayed like that, wrapped up in each other for who knows how long. Just you and him. You and Eris. Nothing else mattered right now. Not his father or his court. Not your sisters or your mysterious powers. No conflict, no war, no pain. Nothing but the two of you and the eternal flame that connected your souls.Â
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You should've known that the euphoria wouldn't last for long. The universe always had a way of making sure the highs were met with the lowest of lows. So when you returned to the Forest House with Eris the next day and were summoned immediately upon arrival to the throne room, you were not surprised. Still, a lead weight dropped in your stomach. Eris had staunchly tried to argue that you could remain within his chambers while he dealt with the matter but the guards had been adamant that the High lord had requested both of your presences.Â
He held your hand tightly in his as you walked into the throne room together. Beron sat on his throne, Seraphina on her smaller chair to the side of him. Erisâs three brothers stood at the bottom of the daisâeach of their faces unreadable. Reidâs face was covered in bruises and you winced, knowing it was your mate that was behind it. Still, you couldnât find it in you to feel bad. Not after what he had done to you.Â
Eris had glamoured your scents, not wanting to give his father any ammunition to use against you. The Gods knew how traditional the Autumn Court was. Beron would be displeased to know you had sex before your mating ceremony. Would likely use that as an excuse to do who knows what.
âFather,â Eris said, dipping his head in a faux show of respect.Â
Beron glanced at his son before looking at you, expectantly. You dropped Erisâs hand and curtsied like youâd been taught. âHigh Lord.â It was enough to have him look away from you and back to his eldest son.Â
âIn the time youâve been absent,â Beron started, holding his hands behind his back. âIâve learned of a fewâŚevents that have transpired in this court. Namely the death of three of my best guards and the disfigurement of one of my sons.âÂ
Eris scoffed, straightening his cuffs. âReid will heal.âÂ
You tensed, noting the anger in Beronâs eyes.Â
âThat may be so,â Beron replied. âBut my guards will not.âÂ
âThey deserved death for what they did,â Eris growled. âThey attacked my mate.âÂ
âAnd by whose word is that?â Beron asked, his tone chilling. âWere there any witnesses of this alleged attack? Or did you simply take the word of a female over three trained, professional guardsâguards who have protected you your entire life, son?âÂ
âI saw it with my own eyes,â Eris snarled, stepping forward.Â
Beron merely tilted his head, staring down at his son. âAny other witnesses?â
âYou donât believe your own son?â Eris questioned, causing Beronâs eyes to narrow.
âNot when his actions seem far tooâŚuncharacteristic,â Beron said. âYou are not known to attack others, Eris. I expect far more restraint from my Heir. Now, answer my question. Are there any other witnesses?âÂ
Eris stood up straighter, unwilling to back down. You swallowed harshly, your eyes darting between Beron and your mate. âHer two handmaidens were witness as well.âÂ
Beron chuckled, mirthlessly. His dead eyes lacked any amusement. âTwo lesser fae? As if they are known for speaking any truths. Please son, you humor me greatly.âÂ
âSo you refuse to take me at my word,â Eris scowled. âYet also refuse to hear from the two witnesses who saw the attack, as well. What is it you want?âÂ
Flames licked the shoulders of the High Lord, a show of his growing ire. âWatch your tone when talking to me, son. What I want is justice for the guards who have lost their life over something soâŚtrivial.â
âTrivial?â Eris scoffed. âYou think itâs trivial that theyââ
Beron held up a hand, silencing his son. âI wasnât finished. Do not interrupt me again or there will be far greater consequences.âÂ
Eris moved in front of you, blocking his fatherâs view. You were nearly shaking with dread, nausea swimming in your stomach. Where was Beron going with this?
âAs I was saying,â Beron continued. âI seek justice for the guards who are now dead. Punishment for your mateâs lack of decorum that resulted in their actions which led to their deaths. For that, she shall receive ten lashes.âÂ
The room fell silent except for a small gasp that came from your lips. Ten lashes? Ten lashes all because his guards had attacked you? That wasâŚ.that was insane! Your lip quivered. Eris glanced back at you for a second, his face pale before his expression hardened into rage. He turned back to his father, glaring.
âI am her mate,â Eris declared. âAnd according to Autumn law, allowed to take her punishment as mine.â
The fact that he wasnât trying to argue with his father told you that it would probably be no use. Â
âIs that what you want?â Beron looked pleased, as if he knew this would be the outcome to his sentencing. You felt ready to puke. How could a father be so eager to hurt his own son? Just how twisted was this male?
âYes.â Erisâs voice didnât waver or soften.Â
âEris,â you whispered in horror, stepping forward. You couldnât let him do thisâcouldnât let him get whipped on your behalf. Neither of you should be facing this punishment. It was both cruel and unjust. But if someone had to take it, it had to be you.Â
Eris turned to look at you with a stern expression.
âDonât speak,â he ordered, his voice so harsh you nearly flinched but you knew his anger was not directed at you. You knew he was just doing what he could to protect you. âGo to my chambers and stay there until either I or your handmaidens come to collect you.âÂ
âShe is not going anywhere,â Beron spoke up. âYou are allowed to take her punishment but she is ordered to stay and watch. She must understand what it means to be a part of this court. Must understand what her actions have caused.â
âFather,â Erisâs voice was slightly pleading for once but Beron held up his hand again.
âAnother word and it will be fifteen lashes instead.âÂ
Erisâs shoulder fell and he quickly schooled himself, nodding. You took a sharp breath, your eyes welling with tears. You wanted to reach for him but two guards grabbed you by the upper arms and held you in place. You watched as Eris began to unbutton his shirt, tossing it to the ground before falling to his knees at the bottom of the dais.Â
No.
This couldnât be happening.
You were going to be sick.Â
You choked in fear as Beron summoned a whip made of fire in his hands, coming to stand behind his son. You tried to break free from the guardsâ hold but it was impossible. Tears slipped down your face.
âDonât!â you cried out. âPlease, donât hurt him! Iâll take them. Iâllââ
âI said another word and it would be fifteen lashes instead of ten,â Beron growled, his cold eyes darting to you before they looked back down at his son. âYour mate just caused you another five lashes, Eris.âÂ
No. No. No.
Your eyes darted around the room, looking for someone who might put an end to this. Who might stop this. But it was Finn who caught your eyes and gave you a small shake of the head, his lips pressed in a fine line. You were heaving, horrified. You had made things so much worse already. So much worse.Â
No one was coming to stop this. No one was coming to save Eris. No one ever had.Â
You stood frozen as the first crack of the whip echoed through the big room, striking Erisâs back and ripping through his flesh. Your heart was pounding in your chest as the whip rose again, the flames dancing in a menacing way. Another strike had more tears blurring your vision. By the third strike, you had fallen to your knees, retching.Â
You couldnât even see Erisâs face, but you knew it was contorted in agony. You tried to send comfort down the mating bond, comfort and love and anything else, but it was met with a wall of flame that blocked you out. That only had more tears falling down your face. Even in his agonizing pain, Eris was still protecting you.Â
Memories of last night flooded your mind. The joy, the elation, the love. The time spent together wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered. The secrets the two of you had shared beneath the covers. How had you gone from that to this?Â
Your heart shattered with each strike. Your soul was aching as you sat there, watching in horror as Erisâs blood began to pool on the tiled floor. You had caused this. This was all your fault. All Eris had done since the beginning was try to protect you. And this is how you had returned the favor. The worst part of it all was knowing he wouldnât even blame you at all for this. Not even for the five extra lashes you had caused.Â
By the seventh strike, your own pool of vomit lay around you.Â
Eris didnât even cry, barely moved at all. It was haunting and it made you realize that this was not the first time this had happened to him by a long shot. How many times had his father punished him like this in his lifetime? How many scars lingered underneath his skinâonly hidden by the unnatural healing of the fae? By the fifteenth strike, you knew the answer to be far too many.Â
The guards finally let you go once Beron had finished and left the throne room, taking his wife with him. You scrambled to your feet, darting towards Eris but Liam caught you by the arm with a grimace. âYou wonât be able to carry him. Let us take him to his chambers.âÂ
You were forced to watch again as both Liam and Finn heaved Erisâs near unconscious form up between the two of them. You trailed behind them, tears soaking the collar of your dress. The walk to his chambers seemed to take an eternity. Eris groaned as they fumbled him through the door.Â
âGet him to the bath,â Reid murmured, causing you to jump in shock. You hadnât realized that even he had followed.Â
You darted ahead of them, starting to fill the basin as they dragged your injured mate into the bathing chambers and slid him into the tub. Eris grunted in pain as the water splashed against his wounds, staining it red. You muffled your own cries with a hand.Â
âFather wonât allow him to be seen by a healer,â Finn whispered to you. âCan you take care of him from here?âÂ
You nodded your head, speechless.Â
âHe has some cooling salve and bandages under the sink,â Finn said, nodding his head towards the sink. âCome find me if you need help.âÂ
The three brothers took their leave after that, leaving you alone with your mate. You pulled out all the supplies Finn had mentioned, falling to your knees next to the tub where Eris sat, his knees drawn to his chest and his head resting against them.Â
âEris,â you finally whispered, stroking his hair. âEris, I am so, so sorry.âÂ
âSânot your fault,â he mumbled, tiredly.Â
You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry and scream and rage. But it was more important to take care of him right now. So you slowly set to work, apologizing each time he flinched as you cleaned his wounds. Your heart ached as you helped him out of the bath once you were finished.
âCome on,â you murmured. âLetâs get you on the bed.â
You helped him strip off his wet pants and underwear before laying him down on the bed on his stomach. You pulled the sheets up to his waist, leaving his back untouched. You kneeled on the bed next to him, taking out the salve to start spreading it over the wounds.Â
Eris let out a sigh as you started applying it and your heart cracked in your chest as he slowly drifted to sleep, his body finally giving out. You cried as you smeared the salve over the burns before bandaging them gently. Once you were done, your head dropped to his shoulder.
âIâm so sorry,â you cried to his sleeping form. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
You donât know how long you sat there, crying over him. But at some point, you finally sat up and wiped your face dry. Beron mightâve forbade any healer from helping Eris, but you had learned a thing or two from Elain about some plants that might help. Plants that the two of you used to mash into a paste and give to Feyre for all the blisters and calluses she would return home with when you were living in that small cottage. Plants that you knew you had seen during your ride in the forest with Eris.Â
With that in mind, you gathered yourself before setting out to collect some, leaving Eris asleep on the bed for now.Â
Luckily, you were able to sneak from the Forest House without anyone seeing you. You hid amongst the trees, plucking the plants and bundling them in your skirt. When you were confident that you had gathered enough, you started making your way back to the Forest House but you didnât make it very far before you were interrupted.Â
Shadows seemed to grow between the trees until a very familiar face stepped from them. You gasped in shock as Azriel materialized right before you, his hazel eyes staring directly at you.Â
âY/n,â he greeted, cooly, looking over your form like he was looking for any injuries before meeting your gaze again.Â
âAzâŚAzriel? What are you doing here?â
âWeâve figured out a way to get you out of this mess,â he said, taking a step towards you. âCome, Feyre will explain to you once weâre home.âÂ
You mirrored his step backwards, eyes going wide. You didnât want to go homeâŚin fact, you knew in your heart that Velaris was no longer home to you. Home wasâŚHome was Eris. You shook your head at him, trying to form the words to tell him you werenât coming.Â
âN-no,â you finally stuttered out. âI-I canât go back. I donât wantââ
âLike I saidâit will all be explained once we get back,â Azriel cut you off, moving quicker than you and grabbing your arm causing you to drop your skirt. All the plants you had gathered for Eris fell to the ground. âLetâs go.âÂ
And then you were engulfed in shadows, the Autumn Court disappearing from view. And all that was left in your place was a pile of healing plants for your injured mateâfor Eris who would go on to wake up alone.Â
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Look you can't give us Earthspark Stunticons without giving us your take on this version of their characters. I wanna know what gets carried over, what's different, how would they, hypothetically, interact with the rest of the cast? Are they stuck on Cybertron while breakdowns on earth? How'd that reunion go?
I love it all so much I must know more! đ
AHH this ask makes me so happy!! Bless you so very much! đ I just love the Stunticons so so much and there's so much I wish we could've seen when it comes to them!! Honestly, I was just going to be drawing them and leave it at that but... they have been occupying my thoughts for the last week and I ended up creating a whole Earthspark AU with them đŤ ((I'm open to suggestions when it comes to naming the AU!!)) I really adore their origins in G1 so I took most of my ideas from there!! I have all of these paragraphs written about how they reacted when they were first given sparks by Megatron, how their psychological issues started, how these issues affected their teamwork and affected the mind of the Menasor when they combined, how they learned to cope with their issues, each of their individual journeys on getting better at understanding themselves, and then later on understanding each other, accepting one another as who they are and lending a helping hand whenever one of them needs it!! Gosh, so much to talk about when it comes to them!!
With the way I ended up giving them all their own backstories, I ended up kind of OC-fying them đ
But still did my best to stay loyal to their origins in G1! Additionally I wanted to do something with Earthspark's concept of "family" so I wanted these guys to become a family in the end too! ((Especially making Motormaster go through a huge character arc where in the end she treats the Stunticons more like a family! While also keeping her distance from them both physically and emotionally because she thinks she doesn't have the right to get into their personal spaces after everything she put them through)) I could talk about them for hours honestly!! I wanna do more drawings and doodles of them! I dream of writing down all my thoughts in a fanfiction one day, but I'm not sure if that will be a reality... So I may just share my ideas bit by bit in different art posts!! Also yes!! The rest of the Stunticons ended up being separated, with Breakdown being the only one on Earth! Motormaster tried to reach for him but unfortunately she wasn't fast enough to do so before the only entrance got blown up. It leaves the rest of the Stunticons in a weird place, they *just* learned to accept each other and work on their issues together, and now one of them is gone, and they aren't sure if he is even alive! But they don't repeat the same mistakes of the past and stick together instead, ignoring everything about Cybertron until they find BD. Meanwhile Breakdown, when he's first separated from them, has a moment where his paranoia almost overwhelms him again, like in the past. But he manages to calm himself and focus, finding ways to survive on Earth along with other Decepticons. Even though he commits dangerous acts and constantly seeks adrenaline ((joining races all around the world etc)) in an attempt to cope. When they do reunite, it is a happy reunion! With the rest of the Stunticons gathering around BD and celebrating!! Of course, Motormaster still keeps her distance, but if you watch closely, you can see the very small and shaky sigh that she lets out.
#vi chirps#not art#transformers#transformers earthspark#stunticons#I honestly really want to just yap for hours and hours but I think it's better if I share my ideas slowly instead FDHFD#OR ELSE YOU WILL BE STUCK WITH LIKE TEN THOUSAND PARAGRAPHS#but thank you again for the ask!! this was so fun to write!! aaaahhh#got too excited and forgot some of my tags FDHFDH#answered#fortunatelykawaiitiger#ES Stunticons AU
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Thatâs not me. 2
summary Your dating miles, but your confused when he creeps into your room crying about his spidermen friends and his dad.
a/n NVM YALL THE Pt2 CAME QUICKER THAN EXPECTED (Iâve been working on it since I released the first part:3)
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thatâs not me.
You felt goosebumps rise along your skin as you read the text. The feeling of fear creeping up your back as miles gave you an unreadable stare.
Was he here to hurt you?
Was he going to attack?
What did miles mean, that wasnât him?
What the fuck was even going on?
Did you really just kiss a stranger?
You felt sick, the fear was taking over, but your miles had taught you to always play it cool during dangerous situations and heâd be there in a minute. you cleared your throat, turning back to the spider boy.
âMiles you said, spiderman? Like from the old comics?â You chirped, all the fear that miles had creeping up melting away. âYea! Lookâ thwip thwip, was the sound the webs made as he shot them from a small device on his wrist.
You kept asking questions, miles warming up to you even more as he sat on your bed and explained his whole spider-man story and how his dad was in danger.
but for a second, you forgot this wasnât your miles, this wasnât the miles that you met years before his dads death.
You both jumped at the sound of a heavy clash on the fire escape again. Miles threw his arm over you protectively, pushing you back and away from the window.
A claw slid the window open, neon pink and purple glowing slightly outlining the figure. You knew who it was, but for the sake of the other miles you acted scared. âThereâs a prowler here?â He asked, his face twisting up in confusion as he turned to you.
Not even a second later, he was out on the floor. âMiles!â You yelled angrily as you stared at him in the prowler suit. âQue mami?â He asked, the headpiece folding back. âYou didnât have to hit him that hardâ you kneeled besides the spiderboy, rubbing your thumb over the bruise now forming in his cheekbone.
âDonât tell me youâre all close with this..offbrand of me.â Miles grumbled, roughly grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from the other miles causing you to fall back on your ass with a yelp.
You looked up at him, rubbing your stinging wrist; âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â You glared at him, ignoring the pain from the marks on your wrist.
Miles said nothing, a look of disgust across his face as a side of his top lip raised; âI saw- te vi besarlo mamĂâ he looked down, and towards the other miles, thinking of how the other miles had felt your plush lips, that were only for him to feel against his own.
You had a look of disbelief on your face, he was that mad because youâd..accidentally kissed another version of him? (Which was understandable, but not to hurt you.)
âMiles I thought he was you!â You yelled, pointing between the two that looked exactly alike. Miles just ignored you, placing a little device on the spiderboy that tied his wrists together. âHe reminded me of how you were before your father passed!â You yelled, giving in.
There was no movement, no sounds or anything. But miles felt his breath hitch at your comment before he looked at you. âYou were so childlike, and sweet and just so young! I thought that you somehow had got that little spark back.â
You continued, tears forming in your eyes as you remembered how it was to watch miles loose himself in the prowler and turn to a life of crime.
Miles just deactivated his claw before walking over to you, falling to his knees and straddling you. âLo siento mucho mamiâ He mumbled, grabbing your wrist and kissing it before hugging you.
âIâm sorryâ you replied, leaning into his embrace. He just held you, mumbling apologies for snapping on you like that, and how it wasnât your fault.
âI have to get him to uncle Aaron.â He whispered, kissing your temple. You just nodded, letting go of him.
As he stood up you grabbed his hand looking up at him with pleading, teary eyes. âHeâs already gone through so much like you, please donât hurt him amor..â you let go and miles just gave you a nod before clicking the button that reactivated his helmet, and sliding on the claw.
You couldnât bear to see or even know that in another universe, miles goes through the same pain again, and again..in every universe.
Miles picked up miles and stepped out on the fire escape; âHasta maĂąana mi Vidaâ he closed the window and jumped out of your view.
You sat in the same spot, confused and scared. Youâd definitely ask a shit ton of questions tomorrow.
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Trinket Catapult
  You stand on the edge of the rusty balcony, the cool breeze from Zaun brushing against your skin, the chaotic sounds of the city below mingling with the distant hum of Piltover above. The sun dips low, casting a warm golden hue over the familiar, yet haunting, skyline that has been both your playground and your prison. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of memories swirling in your mind.
  "Y/N! Look what I made!" Powder's voice rings out, bright and unyielding, cutting through your reverie. The sound of metal clinking fills the air as she bounds into view, a whirlwind of energy with her short blue hair tied in space buns bobbing as she runs.
  You turn to see her holding a new contraption, a jumble of gears and wires that she's likely spent the last few days tinkering with. "It's aâ"
  "A trinket launcher?" you guess, a smile breaking through the somber mood.
  "Close! It's aâ" She pauses dramatically, her violet-blue eyes sparkling. "âa trinket catapult!"
  A laugh escapes your lips, the sound almost foreign after so long. "You're going to put someone's eye out with that thing, you know."
  "Pffft! Not if I aim it right!" She grins, her excitement infectious.
  But as you watch her, a pang of guilt hits you. You remember the last time you felt this light, this carefree. It was with Violet, your childhood sweetheart. The warmth of her laughter, the sweetness of her smile... it all feels like a distant memory now, overshadowed by that tragic day.
  "Y/N?" Powder's voice breaks through your thoughts, concern creeping into her tone. "You okay?"
  "Yeah, just... thinking." You bite your lip, glancing toward the sunset, the colors swirling like a painting, chaotic yet beautiful. "It's just... everything reminds me of Vi."
  You see Powder's smile falter, just for a moment, before she quickly recovers. "I know. But she wouldn't want you to be sad. She'd want you to be happy."
  You nod, your heart heavy. "I know, but it's hard, Powder. I don't think I'll ever truly let her go."
  "I understand," she murmurs, fidgeting with the trinket catapult. "But that doesn't mean you can't find happiness again. With someone else."
  You turn to her, feeling the weight of her gaze. "And what about you? Don't you miss her?"
  "Of course," she replies, her voice low, but there's a determination behind her words. "But I'd do anything for you, Y/N. Even if that means pretending to be her."
  You blink, taken aback by her honesty. "Pretending to be Violet?"
  "Yeah! I mean, you loved her, right? I could be like her, just for you. I'd wear her clothes, do my hair like hers. Anything."
  "Powder, that'sâ"
  "Please!" She steps closer, her eyes pleading. "Just give it a try. For me?"
  You shake your head, laughter bubbling up again, mixed with disbelief. "You're serious?"
  "Absolutely! I'll do what it takes."
  A warmth spreads through your chest at her loyalty. "You're crazy, you know that?"
  "Crazy for you!" she chirps, her laughter echoing in the alleyways.
  But deep down, you sense a storm brewing. You know it's not just about pretending; it's about the ghosts of the past that still haunt you, and the love that refuses to fade.
  Days turn into weeks, and Powder's resolve grows stronger with each passing moment.
She works tirelessly on her projects, each one more ambitious than the last. "Y/N! Look at this!" she exclaims one evening, presenting a mechanical bird that flaps its wings. "I named it Violet!"
  You can't help but smile, but there's a lingering sadness that wraps around your heart. "You're going to confuse me."
  "Good! Maybe it'll make you realize I'm right here!"
  "Right here, pretending to be my dead girlfriend?"
  "Not pretending! Just... giving you a reason to smile."
  "Powder, this isn't healthy."
  "Neither is moping around over someone who's gone!" she snaps back, her voice sharp but her eyes pleading.
  The tension hangs heavy between you, and it's clear that the stakes are rising higher. You want to comfort her, to reach out and tell her it's okay, but the weight of your unresolved feelings keeps you rooted in place.
  "Let's go to the old hideout," you suggest suddenly, desperate to change the subject. "The one by the river?"
  Powder's eyes light up, a smile breaking across her face. "Yeah, Let's go!"
  The two of you make your way through the winding streets of Zaun, the air thick with the scents of machinery and the distant sounds of laughter and music. As you reach the hideout, a small shack perched precariously over the rushing water, a wave of nostalgia washes over you.
  "Remember the last time we were here?" Powder asks, plopping down on the creaky wooden floor.
  You chuckle, recalling the misadventures you had with Vi, Mylo, and Claggor. "How could I forget? We almost got caught by the enforcers!"
  "Yeah! And we had to hide in that dumb old barrel." Powder laughs, her eyes sparkling with joy.
  "Violet was so mad at you for almost blowing up the barrel with your monkey bombs."
  "Hey! They were supposed to be safe!" Powder grins, the memories washing over you both like a warm breeze.
  But as laughter fades, the silence settles back in, a heavy blanket of unspoken words. You glance at Powder, who's now fidgeting with her hands, the brightness in her expression dimming. "Do you really think it's possible for me to move on?"
  "Of course," she replies, her voice soft but firm. "But you have to let go of the past first. You can't keep holding onto something that's gone."
  "I know," you whisper, the weight of her words sinking in. "But it's so hard."
  "Then let me help you."
  "By pretending to be Violet?"
  "By being here for you. I care about you, Y/N. I don't want to lose you, too."
  The vulnerability in her voice hits hard, and you feel the walls you've built around your heart begin to crack. "You're... really something, you know that?"
  She shrugs, a hint of shyness creeping in. "Just trying to be the best friend I can be."
  The moment stretches on, the sound of the river rushing below filling the silence. You can feel the tension between you, a pull that's both exhilarating and terrifying.
  "Powder..." you start, your voice barely above a whisper.
  "Y/N, can I... can I try something?"
  Your heart races as you meet her gaze, uncertainty swirling in your stomach. "What do you mean?"
  "Just... close your eyes. Trust me."
  You hesitate, but something in her eyes tells you to comply. You nod, shutting your eyes tight as your heart pounds in your chest.
  A moment passes, then you feel her warmth next to you. "Okay, open them!"
  You do as instructed, and your breath catches in your throat. Powder has transformed herself, her hair styled to mimic Violet's, her clothes a makeshift version of what you remember. It's uncanny, and for a split second, you see a ghost of the girl you lost.
  "Powder..."
  "See? I can be her! Just for you!"
  But as you gaze into her violet-blue eyes, the reality washes over you. This isn't Violet; it's Powder, your loyal and fierce friend, desperately trying to fill a void that can't be filled.
  "It's not the same," you whisper, the truth slicing through the air like a knife.
  "I know," she replies, her voice trembling. "But... can't you see how much I care?"
  You reach out, brushing hair back from the way it was, the way it perfectly was, your heart aching for her. "I care about you too, Powder, but I'm not ready to let go."
  "Then let's do this together," she pleads, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You don't have to do it alone."
  The weight of her words settles into your heart, and for the first time, you feel the flicker of hope. "Together?"
  "Yeah. I'll be here, no matter what. But you have to promise me that you won't shut me out."
  You nod slowly, feeling the warmth of her hand in yours. "I promise."
  The resolve between you strengthens as the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. You sit together on the old wooden floor, hand in hand, the ghosts of the past still lingering but no longer suffocating.
  "Let's make a new memory, then," you suggest, your voice steadier.
  "Like what?" she asks, her eyes brightening.
  "Like building something together. Something that isn't a trinket catapult."
  Powder laughs, her joy infectious. "I'm in! But only if you help me!"
  "Deal."
  As you begin to sketch out plans for a new project, you realize that while Violet will always hold a special place in your heart, there's room for new beginnings, new memories, and perhaps, a new kind of love.
  And as the stars begin to twinkle overhead, you can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, you're ready to embrace the future with Powder by your side.
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blue velvet... jinx x reader
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synopsis: two girls trapped within a world full of hate would do anything for eachother. too bad they're both crazy. tags/tws: mentions of mental health illnesses, mention of suicide, blood and gore, mc has split personalities word count: 6.4k
present day: age 23
The sea of bodies sucked you in from either side, a swirling tide of motion and sound. Figures twisted and jostled, their voices rising over one another in a cacophony of excitement as they vied for a glimpse of Progress Dayâs marvels. The air itself seemed to hum with energy, the sharp scent of steam and fuel mixing with the sweeter notes of caramelized nuts and fresh pastries. Somewhere nearby, a musicianâs lively tune spilled over the noise, adding a whimsical rhythm to the chaos. The skies above were dotted with colourful banners snapping in the wind, their vibrant hues adding to the sharp contrast of the gleaming metalwork around you.
You tugged your hood lower, the fraying edge brushing against your cheek. Your wings, folded tightly against your back, twitched with the urge to stretch, but you kept them carefully hidden beneath your cloak. Youâd made sure to preen yourself before leavingâthe careful shaking off of loose feathers, the smoothening of your clothes so no stray plume could give away your presence. The last thing you wanted was to leave a trail. This was one of those rare moments when you could blend in, wander the city unnoticed, a fleeting chance to lose yourself in the celebration. A chance to be anonymous.
Still, you allowed yourself a small indulgence. The half-eaten pastry in your hand was sticky, crumbs clinging to your fingers as you weaved through the press of people. The sweet, greasy scent clung to the air, masking the slightly metallic smell of the machines around you. Your sharp eyes flitted between the vibrant displays, absorbing the cacophony of sights: clockwork animals that chirped and hopped, automatons strumming clumsy tunes, and an inventor passionately proclaiming the future of pneumatic transport.
You couldnât resist. It was too tempting.
As the inventorâs voice crescendoed into the dramatic pitch of a sales pitch, you let your fingers brush against the edge of your cloak, a small static charge crackling through the air. The spark zipped into the exposed wiring of the machine, and the entire contraption jerked violently. Its spindly mechanical limbs flailed, thrashing through the air, smacking into the inventorâs leg and sending him tumbling into the air like a ragdoll. He landed in a tangle of metal and steam, and the crowd erupted in startled laughter.
You grinned, stepping away from the scene before anyone noticed you had been involved. Mischief always seemed to find you when you least expected it. In a crowd like this, no one ever connected the dotsâPiltover was too busy admiring itself to worry about one little disruption.
As you sauntered away, a small voice called out behind you, tentative and high-pitched.
âUm, excuse me, miss?â
You paused and turned, blinking down at the small figure tugging at your attention. The little girl, no older than seven or eight, gazed up at you with wide, earnest eyes. Her dirty-blond hair framed her face in soft waves, and her tiny hands were clutching something in front of her.
In her grip was one of your feathers, big and gray, its edges tipped with silver like moonlight on dark water. It shimmered in the light, reflecting the kaleidoscope of colours around you.
Your heart sank.
Shit.
Youâd made sure to shake out your wings before you flew upâchecked every inch to make sure there were no stray feathers left behind. So why now? Why this one?
âYou dropped this,â she said, as if it were a treasure instead of an accident.
âOh,â you started, trying to hide the momentary panic in your voice. You reached out to take the feather, tucking it quickly beneath your cloak as you flashed the girl a forced smile. âThank you, sweetheart.â
For a moment, she hesitated, eyeing the hidden feather with wide, curious eyes. You bit your lip, embarrassment creeping up your neck. But you couldnât help the soft, genuine chuckle that escaped you. âYou know what?â you said, crouching down to her level and gently taking the feather. âWhy donât you keep it?â
Her eyes widened in surprise, then her face broke into a smile so bright it made the noise of the crowd feel distant. âReally?â she gasped. âFor me?â
You nodded, tucking the feather carefully into her hands. âTell you what,â you said, leaning in close, your voice taking on a conspiratorial whisper, âthis feather isnât just any feather. Itâs magical. I got it from a storm bird all the way in Ixtal.â
Her face lit up, her small fingers brushing over the edges of the feather as if expecting something to happen. âA storm bird? Like, one that makes lightning?â
âExactly,â you replied, your eyes gleaming with mischief. âTheyâre rare creatures, and their feathers are said to bring good luck. So, if you keep this, you might just find yourself a little magic of your own.â
She gasped in awe, clutching the feather to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. âThank you very much!â she beamed, barely able to contain her excitement.
Before you could say anything else, the girlâs mother appeared, her hands already reaching out to tug her daughter away. The womanâs eyes flicked over to you, scanning you from head to toe with quick, dismissive contempt. The glint of judgment was unmistakable in her gaze.
âWhat did I tell you about talking to strangers?â the mother snapped, her voice sharp and cold.
You stood, pushing your shoulders back as the womanâs eyes took in your worn cloak and scuffed bootsâyour mismatched, patched-up appearance. The clothes didnât fit right, and the grime of Zaun still clung to your skin like an old memory. It wasnât lost on you how quickly people like her could size you up. You werenât part of this world.
âCome on,â she said to the little girl, her tone softening as she tugged her away. âStay away from people like that.â
The girl hesitated, clutching the feather tightly to her chest, her wide eyes locking onto yours. You gave her a reassuring smile, though it didnât reach your heart.
The bitterness crept in slowly, curling at the edges of your mind like smokeâdark, lingering, and impossible to shake off. It wasnât the first time youâd seen it. That look. The judgment, the fear, the instinct to pull away from someone different. But something about seeing it in that little girlâsomeone so young, so full of wonderâmade it sting more than usual.
Kids didnât start out like that. They werenât born to look at the world through a lens of suspicion and hatred. They didnât come out of the womb fearing people theyâd never met, or fearing the things they couldnât understand. That was something that was taught. Something that was learned, and twisted, and fed to them like poison over time.
It was the system that did that. The walls that divided Piltover from the Undercity, the invisible lines that separated the 'worthy' from the 'unworthy.' Kids werenât born knowing the difference between the twoâthey learned it by watching the way the streets were built, the way the towers reached higher and higher above the polluted depths of Zaun. They saw how people in the Upper City looked down at the world below them, how they turned their noses up, how they judged everyone and everything in it.
They heard their parents talk about 'the undesirables,' the 'unfortunate ones' from below. How they were a threat to everything Piltover stood for, how the poor, the outcasts, the criminalsâthose who lived in the shadowsâwere all 'dangerous' and 'dirty.' It was the kind of talk that seeped into a childâs bones without them even realizing it, until one day, it was as natural as breathing.
That same venom dripped into the veins of the next generation, and before you knew it, it wasnât just the parents. The kids, too, started looking at you with the same disgust. The same fear.
But that wasnât where it ended, was it? No. The system kept feeding into that fear, kept reinforcing the lies. In Piltover, it was about power and wealth, about who owned the shiny things, who had the money to pay for protection. And in Zaun, it was about survival. People didnât get to choose who they became when they grew up. They either adapted, or they were crushed by the weight of the world around them.
It didnât matter if you were born in the Undercity or the Upper Cityâyou had no control over the cards you were dealt. But the kids, they didnât know that yet. They didnât know how the system stacked the deck before they were even born, how it trained them to see the world in black and white, to fear anyone who didnât look like them, who didnât have what they had.
The little girlâs eyes had been full of that. Her innocent excitement, all that wonder, until it was tainted by the shadow of her motherâs words. âDonât talk to strangers.â A simple phrase, but one that held so much more weight when it was uttered with disdain. It was a lesson wrapped in a cruel package:Â âPeople like you and me donât mix with people like her. Stay away. Protect yourself.â
It wasnât her fault. It wasnât the little girlâs fault at all. You couldnât blame the kids for the hate that was woven into them. They didnât choose to be born into it. They didnât have a choice in the matter. It was just how the world worked. The system taught them to fear, to distance themselves, and to ignore the humanity of those who lived beneath them.
And that was why it hurt so much. Youâd seen the same pattern play out over and over, each time making it harder to believe that things could ever change. Because how could they, when the foundations of the world were built on this kind of cruelty?
You let out a slow breath, shaking off the sting of the encounter. It wasnât worth dwelling on. Not today.
The thought barely had time to settle in your mind before a familiar shadow flickered across the ground, and a sharp, high-pitched screech split the air. You blinked, looking up just in time to catch sight of your falcon cutting through the crowd, her wings slicing through the sunlight like blades.
âHey there, sweet pea,â you murmured with a half-smile, but something was off.
Instead of her usual graceful descent toward you, she veered wide, circling above your head in erratic loops. Her usual comforting presence felt distant now, her flight pattern erratic, as though something had startled her. You furrowed your brow, your fingers instinctively twitching at your sides, almost reaching for a weapon, but you held back, watching her every move.
Then you saw it.
Her talons flashed in the sunlight as they dipped lower, catching your eye. In the clutch of her claws dangled something delicateâtoo delicate, too out of place in this bustling crowd. You froze, every muscle in your body tensing.
A single strand of blue hair, eerily familiar, dangled like a silent warning from her sharp talons.
Your stomach churned, the blood draining from your face as a sick realization crawled up your spine.
Something had gone wrong.
As gracefully as you could, you navigated through the throngs of bodies. The air seemed to tighten around you as the crowd closed in, their cheers and chatter blurring into a dull roar at the edges of your consciousness. Every instinct screamed for you to break into a sprint, to push past the mass of bodies clogging the streets, but you forced yourself to move carefully, methodically, with purpose. You couldnât afford to make a scene, not here, not now.
You adjusted the hood over your head, the fraying edge brushing against your cheek as you ducked beneath a banner strung low across the street. A vendor called out nearby, hawking some mechanical marvel, his booming voice cutting sharply through the noise, but you barely registered it. Your focus was locked on weaving through the shifting sea of people, each step measured, your wings pressed tighter against your back beneath the cloak.
The strand of blue hair swung like a pendulum in your mind, its presence as vivid as if it were still dangling before your eyes. Jinxâs hair. There was no mistaking it. The vibrant hue was burned into your memory, a colour that belonged to her and her alone. That single strand carried weightâa message, a warning, maybe even a cry for help.
Your falcon circled above, her sharp screeches drawing a few curious glances from passersby. You clicked your tongue softly, a signal for her to keep her distance. The last thing you needed was her drawing more attention to you.
Ahead, the crowd thickened near a towering automaton display, its gleaming brass limbs performing a mechanical ballet to the delight of onlookers. You gritted your teeth, scanning for a gap, anything to slip through without shoving your way forward. The anonymity Progress Day offered was a double-edged swordâperfect for blending in, but a nightmare when every second counted.
You slipped between two gawking spectators, their laughter grating against your ears as you brushed past. A child darted in front of you, clutching a toy bird that flapped its wooden wings. You sidestepped just in time, your heart racing as you narrowly avoided knocking them over. The mother shot you a wary glance, her hand tightening on the childâs shoulder as she pulled them away from you.
That glance stung more than youâd like to admit, but you didnât have time to dwell on it.
Jinx was somewhere out there, and something was wrong.
Your falcon screeched again, louder this time, and you couldnât help but glance up. She was circling tighter now, her movements frantic, as if urging you to move faster.
âI know, sweet pea,â you muttered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the clamour around you. Your fingers itched to do somethingâspark a current, clear a path, anythingâbut that would only draw eyes to you. You couldnât risk it.
Not until you found her.
You quickened your pace, your movements fluid as you wove through the crowd. The sticky remnants of the pastry clung to your fingers, forgotten, as the urgency in your chest grew heavier with every step. Sorry Bluejay, I owe you one. You kept your head down, your breaths shallow, every nerve on edge as you closed the distance.
Somewhere in the cityâs maze of streets and alleys, she was waiting. And you wouldnât stop until you reached her.
ââThe further you moved from the festivalâs epicenter, the air shifted, growing cooler and quieter. The cacophony of laughter, music, and sales pitches dulled into a distant hum, like a fading memory. You kept your pace brisk but not hurried, eyes scanning every alley and shadow for signs of trouble.
This part of Piltover, on the fringes of the Progress Day celebration, was practically deserted. Banners fluttered lazily overhead, their vibrant colours muted in the dimming light, and the scent of roasted nuts and sweets thinned, replaced by the faint tang of salt from the harbour. The cobblestone streets underfoot felt uneven, and less polished, as if the cityâs shine didnât quite reach this far.
The shipyard loomed ahead, its silhouette jagged and imposing against the horizon. Tall masts and metallic scaffolding stood like sentinels, their shadows stretching long and dark. A faint tension buzzed in the air, something too subtle for most to notice but unmistakable to you.
Then you heard it.
Bang.
The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed across the empty yard, slicing through the quiet. Your heart jolted, and before you could process it, another shot followed, then anotherârapid, erratic, like thunderclaps in a storm. The sound reverberated through the metal structures, amplifying its intensity, though you doubted it carried far enough to reach the festival crowd.
But out here, where the world had gone eerily still, it was deafening.
Your wings twitched beneath your cloak, your instincts screaming for you to take to the skies and close the distance faster, but you resisted. Drawing attention now, even in this desolate stretch, was too risky. Instead, you quickened your pace, your boots hitting the ground harder, each step echoing your growing urgency.
A scream tore through the air, shrill and desperate. The sound froze you mid-step, a cold weight settling in your chest. You knew that voice.
âJay,â you whispered, fear threading through the name.
The screeching caw of your falcon pierced the air as she dove ahead, her wings slicing through the shadows like blades. Her presence was a beacon, guiding you toward the source of the chaos.
You rounded the corner of a massive stack of shipping crates, the metallic tang of gunpowder sharp in your nostrils now. The faint glow of flickering lamplight danced along the hulls of the docked ships, their reflections fractured in the water below.
And then you saw her.
The gunfire didnât stop. It came in bursts, uneven and frantic, each shot like a scream.
Then came the actual scream.
High-pitched and sharp, it tore through the air and lodged itself in your chest. It wasnât just panicâit was her.
Your pace quickened, every instinct propelling you forward. You rounded the corner of a shipping crate and stopped short.
She stood on the deck of a docked cargo ship, her shoulders hunched and trembling. Her gunâthe one she never let out of her sightâwas clenched tightly in her hands, the barrel still smoking.
There was no laughter, no sly grin, no sarcastic quip. Just frantic, shaky breaths and wide, wild eyes darting around like she couldnât tell what was real anymore. Her hair whipped around her in the harbour wind, and her face was streaked with grime, sweat, and tears that carved clean lines through the filth.
Scattered around her were bodies, some crumpled and still, others groaning in pain. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the acrid stench of gunpowder, clinging to your throat like a sickness.
Youâd seen her like this before. Episodes like these werenât newâthey had haunted her for as long as youâd known her. Back then, youâd been younger, just learning what it meant to be her anchor. Youâd sat with her through sleepless nights and shattering breakdowns, trying to soothe chaos you could barely comprehend. It broke your heart every time.
But no matter how many times youâd helped her through it, seeing her like this never got easier.
âBluejay,â you sang softly, your voice careful, your heart pounding so loudly it felt like it might burst from your chest.
The sound of your voice snapped her head around. But instead of recognition, there was fearâraw, primal fearâand anger.
She spun toward you, lifting the massive weapon and pointing it at you in one sharp, fluid motion. The sheer size of it dwarfed her trembling frame, but her grip was iron-tight, her fingers dangerously close to the trigger.
âDonâtâdonât come any closer!â she yelled, her voice cracking like glass. Her wide, unseeing eyes locked onto you, her chest heaving like she couldnât pull in enough air.
âIâll blow ya to itty-fuckin-bitty bits!â she shrieked, her voice teetering between rage and desperation.
Her hands shook so violently that you almost flinched, but you didnât stop moving.
âItâs me, Bluejay,â you said, your voice as calm as you could muster. You kept your hands visible, palms out, as you took a careful step forward. âItâs Y/n.â
Her breathing hitched. Her grip faltered, the barrel of the gun dipping slightly. Her gaze flicked over your face, her lips trembling as if trying to form words.
âBirdie?â she whispered, the nickname falling from her lips like a prayer.
You nodded, your heart squeezing at the small, broken voice she used. âItâs me,â you assured her, stepping closer. âYouâre okay. Youâre safe now.â
Her arms dropped an inch, the gun lowering enough for you to fully see her tear-streaked face. She looked so small, so fragile like a child lost in the middle of a nightmare.
âViââ Her voice cracked, and her knees buckled slightly as she shook her head like she was trying to shake loose the chaos in her mind. âShe wouldnât shut up! Theyâ They wouldnât stop! They said I wasââ Her voice broke entirely, her words tumbling out in a messy, disjointed rush. âI didnât mean toâ I didnât meanââ
Her words splintered apart, her thoughts shattering faster than she could hold them together.
You stepped closer until you were right in front of her, the barrel of the gun nearly brushing your chest. Slowly, carefully, you reached out and rested a hand on the weapon, gently guiding it down.
âBluejay, look at me,â you said firmly, your voice steady but laced with warmth. âYouâre okay. Whatever happened, Iâm here now. Iâll protect you. Just like always.â
Her lip quivered, and for a moment, her wide, tear-filled eyes searched your face. Then the gun clattered to the deck with a metallic thud as she let it slip from her hands.
You didnât hesitate. You closed the gap and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her trembling form against you. She collapsed into you, her knees giving out as she clung to you like a lifeline, her fingers tangling in the fabric of your cloak.
âItâs okay,â you whispered, stroking her hair as her body shook with silent sobs. Your own throat tightened, but your voice stayed steady. âIâve got you. Iâve got you.â
The chaos around you blurred, fading into nothing but white noise. All that mattered was Jinx in your arms, her breath hot and ragged against your shoulder, and the quiet, desperate promise you made to her with every heartbeat.
For now, that was enough.
But the peace shattered as sharp shuffles of boots echoed across the dock. Angry voices followed, low and bitter, cutting through the thick harbour air.
âWhat the hell is wrong with her?!â one of the crew barked, his voice raw and wet with pain, clutching his bloodied side. His fingers dug into torn fabric, crimson dripping between them and staining the dock below. âYou think this is a game?! Sheâs gonna get us all killed!â
âUseless,â another spat, his voice sharp as broken glass. His glare cut through the dim light, landing on Jinx like a predator circling wounded prey. âAlways doing this shit! What good is she ifââ
Jinx stiffened against you, her shallow breaths hitching sharply, each inhale sharp and jagged as shattered glass. Her trembling form grew rigid, her knuckles white as she balled her fists. The air around her felt heavy, charged, her anger flickering to life like a spark in dry timber.
âIâll show you useless!â she snarled, her voice raw and splintering as she lunged toward the crew. Her face twisted into a storm of fury and fear, cheeks flushed, her wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
âJay,â you murmured, your tone cutting through the crackling tension like a blade. Firm, soothing, and edged with unyielding control. Your arms tightened around her, holding her back with an ease that belied the strength it took to still her wild energy. âTheyâll get whatâs coming.â
She struggled, her body writhing against yours like a coiled spring, but you didnât let go. Her breaths came in short, shallow bursts, the sound raw and ragged in your ears. You leaned in, pressing your forehead gently to hers, forcing her gaze to meet yours.
âI've got it covered, Bluejay,â you whispered, your voice soft and steady, cutting through the storm in her chest. âTheyâre not worth your precious wonderful time.â
For a moment, the fire in her eyes flickered, the embers dulled by the weight of your presence. Her lip trembled, and her breath hitched again, less sharp, more uneven. Slowly, you felt the tension in her muscles loosen, though not completely fade.
But the crew, blind to the tempest brewing around them, kept going.
âSheâs a damn liability!â one snarled, their voice dripping venom. âWe donât need her screwing up everyââ
A sharp crack split the air, the wood beneath them splintering as electricity struck like a viper. The faint, acrid smell of scorched wood and ozone burned at your nostrils, mingling with the salt of the harbour breeze. Sparks danced at your fingertips, painting jagged, dancing shadows across the blood-streaked dock.
âYouâre fucking crazy, watch it!â one of them yelled, their voice faltering under the weight of their own fear.
You stepped forward slowly, each step deliberate, the faint buzz of electricity humming around you like a storm building at sea. Your voice dripped venom, sickly sweet and suffocating as honey left too long in the sun.
âDid you forget whoâs been cleaning up after your pathetic mistakes?â you asked, each word curling like smoke around their ears. âWhoâs been saving your asses every time you screw up a job? Oh, wait.â You tilted your head, a mocking smile tugging at your lips. âThatâs right. The âcrazy onesâ."
The crew shrank back, their earlier bravado dissolving under the weight of your words. Their faces twisted with unease, the fear in their eyes glinting like shards of broken glass under the dim, wavering lantern light.
âLet me remind you,â you continued, your voice a sharpened blade, âthat without her getting to everyone first, youâd all be corpses by now. So maybe, just maybe , you should be grateful youâre alive to complain.â
One of them opened their mouth, a flicker of defiance flashing across their face, but you raised your hand again. Sparks leaped to life, sharp and bright in the darkness, casting flickering shadows that danced across their faces like wraiths.
âNot another word,â you cooed, your voice soft and poisonous. âUnless youâd like me to show you what it feels like to be really worthless.â
The crackling air hummed with unspoken tension as silence descended, broken only by the faint, uneven rhythm of Jinxâs breathing behind you. Her trembling form leaned into your back, her fingers clutching the fabric of your cloak like it was the only thing tethering her to the world.
Before the tension could snap further, the distant shouting of enforcers broke through the air. Their sharp, barked orders rang out like cracks of a whip, growing louder with every second. Beams of harsh, unforgiving searchlights swept across the docks, their light cutting through the murky night and scattering shadows in their wake.
You turned sharply, your gaze narrowing like the edge of a dagger. âWeâre leaving,â you said coldly, the finality in your tone slicing through the rising panic like steel.
To the crew, you added, your voice dripping with the sweetest of venom, âTry not to get caught. Because if you doâŚâ Your smile sharpened into something deadly. ââŚIâll kill you myself.â
Without another glance, you turned back to Jinx, gathering her into your arms. Her head rested against your chest, her uneven breaths brushing warm against your skin. Her small frame trembled like a fragile bird caught in a storm.
The growing shouts of the enforcers spurred you into motion. You broke into a sprint, your boots pounding against the dock, each step echoing like a gunshot before you leaped into the air. Your wings unfurled with a sharp, commanding snap, catching the cold harbour wind and propelling you upward.
The air bit at your skin, the sharp tang of salt and smoke mingling in your lungs. The faint, distorted echo of festival music drifted on the breeze, growing fainter as you ascended. Below, the shouts and clatter of enforcers dulled with each beat of your wings, swallowed by the dark sprawl of the city.
âHold on, Bluejay,â you murmured, your voice softer now, stripped of its earlier bite.
Jinx clung to you weakly, her trembling fingers gripping the fabric of your cloak as if it were her last anchor. Her breath was hot and uneven against your neck, her body curled into yours with a fragile, childlike vulnerability.
You tightened your hold, soaring higher into the night. The glittering festival lights faded into specks below, swallowed by the jagged edges of the cityâs darkness.
For now, the only thing that mattered was getting her somewhere safe.
The noise was impossible to miss.
The air inside The Last Drop was thick, heavy with the pungent mix of sweat, alcohol, and something sharperâthe metallic bite of shimmer, sharp enough to catch in your throat. The crowd pulsed with frenetic energy, a relentless hum of voices blending together, their laughter too loud, their words too fast, a chaotic blur that rang through the dimly lit space. The floor trembled beneath the thrum of bass from the jukebox, deep and vibrating, a constant undercurrent to the clinking of glasses, the slurred conversations, and the heatâan oppressive, wet heat that soaked into your skin, a heat that clung to your hair and stuck to the back of your neck.
You didnât mind it. You were used to this. The noise, the crowd, the chaosâit had always been a part of your world. Youâd learned to carve out little spaces of quiet, little bubbles where you could retreat from the noise, even in the most crowded rooms. Your fingers tapped idly on the edge of your glass, the sound of the condensation trickling down the sides almost lost in the ruckus. The glass was half-empty, a dull reflection of the mood that buzzed through youâtoo much, too fast, and yet never enough. You let the noise wash over you, the calls, the laughs, the heat of their presence pressing against you like an extra layer of skin.
Your smile was small, but it felt wrong, like an echo of something that used to mean something to you, but no longer did. It didnât feel like it fit the moment, but you kept it there, polished and practiced, the same smile youâd perfected over years of playing a part.
You were the one they all watchedâbeautiful, yes, but it wasnât just that. It was the way they felt the pull of you, the way your power hummed beneath your skin, crackling like electricity just waiting to surge. Like bees drawn to honey, the crew and patrons swarmed around you, though most were too oblivious to realize it. They didnât see that they were all just following orders, buzzing mindlessly through their routines, desperate to get closer to you. To take a little bit of what you had, to touch what they couldnât reach.
As a child, the looks started off smallâglances that lingered a little too long, just enough to leave a prickling sensation along your spine. And then there were the othersâthe more blatant stares, the open admiration that felt less like appreciation and more like an invitation to possess . They didnât know it, but they werenât seeing you . They were seeing something they wantedâa piece of the power that made your very presence dangerous.
You shifted in your seat, your hand brushing against the cool surface of the bar, and let your eyes sweep over the room again. A manâa strangerâwas inching closer, slipping into the seat next to yours with that practiced, insincere confidence you had seen too many times before. His eyes didnât meet yours; they moved over you like you were something to be catalogued, a thing to be desired, a game to be won.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, his voice far too smooth, too rehearsed. It wasnât about the drink, not really. You knew that. You could hear it in the way his words came out, smooth but heavy with intent, the faintest trace of desperation hanging just below the surface. He was trying to draw you in, to make it seem like he was offering you something when, in truth, he was just hoping for something in return.
You didnât answer right away. Instead, you let the silence settle between you, and when you finally turned your head, your smile never wavered. It was perfectâpolite, cool, a mask you had worn for so long it almost felt natural now. But underneath it, you let the smallest hint of disdain curl in your eyes as you reached for the drink. Your fingers brushed the glass slowly, deliberately, holding his gaze as you did.
âOn the house, huh?â you asked softly, the words drawing out, almost teasing. You took a sip, letting the cold liquid slide over your tongue, the ice cubes clinking softly in the glass. "Thatâs sweet of you."
The manâs smile faltered for just a momentâonly for a split second, but you noticed. You always noticed. His hand lingered on the bar, just a fraction of a second too long, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, how he wanted to take more than just your attention. He wanted to claim you. But you were too sharp to let that happen.
You leaned in just slightly, your voice low, softâbut sharp enough to cut through the murmur of the room. âBut Iâm not interested.â
The man stiffened, his grin faltering entirely. For a second, there was an almost imperceptible shift in his expression, something between frustration and confusion. But he didnât give up. They never did. Theyâd try again, maybe with different words, maybe with different promises. But the game would always be the same.
âYou donât know what youâre missing,â he muttered, and there it wasâthe line, the one they always crossed. âA couple of âŚÂ things came to mind when I saw those wings of yours.â They thought they had you figured out, that you were just another pretty face, just another prize to claim. But they never realized the truthâthey never saw the real you, just a reflection of their ideals.
Your eyes darkened as you leaned back in your seat, the glass in your hand tight enough to make your fingers ache. The words you spoke were soft, but they carried weight.
âMaybe I do,â you said. âMaybe youâre not as interesting as you think.â
The manâs face reddened, his words swallowed up by the thrumming noise around you. He muttered something unintelligible before standing and backing away, vanishing back into the crowd.
You let out a slow breath, the tension easing from your shoulders as you turned your gaze back to your drink. The amber liquid wobbled gently, catching the dim light in fractured reflections, but it didnât hold your attention for long. It never did. The weight in your chest was harder to shake, a hollow ache that no amount of noise or drink could fill.
The game always ended the same way, with you sitting here, staring at the untouched drink like it held answers youâd never find. You didnât know why it left you feeling like thisâlike a puppet with its strings cut, empty and slack after the show was over. The glass was cool beneath your fingertips, but your skin felt too warm, prickling with the phantom press of their stares.
What do they really want from me?
The thought slipped through your mind, bitter and sharp like the burn of strong liquor. It wasnât the first time, and it wouldnât be the last. Youâd been asking yourself that question for as long as you could remember.
You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the hum of the room fade into the background. Flashes of faces blurred behind your eyelids, half-formed memories of people reaching for you, their hands outstretched, their smiles too wide, too eager. Theyâd always wanted somethingâa piece of you, a piece of your power.
But love? That was different. Love was supposed to be soft, wasnât it? Gentle. It wasnât supposed to come with strings attached or sharp edges hidden behind kind words. Youâd seen it before, a long time ago, in a life so far removed it felt like it belonged to someone else.
You tried to picture their facesâthe ones youâd called family. You tried to remember the way their hands felt, the warmth in their eyes, the way they laughed. But all you saw were smudges, shapes that shifted and blurred, fading like smoke on a breeze. The details were gone, slipping through your grasp every time you reached for them, leaving only the faintest impression of what once was.
Your fingers tightened around the glass.
You thought of love as something distant now, like a language youâd once spoken fluently but had long since forgotten. The meaning was there, buried somewhere deep, but the words never came out right. All that remained was the idea of itâbright and fleeting, like the glow of fireflies youâd chased in the forests of Ixtal as a child.
A faint, sharp laugh rang out nearby, pulling you back into the present. Your eyes opened, and the bar came rushing backâthe noise, the heat, the press of bodies. It was all too much, and yet it felt like nothing at all.
Love wasnât real here, not in places like this. Not in the way it shouldâve been.
And yet.
And yet, there was one face that cut through the haze. One voice that could pull you back when everything else felt like too much.
âHey, stranger,â a familiar voice called from across the room, light and sing-song, the words laced with just enough chaos to make the air buzz.
Her.
You turned your head toward her, and there she was, weaving her way through the crowd, her braids bouncing with every step, her grin wide enough to split the world in two.
Your chest tightened. You didnât know if it was the kind of feeling youâd been searching for or just another sharp edge to swallow, but when she was near, the hollow ache didnât seem quite as deep. For a little while, at least, you could forget the faces you couldnât remember and the love youâd forgotten how to understand.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
a/n: hi lovelies thank you so much for your patience <33 updates are gonna be a bit slower this time around since school and work sorry <3
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Purple Chemistry - J. Hughes
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summary: Between her and Jack is strong chemistry until he found out that his new friend in Rangers die-hard fan. Jack don't know what to do. How their relationship will look like after her secret is out?
timeline: September 2023 - May 2024
warnings: NSFW content, enemies to lovers, mixed feelings, chirping, love-hate dynamic
song: Colors - Halsey
Before you start reading chapters...
Moments before tragedy
Chapters
I Premiere wins
II Two points match
III Relief on New Year's Eve
IV No shutout
V Wasted third period
VI Conclusion after season
Asks, blurbs & thoughts
pending...
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Sevika and reader being grumbly whiskey aunts together!!!
They just want to sit on their porch together. <3
this is EVERYTHING to me
men and minors dni
you spend your evenings on your screened-in front porch, passing a smoke back and forth, one of you occasionally getting up to grab fresh drinks and snacks from the house.
you're both total grumps, but the kids (vander and silco's ofc) know that if they're ever in trouble, the first house to call is their aunts'.
lmaoooo now i'm imagining jinx calling you for a ride home from a party she shouldn't be at-- and you and sevika showing up to pick her up-- grinding and making out in front of all her friends just so she learns her lesson adkfj;laskjd
over the years, you've hosted the kids in your house for all kinds of reasons. claggor spent a month living with you guys when the three little kids were bogged down with a flu they kept passing around. in a rebellion against his dads' video games ban on him after they caught him smoking weed at fourteen, mylo and his xbox moved in with the two of you. jinx and vi come over for 'girl nights' all the time when they're growing up, and when violet gets laid off from her first job, she crashes with the two of you until she can get back on her feet.
they're the only kids you tolerate though. neighborhood kids are terrified of you and sevika-- both of you are total grumps, and little slayer and sugar are the exact same.
(but you make up for your bad reputation in the neighborhood on halloween-- you're always the house that gives out full sized candy bars.)
your elderly neighbors though? they love you and sevika.
they appreciate that you're just as grumpy as them. they always wave to you from their porches, where they sit every evening along with you guys. they like that you don't give a shit about the home owners association, and that sevika sometimes even does shit just to piss them off. (she painted your fence hot pink after being told by the HOA that the natural wood needed to be painted white. she earned the hearts of all your grumpy old neighbors with that move.)
as a result, you're always being given plates of cookies and pans of casseroles by the old ladies in the neighborhood, the old men are always coming over to share a smoke with sevika and exchange books, gardening tips, and garage tools. (you and sevika repay their hospitality by shoveling their sidewalks and raking their leaves for them in the shitty weather.)
you're constantly being told by old folks that you're 'the nicest lesbians we've ever met.'
sevika always laughs at this, then asks how many lesbians they have met. the answer is always just the two of you.
(one time, though, a little old lady informs you that her granddaughter is a lesbian 'just like you two,' and that she was so happy when she came out to her because 'you'll be just like my lovely neighbors!' this one makes you cry... and even sevika tears up a bit.)
in the summer, you've got a big fan you can flick on to keep you cool on your porch.
in the winter, you've got a little space heater you can pull closer to your matching rocking chairs.
after a few years, sevika even builds you an outside bed, so that after an evening of drinking whiskey and sharing a joint you can cuddle in each other's arms outside and listen to the crickets and frogs chirping before heading in for the evening.
your porch is your favorite little spot in the whole wide world. sevika's planted a jungle of plants surrounding it, and it's like your little oasis from the real world. you've got christmas lights strung around the ceiling that stay up all year long, lighting the porch when the sun finally sets. you've got dog and cat beds scattered everywhere so your animals can join you. there's ash trays, pipes, books, and bottles littered everywhere, and there's always at least a dozen potted plants scattered around inside your little sanctuary.
it's heaven.
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DAY VI. â WORSHIP
cw: Fluff, Body Worship, Worship, Romantic Dirty Talk, Fondling, Dark Shadow Being a Sly and Teasing Little Brother (tm), Aged-Up / Pro-Hero Time Skip, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!
author's note: Dark Shadow is so funny to me and I don't think he's given too many chances to have his full potential. Anyhow! Tokoyami is so romantic, we love him.
word count: Approximately 1.4k words.
A soft gasp fills Fumikageâs head.Â
Red eyes immediately dart up, sharp and piercing. Your head rolls a little against the pillow before another little breathy sound spills from your lips. Fingertips twitch a little before their pads begin a soothing trek south, further and further, and Fumikage watches intently as your back starts to arch, desperate to lean into his touch. The length of his fingers bend forward, and the balls of his hand follow until heâs pressing his palm flat against your belly. He slides it side to side only slightly, lingering before it falls to one side and slowly settles against your hip.Â
âIs this too much?âÂ
Youâre shaking your head before Fumikage can even finish his question. He blinks, tilting his head to the side. Your hand stretches forward, cupping his face. Now itâs his turn to lean into your touch, and your thumb began rubbing crescent moons into his lores.Â
âHell no. Donât stopâI want it.âÂ
Thereâs a strange shudder that flares out from Fumikageâs heart before it ripples down his body, but all he does is dip his head a little and oblige you. He tries not to tense, but his nerves make him hold his breath whenever he begins caressing your belly again. Even though youâve done this for what feels like a billion times, you always somehow manage to blow Fumikage away, dusting into a rifting fade that swallows him and blinds him with your pretty light.Â
âIf I could, I would never stop. Your beauty always enchants me.âÂ
Fumikage continues to fall into your touch, finding the gentle swish of your thumb so comforting and tender, and he tries to copy your magic but he finds that he canât quite compare. You softly chuckle, and a fire crackles and ignites, blossoming all across Fumikageâs cheeks as a molten warmth. His eyes are wide now, which makes another little bubble slip out, and suddenly thereâs a strange pull at the center of his chest before another voice speaks.Â
âYouâve gotta be careful making sounds like that, Fumikage gets a little nervous when you do~âÂ
Dark Shadowâs scratchy chords making Fumikage wince a little. His eyes narrow before they cut to the side, a low rumble already prepped in the back of his throat to dismiss Dark Shadow, but you just giggle and coo.Â
âI know, I know. I just think itâs so cute whenever he talks like sugar to me.âÂ
Fumikage nearly falls into himself again, stricken with an angst that isnât quite whole. He bashfully looks away whenever Dark Shadow chirps, swooping forward with a gust of wind before he rests rounded elbows against your pillow and nuzzles into the side of your head.Â
âI mean youâre so pretty, no wonder!! Come on, say it, Fumikage!!âÂ
âDark ShadowâIâŚâÂ
The words fizzle out like a dying flame, quenched in a heavy and acidic rain whenever he meets your lovely gaze. Those galaxies blazing on your face make Fumikageâs head spin, so he instead clears his throat and hums. He closes his eyes, slowly lowering his head and turning slightly until his cheek rests against the underside of your belly, heavy air filling his lungs before he sighs deeply.Â
âMy Dark Queen, itâs the truth. Every time I look at you, I fall deeper in love. Your eyes captivate me in ways I never thought possible.âÂ
The hand against your hip finds rigor anew, and it begins to trace nonsensical patterns up your side and down your thigh, gentle and careful, and Fumikage squeezes his eyes tighter to listen to every little shift in your breathing. He loses himself in it, finding it nearly impossible to think with each hitch of your breath. With the way you gasp whenever he brushes against one of your sweet, sensitive spots, or the way you suck in a whimper whenever he moves away from those spots. You respond to his touches so positively, so wholeheartedly, and Fumikage feels his heart swell with pride, and a dedicated smile crosses his beak.Â
âEverything about you is admirable. I strive to be like you, to hold up to your flame.âÂ
âHe just thinks youâre really, like, super amazing. He has so many things he wants to say to you at all times~âÂ
Fumikage pauses at Dark Shadowâs whispers, especially whenever you giggle and respond in a hush,Â
âShush, heâs so romantic, let me listen to him!!âÂ
Your words encourage him. His head is back into the sky, but his brain is in space. Fumikage feels so full and airy whenever heâs able to stare down at your nude body, at the way the moonlight reflects off of your body, the shading, the pores, the glimmer of flesh, it all twinkles live a crystal and his own breath falters. Swallowing is hard, but he chews down childish words that he just wants to gush into your mouth, through delicate and passionate kisses that intertwine your voices. Fumikage shifts a little before heâs fully rested between your legs, relaxed against his knees and partially against his haunches.Â
âI want to devote myself to you, truly, and all I can ever hope for is that I satisfy you.âÂ
Both of his hands are on your body now, trailing down until they find the center of your thighs. They rest on top before his hands tremble and he dips them in between. You part for him so easily, and Fumikageâs body freezes whenever he sees the smoldering emotion in your eyes and the ginger look melting against your features. Dark Shadow tilts his head far enough to stare at him, too, those glowing suns thawing him and spurring him to continue. Youâre intoxicating, but Fumikage fights through his shivering fingers and inches towards your sex. One of his index fingers cautiously arches and presses against the meat of your lips, and you croon his name out with those smoky and suffocating blues.Â
âEvery sound you make fills me with more and more desire. I want you to sing for me, I want to hear everything you have to offer me.âÂ
Another moan follows after his name, your body wriggling and shifting to draw Fumikage closer. He lets you, and his knuckles strum down your sex, teasingly wavering his fingers until those blues change their tempo into precious kitten mewls.Â
âYouâre breathtaking. I need to make love to you. Can you comprehend what you put me through, you temptress?âÂ
Something akin to a giggle intermingles with another moan, and your hands are darting forward and linking against Fumikageâs wrists. Dark Shadow quickly buries his face into the crook of your neck, and your head easily crests against his. Youâre all giggly, flushed out of excitement and boiling Fumikage aliveâinside and out, from his core all the way to the smiles of his nails. Every part of him grows more and more alive, an insatiable monster that wants to hear the prayers of his name on your tongue and the feeling of your blood and flesh on his hands.Â
âOhhh, Fumikage. Youâre driving me insane. I need you, too, my perfect darling.âÂ
A jolt tickles against the base of Fumikageâs spine, so he straightens and stares down at you, eyes wider than the sky, red depths that have no end, and he gulps. He gets a little shifty, but his body moves on autopilot while heâs lost in the oceans of your visage. Thumbs swerve forth, tips melded together before they both begin to feather your slit. The words burst out before he could capture them.Â
âHow could I ever live without you in my life?âÂ
Fumikage gasps softly, so quietly that it was soundless, but it was deafening in his head. The thought to stitch his beak together for the rest of eternity crosses his mind, but your expression just softens into honey and velvet, and you squeeze his wrists.Â
âIâm always dreaming about you, Fumikage. I donât know how I ever survived before you either.âÂ
His heart is beating a billion miles per second, electricity shooting through his stomach and down his groin. A groan reverberates in him, loud and echoing, and Fumikage jerks and imploringly fall into your hands, clay and blood. And then heâs rubbing your sex again, harder, and he groans again.Â
âAnything, Iâll do anything. Let me offer myself bare, let me fulfill your dreams.â
Your moan is his oxygen, and you whimper his name before your hands leave his wrists and a husky sound flutters in your throat,Â
âYes, yes, Gods, yes, please.âÂ
And Fumikage crumbles completely into you.Â
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