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shouyuus · 4 days ago

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Hiii, I’m the person screaming crying throwing up every time you post, love ur stuff!

Anyway… I’m thinking mechanic!vi prolonging the time it takes her to fix your car just cause she wants you coming around the shop more and then when she does eventually fix it she kinda worries you’re not gonna stay over at hers as often but u decide to ask her if u can move in or smth like this?!?

Idek tbh my brain is so fried from over consuming Vi content

all you have to do is stay

mentions of sex, but no explicit scenes, car mechanic!vi au oh she absolutely would; there's actually so much stupid domestic bliss in this wow

and sure, the hookup was good in the beginning, but she liked it when you came around, liked it when you'd show up at her shop, all shy and wide-eyed, asking her if you could watch, and who's she to turn down such a pretty girl, right? and honestly, she thought it was kinda cute, how you'd try your best to ask her about this or that, and she'd find herself rambling about her favorite kinds of pinon brackets, or talking you through a chassis restoration for another vintage car that was brought in.

it shouldn't take a whole-ass month to rig a crossflow radiator, especially since the rest of your car's actually in pretty good condition, but she keeps on picking out other things to do, insisting that she's already here anyway, sliding out from under the car with a crooked grin, asking you to pass her another cold beer.

but there's only so many things she can make up before it's obvious, even to you that there's not much else to do. so when the day comes, she's quieter than usual, tallying up the extensive list of repairs that she's both done and made up for herself to do (you'd insisted that you at least pay for the major ones, and if the smaller ones came with a dinner-date and dessert in bed afterwards... well.)

"and... i think that's all of it, sweets."

she hands you the receipt, immediately tucking her hands into the pockets of her light-wash jeans. her shoulders shrug up as you look down the list. it's way less than that she should be charging you for, but you peer up at her, frowning at the pinch between her brows and the tension clear in her muscles.

"vi? what's... wrong?"

"ah -- it's nothin' sweets, don't worry your pretty little head over it."

she teeters forwards and back, as if she can't decide if she wants to move closer or back away. but you're already reaching for her, closing the distance between you with your head cocked, your eyes bright and questioning. and she could never resist it when you looked at her like that, so toe-curlingly trusting. as if there wasn't a thing in the world she could do or say to drive you away or upset you.

sometimes, she'd lay awake and wonder if you knew how dangerous that kind of trust is -- how someone less scrupulous would take it and twist it into something foul. but she'd never let that happen -- at least not while you wanted her around.

"violet... we might not have known each other for very long but... you're not a very good liar," you say, reaching up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her eyes back to yours. she laughs -- it's a tiny, helpless sound; it shakes her open in a way that startles even her, the way her whole body wants to fold over you, into you.

"geez, sweets... that's... that's not really fair of you."

she lifts her hand to press them over yours, hands over hands, petaled around her cheeks, and it occurs to her that perhaps this is what it means to live up to her namesake -- violet. you'd said it was a beautiful name the first the she told you what vi stood for.

"you're not really fair either, vi... but that's never stopped you, has it?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips twisted up on a fox-hole smile.

vi sucks in a breath. something feels like it's clawing up the length of her ribcage and burrowing through the hollows in her chest till she can taste it pitter-pattering at the back of her throat. it takes her a full three seconds to realize that it's her own traitorous heart, beating so strong she can taste it on her tongue.

"fuck."

and then she's kissing you, pulling you to her, fingers harsh and desperate, her touch lingering like month-old grease-stains the way they dig into your delicate skin. you gasp open for her, against her -- you let her tug you into her till there isn't a part of you she can't reach if she wanted to.

the kiss breaks like a dam bursting open, and a few seconds later, she's got you hoisted up on her workbench, wrenches and old receipts scattering to the floor as she slots herself easily between your legs. it's a familiar place to be, after all -- after all this time.

you hiss, fingers fisting in her hair; it's longer now, than when you first met. and she'd be lying if she said her letting it grow had nothing to do with your offhand comment once (over yet another impossible banana sundae) that you liked it long.

"vi -- vi -- please -- you --"

"hm? what is it, pretty girl?"

"you c-can't just try to distract me w-with sex every time --"

and she can't help the grin that hitches over her lips at the way your chest is heaving, your eyes blown dark, the way your thighs shake on either side of her hips. but she can see the flicker of worry in your eyes and her stomach twists with uncertainty.

"i -- i don't --" she tries, but a breath puffs out of her and she sags against you, "it's... just... now that the repairs are done... there's not really much reason for you to come around... and..."

at her words, you heave a sigh that seems much too big and weary for your body, pulling back to fix her with a surprisingly sharp look.

"you really thought i was coming around here to listen to you talk about my car repairs?"

vi does her level best not to pout; hearing you say it out loud, it does sound... a bit childish. instead, she leans forward and digs her nose into your neck, wrapping both arms around you till she's got you cocooned in her chest.

"what? you weren't interested in the new pressure washer i got just so i could get that really stubborn stain off your back bumper?"

you trail your fingers through her hair, letting your nails graze along her scalp. a shiver washes down the length of her back and you giggle close to her ear.

"sure i did... but you could talk about... dunno... your favorite dish rag, and i think i'd still wanna listen -- because i like listening to you talk about the stuff you like... because..." and its your turn to hesitate, her turn to pull back and fix you with a look -- one that's equal parts pleading and disbelieving.

"because what, pretty girl?" she asks, her voice low and husky, a thumb running across the round of your cheek.

"b-because i -- i like you, vi."

your eyes flicker away and color seeps into your cheeks like dye across clear water -- the shade blooming into you till vi's sure there's no color so beautiful as the one that you are now.

"mm... well, thank god for that cause..." she leans in to press her forehead to yours, "i was starting to wonder, what with all the multiple orgasms and midnight munch sessions and --" she laughs as you squawk indignantly at her, your eyes flashing wild and wide.

"t-that's not what i -- you know that's not --"

"oh? so you don't like those?" she asks, the tease now so obvious in her voice that you flush several shades darker. vi thinks she may have to amend her previous decision on her favorite shade of you. and you're outdoing yourself today.

she lets her free hand wander to the bend of your hips and she gives you a squeeze.

"i --" you steady yourself in the solidness of her, reaching down to lace your hands with hers, "of course i -- i like those things too but i -- i like that you're the one doing them to me and --" you swallow; vi tries not to be to distracted by the hummingbird flutter of your pulse as you struggle to find the words, even though both of you know full well by now exactly what you're trying to say --

sometimes, just sometimes, words speak just as loud as words need to. and the actions are just there to back them up.

sometimes, there are certain things that people just want to -- or need to -- hear said out loud.

"i -- i wanna come over even when there's nothing for you to fix... i..." you steady your breathing and vi nearly drowns in the certainty that settles between the pair of you, an ocean full of of unsaid words (the ones that don't need to be said to be understood), drifting like sunlight over shifting waves -- their brightness made no less real by their shimmering reflections in the water, "i guess i just... wanna be wherever you are. like... all the time."

vi's eyebrows hitch; her breath follows shortly after.

"all the time?"

you bite down on your lips, "yeah but... i know it's only been like... a month or whatever --"

"no, no god -- sweets, i -- i want that too -- more than anything -- it's just --" she motions at the shop, and you nod, catching her hand in yours mid-air.

"it doesn't have to be right now," you say, smiling and giving both her hands a firm squeeze.

"yeah?" she asks, a rare quiver to the shape of her voice.

you nod, "yeah." and your voice is just as solid as she needs it to be. you lean in to kiss her, and she sighs open against you, as you've done so many times for her.

"we'll -- we'll make it work," you say, in between harsh, nipping kisses, even as vi groans and trails her mouth along the line of your jaw. you gasp, letting your head tip back, "w-we'll t-take it s-s-slow -- mmngh -- vi!"

vi hums as she sucks a dark hickey into the side of your neck, feeling savage wanting plume open in her chest. she looks back up at you with darkening eyes and a hunter's smile.

"dunno if i know how to take it slow, sweets --"

"w-what about all those t-times you told me t-to wait --" you keen high in the back of your throat as she drops to pillow her cheek to your thigh, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to dig her nose into the damp triangle of your panties.

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes as she glances back up at you with a playful smirk.

"oh fuck you."

you lick your lips, reaching down to sink your fingers into her hair again, pulling just hard enough for the an ache to gather in her belly.

"thought that's what you were trying to do."

vi stands up, pulling you bodily forward till your ankles are linked at the small of her back, her palms holding up the plush of your ass as she walks the pair of you back into the house and up the thin flight of stairs to her room.

it's a good few hours before either of you are coherent enough to talk about any of this again, but by the time you are, the twilight is budding along the far horizon, and vander's texting to ask vi if he should pick anything up on the way back from the bar for dinner.

"you wanna stay for dinner?" vi asks, twisting to glance at you in bed, her face illuminated by the digital blue of her phone.

your pillow your cheek on your hand, "yeah, i'd love to."

"cool, what do you want?" she asks, her eyes turning back to her phone.

you lick your lips, "how about... you ask vander to pick up some tomatoes? i can make one of my grandma's old soup recipes. you have potatoes and cabbage right? and... i think i saw some pork bones in the freezer the last time i was here."

you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, ticking through a mental list of ingredients.

you only turn to shoot vi a glance when you realize that you can no longer hear the rapid pik-pik-pik of her fingers on her phone.

she's staring at you with what could only be called wonder in the halfway dark.

"you... remember what's in our fridge?"

"well i -- there's not much in there --" you say, almost indignantly.

she laughs, shaking her head, "no, it's just -- i didn't think you'd ever notice something like that, i mean, pardon me for thinking that you've never set foot in a kitchen in your entire life, what with you being daddy's little princess and all," she goads, nudging you with an elbow even as you squirm away from her, pouting.

"i'll have you know that i'm actually a really good cook, okay?" you tell her, "when -- when i was little, and my grandma lived with us, i'd help her in the kitchen all the time. and... after she got too old to make stuff... i was the one who cooked for her, because she said it tasted like stuff she'd eat in her childhood so..."

vi shuffles closer to you under the blankets, nuzzling her nose into your cheek.

"and just when i thought you couldn't get more perfect," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you giggle, allowing yourself to be tugged back into her chest.

"i told vander to pick up tomatoes... and to invite silco and everyone else he can round up over for dinner."

you squeak, shooting up, "what?!"

vi grins, pushing up with a soft yawn, "you can't just tell me that you've got grandma-level cooking skills and not expect me to invite my whole entire family, right?"

you tumble out of bed, nearly tripping over your panties, still caught around your ankles. you pull them up, scrambling for one of vi's big shirts to toss over your body as she watches you from the bed with an indulgent smile before swinging her legs off and standing up to pull you back into her chest.

"calm down, sweets -- i'll help you, kay? now, tell me what you need."

you nod, pulling on a pair of her jogging shorts and twisting your hair into a haphazard bun out of your face as you start listing off ingredients, hopping the last two steps onto the first floor landing and fluttering into the kitchen.

by the time vi rounds the doorway, it's to find you with vander's massive apron already tied around your waist, an several pots and pans stacked on the countertop.

"i need three onions, and a head of garlic and... a few bay leaves, if you have them. it's okay if you don't --"

vi fights back a grin (it's a losing battle, she thinks, but it's one that she's considering losing for the rest of her goddamn life if it meant doing this every day with you).

"sure, sweets -- whatever you need."

you nod, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you set to work peeling the potatoes. a few second later, vi pops up from the fridge, frowning.

"looks like we've only got one onion, but i found some shallots... not sure how good they are though... they were kinda shoved into the back." she holds up the bag with a grimace.

you blink at her, and for a moment, vi thinks that you're going to be angry, or at least a bit frustrated. but then, your face breaks into a sweet, helpless sort of smile, and you reach out to take the shallots from her.

"it's okay," you say, in a voice that sounds just a little too much like coming home, and vi has to swallow passed the peach-pit suddenly caught in her throat.

your fingers brush against hers as you point her towards the half-peeled potatoes, and she gets to work without you even having to ask.

you lean up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to her cheek, your eyes bright as fallen stars when she turns to look at you.

"it's okay," you repeat, smiling up at her with that smile that just might rhyme with forever, "we'll make it work, okay?"

vi licks her lips; there's an entire ocean of saltwater words caught behind the tombstones of her teeth that she does not know how to say. but she thinks, as she looks at you and you turn back to fussing over the one onion and handful of shallots, that you probably know it all anyway.

"okay," she says, before turning back to the diligent work of peeling the potatoes.

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sunsburns · 8 days ago

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30 for 30 (ii.) — vi (league of legends) !

⟢ synopsis. you swear you would be in peace if it wasn’t for her. but this kept you on your toes, you guessed. just the way you liked it. besides, everyone knew that falling in love with your best friend’s older sister only led to trouble.

⟢ contains. afab!reader, arcane!vi, feminine characteristics, angst, lesbians, lots and lots of longing, the reader is lowkey insane i cannot lie, vi is kinda toxic but we love her anyway, modern!au, nsfw, fingering, oral, really bad ending sorry, SMUT 18+.

⟢ word count. 11k+

⟢ part one: 30 for 30 (i.)

⟢ authors note. i have been working on this for the last 6 weeks and i have lived so many lives through this fic. christmas passed, then new years, and then my abuelo died a few days ago. no one talk to me for a while, please.

You’d grown so used to ignoring that festering ache in your chest that when your phone rang late one night, her name on the screen, it caught you off guard. Her voice was slurred, rough and frayed around the edges. Drunk. She asked if you could pick her up from some bar you didn’t know, mumbling something about not wanting her family to see her like this.

The drive to the bar had felt surreal, a heavy quiet filling the car as you tried not to overthink why she’d called you . And now, as she sat slumped in the passenger seat of your dad’s old car, it felt no less strange. The dim glow of the streetlights flickered across her face, catching on her freckles and the faint blush on her cheeks. Her head lolled against the window, her hair sticking out in places, the faint scent of alcohol clinging to her like an unwelcome shadow.

Vander and Silco used to tell you that you were family, but as you stole glances at her from the corner of your eye, it struck you how distant she felt. There was a chasm between you—one you weren’t sure either of you could cross. The thought lingered in your chest like a weight, growing heavier as the silence stretched on.

When you pulled into the driveway, she was half-asleep, a faint flush stained her freckled cheeks. Her arm was heavy as you draped it over your shoulder, her weight pressing into you as she stumbled out of the car. She muttered something incoherent, her breath warm against your neck.

“Just a little farther,” you murmured, your voice steady, though your pulse was anything but.

Inside your room, the mess was almost comforting—a reminder of who you were before moments like these blurred the lines. You eased her down onto the bed, her arm slipping from your shoulders as she collapsed with a muffled groan, burying her face in the pillow.

“Vi,” you said softly, crouching to tug off her boots. “You’ll feel better if—”

“Stop fussing,” she muttered, her voice slurred but tinged with familiar defiance. “Mmm.... Not a kid.”

You couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Her lips curved into a crooked smirk, one eye cracking open just long enough to meet yours. But it wasn’t her usual sharp, teasing look. It was softer, tired. Vulnerable in a way that made you hold your breath.

You finished pulling off her boots, setting them aside, and you draped a blanket over her. For a moment, you lingered, your eyes tracing the curve of her jaw, the way her features softened in sleep. Your fingers twitched at your sides. You wanted to reach out, to brush your fingers against hers, to ease the weight she carried even for a second—but you didn’t.

The door felt heavier than it should have as you turned to leave.

“Hey.”

Her voice stopped you mid-step, quiet but insistent. You turned to find her half-awake, her gaze unfocused yet pinned on you.

“Yeah?” you asked, your throat dry.

“Thanks,” she murmured, your name slipping from her lips like an afterthought, though it struck you like a blow.

You nodded, swallowing hard, and left before your resolve could falter.

Your fingers twitched at your sides. You wanted to touch her—just her hand, her shoulder, anything to ground yourself in this moment—but you knew better. So, you turned to leave, the sound of her voice stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey.”

You turned, your pulse quickening. She was still half-asleep, her gaze unfocused as she stared in your direction.

“Yeah?” you asked softly.

“Thanks,” she muttered, your name slipping from her lips in a way that made your chest ache.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat, and reached for the door.

But later, when you came back to check on her, you found her sitting on the floor by the bed. Her back pressed against the frame, her knees drawn up, and her hands clutched a photo from your desk. Her knuckles were pale where they gripped the frame. Her thumb traced over Claggor’s face, back when he was just a chubby kid with a grin too big for his face.

“Vi?” you called gently, stepping closer.

She didn’t look up. Her voice was low. “I’m such a fuck-up.”

The words hit harder than you expected, knocking the air from your lungs. You sank to the floor beside her, your shoulder brushing against hers.

“You’re not a fuck-up,” you said quietly.

She scoffed, her gaze fixed on the photo.

You hesitated, then offered a small, almost shy smile. “I think you’re cool.”

That earned a laugh—quiet, shaky, but real. She glanced at you, unshed tears clinging to her lashes, catching the faint light and making her eyes shimmer. Her lips twitched into a sad grin. “You think I’m cool?” She asked, wiping hastily at her face with the back of her hand, a hollow snort slipping out. “Jesus, what are we, ten?”

You shrugged, the heat crawling up your neck almost unbearable. “I’ll always think you’re cool.”

Her smile faltered, her expression shifting into something quieter, something raw. Her gaze softened, lingering on you, and it felt like she was searching for something.

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

For a moment, the air between you felt impossibly heavy, thick with words left unspoken. Then she let out a slow breath, her shoulders slumping against the bed frame. “I just... I wanna be a good person. For my family.”

The vulnerability in her voice hit you like a punch to the gut. “You are a good person, Vi,” you said, your tone steady, though your chest ached with the effort to keep it that way. “I think you are. And they think you are, too.”

She blinked at you, her eyes softening further. The lines of her face—usually so sharp, so guarded—melted into something tender, something that made it impossible to look away. The freckles across her nose stood out against her flushed skin, and the faint scar cutting through her brow caught your eye, an anchor in another sea of thoughts that threatened to drown you. The tattoo along her cheekbone seemed softer now, framed by the dim glow from the bedside lamp, its edge catching the shadow of her jawline.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking with yours, and her lips curved into a wider smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she muttered. “I’m happy Powder has you in her life.”

The words sent a flutter through your chest, the kind that made it hard to breathe. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too widely, your pulse hammering in your ears.

“You should rest,” you said instead.

For a second, she didn’t move, her eyes flickering down—to your lips. Was it? Was she? You tried not to jump for joy or scream or cheer, swallowing back the girlish, excited squeal that nearly left you. It was so brief you almost convinced yourself it hadn’t happened.

Still, you stayed beside her. The room was quiet save for the soft rhythm of her breathing, which eventually evened out. Her hand still gripped the photo tightly, her thumb brushing faintly across its surface even in sleep.

You tried to focus on that—on the photo, on anything else—but the thrum of your own heartbeat drowned everything out. You were too aware of her, of her presence, of the way her face looked unguarded, almost peaceful now.

And for fuck’s sake, you wished you could’ve kept ignoring her.

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses echoed from the kitchen. The warm smell of roasted meats, herbed vegetables, and freshly baked bread filled the house, weaving a comforting cocoon of home and familiarity. The occasional pop of sizzling oil and the scrape of utensils against cookware punctuated the muted hum of conversation. It should’ve been perfect.

Almost.

You’d spent most of the day in the kitchen with Vander and Claggor, sleeves rolled up and hands coated in flour or spices as the three of you moved in easy, practiced rhythm, and maybe getting a little tipsy with wine while you worked.

Cooking was grounding. There was something about the simplicity of it—peeling potatoes, kneading dough, and tasting sauces—that gave your restless mind a moment’s reprieve. It lets you focus on the here and now, your hands busy and your thoughts, for the most part, quiet.

Mostly quiet.

Because no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, your thoughts kept circling back to her.

Vi.

You hadn’t seen much of her today, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it gave you the space to breathe, to settle the frayed edges of your nerves without the weight of her presence pressing against your every thought. A curse because even the absence of her was its own kind of presence.

She was everywhere. In the distant echo of her voice from the other room. In the low, rumbling sound of her laugh that you caught when you passed by the dining table. In the fleeting glimpses of her out of the corner of your eye, a blur of red hair and sharp edges that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to look at directly.

When the food was prepped and tucked neatly away in the oven, you excused yourself to get ready. Powder had followed you upstairs, chattering away about the table setup, how the napkins needed to be folded a specific way, and whether the wine glasses were clean enough. You smiled despite the knot still coiled in your stomach.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you focused on getting ready. Powder sat perched on the counter beside you, swinging her legs as she twisted her hair into short messy blue pigtails. The soft buzz of the house seemed far away and you worked in companionable silence.

The moment you picked up your eyeliner, though, a shadow passed in the hallway.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. You felt it.

Powder’s casual chatter stilled mid-sentence, her hands freezing mid-braid as her gaze darted to the door.

You glanced up, turning your head just enough to see her through the mirror.

Vi had stopped, one hand brushing the edge of the doorframe as if she’d paused without meaning to. She wasn’t saying anything—just looking. Her hair was tied back and finally pulled out of her face.

Your eyes met in the reflection. For a second, everything else blurred—even the ache that had been sitting low in your chest all day.

She didn’t move. Neither did you.

Her lips parted slightly as if to say something, but she stopped herself. Her hand dropped from the frame, and her eyes softened. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t enough. But it was everything to you.

“Hey,” Powder piped up suddenly, startling both of you. Vi blinked, glancing away quickly as though she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

You dropped your gaze back to the counter, feigning interest in the clutter of makeup brushes and compacts.

“Hi,” Vi muttered.

Powder hopped off the counter, her movements casual, but when she reached the door, she nudged it closed with a quiet click, shutting Vi out.

The space felt even smaller now, the tension curling tighter in your chest as you forced your hands steady and reached for the eyeliner again.

It didn’t matter.

None of it mattered.

And if you told yourself that enough times, maybe you’d start to believe it.

Powder didn’t press, instead humming a tune as she returned to her hair, but the weight of Vi’s gaze lingered like a phantom. Even as you finished your makeup and brushed off imaginary specks from your clothes, you couldn’t shake the way her eyes had softened in that fleeting moment.

Maybe you had too many glasses of wine.

The evening swept forward as though nothing was amiss. Dinner was ready, the dishes were carried out to the table, and the family gathered in the dining room—a warm, crowded space made cozy by the soft glow of holiday lights and the flicker of candles. Plates clinked, the air hummed with laughter and conversation, and the smell of roasted meat and spices filled the room.

You ended up seated between Powder and Isha, grateful for the buffer between you and Vi, who sat across the table. Vander took his usual spot at the head, towering over the rest of the group like a benevolent giant, while Silco lounged at the other end, his sharp eyes keen and observant even as he sipped his wine.

The conversation rippled through the table, shifting effortlessly between childhood pranks and escalating into an all-out debate between Ekko and Powder about their taste in music. Despite everything, you found yourself smiling, the warmth of the moment settling in your chest like a soft hum.

Ekko leaned toward you, reaching over Powder to tap your arm. “Back me up here! She swears her old mixtapes were legendary, but seriously, half of them were just static and random snippets of songs she couldn’t finish recording.”

Powder whipped around, her arms crossing over her chest in defiance. “They had character , thank you very much. Unlike your boring-ass beats that all sound the same. Admit it, Ekko—you wouldn’t know originality if it smacked you in the face.”

You laughed, holding your hands up as if to ward off a fight. “Don’t drag me into this.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Powder shot back smugly, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. “You’d pick mine anyway. Right?”

“Doubt it,” Mylo muttered from across the table, not even bothering to look up from his plate. “Your mixtapes were shit.”

The room practically exploded as Powder’s outrage hit full volume, her chair scraping back slightly as she leaned forward to defend her honour. Ekko egged her on with exaggerated imitations of her tape-recording process, while Claggor sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as though this wasn’t the first time he’d been subjected to this argument.

Vi’s laugh broke through the chaos, low and raspy, cutting through the din like a blade. It froze you in place for a moment, the sound pulling at something deep and tender inside you. Your gaze flicked up almost instinctively, and there she was—her lips quirking in that lazy half-smile.

For just a second, her eyes caught yours across the table, and the rest of the noise faded away. Something lingered there. You really wanted to know what it was.

She glanced away first, turning her attention back to Vander, but your pulse thrummed in your ears, loud and insistent.

“Aye, enough with all the ruckus,” Vander called out, his booming voice easily cutting through the squabbling. “You’re supposed to be adults now, eh? How come Isha’s better behaved than the lot of you? You’re all grown and graduated, even if we never thought we’d see the day.” He added the last part with a sly, teasing grin.

The table burst into uproar again, the teasing and banter ricocheting back at Vander.

Silco hummed from across the table, “I’m still not sure how we managed to clean that mess up.”

You tried to stay present, to laugh along with the others, but his words knocked the air from your lungs.

Graduation.

The word hit you like a stone, unearthing memories you’d buried deep. You could almost feel it again—the laughter that hung in the warm night air, the shimmer of stars above the city, and the way Vi had pulled you aside. The press of her hand on yours, the sharp, dizzying heat of her lips as they claimed yours like a secret only the two of you could keep.

Your throat tightened as you forced yourself to swallow the ache threatening to rise. You focused on the present, the clatter of plates and the chatter around you, but it didn’t help.

And then, you felt her eyes on you again.

You glanced up, and sure enough, Vi was looking.

There it was—that same knowing look, tangled in everything you couldn’t say out loud. Her brows furrowed just slightly, her jaw tightening as though she was holding something back.

What the fuck was she up to?

The Last Drop buzzed with life, music thumping through the speakers and spilling into the streets. It wasn’t just another party. This was a celebration—a proper Zaunite send-off for you, Powder, Ekko, and a few others who had somehow survived to see your graduation day. Families mingled, laughter and loud voices filling the air, while mismatched chairs and tables were dragged together to make room for everyone.

Powder’s arm was slung lazily around your shoulders, her cheek pressed against yours as she swayed side to side, microphone in hand. Her voice cracked mid-line, breaking into laughter that made you smile despite yourself.

Powder had never been much of a singer, but she made it impossible to resist. You joined in, your voice blending with hers, uneven and off-key.

It was one of those rare nights where nothing else seemed to matter—until you saw her.

Vi stood on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall like she didn’t belong to the chaos. A bottle of beer dangled casually from her fingers as her eyes locked on yours. She wasn’t smiling, wasn’t moving . Just watching.

More than anything, you wanted to press your lips against hers. To stop the world around from spinning. To satisfy that little desire of yours.

Yet you couldn’t.

Because that’s not what friends do.

Because you were supposed to hate Violet right now.

It had been over a week since the fight—long enough for the sting of it to fade but not the weight of it.

This fight wasn’t like the bickering you had with Powder or the arguments with Ekko. No, this had been something raw, biting, and far too personal.

And it still sat heavy in your chest, a tangled knot of anger, guilt, and something you couldn’t quite name.

Because who was Vi to get upset about your bad decisions? You never judged her for hers.

It wasn’t fair.

It bothered you more than it should have. Because you liked Vi—you really did. It wasn’t just a fleeting crush; it was the kind of feeling that had rooted itself deep, stretching back to childhood, growing stronger with time. No matter how hard you tried, it never seemed to go away.

But she always kept you at arm’s length, always pushed you away just enough to make you doubt yourself. And now, she was the mad one? How was that fair?

God forbid you wanted to try something new before graduation.

Maddie was a mutual friend between you and Ekko, and she’d invited you to hang out by the creek with her crowd. It wasn’t your usual group of people, but with Powder and Ekko off on their date night, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do.

The rocky quarry was cold, even with the fire Maddie’s friends had started. Its orange glow reflected off the still water below, casting flickering shadows across the uneven ground. The air smelled of smoke and charred wood, sharp and biting against the crisp night air.

Music thumped faintly from a portable speaker, its low bass barely cutting through the sound of laughter and clinking bottles. You sat on a flat rock near the edge, a beer bottle dangling from one hand as you tried not to cough from the joint Maddie had passed you.

It wasn’t your crowd, not really. Maddie was nice enough—but her friends? They were louder, wilder, the kind of kids who laughed a little too loudly and always seemed on the edge of doing something stupid. Powder probably would’ve fit in better than you did.

You forced yourself to laugh when they laughed, nodding along to their stories even when you didn’t get the jokes. But the joint burned harshly in your throat, and the alcohol made your head swim.

“Hey, you good?” Maddie asked, plopping down beside you.

“Yeah,” you lied. “This is fun.”

She grinned, nudging your arm, and offered you another hit. You hesitated but took it anyway, determined not to look out of place.

The night stretched on, blurring into a haze of smoke, music, and the spinning lights from someone’s flashlight. You weren’t sure when it started feeling too heavy—when the laughter began to grate or when the voices became too loud.

So what? You weren’t having fun. Who cared?

Not every trip was going to be a good one.

But things went from bad to worse when a car pulled up, its headlights cutting through the dark like searchlights. The beams blinded you before they clicked off, leaving the silhouettes of the car and its driver behind.

The glare of the headlights cut through the haze, piercing and unwelcome. You squinted against the brightness, trying to make out the shadowy figure stepping out of the car. The moment you recognized her, your stomach twisted into a tight knot.

Vi.

You ducked instinctively, shifting lower into the rocks and bushes, hoping the flickering firelight wouldn’t betray your hiding spot. But it was Vi—she always found you. One second, you were staring blearily at the water, trying to dissolve into the night, and the next, she was right there, pulling you to your feet.

If you’d been even a little more sober, you might have swooned. Her hands were warm, steadying you against the dizziness swaying your vision. For a split second, your hazy mind latched onto the way she held you, like an anchor. But then you saw the scowl pulling at her lips.

Her eyes burned with frustration, her jaw tight as she looked you over. Even through the muddled fog, you could tell she was annoyed. No, more than that. She was pissed. And yet... when her gaze softened, just barely, you felt your stomach flip in that infuriating way it always did around her.

Before you could protest, she started dragging you toward her car.

“What the hell?” you slurred, trying to plant your feet, though the ground seemed to shift beneath you. “What’re you doin’?”

“I’m taking you home,” she said flatly.

“What?”

“Come on.”

“Vi. No, I’m not going anywhere,” you snapped, voice cracking as you shook her grip. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

“I am fine. I have it under control.”

Vi stopped, her grip tightening as she turned to face you fully. Her voice dropped lower, sharp but quiet. “You don’t have it under control.”

“Yes, I do,” you mumbled.

“You’re drunk.”

“So what?”

“So you don’t even know what you’re saying,” she snapped, her tone cutting through the haze.

“Oh, you know? You think you know me so well?” The words spilled out before you could catch them. “You think you know what’s good for me?”

She sighed heavily, muttering your name in a warning tone. “Just calm down—”

“No!” You cut her off, your voice rising. “You don’t get to decide what I do, Vi! You don’t get to swoop in and play saviour just because you feel like it.”

Maddie and her friends had turned to watch now, their curious gazes pinning you in place, making your face burn. And despite everything—despite the words bubbling on your tongue—you let Vi pull you away, her hand firm around your arm.

Your teeth ground together as you stalked to her car, every step sparking with indignation. Things between you had been unbearable lately, each interaction leaving you more wound up than the last. There was a time when you would’ve had endless patience for her, but now? Now it felt like she was one more weight pressing on your chest, one more thing you couldn’t figure out.

When she shut the car door behind you, the cold glass felt soothing against your temple as you leaned against the window.

“How’d you even find me?” you muttered, your voice low and bitter.

“Ekko told me,” she replied without looking at you, her tone clipped.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Of course.”

“A thanks would be nice,” she said, her knuckles white against the steering wheel.

“For what? Embarrassing me?”

“You embarrassed yourself.”

“Right,” you scoffed.

“Well, sorry for trying to help you.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Fuck, you’re impossible sometimes,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You should’ve just stayed home. These aren’t the kind of people—”

“Are you seriously going to turn this into a lecture?” you interrupted, your words a little slurred but sharp enough to sting. “Do you really feel like you’re in the position to be giving me shit about my bad decisions? You?”

Her head snapped toward you, her brow furrowing. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You hesitated, the fight draining out of you for just a moment. The words sat heavy on your tongue, the weight of her presence drowning out your resolve. She’d been pushing and pulling at you for months now , teasing something more but never following through.

And yet, no matter how mad she made you—no matter how deep she cut—you couldn’t stop feeling the way you did. You couldn’t stop wanting her.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, turning away to rest your head against the cool glass. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, a bitter ache joining the spinning in your head.

“Is everything okay?” Powder’s voice broke through the haze, grounding you back in the moment. Her worried gaze locked onto yours, soft but insistent.

For a second, you hesitated, unsure of how to respond. The words sat heavy in your chest, unwilling to come out. Instead, you gave her a small, tired smile—a silent reassurance you weren’t sure even you believed.

“Do you want a beer?” she asked, holding out her own cup. Her attention flicked between you and the lively crowd behind her as Isha grabbed the mic, joining Mylo and Vander in a loud, drunken chorus.

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright. I’m just going to grab some water… maybe step outside for a bit.”

Before you could turn, her hand caught yours. Concern flashed in her eyes, clearer this time, and it made your stomach twist.

“I’m fine, Pow,” you said, pulling your hand free gently. “Just need some air.”

Without waiting for her reply, you slipped away, weaving through the crowd and out the door before anyone else could stop you.

The chill of the night hit you immediately, a stark contrast to the heat and noise inside. The streets of Zaun buzzed softly, a symphony of distant voices and the occasional whistle of wind. You leaned against the railing outside the bar, letting the cool air sting your cheeks and settle the unease in your chest.

It had been a long day. Too long, really.

You tilted your head back, staring up at the sky—hazy and grey like it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to rain or stay dry. The faint glow of the streetlights was enough to keep the dark at bay but not enough to chase away the shadows clinging to your thoughts.

“Thought you might’ve made a run for it.”

The voice startled you, low and familiar, cutting through the quiet.

Your head snapped to the side, and there she was—Vi. She leaned against the wall a few feet away, hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, her posture casual, but her eyes… her eyes were locked on you.

“No running,” you said, trying to muster a smile. “Just needed a breather.”

She nodded and stepped closer, the scuffed soles of her boots scraping against the concrete. “Can’t blame you. It’s a lot in there.”

You hummed in agreement, turning back to the horizon. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched her lean on the railing beside you, her profile outlined in the dim glow spilling from the bar windows.

The silence stretched between you, but for once, it wasn’t uncomfortable.

After a moment, Vi cleared her throat, her fingers fidgeting with something in her pocket. “I, uh… got you something.”

You blinked, thrown off by the sudden statement. “You did?”

Without a word, she pulled out a small box and held it out to you. Her knuckles brushed against yours briefly, sending a jolt through your system when you took it.

“Go on,” she said.

Curiosity warred with apprehension as you took the box. It was simple—nothing fancy, just a plain black case. Your hands trembled slightly as you opened it, the hinges creaking faintly.

Inside was a ring, nestled in a cushion of fabric. The gemstone caught the light just right, glinting in shades of blue and green. It was unmistakable—the ring you’d admired months ago, the one you’d only ever mentioned to Powder.

“Vi…”

She shifted, rubbing the back of her neck, her usual confidence replaced by something softer, almost shy. “Figured you deserved something nice. You’ve been through enough.” A pause. “I’ve put you through enough.”

The words hit harder than you expected, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at her.

Did she know?

Could she see how much space she occupied in your head, how her presence both thrilled and tormented you?

She must know.

You slid the ring onto your finger, watching it catch the faint glow of the streetlights. “Thank you,” you murmured.

Vi huffed a small laugh, her gaze dropping to the ground. “You look good,” she said suddenly, the words almost rushed. “Like, really good.”

You snorted, the tension breaking slightly. “Thanks, bonehead. I tried not to disappoint. Don’t want to ruin your reputation with all those girls you bring around.”

The jab was meant to be playful—a callback to the jokes you and Ekko often threw her way. But her reaction wasn’t what you expected. She stiffened, her jaw tightening.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” she said, her tone unusually earnest.

You frowned, the lightness of the moment slipping through your fingers. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She hesitated, her gaze fixed on the ground as if searching for the right words. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “For the same reason I haven’t had a drink in months.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy and raw.

Your chest tightened, a mix of confusion and hope clawing at you. “What do you… Vi?”

She looked up at you then, her eyes unguarded for once. “I want to be better. For my family. For you.”

The vulnerability in her voice took your breath away.

“I’m sorry for last week,” she continued, her voice soft as she moved closer. “I’ve been… an asshole.”

“You’re always an asshole,” you taunted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You weren’t sure how else to approach this.

Vi chuckled, the tension easing slightly. “More of one than usual. Better?”

“A little.”

“How do I get you to forgive me?”

You smiled, warmth unfurling in your chest like a slow-burning ember. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Her hand grazed your shoulder, the touch featherlight, as if testing whether you’d melt under her fingers. You leaned into her instinctively, like a plant drawn to sunlight. It was new, this tenderness from her, but somehow it felt like home. A strange, beautiful comfort that was exactly what you were aching for.

“Is it terrible that I really want to kiss you right now?” Her thumb traced the line of your collarbone, slow and deliberate, before cupping your cheek. Her palm was warm against your skin, grounding you in the moment while the world around you blurred into hazy irrelevance.

Her hand trailed up your collarbone and rested on your cheek. You were so close you could feel her breath on your face. You turned the rest of your body, finally fully facing her. Your chests were almost touching from the proximity, and so were your lips. You could feel your heart beating so loud in your ribcage you thought she could hear it.

“Definitely not,” you whispered, barely able to trust your own voice.

You turned to fully face her , closing the small distance between you . Your chest brushed against hers, the soft hitch of her breath almost louder than the pounding in your ears. You wondered if she could hear your heart, wild and untamed beneath your ribs, or if it was just you unravelling in her presence.

For a second, she hesitated, her lips ghosting over yours, not quite touching. The tension was electric, a charge that made the air feel thick and heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. You closed your eyes, letting yourself fall into the anticipation, surrendering to the pull that had always been there.

When her lips finally pressed to yours, it was slow—achingly so. Her movements were unhurried, like she was memorizing the feel of you, the way your breath hitched, the softness of your lips against hers. Your hands found their way to her arms, fingers curling over the muscle there, marvelling at the juxtaposition of strength and gentleness. She brought you closer, her free hand slipping to the small of your back, holding you as if she were afraid you might slip away.

She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The warm summer breeze kissed your skin, but you barely noticed. You were too busy drinking her in—the way the string lights overhead reflected in her eyes, turning them into pools of gold, the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted as if she had something more to say but couldn’t find the words.

You didn’t care. Words didn’t matter anymore.

Her name slipped from your lips in a whisper you barely recognized, a plea you hadn’t meant to voice.

And then her lips were on yours again, fiercer this time. You responded without thinking, arms wrapping around her neck as though pulling her closer might make you whole. She matched your urgency, her hands firm as they pressed you flush against her, anchoring you in the moment. She kissed like she fought—with passion, with intent, with a determination that left you breathless.

When she broke away, it wasn’t to retreat but to trace a path down your jaw, her lips exploring the sensitive skin of your neck. Each kiss, each gentle scrape of her teeth, sent shivers down your spine. You gasped her name, your fingers tangling in her hair to pull her back to you.

Her eyes were dark when they met yours again, desire simmering just beneath the surface. Her lips were swollen, her breaths uneven, and she looked at you like you were something she couldn’t quite believe was real.

“Fuck,” she breathed, “I want you. Really bad.”

“You’ve always had me.”

She kissed you again, this time with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Her hands roamed, each touch setting your skin ablaze until you were sure you’d never be the same. It was dizzying, intoxicating—a dream you never wanted to wake from.

Across the table, Vi was still looking at you.

You weren’t sure how long it had been—seconds, minutes?—but the weight of her gaze pressed down on you like it could peel back the layers you’d so carefully wrapped around yourself.

Your fingers tightened around the fork in your hand, the metal cool against your palm. Look away, you told yourself. Just look away. But you couldn’t.

Her expression was unreadable, her jaw set, and her brows drawn just slightly enough to make her look... almost regretful. Almost. It made your heart plunge. Even if you already had that sinking feeling she did regret it, when she left you that summer, but it still hurt all the same.

You tore your eyes away, focusing hard on the plate in front of you. The food looked perfect—bright, warm, comforting. But you had no appetite.

“...You alright?” Powder’s voice cut through the haze, and you blinked, realizing she’d been watching you. Her head tilted, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Yeah, fine,” you said quickly, forcing a smile that felt all wrong on your face when you felt Isha place her hand over yours. “Just tired.”

You could feel Vi’s eyes on you still.

“It wasn’t that long ago,” Vander was saying, his deep voice rolling over the table. “Feels like it, though. Never thought we’d make it through that night in one piece.”

“Speak for yourself,” Powder chimed in, grinning. “I think I came out of it looking pretty great.”

Mylo snorted. “You came out of it covered in glitter and confetti.”

“Exactly,” Powder shot back, shoving him lightly, and the table erupted into laughter.

Vi shifted in her chair, leaning back slightly. “Some people had more exciting nights than others,” she remarked, her tone light but razor-sharp. “If I remember right, someone disappeared for a while.”

The room went quiet.

You looked up sharply, meeting her gaze again, and there it was—something burning in her eyes, daring you to say something.

“What are you talking about?” Claggor asked, looking between you and Vi.

Vi shrugged casually, but her grip on her glass betrayed her. What the fuck was she playing at? “Nothing. Just saying, some people had... priorities.”

The words hung in the air like smoke, curling into the silence.

Your chest tightened under the weight of everyone’s stares. You forced your voice to stay even.“If you’ve got something to say, Vi, just say it.”

Her lips curled into a smirk that didn’t meet her eyes. “No. I’m good.”

You leaned forward, tension crackling in the air. “No, seriously. You clearly have a lot to say about that night. Why don’t you go ahead and spell it out for everyone?”

Vi’s chair creaked as she leaned forward, her voice low and steady. “Fine. You went missing. Nobody knew where you were. Figured you’d be with your friends, but no. You were off… handling your own business, weren’t you?”

“Vi—” Vander started.

Your jaw tightened. “Maybe you should look in a mirror before pointing fingers,” you shot back, the words escaping before you could think. “Because last I checked, you were drunk and sulking in the bottom of some mug—”

Vi’s scoff cut through the air like a slap. “Oh my god. Not this again.” She laughed, sharp and hollow. “Some of us actually enjoyed the night.”

“Enjoyed it?” you spat. “Is that what you call it?”

“At least I wasn’t sneaking around like I had something to hide!”

Your eyes narrowed, the fire in them flaring. “That’s fucking rich, coming from you. Considering the fact that you can’t ever grow up and actually take responsibility for your shit.”

Her chair scraped loudly as she leaned forward, “Grow up? Weren’t you the one giving me the silent treatment all weekend?”

“Because I didn’t have anything to say to you!”

“Oh, really? Sure sounds like you’ve got plenty to say now!” Vi’s voice cracked like a whip, the sarcasm cutting deeper than you expected.

“Because you’ve been acting all weird since I got here!” The words were out before you could stop them, a raw truth that had been burning inside you all day. It wasn’t just the awkwardness—it was her presence, everything about it, that had been eating at you.

“Weird how?”

“You keep acting like we’re friends—”

“Are we not friends?”

“Not the last time I fucking checked!” The words escaped in a snap, too loud for the quiet that had overtaken the table. “Friends don’t... they don’t—”

“They don’t what?” Her eyes were hard, daring you to finish it, daring you to bring it all back up. She knew exactly what you were going to say.

“They don’t leave , Violet.” You felt the air grow thick around you. Your voice dropped lower, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “They don’t fucking leave and act like nothing’s wrong. They sure as hell don’t spring out bullshit like this and pretend it’s nothing.”

“I—”

“They don’t pretend to care when they don’t,” you interrupted, your voice rising now, a sense of finality creeping in. You were done dancing around it. Done avoiding it. “And don’t act like this is some fucking coincidence, Vi. You left. And you know it. And for what? Because you’re a coward? We can fight about this forever and still end up right here again and again.”

Her jaw tightened at that, but her lips barely parted. She tried to steady herself, but you saw the crack—the tiny flicker of something that couldn’t hide in the cold light of the argument. “But I do care,” she said, softer than she meant to.

“No, you don’t. Because if you did you would’ve taken me seriously a long time ago.”

Around you, the table remained frozen, the once-familiar chatter now swallowed by the storm of your words.

Your chest tightened, breaths coming too quickly as heat rose to your face. Your hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, but they trembled, betraying you. You clenched them into fists, trying to steady yourself. The cold weight of embarrassment crashed over you, thick and suffocating, pulling at the pit of your stomach. The sting of tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you fought them back, refusing to show weakness. Not here. Not now.

“I need the bathroom,” you muttered.

The words were barely a whisper, but they felt loud in the stillness, a fragile escape from the chaos you were drowning in. You didn’t wait for a response. You pushed back from the table so violently that your chair scraped loudly against the floor, a harsh sound that seemed to echo in the tense silence. You stood up, your legs shaky, and your vision blurred for a second as you tried to steady yourself.

But just as you were about to leave, a small, insistent tug at your dress made you freeze. You paused, tension coiling in your chest, and glanced down. Isha’s wide, innocent eyes met yours, filled with concern and confusion, but she didn’t speak. She just held on for a heartbeat, her tiny hand clutching at the fabric.

You couldn’t bear to see her face, the concern too pure, too innocent for the mess you’d just created. You could already feel the shame settling in, the weight of everything crashing over you. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, silently asking if you were okay, but all you could do was nod quickly, avoiding the pleading in her gaze.

Without another word, you turned away, the sound of your shoes hitting the floor sharp and heavy as you walked toward the hallway. Your heart pounded in your chest, a rhythm that matched your quickening breaths, and you didn’t look back.

You'd spent your entire summer tied between bedsheets and lies. The knots in your chest were growing, the bitterness between your teeth spreading like a cavity. The sun was your only witness to the way you were falling apart at the hands of Violet. She was unravelling you, pulling you to pieces, limb by limb, with her teeth as they gnawed at your skin—biting and biting and pulling and pulling, taking everything out from you.

But you were so in love. You were sure that’s what it was. You were so in love with her and with this strange feeling residing within you that you couldn't help but think that if this was the way things were going to be from now on, so be it.

Her touch was electric, sparking something deep inside you that refused to be extinguished. When she pulled you into stolen moments—pressed against walls, her lips brushing yours with an urgency that made your head spin—you forgot about the world outside. You forgot about Powder. About Ekko. About the lies you were spinning just to be with her.

It was never planned. She’d come into your room late at night, your parents always let her in, her footsteps soft and deliberate, her voice a low murmur of your name that sent shivers down your spine. And then she was there, so close you could feel her warmth, her breath fanning your cheek as she whispered, “Can I stay?”

You never said no.

It was all tenderness. Her fingers would trace lazy patterns on your skin as the two of you lay tangled together, the world melting away outside your window. She kissed you with a care that made you believe, for just a moment, that this wasn’t wrong. That you weren’t betraying anyone.

Her laugh, soft and rare, became the soundtrack to your summer. You’d tease her about her scars, and she’d roll her eyes, calling you insufferable before tugging you closer with a smirk. “You’re lucky I like you,” she’d say, her voice light but her gaze heavy with something deeper.

But even then, cracks were forming beneath the surface.

You ignored the way her jaw tensed whenever Powder’s name came up when you told her what you did in the day. You pretended not to notice how her touch lingered a little too long as if she was trying to commit you to memory. And when she’d pull away in the mornings, murmuring some half-hearted excuse about needing air or checking on something, you let her go without question, even though her absence left a hollow ache in your chest.

You spent your days with Powder when the afternoon sun was merciless and drenched everything in a sticky warmth that clung to your skin. You followed her into the tiny ice cream shop on the corner, grateful for the blast of cold air as the door swung shut behind you. She immediately made a beeline for the counter, peering at the flavours.

“You know you’re just gonna get strawberry,” you said, leaning your arms on the glass display.

Powder rolled her eyes at you. “Maybe I’m feeling adventurous today.” But, true to form, she ordered strawberry, with a generous drizzle of chocolate syrup on top.

The two of you wandered back outside, ice creams in hand, the salty breeze from the beach brushing against your skin. Powder was chatting about something—maybe the latest gossip from your old neighbourhood or some ridiculous scheme Ekko was planning—but you weren’t really listening. Your thoughts were far away.

“Okay, spill,” Powder said suddenly, cutting through your haze.

You blinked, looking over at her. “What?”

She stopped walking and turned to face you fully, her blue eyes narrowing in a way that made you squirm. “You’ve been weird lately. Like, really weird. And I know you’re seeing someone.”

Your heart dropped. “What are you talking about? I’m not—”

“Oh, please.” Powder rolled her eyes, licking a stray drop of chocolate syrup from her thumb. “You think I haven’t noticed the hickeys? Or the fact that you’re always sneaking off? Or how you’re suddenly a terrible liar?”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t even try,” she interrupted, grinning now. “You’re so obvious, it’s embarrassing.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. Powder knew you too well, and she wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not gonna push,” she continued, taking another bite of her ice cream. “You don’t have to tell me who it is or anything. Just… I don’t know. Be careful, okay? If they hurt you, I’ll deal with them myself.”

You forced a laugh, hoping it sounded casual. “I think I can handle myself, Pow.”

“I’m serious,” she said, her voice softening. “You’re my best friend. I just want you to be happy.”

It wasn’t like you wanted to keep it all to yourself, but you had to admit, you enjoyed the rush. The thrill of sneaking around, of stolen touches and whispered words in the dark . Of secluded meetings where the world melted away, leaving only the two of you. You even started to understand why Powder and Ekko had kept their relationship a secret for so long before telling anyone. There was something intoxicating about the secrecy, about having something—someone—all to yourself.

Still, the guilt lurked in the back of your mind, a constant shadow in the brightness of those moments.

You could feel its weight one night as you lay beside Vi, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside your window. The moonlight poured in through the swaying blinds, catching the sheen of sweat on your skin. You could still feel her hands on you, the warmth of her lips lingering in places you’d never forget.

But something shifted in the air as you spoke.

“Powder knows,” you said softly, your voice barely breaking the stillness.

Vi stiffened beside you, her arms tightening for just a moment before going rigid. You felt the change immediately, like the comfort of her embrace had turned into a cage.

“What?” she muttered, her voice panicked, strained. She pulled away from you, her sudden movement leaving you cold despite the warmth of the summer night.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, watching as she sat up and ran a hand through her hair. The way she avoided your gaze made your chest ache. “I mean, she knows I’m seeing someone. She doesn’t know it’s you,” you clarified, trying to ease the tension. “But she’s smart, Vi. I’m sure she’ll figure it out.”

“Oh,” was all she said, her tone flat.

You frowned, sitting up to face her fully. “Is that so terrible?”

She finally turned to you, her expression unreadable, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Well… yeah.”

“What? Why?” you asked, your voice rising slightly, a mix of confusion and hurt.

“It’s just…” She trailed off, her hands falling into her lap. You watched as she fidgeted with the hem of the sheet, her knuckles brushing against her thighs, her usual confidence faltering. “This isn’t… I mean, it’s not supposed to be…”

“Not supposed to be what?” you pressed, your heart sinking as the silence stretched between you.

“Never mind,” she muttered, her voice clipped, and she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Your chest tightened as you watched her get dressed again, searching for her clothes in the mess of your room. “Where are you going?”

“I just remembered—I promised Jayce I’d meet him for drinks,” she said, her tone casual, but the way she avoided your gaze betrayed her unease.

“Drinks?”

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No, I just… uh, will I see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe. I dunno.”

Her answer hit you like a slap, the indifference in her tone cutting deeper than you expected. You opened your mouth to say something, to ask her to stay, but the words tangled in your throat. She was already halfway to the door.

And then she left, shutting it behind her without so much as a glance back.

You sat there in stunned silence, the warmth of her presence already fading. The sheets felt colder, and the air seemed heavier. You stared at the door, replaying the conversation in your mind , wondering where you’d gone wrong.

You should’ve kept your mouth shut.

You didn’t see her for a few days. Each hour of her absence stretched unbearably long, her silence gnawing at you like a wound that wouldn’t heal. It wasn’t until you were at Powder’s house for a sleepover that you saw her again, and the encounter was nothing short of jarring.

You were in the bathroom, brushing your teeth when the door swung open abruptly.

“Shit, sorry,” Vi said, freezing in the doorway, her eyes wide. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Figures.” you muttered as you met her startled gaze in the mirror.

Her presence made your chest tighten, anger and longing colliding in a mess of emotions. She lingered for a moment , her hand gripping the doorknob so tightly her knuckles whitened. Her eyes darted to the floor before she stepped back and shut the door behind her.

You stood there, toothbrush suspended midair, the brief encounter leaving you shaken. Your grip tightened on the sink as you stared at your reflection, trying to steady yourself, but all you could think about was her.

Ten minutes later, her bedroom door was locked.

You didn’t know how you ended up there, pressed against her bed, but none of it mattered in the heat of the moment. Her movements were frantic, her hands rough and unrelenting as they held you in place. One hand cupped your mouth, muffling your gasps and cries, while the other gripped your hips, anchoring you to the mattress.

Her breath was hot against your skin as she licked a line up your centre, her tongue moving with a precision that made you shudder. Vi’s eyes stayed locked on you, watching the way your chest heaved and your fingers fumbled for something to hold onto. The sheets bunched beneath your grip as her nose brushed against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You felt your breath stagger. Her mouth moved against you with a desperation you hadn’t felt before, like she was trying to drown out her own thoughts by consuming you entirely.

Her tongue worked relentlessly, warm and wet as it flicked against you in ways that stole the air from your lungs. She was vicious, her teeth scraping lightly, her lips sealing over you with desperation that bordered on need. You tried to stay quiet—the walls were thin, and you weren’t an idiot—but it was impossible to stifle every sound.

It was a miracle that the woman you fucked wasn’t a talker half of the time.

Your head pressed back against the comforter, and your body arched into her touch, unable to resist the pull of her movements. A broken gasp escaped you, muffled only by the fingers pressed against your lips. The lewd, wet sounds of her mouth against you filled the room, driving you closer to the edge.

Vi’s eyes never left you, and when she moved her hand from your mouth to tug at your shirt, you realized she wanted more. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric, her grip firm but not rough.

Your hand covered hers, “Vi—” you managed to whisper, but the way her fingers flexed back against yours stole whatever protest you had.

“ Oh, ” you keened, the sound spilling from your lips before you could stop it. Your chest heaved, and your free hand clutched at the sheets as heat spread through your body.

She shifted lower, pulling her hand away from yours, spreading you open further with her fingers before her tongue dipped deeper. She sucked on your clit, her lips closing over it with a force that had you gasping her name. Your hand found her hair, tangling in her locks as your hips bucked against her face.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper. The room felt too hot, the air too thick, as if the walls themselves were closing in.

What Vi gave you wasn’t just desire—it was something raw, frantic like she was trying to pour everything she couldn’t say into every stroke of her tongue and press of her lips. Her nails dug into your thighs, holding you steady as she pulled you apart, piece by trembling piece.

When you finally came undone, she didn’t let go immediately. She lingered, her tongue moving slower now , as if reluctant to stop.

Your gut twisted with unease and she finally pulled back, her forehead resting against your thigh, her breath warm and uneven against your skin.

She stayed there for a moment, her shoulders trembling slightly.

“Vi?” you whispered, your voice hoarse and uncertain.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she climbed up beside you, pulling you into her arms with a gentleness that went against all the ferocity from moments ago. It made your chest ache.

Her hands traced idle patterns on your back, and her lips brushed against your temple, but even in her embrace, you could feel the tension radiating from her.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a momentary lapse.

It felt like a goodbye.

Three days later, you found the note.

Sorry, can’t keep doing this. Take care.

The sound of your feet hitting the floor was sharp, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You couldn’t stand being in the same room with her for another second. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the door.

Powder was already on you. “Hey—wait! What the fuck was that all about?” She followed closely, her voice softening with concern.

“I just need a minute,” you muttered, the words coming out more broken than you intended, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her.

“Please, talk to me,” she called out, grabbing your arm before you could open the bathroom door. You flinched, the touch grounding you against the whirlwind of your emotions. Powder gently turned you around, her gaze locking onto yours. The concern in her eyes was sharp, but it softened when she noticed the tears staining your cheeks. The ones you’d been fighting back all night.

“I’m sorry,” you said, the words tumbling out in a rush, but it felt like they weren’t enough.

Powder’s eyes softened at the apology, but she was still searching for answers. “For what?”

“I’m sorry, Pow,” you repeated, your voice trembling.

She blinked, shaking her head slightly, “Why would you—”

“It was Vi,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. Your chest felt tight like something was gripping around your heart, squeezing the air from your lungs. “The person I was seeing over the summer... it was her. I... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Powder’s face, usually so open and easy to read, flickered with something unreadable for a moment. But then, without skipping a beat, she spoke, her voice calm. “I know.”

“What?”

“I knew.”

Of course, she knew. Why wouldn’t she know? You scoffed involuntarily. A bitter, hollow laugh bubbled up in your chest, but it died before it reached your lips. Of course, she’d figured it out. You’d never been good at hiding things from Powder. She’d known you better than anyone for as long as you could remember.

Seeing the way your face shifted, Powder seemed to understand the storm of thoughts going through your head. She continued, quieter now, but her words landed with surprising ease. “You’ve always had a thing for her... I just thought you’d tell me when you were ready. I wasn’t going to push.”

The floodgates started to crack open, the guilt and the ache in your chest spilling out in fragmented pieces. “I wanted to tell you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath. “I really did... but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what I was doing—what I was feeling. And I didn’t want to hurt you.” The last part came out in a broken whisper, the pain of it digging into you like a knife.

Powder’s gaze softened, but she didn’t say anything right away. You could feel her presence steadying you, like she was holding onto you in the way she always did when things felt like they were falling apart.

“Come on, stop apologizing. You sound like a loser.”

But you couldn’t stop. You were choking on it. On the guilt. The regret. The frustration. You’d kept this secret for so long, and now everything had cracked wide open, splintering everything around you. “I should’ve told you first thing,” you choked out, your chest heavy with regret, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “I fucked everything up. I ruined Christmas dinner, I ruined everything.”

You didn’t mean to raise your voice at the table. It just... happened. The tears were close again, stinging the back of your eyes, and your hands shook violently as you tried to make sense of it all. You shouldn’t have come back here.

“I’ll leave. I’ll go.”

The words didn’t even feel real as they left your mouth. You didn’t even know where you’d go.

But before you could turn away, Powder’s hand shot out, stopping you cold. She wasn’t angry. No, this wasn’t about anger. It was something else—something steadier. Her voice was quiet but firm, unwavering. “And go where?” she asked, a little smile pulling at the corner of her lips, almost like she was trying to soften the weight of your spiralling thoughts. “You’re staying right here. You’re not leaving.”

She exhaled a laugh that sounded real for the first time all night, and it cut through the tension in the air. The smile that formed on your lips was small, but it was there. “Besides,” she added, “if anyone ruined Christmas, it was Mylo’s shitty cookies anyway.”

That did it. It was the most normal thing you’d heard all night, and it gave you just enough space to breathe.

“We’re gonna watch a movie soon,” she said, her voice softer now. “Once everyone’s done eating. If you need a minute... you’ve got plenty of time.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. Your throat felt like it was tightening again, but you didn’t have it in you to argue. “Thanks,” you whispered, your voice tight, raw. “I just need a few minutes... to think.”

Powder’s gaze softened even more as she stepped back, her expression unreadable for a moment. “I’ll deal with my sister and then we’ll talk about this later. There’s a lot to unpack here.”

The words lingered in the air between you, but there was no anger there. No blame. Only understanding—like she knew this wasn’t something you could just fix in a minute. It made your heart ache even more, that she wasn’t pushing. That she wasn’t leaving you to drown in this alone.

With that, she left you standing in the hallway, the door creaking softly behind her. You didn’t look back, the weight of her words lingering on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. It felt like everyone in the house was still watching, their eyes pressing down on you. The silence in the house seemed louder than the argument had been.

Without thinking, you pushed open the bathroom door, slamming it shut behind you with a force that left your ears ringing. You locked the door, the click of the lock filling the space with a strange finality. It was just you now, and you couldn’t escape what was happening inside your own head. The sound of your pulse thudded in your ears, drowning out everything else.

You leaned heavily against the sink, your hands gripping the porcelain so tightly that your knuckles ached.

“Fuck,” you whispered, barely able to hear yourself over the frantic beating of your heart.

You stared at your reflection for what felt like hours, trying to calm the storm in your mind. Your face was flushed, your emotions a mess of anger, confusion, and exhaustion. You hated the way things had spiralled tonight. Hated that you’d let it get this far. Hated that you’d lashed out, that you did it in front of Isha and the rest of the family.

But as much as you wanted to bury it, as much as you wanted to push everything down and move on, you couldn’t. You couldn’t lie to yourself. What you really felt was hurt.

A soft knock at the door broke through your thoughts, sharp against the silence. You froze and swore under your breath.

“Hey, are you okay?” Claggor’s voice was gentle, hesitant like he wasn’t sure whether to intrude. “Just... just wanna make sure you're alright.”

You ran a hand over your hair, “Yeah, I just need to... just need a minute. I’ll be fine. Sorry.”

The pause that followed felt like it lasted forever. You heard him sigh before his footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving you alone again. But you didn’t move.

Suddenly, there was another knock at the door. This one was different, more insistent. You thought it was Powder again—

You opened the door quickly, but the second it swung open, you were met with a wall of heat, and before you could think, lips were on yours.

Vi.

The shock of it made your breath catch in your throat, a jolt of heat flooding through you. She pushed into you with a force that made your head spin, her body pressing against yours as if she couldn’t get close enough. Her lips were hungry, desperate as if trying to drown out something—something that had been brewing between you two for far too long.

Everything you’d been holding in—the anger, the frustration, the confusion—came rushing out in a rush of heat and tension. You responded instinctively, your hands finding her arms and pulling her closer. She felt so real, so tangible at that moment, like she was a part of you you’d been missing without knowing it. Her grip on you was tight, almost painful as if she was trying to force her way back into your world.

She muttered something against your lips—quiet, persistent, over and over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The words burned against your mouth, each one feeling like it was meant for you to swallow, to take in and process like some kind of penance. You didn’t stop, though. You couldn’t. You kissed her harder, deeper, your own emotions spilling out as you pulled her into you, letting the anger twist into something darker, something reckless.

The door slammed shut behind you with a force that made the walls rattle, and you imagined her kicking it closed, her body language sharp, desperate, like she couldn’t get away from what she was doing.

But just as suddenly as it had started, Vi pulled away, gasping for air, her breath ragged against your lips. Her eyes were wild, dark, but there was something else there too—something you couldn’t place. She wasn’t looking at you; she was looking through you as if she was trying to piece something together in her head.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You hissed, your voice low and rough, the words escaping before you could stop them. Your chest heaved with, heart pounding in your throat. “You don’t get to come in here and—”

“I’m sorry, I know,” she muttered, cutting you off. Her voice was strained, full of frustration and something else—guilt, maybe. “I’ve been... fuck. I’m sorry.”

Your mind spun, trying to make sense of it all, but the words felt hollow. It didn’t change the fact that she’d barged in, that this... whatever it was, was happening now. “You should be,” you snapped, the words sharp, your chest still tight with the weight of everything—of the anger and the hurt, and the confusion that had never really gone away.

“I don’t wanna let anyone down anymore. I don’t wanna let you down. I just... I didn’t think I was ready for this, for you," she breathed, her voice trembling just slightly. “I didn’t know how to deal with how I felt. I’ve always fucked things up, and this... this feels like another thing I’m about to ruin. Because I know you like me. And I like you too. A lot.”

“You shouldn’t have come at me like that tonight... Not like... that,” you said, voice quieter now, almost a whisper.

Vi nodded, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I know. I messed up. But I just... I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to fix it.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your mouth betraying a small grin. You couldn’t help it—you were a goner. Too far gone, far too smitten, tangled in your feelings for her. She could probably destroy you a dozen times over, and you’d still find yourself wanting more.

You moved closer, placing your hands over her chest before gently cupping her face. You willed her to believe you, forcing yourself to be brave even as the words felt foreign in your mouth. "One more. I’ll give you one more chance, Vi."

“That’s all I need,” she whispered, her voice low, full of intensity.

In an instant, the distance between you collapsed. One second, she was all taut, coiled tension, and the next, she was on top of you, her lips hot against your neck, leaving a trail of fire down your skin. One hand tangled in your hair, the other already lifting your skirt as her fingers brushed dangerously close, matching the rhythm of her tongue's movements against your pulse.

Her weight on top of you, even with clothes still between you, felt familiar. It was all the little things—the way she moved, the way her hand slipped down your leg, teasing, pulling back just as you thought you’d finally get what you wanted. Her kiss was fierce, her body pressing into yours in a way that made you feel both vulnerable and alive.

You realized just how much you’d missed this—the feel of her, the way she made your heart race and your breath hitch. The nights you had spent alone, replaying moments like these in your mind, when she would slip into your dreams like a ghost.

There had been nights—like that summer at Jayce’s and Mel’s engagement party—when she had drawn you to the edge again and again, leaving you gasping and frustrated, only to make you ache for more. You weren’t proud of it, but you'd replayed that night in your mind over and over when loneliness crept in—on bad days, or when you drank too much, and the restless feeling lingered even after you’d gotten yourself off. Nothing had ever compared to the way she made you feel.

It made you wonder—did she ever feel the same? Did she ever ache for you the way you had ached for her?

The bathroom was a reckless choice for this. But then again, life was too short for second-guessing. Clothes were discarded hastily, hands colliding with fabric, a belt buckle clanging against the floor. Every movement felt frantic, raw, desperate. She didn’t let you go, her body against yours as her fingers found their way to your skin, her breath hot and heavy on your neck.

“I miss you,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I miss you too.”

“Sorry I’m a dick.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You swear you would be in peace if it wasn’t for her. But this kept you on your toes, you guessed. The way you liked it.

part one

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gtgbabie0 · 6 days ago

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{Getting high with your girlfriend}

!!-18//MDNI-!! I just wanna get higgh with ma luvrrr <33

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Vi was needy, always had her hands on you— caressing over the curves of your waist, and hips, gently holding your face. Her hands were literally everywhere, whenever she could. Get some weed in the girl and my god she was ten times worse, clinging onto you like you were her lifeline.

You couldn’t push her away even if you wanted to, her body heavy, boneless, over the top of your own— face smushed into the crook of your neck, rubbing her shin against your own lazily. This new strain Vi had brought sent you both to fucking heaven and honestly, you were loving it, all wide smiles and bleary eyes.

“You’re so soft baby,” your girlfriend murmurs into your shoulder, pressing opened-mouthed kisses to your neck, hands slowly massaging your boobs. You don’t remember taking your shirt off, or hers for that matter, but they’re off and you had zero complaints, enjoy the feeling of her naked skin against your own, so incredibly warm. The feeling was so much more intensified thanks to the weed in your system, every single atom in your body on fire in such a pleasantly mellow way— you melted into the bed with a long sigh.

“Mm, you’re really gone right now huh?” Vi chuckles, pressing her full lips to the curve of your jaw, leaving fluttery kisses.

“Not m’fault you always do me so good.” the whisper, spoken lazily and Vi is in love with your words because yeah she always does you so good— only you got a taste of her best strains.

Your girlfriend nips at your earlobe, pressing a kiss to your neck before giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. “Damn right, only the best for my girl… my pretty girl with the most perfect pair of tits.” then she’s squeezing again, burying her face into them with a low chuckle.

A giggle builds up in your throat, escaping your parted lips. Dazed eyes watching as she peppers your chest with lazy opened mouthed kisses— sucking and nipping at the delicate skin. “M’fucking obsessed with them, can’t get enough.” She drawls, flicking her pierced tongue against your nipple— your giggles turning into breathless moans.

“Mmf, Viii—” you whine, brushing your fingertips through her hair as her lips wrap around the hardened peak— looking up at you through her thick eyelashes with those beautiful blue eyes of hers, glossy and red-rimmed. Fucking sin.

“Yeah? What d’ya need baby?” She murmurs around your nipple, switching to your other with a small smirk— a dizzying clash of teeth and tongue, god her tongue… that damn piercing.

“Your mouth on me, please baby.” Oh, she can most certainly do that, her fingers already rubbing over the dampness on your panties as she pulls back from your hardened peak with a small pop.

She’s on board immediately, shuffling against the rumpled bedsheets and pulling your panties down— throwing them carelessly onto the bedroom floor somewhere. “Yeah, c’mere… c’mere, fuck...” She breathes all giggly, practically manhandling you in excitement, kissing down your body slowly, savouring every inch of your soft skin.

Vi watches you from in between your thighs as you get comfortable against the pillows, leaning over to her bedside table and pinching the half-smoked blunt between your fingertips— her little stoner, god she’s an awful influence on you but damn if she didn’t love it when you got like this.

“Don’t smoke all that, save me some.” She murmurs against your inner thigh, nipping at the fat with a small smirk just to feel you writhe slightly beneath her.

“Mm, I won’t— just, please.” You were so whiny even more so when she licks along your slick folds, the metal ball bearing on her tongue nudging against your clit repeatedly. “Ohh, Vi…” you breathe out the smoke into the already misty room, head falling back against the pillows.

Her hands fist at your thighs roughly, keeping you spread out just for her as she licks and sucks at your bundle of nerves— flicking her piercing against the sensitive bud to draw out more of those little whimpers of yours. “Mmf, y’taste so good, love your pussy— so fuckin’ much, baby.” She says words muffled into your soaked folds as she teases your hole with her tongue, moaning into you as your walls flutter around the wet muscle.

“Yeah, s’all yours Vi,” you moan, fingers brushing through her hair, holding the pink tresses out of the way for her as she continues to eat you out. You take another drag of the blunt, blowing the smoke out with a slow exhale, biting down on your bottom lip as she pushes her middle and ring fingers into your needy hole, slick walls clamping around her digits.

She hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to your clit before pulling back to watch in awe as your cunt swallows up her digits, squelching obscenely around them as she curls them deeply inside you— nudging against that delicious spongy spot that has your hips bucking for more.

“Yeah s’all fuckin’ mine— god, look at you…” She moans lowly, slowly fucking you with her fingers “…dripping all over my hand, makin’ such a mess.” Her mouth finds your clit once more, tipping you over the edge. Head thrown back, crying out her name over and over again as you gush all over digits, soaking her palm and the bedsheets.

“Ahh, ah, Vi…” you whine as she leaves one last kiss to your sensitive bud, then another to the inside of your thigh. “M’here baby, did so good.” She drawls out her response, licking her fingers clean of your pleasure before kissing her way back up to you, paying extra special attention to your tits.

“Still with me pretty?” Your girlfriend smirks, feeling quite proud of herself as she brings the blunt back up to your lips before it can go limp in between your fingers— you take a weak drag, blowing the smoke up into her face with a dazed chuckle. “Mm, I’m here.”— no the fuck you weren’t.

That didn't stop you from pushing her to lay down against the bed, straddling her hips with a lazy smirk and half-lidded eyes. Her hand reaching up to smush your cheeks together, holding your jaw and pulling you back down to blow the smoke into your mouth slowly. "Gonna return the favour baby?" she teases, gasping in pleasant surprise when you begin to kiss over her chest- hot, wet kisses that made her cunt throb. Oh, she was so grateful that neither of you had classes tomorrow.

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beautiful art creds to @//BuniMint on twt and ig <3

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mameillieureennemie · 3 days ago

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idk what this is, i'm just at work and i thought "need to write caitvi x reader" so here it is :)

caitvi x reader

Caitlyn can't keep her eyes off the two of you.

You're both so pretty, dancing beneath the colorful strobe lights, all beautiful smiles. It's like watching a painting come to life, vibrant with its angles and curves. It makes Caitlyn want to take a picture of this moment so she can frame; so she can keep it forever.

Vi's got you leaning against her, your back against her chest as you move in a hypnotic grind. Her hands, strong yet gentle, are holding your hips, guiding your movements with a soft firmness. Her head's found its home in the crook of your neck, and while Caitlyn can't see it, she knows Vi's murmuring sweet words into your skin. Sweet enough to have you smiling, to have you run your fingers through her hair before tugging her close.

Caitlyn continues to watch, satisified to simply witness the moment. Her breath hitches a little when she sees you look in her direction, eyes lidded and a little hazy. She swallows deeply when you smile turns coy, your free hand reaching out to beckon her forward.

To join you.

To join them.

Vi peers up from her sanctuary, her own eyes lazy when they look her way. She stares at Caitlyn for a second and leans back in to whisper a few words in your ear. Whatever she says has you laughing and grinning brightly, and Vi's grinning too.

The both of you begin to walk away, Vi leading you off the dance floor with a hand on the small of your back. But Vi turns around, meeting Caitlyn's eyes once more before mouthing:

"Come on, Cupcake."

And Caitlyn's drawn in; like a sailor to a pair of sirens.

#vi x reader #vi x you #caitvi x reader #caitvi x you #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane #arcane league of legends #kismet writes ☆~#lesbians

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capitan-queen-anne · 1 month ago

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Hello, this is my first time writing something like this. English is not my first language, and to be quite honest, I'm still learning, and I used the translator to help me, following my heart, so... :)

please don't be mean to me.

featuring : Violet x reader x Caitlyn

Warnings: smut (18+), threesome, fingering, oral, Vi nicknamed the reader muffin. that's it, and a little more.

Synopsis: morning activities ;)

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The alarm clock blares. You grumble, slapping the snooze button.

"Ugh..." Vi groans, her red hair messy. "Five more minutes..." She sleepily murmurs, pulling you into a deeper cuddle. Vi's like a muscular koala, a bundle of warmth. her body is warm and her embrace is comfortable. so unfair.

"Up, you two." Caitlyn gently whispers, nudging you and Vi. Caitlyn, always the responsible one. She's even already in her Enforcer uniform, what's weird why, Today's an day off.

"I made your favorite tea." The tall Piltovian nudges you with a small smile. "And black coffee for you, Vi." Caitlyn adds, wiping the drool from your lip, then petting your hair.

You groaned lightly, hiding your face in the pillow, trying to escape the light coming through the windows.

Caitlyn raises a brow, chuckling softly at your cute babble. She places the drinks carefully on the bedside table. sitting beside you, on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair.

Vi throws her arm around your waist and sighs, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

Caitlyn chuckles at Violet's clingyness. She looks over at Vi, gently stroking her hair. "how stubborn." Caitlyn mutters, amused at your sleep-clung onto each other.

Caitlyn gently shakes your shoulder. "Sweetheart, it's not healthy to oversleep." She reminds

Vi mumbles something in protest, tightening her grip on you. She pulls the covers over her head. "Five more minutes, Cupcake."

Caitlyn shakes her head, a warm smile on her face. She reaches over, gently poking Vi from underneath the covers. "your drinks are getting cold"

you groaned, taking your face off the pillow and blinking your eyes slowly until you got used to the light "Cait?"

Caitlyn leans in, gently cupping your face with one hand. She smiles at your husky voice, your sleepy expression, and your bed-tousled hair. You look utterly adorable to her.

She hums in acknowledgment at your sleepy murmur. "Yes, sweetheart?"

Cait's accent brings a lazy smile to your lips, you just murmur lightly taking her hand with both hands and rubbing your cheek against the warm skin

Caitlyn's smile widens, watching you nuzzle her hand, practically melting from your cuteness. Her thumb gently brushes your cheek. She leans forward, lightly kissing the top of your head.

Caitlyn glances over at Vi, who was peeking out of the covers, eyeing the affectionate display with a hint of jealousy. She chuckles softly.

You moves one of her hands, caressing the Zaunite's tattooed arm. "I'm still sleepy," she murmurs, turning over and burying her head in Vi's neck.

Vi responds by wrapping her strong arms around you, holding you against her warm body.

"Me too muffin." She mumbles in response, burying her face into your hair. Vi inhales your scent, basking in your soft touch and presence. She murmurs softly, her breath warm against your skin. "But Cupcake won't let us sleep in, as much as I want to." She looks over her shoulder, meeting Cait's narrow gaze, accompanied by a restrained smile.

"so mean" you murmur dramatically dragging your nails down the pinkette's back lovingly.

Vi shivers lightly, goosebumps covering her skin from the sensation of your nails tracing along her back. She can't help but shiver again, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Vi pulls you closer, tightening her embrace around you. She buries her face into the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin: "You're gonna regret doing that, princess."

you snort, chuckling softly before doing it again.

Vi groans, her grip on you tightening in response to your touch. She nips at your neck, leaving a love bite.

Vi's cheeks are slightly flushed. The way you're touching her is making her start to feel hot and bothered.

Caitlyn watches you and Vi's interaction. She can see the change in Vi's expression. It looks like the Zaunite is becoming affected by your touches. The sight of this makes Caitlyn's heart beat faster. She can't help but blush, feeling a little flustered by the growing heat between the two.

"Hmm... So easy" you whisper, lightly biting the skin within your reach.

Vi's body tenses up as you bite her skin, your warm, wet tongue brushing the spot right after. A low moan escapes her lips, her grip on you tightening, her cheeks becoming flushed.

"Y-You're gonna regret this, muffin." She grumbles, her voice breathless. Vi's hands slide under the hem of your shirt, her fingers splaying across your bare skin, igniting sparks of heat with every touch.

"Hmmmm" Izzy murmurs and gets off the Zaunite's neck looking at Caitlyn "I thought you were off today" she says softly reaching out to touch the arm resting on the bed.

Caitlyn's heart skips a beat when Izzy's hand brushes over her arm. She shivers at the soft touch, her eyes meeting Izzy's gaze.

She nods, a warm smile on her face. "I am. But you know how I am; a workaholic can't go a day without getting something productive done." Caitlyn chuckles, then glances between Izzy and Vi, her smile slightly shifting to a sly grin.

"Well... I can think of a lot of productive things you can do without a uniform" you say slightly mischievously and use your free hand to caress the back of Violet's neck while looking at Cait.

"can you?" cait says with a mischievous smile and an amused look.her thoughts immediately going to naughty places at your words. She feels a flutter of excitement in her stomach, her heart racing faster.

Vi, now sitting up on the bed, also flushes at your words. A playful smirk appears on her face as she notices the shift in tension. She looks at Caitlyn with a knowing look and murmurs: " Sounds like a good idea to me cupcake."

You sit up sighing. The strap of your silk nightgown slips gently down your shoulder and she sighs moving her neck "doesn't that sound good to you?"

Caitlyn glances at the movement of the strap sliding off your shoulder and a shiver of heat runs down her body. She swallows hard, her eyes tracing the contour of your neck and collarbone. Caitlyn bites her lip.

Vi looks at you, her eyes fixed on your exposed skin. Her smirk widens, her breath quickening. She leans closer, one hand gripping the bedsheet as she fights the urge to reach out.

Caitlyn inhales slowly, her voice a little huskier as she answers. "Well... those activities are definitely productive..." She glances at Vi, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

The Zaunite smirks, her gaze locked on you. There's a spark of desire visible in her expression. "We should... start working on those activities as soon as possible. Right, Cupcake?"

Vi's breath catches in her throat as your hand caresses her skin, tracing a fiery path along her arm and shoulder. Her heart skips a beat. Her body aches to be touched, but then you pull away right as she leans in, leaving her wanting more. Vi lets out a soft growl, a mixture of frustration and desire burning within her.

She locks eyes with you, her gaze becoming intense and filled with need. Vi knows you're teasing her, but damn, it's working. She leans in again, her eyes fixed on your lips, craving for a taste.

"Calm down, we have to be fair" you smile and look at Caitlyn "Cait was so sweet making our coffee, and we haven't even drunk it yet, it's only fair that she comes first"

Caitlyn's breath hitches as both of you look at her. A mixture of excitement and anticipation in her eyes. She can see the desire on both of your expressions and it only makes her heart beat faster.

The Piltover's voice is a little shaky as she replies: "I-I suppose that's fair..."

You smile excitedly and get out of the sheets, getting up and standing in front of the older woman, moving her hands to undo the buttons on her sheriff's outfit. you looks over Cait's shoulder and sees Vi approaching Cait from behind. The blue haired woman holds the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, her soft lips moving against yours with a certain urgency.

Cait's breathing falters when you're apart She tries to steady herself but can't help but shiver as your hands brush against her skin. The feeling of Vi pressing against his body from behind only makes his excitement increase.

You quickly get rid of the top, leaving the sheriff in her bra and pants while the Zaunite begins to kiss the back of Cait's neck, running her hands over her shoulders. You wet your lips at the sight of her flushed face and bright eyes in front of you, before kneeling between the sheriff's legs and beginning to undo her leather belt.

Caitlyn's breathing quickens as you look at her from this angle, grabbing the waistband of your pants in a silent plea.

Caitlyn feels acutely aware of the pinkette's presence, trailing kisses down her neck as she returns her hands to her clothed breasts. Her heart is racing, and the feel of Vi's wet lips against her neck only heightens her arousal.

Caitlyn's eyes narrow slightly, lifting her hips so you can pull the pants down her thighs, her body tensing in anticipation. She could feel Vi's heat behind her, your hands roaming her now bare thighs, a subtle reminder of the desire between the three of them.

you wet your lips by opening her legs and kissing the inside of her thighs lightly

Caitlyn's body tenses in anticipation, her breath getting even shorter. The feeling of your lips against her skin is making her head spin.

She feels Vi's hands moving across her body, her touch igniting her every nerve ending. The combination of both of your touches is driving her almost to the edge.

Caitlyn lets out a soft moan, the sound shaky and filled with need. She feels her heart race as she struggles to hold back her desires.

You finally pay some attention to the puddle between her legs, dragging your tongue across the warm, flushed skin, moaning softly at the taste.

Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat, her body quivering at your touch. She grips the sheets on the bed, her knuckles turning white.

Vi's fingers slide across her body, gently tracing over her skin. The feeling of Vi's touch combined with your teasing is almost overwhelming. She shudders, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to control herself.

Caitlyn tries to take a deep breath, but it's caught in her throat as she lets out a strangled moan, her body burning with need.

You look up to see Cait leaning against Vi, who is caressing her body and breasts. The pink haired girl pulls Cait's bra down, playing with her pink nipples as she kisses the sheriff's neck, who has her head hanging back on the woman's shoulder. The younger girl moves one of her hands using one of her fingers on the older girl, collecting some of her lubrication with her fingertips before sinking a finger into her hot hole, while keeping her mouth on her clitoris, brushing her tongue slowly.

Caitlyn closes her eyes, she moans softly as Vi's hands explore her body, her touch stoking the fire that's building inside. She lets out a sharp gasp as your touch moves to her center, the feeling both exciting and overwhelming. Caitlyn is becoming lost in the pleasure, her body on fire with need and desire.

She whispers breathlessly, her voice shaky: "humm... oh, ... more."

Heat rises up your neck, your nails lightly scratching cait's thighs, adding a second finger your finger moves gently against her warm walls while moving your tongue faster. Fire races through Caitlyn's body, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. The pleasure is building, becoming almost unbearable. She grips the sheets tightly, trying to anchor herself in the moment.

A strangled moan escapes her lips as you add another finger, her body arching involuntarily at the additional sensation. The feeling of you against her, combined with Vi's touch, is pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

She can barely string words together, her voice trembling as she whispers: "Don't... don't stop, don't... please, don't stop. I need more..."

Vi is enjoying the moment, watching your effect on Caitlyn and feeling the tension in the air. She continues to touch and caress the Sheriff's body, her own desire growing as she sees how much her wife is enjoying your actions.

She leans in, her teeth nipping at Caitlyn's ear, her voice low and possessive: "You're so close, aren't you, Cupcake? I can see how much you need it. We're going to make you feel so good..."

The sounds that caitlyn makes and the way she squeezes her fingers deliciously leave you satisfied, cait closes her legs around the youngest's head, while squeezing and scratching Vi's thighs, moaning almost pornographically when you changes the back and forth movements and chooses the 'come here', massaging the G-spot repeatedly.

Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat, her body tense and quivering. She can feel the pleasure building, the combination of your touch and Vi's presence making it almost impossible to think.

She grips the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as you switch to massaging her sweet spot. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and she can feel herself right on the edge of release.

Between gasps and moans, she whispers urgently, "Please..."

Your touch is driving her to the brink, and she can barely form a coherent thought. The only thing on her mind is the pleasure that's consuming her.

"Don't stop... please... I'm so close," she gasps, her voice rough and strained. She's teetering on the edge, her body tense and quivering. Caitlyn's fingers dig into the Vi's thighs, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

You speed up your movements while caressing the older woman's thigh with your free hand. You look up and see Violet massaging the blue girl's breasts firmly, while looking at you between her legs. Just before using one of her hands to turn Cait's face towards her and kiss her lips, the angle is uncomfortable, but the sheriff moans into the pinkette's lips and they separate, panting. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes shone mischievously. The image as a whole short-circuited your mind, making your own excitement ache between your legs.

"She's not going... isn't she, muffin?" *Violet speaks close to Cait's ear, you feel your face blush, and you speed up the movements with your tongue, before pulling your fingers out and replacing them with your tongue. Cait's thighs tighten around your head, and you find yourself forced to neglect her furiously blushing clitoris in exchange for your consciousness. Although it wouldn't be so bad to die like that, would it?

You take one of Vi's hands and bring it to Cait's clitoris, in a silent request for the older woman to continue the work, while holding the blue girl's thighs.

Vi understands the non-verbal communication instantly, and slowly massages your pleasure center, swirling your fingertips across the soft flesh.

Caitlyn's body arches at the dual sensations, her breath catching in her throat. She lets out a low, guttural moan.

"Oh, god," she gasps, her voice raspy and strained. "I can't... I can't..."

She's teetering on the edge, her body taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. The pleasure is overwhelming, and she clings to the sheets. She feels as though she's on the verge of breaking apart, every nerve in her body alive with sensation. It's too much, and yet, somehow, not enough. She needs more, but doesn't know how to ask for it. All she can do is gasp and moan, her body trembling.

your tongue caresses the sheriff's inner walls, drinking the excitement that wet her chin, you squeeze cait's thighs, going as deep as you can.

Caitlyn's body bucks against your touch, her senses on fire. She can feel her orgasm building, a wave of pleasure ready to crash over her. The way you're pushing and pulling her nerves is overwhelming, and the combination of sensations is almost too much to bear. She digs her nails into the pinkette's thighs hard, eliciting a low grunt from Vi., her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her head falls back against Violet, who continues to touch her body.

The feeling of Vi's touch combined with your mouth is pushing Caitlyn beyond the limits of pleasure. She's on the edge, tense and on the verge of collapsing.

Her whole body is shaking, the pleasure so intense it makes her dizzy. It's too much, but at the same time, not enough. until it is.

You feel her pussy squeezing your tongue like her life depends on it, right before the sheriff lets out the most pornographically relieved moan you've ever heard, accompanied by the trembling in her thighs. . It seems like the job was making her a little too tense.

Caitlyn is lost in the moment, consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through her body. The feeling of you practically drinking from her, along with her hands roaming and squeezing her body is enough to push her off the cliff.

When Caitlyn starts to shake too much, Violet removes her hand, leaving a gentle kiss on Cait's cheek. You sigh, licking what's left of Caitlyn's orgasm, the space between your own thighs, sticky and sore.

Seeing the look on your face, Vi can't help but smile. She leans over looking over cait's shoulder , her voice low and sultry.

"looks like someone here is having fun" making cait look down at you.

You look up, seeing both women with their eyes on you, a smile appears on your lips before you suck on your two sticky fingers and run your tongue over your lips slowly "you know me, there's nothing about this that I don't do with pleasure" your voice hoarse with excitement.

Vi and Cait are both watching you intently, their expressions filled with desire and admiration. The way you look up at them, your tongue running over your red lips, your flushed face and disheveled hair, is enough to make them weak in the knees.

Vi lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "You're going to be the death of us, you know that?"

Cait can only nod in agreement, her voice caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. "God, you're amazing."

Your cheeks heat up slightly, something about how they both look at you now.

You smiles slightly red "sycophants" she leans on Cait's thighs getting up. They both continue to look at you with admiration and desire.

Caitlyn's voice is a little shaky, still recovering from the intensity of the moment. "You have a way with your tongue, that's for sure."

You smile "Practice makes perfect"

Caitlyn grins. "Well, you certainly seem to have plenty of practice."

Vi nods in agreement, her voice low and sultry. "And we're more than happy to benefit from it."

Her eyes narrow slightly "oh I see how" the youngest wets her lips and sits cross legged on the bed. Vi and Cait exchange a knowing glance, their smiles growing wider.

Vi moves closer to you, her eyes darkened with desire. She rests her chin on your shoulder, her lips brushing gently against your ear as she speaks.

"Now, I think it's time we return the favor."

Caitlyn kneels in front of you on the bed, her hands tracing your legs, gently pushing your thighs apart.

"oh..."

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Pt2?

Hii. The art between the girls is not mine, it belongs to sufleh, an artist here on Tumblr. I found it very beautiful. I was nervous to post it, because I've been writing for a while, but I've never really posted anything, but this really inspired me. Thank you. ❤️

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chloe6994 · 2 months ago

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Hi,

Can you make headcanons of the women from Arcane (more specifically Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika and Jinx) X Reader shorter than them? Like, Reader's face being at their chest level.

Yea I got it

(Vi, Caitlyn, mel, sevika and jinx) x shorter reader

Vi:

Vi abuses the power of being taller than you, she will pin you to a wall and tower over you. She often showed it off in a very protective way. For example if a guy in zaun is flirting with you she will step in front shielding you.

With Vi there is almost no situation where you get to be dom unless your in bed on her lap and she has not been feeling great. And tho Vi will never admit it she loves laying in your arms when she is struggling to hold it together.

She is also a mayjor tease and calls you shortcake. “Why do you always call me short cake?” you would ask, Vi would simply chuckle and then say somethings like “well isn’t it obvious, your short… and sweet like cake. In both ways” she would say smirking with a wink. Vi also loves to kiss your forehead so her height makes that really easy.

and also Vi 100% hugs from behind, pulling you back into her chest and when you look up at her she would peck your lips with a wide grin.

Caitlyn:

Caitlyn is the kind of partner who will not boast and tease about being taller but that doesn’t mean she won’t use it to her advantage. She will always use it when she is being more commanding, if you are arguing she will always go right up close to you towering over you.

Caitlyn is a little bit of a switch, she will not be opposed to being bottom. She really only lets you be dom when you are straddling her in bed or on the couch. She likes being taller and more dom because it makes her feel in control unlike everything else in her life.

Something she enjoys is hugging you from behind and resting her head in the crook of your neck. One night Caitlyn might come back from work tired and find you cooking. She will slowly walk up to you saying nothing but just hugging you resting her head into your neck. “You ok Cait?” you might ask and she just nods and stays there for a while.

Mel:

Mel never really thought much of height defining the top and bottom of a relationship. She finds it quite cute when you are being dom even when your shorter.

Because Mel doesn’t care much for being top or bottom it will constantly be changing between you two.

She often likes dancing with you holding you close and resting her chin on your head swaying softly. “I miss things like this when I'm at council meetings.” she would say, you would just smile and go on your tipitoes to kiss her.

Sevika:

idk what to write for her 😭😭

Jinx:

Because jinx is typically shorter than everyone she loves being taller than you, she will constantly tease you about it but always says sorry if she seriously makes you sad holding you tightly in a hug.

Jinx and your relationship won’t really have top bottom dynamics, but whenever it did jinx was almost always top.

Jinx loves giving you the biggest hugs. Pulling your face into her chest (😏 I see you) and holding you there saying stuff like “your the perfect height for hugs.” and would stay there forever if she could.

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pearlcigs · 8 days ago

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thinking a lot about soft! Vi 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe even thinking about being babied 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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soft!vi who has a tough exterior but she always finds herself letting her walls down for you at the end of the day. when she's sighing from exhaustion, slipping into bed just ready to sink into oblivion. she just wants to roll over, ignore your curled up body that lay next to her. but she doesn't, she couldn't. no matter how tired she was, she needed you, needed your body melting into her like liquid in her hands. so she does just that, scoops you closer to her, her touch gentle in contrast to her rough and callused hands. she'll kiss the top of your head, all of your face. she'll whisper the sweetest things in your ear until she falls asleep, even her snores gentle.

soft!vi who you find humming as she does domestic tasks, like when she's cooking or cleaning. she's not even aware that she does it, solely focused on the task at hand. you think it's cute, never bringing it to her attention in hopes she'll never stop. once you found her going through the mail, humming an awfully familiar tune. you watched with admiration as vi sorted through the bills and the junk mail. "look, babe, they sent me a letter about my car's extended warranty." she laughs, pausing her humming to lift up the letter she was reading. "what idiots. they really think i'm gonna fall for this." she chuckles again, going back to her assortment of mail and her humming resumes. you just want to preserve her in a little box and keep her forever.

soft!vi who plays with your hair while you do some off hand task. not really doing any specific hairstyle, just moving strands over other strands and then letting them fall back into their place. you don't mind when she does, pretending you don't notice. it was the silent moments that you held deep in your heart, and so did vi. vi's hands would more often than not eventually make their way out of your hair, sliding down your body. she would grip your waist, or your hips, or massage your shoulders, or sometimes even slip her hands under your shirt to feel your warm skin. it wasn't even sexual, not when she would cup your breasts or kiss your neck as she did, she just loved having her hands on you in any way possible.

soft!vi who has a hard time just saying how she feels. she just can't get the words out to save her life. so you'll find little things around the house a day or two after an argument. flowers on the counter when you wake up. the dishes washed and dried. that shower curtain you've been meaning to install for months now? vi did it. it's sweet really, little things to let you know she still loved you or she's not mad at you because you both know she'll never say it out loud. or even when you two weren't arguing, you'll still find things like this. cookies she picked up for you on her way over. or when you caught her reading that book you were talking about earlier in the week. but your favorite is when you find little notes left on your fridge stuck by the (carefully picked, seriously it was no coincidence she picked those every single time) heart magnets. sometimes it was just a little drawing and sometimes it would be sweet words like 'miss you' or 'thinking of you'. it made your heart swell every time.

soft!vi who tries to make you breakfast in bed when she stays over at your apartment but you usually wake up to a smoke detector going off. it's sort of amazing at how she's such a good cook but such a bad one at the same time. like she'll burn the toast but make a perfect 5 star meal with bacon, eggs, and pancakes with a chocolate ganache. you didn't even know what a ganache was until you stumbled into the kitchen with worry only to be met with vi's crooked smile holding an entirely black piece of toast. "i was trying to make breakfast." and then she proceeded to explain what she made. "so you made all this, but... burnt the toast?" you weren't mad just... in awe. how do you burn toast? but you laugh anyway, kissing her nerves away.

soft!vi who babies you in the least condesceding way possible. she knows you like to be independent, as does anyone, but she can't help babying you every once in a while. it's simple things really, you didn't even notice at first. she'd grab things from you. "that looks heavy, let me do it." and would not even give you a chance to argue. she'd carry you anywhere, holding you in her arms like there wasn't a worry in the world. she'd wrap you in a bunch of blankets if you were napping on the couch, making sure you don't wake up cold. (you might wake up hot though.) she'd grab your cold hands in her warm ones to warm you up. it was just little things but vi always made sure you felt cared for.

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cheeksofstars · 13 days ago

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morning after. ೨ৎ v. x reader

𐙚˚ vi x fem!reader. fluff. 0.5k words.

✦ the kitchen was quiet, the soft hum of the coffee maker the only sound breaking the stillness of the early morning. you stood at the counter, sleep still tugging at the edges of your mind, wearing vi’s oversized shirt. it hung loose on you, the hem brushing mid thigh, the sleeves swallowing your hands as you fiddled with the mug in front of you. the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, grounding you in the comfortable haze of a slow morning.

footsteps padded softly behind you, and before you could turn, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. vi’s warmth pressed against your back, her bare skin meeting yours where the shirt hung open.

“morning,” she mumbled, her voice still rough with sleep. her chin rested on your shoulder, and you could feel the faint tickle of her breath against your neck.

“morning,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you’re up early.”

vi snorted softly. “couldn’t stay in bed without you there.”

you laughed lightly, your hands stilling as hers slid over yours, her thumbs brushing against your knuckles. “you’re not even dressed,” you teased, glancing down at her bare torso.

she smirked, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “i figured if you got to steal my shirt, i’d make do with what’s left.”

your cheeks flushed as you turned slightly in her arms, meeting her sleepy gaze. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“yeah, but you like me anyway,” she replied with a lopsided grin, her arms tightening around you as she nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

you sighed, leaning into her touch, your hands resting on hers. “i guess i do.”

vi chuckled, her voice low and warm. “guess, huh? after last night, i think it’s a little more than that.”

your face heated at her teasing tone, and you tried to nudge her away, but she held on, her laughter vibrating against your back.

“relax, i’m just messing with you,” she said, her tone softening as she kissed your temple. “you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

you huffed, but the corners of your lips betrayed you, curling into a smile. “you’re lucky i made enough coffee for two,” you said, reaching for the mug.

vi hummed, resting her chin on your shoulder again as you poured a second cup. “i don't need coffee when i’ve got you to wake up to,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

you froze for a moment, her words sinking in before you turned to face her fully, your arms wrapping around her neck. “you’re ridiculously sweet when you want to be,” you said softly.

“don’t let it get around,” she replied, her hands settling on your waist. “i’ve got a reputation to keep.”

“your secret’s safe with me,” you promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

as the coffee cooled on the counter, the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other, the rest of the world forgotten for just a little longer.

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cravinghexstrap · 1 month ago

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hey i would like to request jinx x reader where the reader is jinx's fiancée and they are at a nightclub with Vi and Ekko and the reader accidentally bumps into a girl and she asks the reader to kiss her as an apology and obviously jinx doesn't like that and after dealing with the girl she fucks her fiancée in the bathroom so everyone knows that the reader is hers 🙏🏻

“Hey baby you ready?”

“Almost!” You reply back, adding the final touches to your hair. You hear a door open and rapid footsteps before you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Mmh, you smell so good, we should just stay here so I can keep you all to myself.” Jinx says, inhaling your scent from the crook of your neck. Her hands slowly trail up your abdomen as you let out a giggle at her obvious eagerness to touch you.

“Ah ah ah, Ekko is waiting for us, we can’t just leave him hanging like that.”

“I doubt he’ll mind.”

“Jinx!”

“Fineeeee.”

You softly grab Jinx’s hand and lead her downstairs, trying to prevent her from feeling you up anymore and messing up your outfit. Ekko is waiting in the living room, doom scrolling through his phone impatiently.

“Sorry about that Ekko, this one just can’t keep her hands to herself.” You joke, Jinx letting out a ‘hey’ in retaliation. “All good, but let's go, I’m ready to partyyy!” You all laugh as you race to the car, Jinx beating you to shotgun and sticking her tongue out to mock you. You stick your tongue out back, causing her to giggle as you hop into the backseat of the car.

The three of you laugh and chat about random things until you finally make it to the club. You adjust your dress as you get out, having ridden up from getting both in and out of the car.

Jinx links her arm with yours and Ekko’s and the three of you walk into the overwhelming atmosphere. Lights are flashing and people are everywhere. Ekko offers to go get drinks from the bar while you and Jinx go find seats. It takes some walking but you eventually find some free space in the corner. The table itself is slightly sticky with some trash on it but the two of you are quickly able to clean it up.

You both get settled in and Jinx lands her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it upwards, towards your-

“Hey guys I got the good stuff!” Ekko interrupts. He places down 3 colorful drinks and sits down next to Jinx. The three of you cheers your drinks and start chatting about this and that. You glance over mid conversation and see a brunette by the bar, already looking back at you. She gives you a sly smile and you immediately look away, trying to zone back into the conversation between Ekko and Jinx. You spare another glance at the girl at the bar to see her nowhere in sight. You look around but decide to just forget her.

“Hi there!” A cheery voice says, causing you to jump at the sudden appearance. You look up to see the same girl that was at the bar earlier. You look over to see Jinx staring with distaste and Ekko seemingly as confused as you are. “Can I help you?” Jinx asks skeptically.

“No you can’t.. but she can.” She says, glancing back over at you.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Jinx questions, beginning to tense up and ready to stand. You place your hand on her arm to keep her seated before taking the reins of the conversation. “Is there something I did?” You inquire. “Yeah actually, you bumped into me a little earlier and caused me to spill my drink, it almost got on my dress.” She starts.

“Ah, I'm so sorry, allow me to pay for it.” You hurry out, ready to get this over with before Jinx starts something. “No need to pay, I had something else in mind to make up for it, the woman states, a glint of mischief in her eyes. You hesitate before asking what she meant by that and all three of you freeze at her words.

“A kiss. That’s all I ask for. If it leads to something more, well, no problems there either.”

Jinx immediately stands up, ready to pounce, causing you to quickly stand up before the petite girl gets a chance to lunge at the woman. “Look I appreciate the attempt but I happen to be dating Jinx here, if you’re still up for it I’d be more than happy to pay for the drink.” You say, trying to put out this flame before it becomes a fire.

“Fine, no need. I can take a hint.” She gives Jinx one last glare before walking off, disappearing into the crowd.

“What a bitch!” Jinx exasperates. “Fuck it.” Before you even get a chance to speak Jinx grabs you by the wrist and drags you to the women's restroom in the club. She looks around and, seeing that it's empty, locks the bathroom door. “Wh-what if people need to-”

Your attempt to speak was quickly cut off with an intense kiss from the blue haired girl. Her hands possessively wrap around your waist as she pulls you in closer to her. You close your eyes, enjoying the aggressiveness. Your hands move up to lightly wrap around her neck and open your mouth up to welcome her tongue. You continue the intimate makeout until Jinx suddenly releases your lips and pins you to the wall by your throat. You moan out in surprise and arousal and the girls assertiveness. It’s not new but the way it makes your core ache makes it seem like it is.

“You’re such a slut you know that?” Her grip on your throat tightens, preventing a response from leaving your mouth. “I- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t make up for how pissed off I am right now. You need to make it up to me. Now.” She uses her free hand to push you to your knees, bringing both of them back to unbuckle her belt. You sit there in awe, watching as she slowly rocks her hips as she teasingly takes the belt out of its loops. You’re practically drooling as you wait for what comes next. She finally pulls her shorts down, revealing her pretty blue lace panties, dampened by her arousal. Your thighs rub together, trying to lessen the need coming from your own.

She grabs your hair and tugs lightly, causing a slight whimper to leave your mouth. She looks down at you and tilts her head with a smirk on her face. “You gonna sit there like an idiot or put that pretty mouth to good use.” Breaking from the trance you were in you move forward and lick a stripe up her covered pussy. She groans out at the muffled pleasure her cunt is receiving and bucks into your face. She brings her slender fingers down to move her panties to the side so you can have full access to her slick folds. You immediately dig in, going to wrap your lips around her clit.

That immediately has her moaning out. You continue to stimulate her clit for sometime before dipping down farther to slip your tongue into her awaiting entrance. You can feel her essence spreading all over your face but are unbothered. Her grip on your hair tightens as her moans increase in pitch, indicating her oncoming orgasm.

You move back up to her clit and suck harshly, pushing her over the edge. She yanks your head deep into her folds as she rides out her high. “Fuck, you may be dumb but you sure know how to get a girl off.” You giggle slightly and blush at the praise.

Jinx pulls you back up and kisses you once more, tasting her juices on your tongue. She pulls back and smirks once again. “Now it’s your turn, dirty girl.”

Your cheeks burn as her hands move down to yank your skirt up, pushing your panties to the side. She slowly circles your clit, teasing you. “P-please, Jinx.”

“Please what babydoll?”

“Please finger fuck me! I need it so badly I need it.” You moan out wantonly. Jinx finally presses down on your clit, immediately locating the little nub and mercilessly terrorizing it. You arch your back at the stimulation, your chest pressing to hers. She leans her head down to get closer to your ear.

“You're so dirty, getting off in a public bathroom like this. After I get you off you’re gonna give me your cute lil’ panties and we’re gonna go home so I can fuck you.”

Your head tilts back, overwhelmed from her dirty talk and relentless fingers. She slides them down through your wetness and immediately thrusts two fingers in, not giving you time to adjust. You scream and squirm as her thumb moves to caress your slit, her fingers inside of you never letting up their pace. She places wet kisses all along your collarbone, leaving hickeys here and there. All you can do is writhe in pleasure, taking everything the minx of a girl gives you.

“‘M- ‘m so close ahh~” You loudly moan out. Jinx somehow increases her pace more. She bites down hard on your shoulder, pushing you over your peak. She helps you ride your high out and gently removes her fingers from your weeping slit and brings them up to your mouth, shoving her fingers into your mouth and causing you to gag. You swirl your tongue around her fingers and moan. She bites her lip before pulling her fingers back out and drying them on her shirt.

She pulls her shorts back up but doesn’t bother to buckle her belt back in. She pulls you out of the bathroom where you see a long line of angry women. They don’t bother saying anything as they all rush in, clearly aggravated. Jinx just giggles as you try to avoid eye contact. She says a quick ‘bye’ to a very confused Ekko as she drags you out of the club, both of your ready for the night ahead.

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Sorry it took so long! I wanted to make this a good fic which took some time lol

#cravinghexstrap #arcane smut #jinx smut #jinx x reader #arcane #anon ask #ask

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aimfor-theheart · 7 days ago

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#need to read vi w silco’s older daughter omfg i love that idea sm

here is a drabble for you bc i can't get this idea out of my head!!!

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"look whose back from the dead."

in the lowlight, your voice could be anywhere; everywhere. vi can't quite make out where you are in the space—and even when you were young, you were lightfooted. vander used to say that you walked like a cat. that you needed a bell.

"miss me?" vi drawls, shoulders tense as she tries to sense you.

"more than anything, tiger." you purr, suddenly behind her. she whirls around, swings on you recklessly, but connects with nothing. you duck, dart out of the way, suddenly in front of her—she barely catches a glimpse of you.

vi turns and you're there. all grown up. in all your glory; sly and serpentine. you've got this little smile tucked in the corner of your mouth, a secret in the curve of your cheek where it almost dimples.

"where's my sister?" vi snarls.

"the one you abandoned?"

vi swings for you again in her anger and you dodge easily, slippery like an eel. she tries to catch you off guard with another swing, lower and to the stomach, but you easily side step her and suddenly jab her in the crook of her neck—along her shoulder. several more jabs down the slope of her bicep.

"agh!" vi cries out, a sudden painful tingling racing through her arm, before it goes somewhat numb. when she tries to lift it, the muscle spasms and tenses wildly, painfully, and leaves her arm limp. useless. faintly, she realizes you may have hit some sort of nerve or pressure points. "what the hell?!"

you shove her forward, away from you, and vi stumbles to her knees—off balance with her arm now out of commission. she hears the slow click of your heels against the floor before your feet come into view. you stroll around her casually, standing in front of her.

vi's eyes travel up the length of your body.

"i didn't abandon her." she finally snaps, hugging her arm to her body.

"that's not what jinx told me." you muse.

"her name's powder." vi grinds out, feels her rage gnash and snarl inside of her, behind the gates of her ribs. if she was capable, she'd lunge for you again.

"i haven't called her that in a long time." you drawl and as you circle her, there's a certain swing to your hips. you're toying with her; and you have all the confidence and grace in the world. the sort of ease that she only knows one kingpin of the lanes to have. vi's teeth grind together.

when you're behind her, you suddenly fist a hand in her hair at the back of her head and pull. vi groans, head tipping back to meet your waist, where you keep her in place. a dagger suddenly gleams, pressed cold and brutal to the sensitive, soft place of her throat. she looks down at it, heaving a little, and furious.

in it's reflection, she catches the wicked gleam of your eyes;

"don't worry, though. i took good care of her while you were gone."

#idk idk idk....need to have a v crazy cat and mouse w vi.....#also just really like putting vi with these sort of femme fatale readers....#also calling vi 'tiger' fjdkslfjklskdfjdslfslfkjdslfjksfld #cielo chats!#vi x reader #cielo writes!

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sinstear · 2 days ago

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it’s just soft fluffy, angsty just a little riding with vi <33

“fuck,” vi moans as your fingers tugged on her hair, pull her head back and kisses up and down her throat. “just like that,” she nods, biting down on her lip. “just like that, baby.”

“you’re so pretty,” you murmured into her skin, slowly grinding your hips up, sinking your cock deeper into her pussy. your blunt nails dig into the skin on her back and she hummed at her whimper. “so fucking pretty, baby.”

“you feel so good,” vi shakily gasps, holds you closer to her and bounces on your cock faster, her hips moving rhythmically with your thrusts.

vi cries out, holds you tighter when you’re pressing your hand against her stomach, and you grinned. “you feel it, baby? feel how deep i am?” you asked, nipping and biting at her jaw.

“yes, yes, feels so good.” she moans and cups the back of your head. the damp skin of your neck melts against her skin like melted ice cream and her blunt nails sink in; crescent moons littering.

your hands run up and down her back slowly, your teeth nipped harder at the skin of her jaw and vi’s head falls back with another string of moans, “you don’t understand how perfect you are,” you murmured again, tugging at her hair. “you’ve been through so much, and you’re still here, and i’m glad you are because i wouldn’t know what i would do without you, pretty girl.”

burying her face in the crook of your neck, violet sighs softly into your skin, shyly smiles and let's you guide the movements of her hips. “you’re the only good thing i have, the one person i haven’t broke.”

shaking your head, you stroked her cheek slowly and wrapped your arms around her waist as you leaned back against the pillows, stilling her hips completely. “that’s a lie, you haven’t broke anything, with anyone, and no matter how hard things might be or feel, m’always here to guide you and keep you safe, you don’t have to be strong all the time, i can be strong enough for the both of us.” you whispered into her hairline.

“can’t ask you to do that—” a moan rips through her throat, nails scraping up and down your shoulders when you’re thrusting your hips up, sliding the cock deeper and deeper into her cunt with each movement. “oh fuck,” she whimpered, the droplets of tears running down her cheek.

“you crying, baby?” you asked, fucking up into her slowly, and holding her tighter against you.

“i just love you,” vi laughed and kissed your collarbone lightly. “and you feel so good right now, please don’t stop.”

“you deserve this, you deserve everything.”

“i have you, and that’s enough for me.”

for a while, vi just looks down at you, watches you closely, watches the way your eyebrows pinch forward into a frown as you focus on your current task and the way your lips form into an involuntary pout has her smiling. her mind is hazy, your fingers rub slow circles on her clit, slowly dragging her back and forth with your free hand on your cock, practically doing everything for her. “m’gonna cum,” she mumbled against your forehead breathlessly; your skin is layered with a thin sheet of sweat and it melts against her lips. “you’re gonna make me cum.” she laughed again.

“yeah?” you peered up at her, eyelashes fluttering against your skin when she cups your face, ghosts her lips over yours and nods slowly. your skin tingles at the feeling of her fingers dancing against your jaw, and you smile when her breathing gets heavier, hips moving frantically, fucking herself down on your cock. “want you to cum,” you kissed her chin and held onto her tighter once more.

vi’s hand quickly reaches down and grabs your wrist in her hold, trembling and gasping above you, but you don’t stop your ministrations on her clit, or the way you slowly move your hips and fuck up into her. the thick veins of the cock rubbing deliciously against her walls. “baby,” she choked out, subconsciously trying to grind against your fingers.

“i know, it’s okay,” you reassured and removed your hand from her hip to cup the back of her head; where her lips parted against yours and she whimpered. “m’right here.”

“i need to cum.”

“whenever you want.”

when you went to rest your hand on her leg, vi was quick to grab it and shyly place it on her throat. “baby—”

“please?”

her lips parted with a gasp when your hand wrapped around her throat fully and squeezed lightly. her eyes, ones that were glossy, fluttered closed and she whined pathetically. “there you go,” you smiled.

vi’s body tenses suddenly seconds later and croaks out a whimper when you pull her closer by her neck, lips parting against yours with a loud moan as her walls flutter, eyes roll back and she cums on your cock.

holding onto your shoulders tightly, her body slumps into you when you gently remove your hand from her throat and re-wrap your arms around her body, holding her protectively. “i got you,” you mumbled into her damp hair. “you did so good, my beautiful girl.”

“i love you.” her voice barely a whisper as her eyes flutter closed.

“i love you more, but you can’t fall asleep yet, ill run you a bath, okay?”

“five minutes.”

“fine, five minutes and then i’m carrying you to the bathroom.”

#vi x reader #vi x you #arcane vi #violet arcane #violet smut #vi smut #vi league of legends #vi arcane #vi arcane x reader #violet x reader #violet #vi drabble

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v1sexual · 2 months ago

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always forever , vi (arcane) part two

a collection of (modern) domestic life activities with vi ! college au , modern au , self indulgent

part one , part two , part three, part four soon !

note : this one sucks lol , i literally made this at work a couple of days ago and didn’t have the willpower to write a new one. anyways, hope u guys like it !

drabble two : its mariah carey season

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who was ecstatic when you suggested to decorate the flat for christmas. she and her family are not religious at all, but christmas is something that they celebrate every year without fail.

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who went all out and spent around $500-$600 on christmas decorations and around $1000 for christmas gifts. (she bought like five different types of christmas lights, a 6 foot christmas three, and a lot of stuff she definitely didn’t need)

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who’d show off by carrying all the shopping bags in one go and would not let you help. “just doing my job shortcake,” she’d say as she opened the front door for you, her pinky visibly shaking as two heavy shopping bags hang off it.

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who’d stop to look and admire you as you two decorated the christmas three. she watched, as you strategically placed the blue, green, and red baubles in a pattern so that they’re even distributed. it’s been a couple of days since you two kissed, an unofficial confession to how the two of you felt for each other. after that night you’ve shared countless of kisses (and a little bit of heaving petting here and there). but you guys haven’t really addressed what you two are, if this is a start of a relationship or just something casual (her bet is on the former though).

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who excused herself and told you she needed to go to the washroom but in reality she just needed an excuse to sneak off and set-up a mistletoe under your door, her door, and the bathroom door.

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who basically barricaded the hallway to that leads to her and your room. she literally hung a white sheet in front of the hallway to hide what she’s planning.

“vi you’ve been there for two hours!” you whined, hand resting on your stomach. “i literally need to shit!”

vi popped her head out from behind the white sheet, “give me two minutes baby i’m almost finished.” she said then popped her head back in.

as much as you’d love to cuss out vi right now, you just couldn’t ignore the way your belly does flip flops the second she called you ‘baby’ (also the fact that it somehow made you no longer wanna shit).

approximately two minutes later vi popped her head out again, “close your eyes for me shortcake.” you sighed but closed your eyes anyways.

ꕀ flat mate vi ! who quietly turned off the light. she intertwined her fingers with yours as she held the white sheet open and leads you towards the hallway.

“okay shortcake, open your eyes.”

a gasp left your lips as you opened your eyes. the hallway was illuminated in nothing but white christmas lights hanging from the ceiling, it looked like something out of a pinterest board. personalized wreaths hung outside your rooms (yours had books, a guitar, and all your favorite little things. then vi’s had a hockey stick, a rugby ball, and a pair of boxing gloves).

“do you like it?” vi asked quietly.

you didn’t say anything, eyes still focused on the hallway.

“i-i can take it down if you-“

you cut her off by basically jumping into her arms, you wrapped around her in a tight hug burying your face in the crook of her neck.

“i love it,” you whispered against her skin. vi smiled down on you, her hands situated under your legs to support your weight.

ꕀ flat mate vi ! whose face you showered in kisses when you broke free from the hug.

a dopey smile played on vi’s lips as she leaned against your palm, eyes fluttered shut as your lips met hers. she sighed contently, her hands rest on your hips her as her thumb rub circles against your clothed skin.

vi has never felt so happy, so content. she felt as though her heart would burst from how hard it pounded against her chest.

“i love you,” she said. “i don’t know if it’s too early to tell you, but i love you. i have for a while now, and i understand if-“

you cut her off by shortly pressing your lips against hers. “i love you too, violet.”

ꕀ extra !

“oh. my. god.” powder exclaimed. she gripped her phone tightly, re-reading the text her sister sent her.

ekko raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, placing his guitar in it’s stand before walking towards his bed and plopping down next to her. “everything alright pow?”

powder didn’t say anything, instead she shoved her phone in ekko’s face. it took him a second to read the text but judging by the photo vi sent powder, he already knew what was up.

“can’t believe it took them this long to be honest.”

“cut them some slack little man,” powder rolled her eyes playfully before shooting vi a quick text. “it’s not like you’re any better.” she teased which made ekko roll his eyes.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” he replied, pressing a kiss to powder’s cheek.

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logoleptic-since-06 · 2 months ago

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Every Corner of This House is Haunted

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader, Angst, Profanity, Suggestive, Reader and Nanami are in their 30s, Cheating (but also not really), Not Proofread

Chapter I ■ Chapter II ■ Chapter III ■ Chapter IV ■ Chapter V ■ Chapter VI ■ Chapter VII

A/N: Incredibly sorry for this one (I just lied, I'm not sorry at all).

Nanami POV:

The one month that flies by feels like an eternity to you. You have sent the divorce papers to your husband over two weeks ago, albeit there has been no response. Numbers have been blocked and as a result, you find emails from him on a daily basis, all of which end up in your spam folder. Your days are spent within the four walls of Shoko’s apartment, working online and looking for your own apartment. And buried deep inside your drawer remains the shining commitment that you wore around your finger with much pride and love for ten years.

“Do you wanna go out tonight?” Shoko asks out of nowhere, catching you off guard.

“Where?” your voice is barely audible as you hear yourself speak.

“Suguru is back in town, we’re meeting at a bar tonight.”

Oh? It’s been a while since you’ve heard from Suguru. He’s always been someone you could rely on. Perhaps meeting him could help. You don’t want to spend your life sulking over a man you had to beg for attention from. Hence, you agree to finally leave the house.

You and Shoko arrive at the place before anyone else does. The black satin dress uncomfortably hugs your body. Your left hand burns with the absence of your wedding ring, like being stripped bare of the item that meant the world to you.

“Hello Y/N,” rasps the voice that, if you’re being true to yourself, had enraptured you the first time you had heard it. Something about the seductive voice had always made you giddy. When you finally look at him, you find yourself in front of a better version of the man you had known years ago.

Suguru has aged beautifully.

His long hair grazes over his back, a sweet smile masking his perfectly structured face. You and Shoko stand up to greet him. When you reach out to hug him, you catch a whiff of his cologne– the kind that makes you want to bury your nose in the crook of his neck.

Snap out of it.

Everything about your thoughts is wrong. You aren’t even divorced yet, and here you are having unholy thoughts about another man. Shame digs an endless pit in your stomach, making you take a step back.

The ring of Shoko’s phone breaks you away from your thoughts. Her demeanour shifts when she picks it up. “There’s an emergency at the hospital, I’ll have to leave.”

Within minutes you find yourself drinking in a private cabin alone with Suguru.

“So,” he breaks the silence. “How are you holding up?”

You take a sip from your cocktail. “It’s hard,” the truth easily rolls out of your tongue. “I’ve lived with him for so long, you know?”

“Understandable,” he says as he sits up straight. Did he just get closer to you? “I’m glad you stood up for yourself. It was very brave of you.”

“Thanks, Suguru.”

Your eyes meet his as you say that, your faces only inches away from one another. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears. “You deserve much better, Y/N.”

That little statement is all it takes for you to go against all your principles. You crash your lips into his and he responds with equal passion. The kiss is messy, hurried, like you’ve been starving for it– for anything that will validate you. He trails his kisses down to your jaw, making you arch your head backwards. Pleasure takes over you as a moan slips out of your mouth.

“Kento…”

If this moment was glass, you could hear it shatter from a million miles away. Suguru pulls away from you, his face still wearing a heartfelt smile and his eyes still holding an understanding glance.

“Suguru, I–”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, I–”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N,” he says as he stands up.

“I’m sorry…” you look up at him, your eyes glistening with regret.

“It was nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

He leaves you in the cabin as you feel a daunting feeling of guilt churning like acid in your stomach, drowning yourself in an ocean of shame and turmoil.

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kasagia · 6 months ago

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Dancing with the devil V

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem! royal!reader Summary: Things are getting a little more complicated. The bonds on your wrists are tightening, and you're running out of time to get out of your deal with the devil... but maybe you just have to accept that there's no escape from your fate this time? Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART IV ~•♤♤♤•~ PART VI ~•♤♤♤•~

"You look like you swallowed a frog. If you want the story of our happy relationship to stick, maybe you'd consider at least smiling at me to add a little credibility to it." Feyd walking next to you speaks maliciously. You tighten your grip on the crook of his elbow and dig your nails into him, dissatisfied with the fact that, as usual, he is in his armour, which makes him unable to feel the pressure of your nails.

"Actually, I am going to marry a frog. Very slippery and white." You grumble, looking away from him. Feyd rolls his eyes at you. He leans towards you, feeling you tense as his plush lips brush against your earlobe.

"Do swans swallow frogs? If so, I'd love to see you try it. Especially on your knees." You flinch, outraged and disgusted by his comment and the hidden meaning behind his words.

"You are disgusting."

Feyd laughs, placing his hand over yours on the crook of his elbow. You roll your eyes at him, but make no move to move away from him. You miss that carefree banter with him—the things you used to have when you were kids.

You glance at him and quickly remember that those times will never come back, that neither he nor you are the same people. And for a moment, you let your eyes stare unconsciously at him, imagining what it would be like if his uncle had never broken him.

You catch his gaze. A strange chill runs through, something you can't control. Oh, how you wish those icy blue eyes still belonged to that boy you knew. You look away and pretend to look at the flowers. You don't notice how his gaze turns icy as you look away from him, nor how his heart squeezes and various thoughts run through his head as he loses your attention. He nods to himself. You promised him that you would hate and despise him forever.

"And you are going to marry me. Also, your mind is as dirty as mine if you take my hints." He replies playfully, trying to push away the urge to dig his hand into the thorns of the growing flowers you're looking at. He must have shed someone's blood. Feyd forces himself to look away from you, and he does so just as his recently not-so-favourite Duke enters through the garden's gate. With a very extraordinary companion by his side. "Look who it is." He whispers in your ear and nods towards the new couple in the garden.

He feels you tense as your gaze lands in the direction he's pointing. He allows himself to take a moment to examine the crinkles next to your eyes as you squint them at the two people. He found your reaction quite cute. He always loved watching the gears in your head turn as you were creating your cunning plans.

"Michael and Y/F/N? What are they doing?"

"Talking as we see. And apparently they can act decently towards each other, not like someone." He points out at you, successfully hiding his resentment behind snarky banter.

"Shhh... we need to get closer to them." You shush him and pull him towards them.

Feyd reluctantly follows you, trying to suppress a smirk as you pull him through the corridors formed by the green hedges. He remembers the last time you led him through the gardens of your estate like this. But then, it had been for an entirely more... pleasant purpose than now.

Feyd, however, can't help but stroke your hand gently with his thumb, which you seem to ignore, too excited about your little investigation.

You suddenly stop; he bumps into your back, but you completely ignore it in favour of watching the two people walking through the garden.

"I am sorry, but it is… hard to believe for me that she actually can… marry him. I mean, I don't say that Na-Baron Harkonnen is a bad match, but… their union is quite… surprising and unexpected. Don't you think?" Feyd feels your grip on his hand tighten as you hear Michael's words.

Your nails dig into the skin of his palm, and you shed a little of his black blood. Feyd lifts your joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss there. He effectively grabs your attention. Your gaze focusses on your hands; he sees you holding your breath slightly as he brushes his tongue over the blood dripping down your finger.

"Son of a bitch." You mutter under your breath. Feyd frowns at you with his hairless brow as your attention returns to the gossiping couple.

"Me?"

"Not you. Michael." You explain to him, frustrated and angry, as you lean out from behind your hiding place near the hedge to watch the two of them closely.

"He is... but he also has a point here." His comment makes you frown, sending him one of your stern looks as you try to intimidate him. You yank your hand out of his grip and stare at him indignantly.

"What?! At which side are you?" You hiss at him, angry, for a moment, forgetting that you were on a spy mission.

"You barely speak to me at public events, let alone throw a flirtatious glance or even hint that you're interested in me in any way. Our engagement... is probably as surprising to society as it is to us both."

"Are you saying that people won't believe that YOU want to marry me?" You mock him, offended that according to him, in people's eyes, he may not want you, when in reality he was the one who had been persecuting you since you cut off all contact with him.

But actually Feyd was right in some parts. In the world of men, their opinion mattered more than women's. It was obvious that society would think that the... cooling of your relationship was initiated by him, although it wasn't like that at all. You shudder as your heart hurts at the mere memory of what happened between you two...

"I'm saying that in their eyes we are far from being lovers." He answers and glances at Michael, bile rising in his throat at the thought that you could willingly have feelings for someone like that, give him his affection and gentle touch, while Feyd could have only your pure hatred and disdain.

You clench your jaw and look back at him. You open your mouth to start to argue with him, but your anger subsides when you see his thoughtful gaze on Michael. You sigh, rubbing your hand over the back of your neck.

He was right.

You had been acting much worse towards him. You treated him not as your suitor but as your enemy. But if it weren't for Feyd, Michael would have taken you and your kingdom a long time ago. And the only thing you hated more than Feyd was the feeling of being in debt to someone.

"Hm... I think I see your point." You reply thoughtfully, still watching him. If it weren't for him, you'd be walking by Michael's side, and it would definitely not be by your own free will. And he certainly wouldn't have let you speak up and do the things that you did with Feyd.

But then again, Feyd wasn't such a saint. He took advantage of your difficult situation and put a ring on your finger without hesitation. But if he hadn't done that, would Michael have backed off from attacking your planet? Besides, who knows what he'll do if he becomes convinced that your relationship with Feyd is a sham?

If Michael attacks your planet, how could you be sure that Feyd would be able to send Harkonnen's troops to war? That the Baron would let his soldiers fight for a planet that wasn't his?

You had to make sure that your influence over Feyd remained, that he was completely charmed and bewitched by you, and that he was addicted to you. You had to give him as many sweet gestures and words as you had given your previous suitors, to be sure that he would do exactly what you wanted... but how in all this are you supposed to protect your heart from being broken and not let yourself be charmed by the prince of Lankiveil once again?

So when you see Michael and Y/F/N coming your way, you decide to do what you do best. Play.

"What are you... mph!" Feyd's words get stuck in his throat as you grab his neck and pull him into a passionate kiss.

The kiss surprises you as much as it does him. But for different reasons to each of you. Just as Feyd is surprised by the feeling of your lips on his again, the way you reach for him and grab the lapels of his armour, pressing your warm, soft body against his toned chest in black metal armour, you are surprised by how good he feels against you.

You didn't know why every time you kissed him, you felt an electric shiver run through your entire body. You had kissed many men, but only Feyd's strong hands that gripped your waist, his full, plush, soft lips, and the intoxicating scent of musk and just him made you feel things that no one else could. And as much as you loved it, you were afraid of the effect he had on you and of the power he held over you.

Your only consolation was that you had as much power over him as he had over you... maybe even more.

You whine, digging your nails into the back of his head as you instinctively reach up to pull at the hair he doesn’t have. Feyd growls against your mouth and grabs you hard by your waist. You gasp and pull away from his lips as your back hits the green hedge.

You pant into each other’s mouths, staring into each other’s eyes as you both catch quick, ragged breaths. His nose brushes against yours as he closes his eyes and runs his hand through your hair.

"You... you don't even know... how difficult it is to be so close and yet so far away from you." He whispers, digging his fingers into the back of your head. You blink a few times, staring at him. You raise your hand and hesitantly reach for his cheek.

His eyes suddenly open as he tenses at your sudden touch. He gives you a questioning look. You swallow, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Feyd instinctively buries and presses his face into your palm.

You hold your breath, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. He shakes his head slightly and leans down to caress your lips with his again. You sigh softly, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth and join in an oh-so-familiar dance of passion with your own. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, digging your fingers just below his neck as he tightens his grip around your waist, pressing your body against his muscular torso.

There’s a gentleness in your kiss that you haven’t seen from him since you were kids, and a possessiveness that makes your heart beat faster and creates an annoying itch between your legs that you know only he can soothe.

“I think I have an idea,” you whisper as he brushes his nose against yours, his hand travelling from your waist to your cheek. You shiver as he caresses it with his thumb as gently as he can.

"You have?" He asks surprised, moving his gaze between your lips and your eyes.

You blush, realising what you've unknowingly gotten yourself into. You swallow hard, staring at him wordlessly, not knowing what to say to him.

Then you notice a sudden movement behind him.

You push him away from you with the speed of light and fix your dress, trying to look at least a little presentable, when Michael and Y/F/N (finally) appear in your field of vision.

"Oh... my apologies; we didn't want to interrupt anything." Y/F/N says, staring in pure shock at you two. Michael looks you up and down. An involuntary cold shiver runs through you as his assessing gaze shifts from you to Feyd, who places a hand on your back, guiding you towards the pair who have arrived just in time to see his swollen, kiss-red lips—exactly how you wanted them to see him.

"You didn't interrupt in anything, right, my lord Na-Baron?" You ask, sweetly addressing your fiancé. Feyd thankfully refrains from showing his surprise at your sudden change of heart towards him and decides to join in and play your game.

"Not at all. My beloved was just showing me the beauty of the local gardens. Although I have to admit that they do not compare to hers."

"You've seen her garden, Na-Baron?" Michael asks mockingly, suggesting something completely different than the garden you are in. Y/F/N blushes, clearing her throat. Feyd digs his fingers into your back in anger, trying to keep himself from physically responding to Duke’s words.

"Yes. On (Your/home/planet). You didn't?" Feyd mocks him, but you know from the tension in his muscles that if he could, he would cut Michael's head off right where he stood.

"I, too, found them quite... bearable. But I thought the Harkonnens didn't attach much importance to something as feminine as the beauty of palace gardens."

"We don't. But we do attach importance to our women and everything that interests them." The tension between the two of them is very palpable. On one hand, you like the way Feyd refers to you as his woman, but on the other hand, you can't drown out the little voice in the back of your head that tells you that this special treatment will end the moment he puts a ring on your finger. And then you'll be his servant. Someone slightly better than the concubines he had.

"How honourable and gentlemanly. I would not have expected that from you either." Michael comments mockingly. Feyd presses his hand harder against your back, playing roughly with the material of your dress. Before he can respond, you grab his arm, forcing him to look at you.

"Na-Baron is a special man. You will confirm that, won't you, Y/F/N?" You ask your friend sweetly with a smile on your lips, momentarily turning your gaze away from the furious Harkonnen.

"I... must admit that Na-Baron's loyalty and honour were a pleasant aspect of my time on Giedi Prime. Rumours don't reflect the full scope of his... complex character."

"And I have the great honour to unfold it." You say with a huge smile, catching the gaze of Feyd's icy blue irises. You stroke his arm with your thumb, drawing small patterns on it as you try to calm the rage boiling inside him. You don't know how you would explain Duke's sudden, unfortunate death to society.

While talking to Michael and Y/F/N, you notice the look she throws to your almost-fiancée and the way Michael basked in the glow of her attention. You’re not jealous. But you can’t help but notice the obvious... threat to you in the way their gazes linger on each other a moment too long or the accidental brush of their hands.

If there was more to these two… Michael would have access to most of your secrets through Y/F/N. And they would both become significant political opponents for you on your path to the Imperial throne.

With Feyd by your side, you might have had a chance of fulfilling your dream. And even if you didn't, being Baroness Giedi Prime was just as high a title, higher than your previous suitors could give you. You reluctantly had to admit that Feyd wasn't the worst match—at least when it came to political matters.

You maintain your mask of false politeness and smile, forming a plan in your head. You will not allow these two to join. Through marriage or anything else. So when Feyd escorts you to your chambers, you ask him a question he has not expected:

"How would you react if I was walking in the gardens with a man other than you?"

"I… where does this question come from?" He asks confused and suspicious.

"I was just wondering. Michael and Y/F/N were pretty close, I suspect your brother wouldn't like that. He'd probably kill him on the spot."

"That royal, cowardly little bastard has deserved to die for a long time now. If you're curious about my brother's reaction, tell him. I'm sure it wouldn't be long before Y/F/N was his wife and locked away on Giedi Prime in his chambers."

"For usurpers of kingdoms, you are as greedy as you are possessive." You snort, mocking him as you reach the door to your chamber. You let go of his arm and are about to open the door when Feyd suddenly presses you against it, your wrists in a tight grip, his chest pressing against your back.

"You haven't seen anything yet, little swan." He whispers, his lips brushing your earlobe. You shiver as his tongue traces a path to your neck. "As for your question, you can see for yourself. But I warn you that I am not responsible for the fate of anyone who dares to get close enough to touch you." He mumbles against your skin, his teeth grazing it.

You gasp as he bites into your necklace, sparing the skin over your collarbones. You just don't know if you're gasping with relief or disappointment that he didn't sink his black teeth in and taste your blood.

"You have no right to decide who touches me and who doesn't." You growl at him angrily, struggling in his arms. You gasp as he grips your waist tighter and pulls you closer to him, not leaving even an inch of space between you.

"I will, after our wedding."

"Who said you'll live to see this happen?" Your threat doesn't impress him. If anything, it only turns him on more, as he proves by pressing his growing arousal against your ass.

"Mmm… and I thought you had hidden your teeth for today. You chirped so sweetly at me, glued to my arm. I almost believed that you saw me as more than just a sexy beast that you like to fuck."

"You are an unmannered savage." You gasp as his lips find the weak spot on your neck. He nips and licks, sucking a hickey that you’ll have to cover up later, but right now your biggest concern is getting out of his arms.

"The savage on whose fingers you fall apart every time we are alone." He gasps into your ear, allowing you to break free from his arms.

You turn to face him, your hands on the doorknob, breathing quickly as you plan how to get into the room without letting him in. You breathe heavily, feeling his saliva on your neck as he stares at you with a hunger so great you doubt if you've ever seen one in the eyes of any of your suitors.

"Screw you." You growl hoarsely and quickly open the door. At the last moment, you close it in Harkonnen's face.

With shaking hands, you lock it and take a step away from him. You breathe heavily, staring at the oak in front of you and listening to him pounding furiously on it, as if he were strong enough to punch through it with his fist. For a moment, you think he is.

"You will soon!" A cold chill runs down your spine at his shout. You listen carefully for his footsteps as he steps away from the door.

You sigh in relief and rest your forehead against the cold wood, trying to sober up from the sudden heat and adrenaline of what just happened.

Feyd was right. If you don't get out of this uncomfortable engagement, you'll be his for good. And he can do whatever he wants with you. Your prince from Lankiveil was long dead—you had to stop deluding yourself. Yes, Feyd treated you relatively well, but you're well aware that Na-Baron won't be so gentle with you anymore. If you end up with him on Giedi Prime as his wife, his behaviour will change 180 degrees, and you'll become just another one of his toys.

What else could you expect from a man with three concubines that he treated like pets? He was just like Rabban... just like Baron.

You promise yourself in this moment that if you ever become his wife, you will take your own life. You would rather die than be a slave and prisoner to Giedi Prime… than become the same as what your sweet Feyd has become.

"How could you do this to me?!" Y/F/N bursts into your chambers before your maid can open the door for her. You frown, placing the necklace on the dressing table and turning to look at your furious friend.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. By the way, good morning to you too." She snorts derisively at your words and throws the latest edition of Lady Whistledown on the dressing table.

"It's about how I was supposedly... found in a compromising situation with Michael. It somehow got through to my parents and Rabban; they want to speed up our wedding, and I'm supposed to leave for Giedi Prime tomorrow. Only you and Feyd saw me with Michael that day. So...you're Lady Whistledown." You stare blankly at the piece of paper for a moment, then at your friend. You start laughing, completely unconcerned by her angry expression.

"Do you really think... that I'm Lady Whistledown? Of all people? I mean... I get that you don't suspect Feyd at all, but me? Your best friend? I have to admit it hurts a little. But in your situation, I'd probably make similar accusations, so I'll forgive you this time."

"Who else?! You're the perfect fit! Lady Whistledown has never written anything scandalous about you!"

"Because I am insignificant. My family is not the one that counts in the political arena and in society. However, I think my engagement to Feyd will change that."

"You don't even want to marry him! Don't even lie to me! You know very well you won't! You could give him to me!" She shouts at you with tears of rage in her eyes. You freeze, staring at her in shock at her sudden outburst. "He's the only decent man there! If you don't have any serious plans to marry him, give him to me. At least in this way, save me."

You stare at her for a long moment, your heart beating fast and your mouth going dry as you swallow nervously. You dig your nails into your palms and close your eyes, taking a single, deep breath.

"Y/F/N... leave."

"What?"

"Get out of here before I do something I'll regret." You growl at her furiously, glaring daggers at her.

You clench your fists so hard you feel like they're about to bleed. Luckily, your friend gets the hint and leaves without looking back. You take a few calming breaths, trying to calm down, to get your emotions under control.

That fucking bitch wanted you to give up your Feyd so she could marry him!

What annoyed you even more was the fact that you actually didn't like the idea of giving him to someone else. Or the idea of being his wife, of becoming his plaything. Unless… there really was more to him than the shell of Harkonnen he was showing you.

You sigh, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Things are delicately fucked up. You planned it to go differently, but apparently, as always, you had to come up with some plan B. And this Plan B wasn't exactly what you wanted to do at the beginning. But now you had no choice. And it terrified you a little more than you were willing to admit.

The Scandal of House Harkonnen!

Dear gentle reader, this season has been providing us with the perfect amount of drama and unpredictable turns of events. Just a few days ago, this author uncovered a secret romance between Lady Y/F/N and Duke Michael, (which ended in a turbulent departure for the young lady's fiancé's home planet. This author wishes the newlyweds of Giedi Prime all the best.), and now more scandalous dealings are coming to light from the Baron's successors.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Na-Baron of Giedi Prime and Lady Y/N's recent fiancé, turns out not to be as alien and hostile to the young lady as we all initially thought. The two, especially Lady Y/N, hid their ardent feelings for each other from the eyes of society. This author has learnt from a trusted source that the pair of lovers had something in common for much longer than they let us all know.

It all started when these two were still children. Even then, they began to be seen together often, becoming inseparable until Na-Baron and Princess Irulan were officially betrothed by their families. However, as it turns out, the arranged marriage was no obstacle for the two. As was Lady Y/N's relationship with the late Paul Atreides (may his spirit rest in peace). The young couple's love story turns out to have more twists and turns than we ever deared to assume, but their feelings seemed to stand the test of time, and eventually (under the rather unexpected annulment of the marriage contract by the Harkonnens with the Emperor's consent and the death of Paul Atreides), the two became engaged.

The question is… how much did they both have to sacrifice to get here? What dirty political games did they get involved in? And will there be a wedding between them since we're all familiar with Lady Y/N's runaway bride syndrome?

This author is as curious about the young couple's past as is about their future and can't wait to see what happens in the folowing weeks. This author just hopes no more deaths will have to come before the young Na-Baron Harkonnen gets his hands on his elusive swan. He evidently intends to ascertain this as most young men do—in the darkness of the palace gardens and the nooks of the palace, where, despite everything, the eyes and ears of society are able to reach and observe everything these two have tried to hide from us.

This author wonders what we will hear first: wedding bells, war cries, or a funeral march? Because with these two, everything is still possible…

"What were you thinking?! I didn't raise you to be a whore!" You listen to your mother screaming while you stare dispassionately at the fire in the fireplace.

A sudden urge to burn yourself in the flames crosses your mind, but you hold it back, realising that it would be a rather painful death. You glance at the mirror you've shattered and shiver at your reflection in the pieces that haven't yet fallen to the floor.

You were still in your nightgown, your hair matted and uncombed, your eyes red with dark bags under them. You lost. You really did lose.

Now you had to marry Feyd. Or kill yourself. You don't know which yet. Maybe you should give him a week or a month? See if he really is a monster like Rabban or Baron? You lost anyway; what difference does it make if you cut your throat or poison yourself a few weeks later?

"You should have been taken away from that monster when you were children! I knew he would have a bad influence on you! He poisoned your mind, told you nonsense, and you probably believed him again, like a stupid, silly, insignificant noblewoman! Like a whore! And this friend of yours… tell me, is she right when she accuses you of being Lady Whistledown?"

"Do you think that I would willingly ruin my reputation just to make Y/F/N believe that I am not Lady Whistledown? I value our friendship, but not that much to ruin my life to lie to her and make her believe that I'm not Lady Whistledown. Now I have to... marry HIM. Do you think that I would choose him for all of the men? That I would willingly trap myself in the marriage with this psychopat? I was supposed to be an empress! I was supposed to rule over my stupid husband, and now... now I'm going to be a plaything. I'm perfectly aware of what happened, mother. And believe me, I'm not that stupid little girl anymore. I don't want him, I don't love him, and I don't care about him in any way. I... it's not my fault that Lady Whistledown wrote that load of crap about me. But now I have to drink the brewed beer. And trust me, I'll do it with my head held high, like you taught me, or I'll die trying. I… I just need time alone to think about it."

You wonder from where you have the strength to answer her at all—that you continue to lie and pretend to have control over a game that became too wild to tame a long time ago. You have tangled yourself in the web of your lies and intrigues, and now it is time to pay the devil back.

You don't even hear your mother leave. You just curl up in a ball on the bed, pressing your knees and stomach into the pillow as you cry into it.

You're not going to fool yourself; you won't survive a day on Giedi Prime. You can't get up every day and put on your armour, fight everyone there, and have no allies. Because you're absolutely convinced that 'the kind treatment' Feyd gives you now is temporary. He'll let you think you can be his equal, marry you, fuck you, and take advantage of your temporary submission, and then, on Giedi Prime, he'll show his true colours and hurt you more than he's already done. Or he'll throw you away when he gets tired of you. You don't know which would be worse, his apathy or his brutality, his sadistic joy in suffering of others—something he was known for.

You cry until you have no more tears. Your mouth is dry, and you continue to howl pitifully and silently, curled up on the bed like a wounded animal as you clutch the pillow to your heart with all your might.

You wonder what kind of curse hangs over you? Is it punishment for all the bad things you've done, all the court scandals you've caused, all the noble romances you've exposed, and all the reputations you've ruined?

You always wanted to be the greater woman—the one everyone admired—who did whatever she wanted and who had control over her life. But now... now you realise how hopeless your situation is. You will have nothing. All you will be degenerate to is his wife, his plaything, his pet, his breeding cow.

You should stay cool and composed in this situation; figure out how to move forward after what you wrote as Lady Whistledown, but now... now you see nothing but your dark future, from which there seems to be no escape.

So you howl in bed like a wounded animal, biting your pillow and trying not to make a sound as you despair over the fact that this is probably where your life will end.

"My Lady, Na-Baron wants.."

"Tell him to go away." You gather enough strength to keep your voice from shaking as you answer your maid.

"But..."

"TELL HIM TO GO AWAY!" You scream and throw the poker at her, which you had been using to play with the ashes from the fireplace, before your uncontrollable sobbing began.

She ducks, terrified at the last moment, and closes the door behind her. You sigh, wiping your tears angrily, and get out of bed. You go to your closet and pull out your warm, formal coat, registering the screams from behind the door in the background.

You're on autopilot, getting dressed, and heading for the door. You had no rational plan at all. You just needed to get as far away from here as you could.

"You're finally starting to act like an adult... Y/N? Where are you going?!" As you push through the doorway between him and your maid and run forward, Feyd shouts after you.

You hear him mutter something under his breath before his quick footsteps echo through the halls of the Corrino palace. You run forward, your heart pounding as you traverse the familiar halls of your childhood, turning into the less travelled ones to lose the pursuing Harkonnen.

You know Corrino's palace much better than he does, so after a few complicated moves, you manage to reach the stables alone and far ahead of him. You saddle your horse and trot to the exit gate, never once looking back.

Tears burn your cheeks as you choke on your own sobs, holding on tightly to the reins of your horse as if you were holding on for dear life. The wind whips against your face, terrorising your already red eyes. You bite your hand, trying not to cry as you steer your horse into the forest, heading for the only place you could truly be alone and far away from the black cage in which you locked yourself for the rest of your life.

You sigh with relief as your horse pushes through the mud and reaches a small cave in the forest at the foot of the mountains.

You smile fondly, dismounting your horse and petting his flank as you lead him inside. You light your lighter and look around, searching the darkness for the torch you left behind ages ago.

When you manage to light up the place a little, you pull the lever, activating the mechanism of the old shelter and closing it. The stone moves and closes the main exit with a loud crack.

You remember how, as children, you, Irulan, and Paul used to come here to play.

It was your secret hideout, a base of sorts. You remember how Feyd used to try to track where you disappeared when your parents were busy with meetings. Of course, he only went on these hunts when his uncle was also attending the meetings. Sometimes the Baron would stay in his chambers, leaving the responsibility of conducting the negotiations either to his oldest nephew or to his advisors.

Feyd was nowhere to be found during those days.

You didn’t know why. And you still don’t, and the whispers and rumours you’ve heard are so awful that you don’t want to believe them or even consider whether they could be true.

You shiver, preferring to recall in your head the memory of finding Feyd spying around your hideout rather than all the terrible rumours you heard.

“Did you get lost on the way to the training grounds?” You ask with a smirk as you watch Feyd jump, surprised at how you snuck up on him.

"Since when do you stop tripping over your own feet?" He responds to your teasing with one of his own. You laugh, shaking your head and lean against a nearby tree, staring at the 17-year-old in front of you.

"I had a good teacher." You praise him, taking out the dagger he gave you and throwing it, aiming it at him. The blade misses him by millimetres and embeds itself in the tree trunk behind him.

He turns and looks at the trunk behind him. He nods in appreciation and looks at you, barely keeping a smirk from spreading across his face.

“Not bad.” He nods and pulls a dagger from the tree. He walks over to you, standing so that the tips of his fingers touch yours. You lift your chin, staring at him defiantly as he traces a pattern from your hip to your collarbone with the tip of the dagger.

Other people, more sensible ones, and those who didn't really know Feyd, would be afraid of Harkonnen putting a blade to their skin. But you had known him too long for even your heart to race with fear at his actions—actually, it raced for a much different reason.

"But it made your blade a bit blunt now." He whispers, his gaze never leaving your collarbone. You lick your lips, watching as he stares at you, waiting for the slightest shiver from you—any sign that you're afraid of him. But he sees nothing. And that shocks him immensely.

As usual, you amaze him. When everyone else feared the Harkonnens, shunned his company, and saw him only as a cruel monster hungry for blood, you tried to be there for him. But over time, this closeness between you, instead of becoming bliss, a diversion from his terrible new life on Giedi Prime, became... dangerous. For him, and for you.

His uncle commented more and more often on how glued he was to your side and how he followed you like a lost puppy seeking your attention. And Feyd really tried to distance himself from you, to create distance between you, so as not to arouse anyone's suspicions... because Feyd would slit his own throat if you were hurt. If you suffered because of him... if you went through the same thing he had at the hands of the baron.

But every time he thought he had finally managed to scare you away, you would come back, as if the place next to him would naturally belong to you. And Feyd was too weak to let you go completely, to willingly deprive himself of your blessed presence, which was a balm for the wounds inflicted on him by Baron and during the time he spent on Giedi Prime.

He entered every "gladiator fight" he entered with you in mind. With every blood spilt on the Giedi Prime's arena, he imagined that if he didn't do it, if he didn't take the lives of these people, he would no longer have the opportunity to return to you.

At first, it was difficult for him to deal fatal blows. But over time, the sight of death became so natural to him that he was afraid that Baron would train him to the point where he wouldn't be able to control himself. That he would kill someone iontally... that he would kill you.

But Feyd was a selfish man… that's why he can't let you go so easily…

"I'm surprised you're anywhere other than training. It's been hard to find you free lately." You continue to banter, your hand moving to the dagger between you. You wrap it around the blade, your gaze never leaving Feyd's blue irises. He swallows hard, trying to push away any dirty thoughts about the ways you could use that dagger on him, and tries to think of a good response.

"Why? Did you miss me?" He asks, smiling evilly, showing a row of teeth as black as night on Giedi Prime. And instead of flinching like the others do, you answer him with a smile so beautiful that his heart stops beating for a moment and he almost gasps for air.

"I did." You admit it openly. Feyd is on the verge of a heart attack.

"You... you did?" He asks, swallowing. He curses himself mentally for allowing you to so easily destroy his composed, indifferent, mocking demeanour, to break through the shield he so meticulously puts up against himself and get to the most vulnerable parts of him.

"Yhm..." You hum, and before he can even notice, you’ve knocked the dagger out of his hand. You push him against the tree trunk behind him and press the blade against his pale neck. He swallows, his Adam’s apple brushing against the cold steel as he is looking deep into your eyes. Feyd feels his pants grow uncomfortable and tight as you lean forward, your chest brushing his as you whisper in his ear. "You must have missed me too, since you're spying on me."

"I don't…"

"Really? So why were you following me? Did you want to catch me here alone, or maybe you thought I was dating some secret admirer and wanted to catch me in the act?"

"Why? Do you want me to be jealous?" He asks in his husky voice, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Would you be?" You ask in a whisper, licking your lips. His eyes move between your eyes and your mouth, and you decide that this is your perfect moment.

So you lean over and kiss Feyd-Rautha for the first time.

It's a perfect distraction. Irulan and Paul emerge from their hiding place and flee, leaving you alone with Feyd… and you take advantage of this opportunity as long as you can.

You drop the dagger and wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Feyd’s hands land clumsily on your hips, squeezing you, reaching for parts of your body he’s always wanted to touch.

He moans into your mouth, trying to take control of the kiss, trying to respond with equal tenderness. He caresses you gently, experiencing for the first time... the other side of intimacy. Of course Feyd feels the same passion and desire as you do, but this kiss... it's soft, tender, expressing emotions that neither of you is ready to say yet but is ready to show some of them in this kiss.

He kisses you as if that were the only thing he was supposed to do for the rest of his miserable existence. He kisses you as if he were still the sweet prince of Lankiveil you knew. He kisses you as if it were the beginning of your future together. He kisses you with a gentleness unlike any Harkonnen. He kisses you with a promise that you'll know only his kisses for the rest of your lives. He kisses you as if it were the last good thing he could do. He kisses you like you're his only solace and joy. He kisses you as if he would never have the opportunity to do it again.

And you pray to every god you know that this won't be your first and last kiss at the same time.

You shudder as you light the fire. A pleasant warmth surrounds you, allowing you to warm up for a moment. You stare blankly into the fire, sitting on the ground and wrapping your arms around your legs.

You freeze as you hear movement behind you. Your hand automatically reaches for the dagger hidden in your coat. You listen using all the knowledge you've gained from training with Feyd and wait for the attacker to strike first.

Your heart is beating fast, your palms slightly sweaty as you wonder what the hell is in this abandoned shelter besides you.

The attacker rushes towards you. You dodge and twist the arm of the man who attacked you, slamming him into the stone floor, trying to wrench his own dagger from his hand. You struggle with the man who has a scarf around his head, kicking him, dodging his blows, and in doing so disarming him, straddling him. You unwind the scarf from his head and gasp in shock as you see his face...

A face you never thought you would see again.

"Paul?"

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an artists muse- a viktor fic.

ten.

[nine] [ten] [eleven]

but look at the flowers you crushed.

It had been a week since Viktor and you decided it was a good idea to do the project separately. A week since the two of you had the painful conversation of the past. It led to horrible after effects for the both of you. In different but similar ways.

Viktor had shut himself away in his room. Not leaving unless it was to go to class, the bathroom or to get a few groceries. Other than that he was locked away like a familiar princess. At this moment he’s repeatedly scanning over his slideshows before clicking to his emails. His mind lingers on the subject bar.

Backspacing his words then retyping similar things all to end up with “project.” He includes the slideshow along with a few other things. Asking when you think you’d be done with your end. Once he presses send his chest tightens. Did that come off harsh? Hopefully not.

“Okay, you think this looks good?” You ask, sticking out the tip of your tongue as you think aloud. “Mm, little crooked.” Claggor speaks from across from you. The two of you sat in the cafe, working on your board for biology. Claggor offered to help you since you kept whining about not having motivation to do anything.

“I’m going to stab you with a pencil, what am I doing wrong?” You threaten as you try to place the piece of paper differently. He laughs at you, taking the sheet and setting it down. “There.” He simply announces and you glare up at him. “That’s literally what I just did!” You exclaim with furrowed eyebrows. “No, yours was crooked.” He argues and you just press your lips together, not wanting to make a scene at a place you go to regularly.

You didn’t stop going to the cafe, still coming before class and as of lately, after class. Your friends have been joining you as they’ve been quite worried about you. Wanting to keep you company and distracted from, well yourself. You appreciate them extremely. You probably would’ve fallen apart without them.

“You’re an idiot.” You tell him under your breath and he raises a brow up at you. “What’d you say, didn’t hear you?” He puts a hand up to his ear, pretending to be curious. “Because if I’m an idiot I can just stop helping right now.” He goes to scoot off the booth but you put your arms out. “Claggor, I didn’t mean itttt.” You pout, and he chuckles.

“Apologize then.” He folds his arms. Your face goes straight. “Suddenly I don’t care anymore.” You go back to working on the board, gluing the paper down on the cardboard. He shakes his head, doing the same thing.

The cafe door opens and four bodies emerge inside, chatting with one another. “Are you sure he’s going to want to see us?” Mel quietly asks her boyfriend, arms holding one another's. “Why wouldn’t he want to see his best friends?” Jayce questions with a smile and she clicks her tongue. “He doesn’t seem like himself lately, dear.” She reminds him and his smile falters a little bit. “Yeah… I know. But maybe getting a pick me up will, you know, pick him up. Emotionally.” He explains, Vi goes right up to the glass where the pastries are. Dragging Caitlyn with her.

“Oh, a chocolate croissant.” She points, her finger pressing against the case. Cait smacks her hand. “Don’t smudge the glass.” She gives her girlfriend a dirty look. Violet sighs dramatically. “What looks good to you.” She holds Cait’s hand, ignoring the fact that she was just slapped like a child. “Whatever you want is fine with me.” She shrugs her shoulders. Vi grins. “We can share a few things then.”

“Aren’t we here for Viktor?” Caitlyn points out but it didn’t mean much to the pink-haired girl. “We are, but we can hang out for a bit.” Jayce says, secretly wanting to try a few things as well. And from the corner of the cafe you glance over to the group. They were loud so that’s what caught your attention at first. Then the fact that Violet was with them made you curious. You were with her brother. Claggor didn’t care though.

He did however catch the fact that you kept looking at them like you needed to say something. “What do we even get him?” You overhear Mel ask, crouching down to look within the glass. “I think he likes pineapple. He’s obsessed with pina coladas.” Jayce informs them and you take a breath, holding it. Wanting to tell them it's the coconut. Not the pineapple. “There’s nothing with pineapple here.” Caitlyn states.

“What’s the closest fruit to pineapple then?” Vi asks and you wince at that idiotic question. “Maybe he’ll like the cherry danish.” Mel purses her lips out as she thinks. “We should probably just get him the coffee before we leave.” Jayce sighs, he at least knows his best friend’s coffee order by heart. It’s just black coffee.

They order their stuff and sit down. You were watching them the entire time. Claggor was surprised they didn’t feel your gaze burning into them. “Almost done with your side?” He startles you with his question and your head immediately turns in his direction. “Huh?” Your eyes were wide and he laughs. “Your side, did you finish gluing?” He repeats himself and you let out a small ‘oh.’ “Um, y-yeah.” You stammer.

“Just gotta decorate now!” You clasp your hands together. He nods his head as you get out the colored pencils and stickers you bought. This time you don’t feel the eyes that are on you and Claggor. “Isn’t that [Name]?” Caitlyn whispers into Vi’s ear who was not very discreetly staring at you. “Mhm, that’s Powder’s best friend. You’ve met her.” Vi tells her. “I remember.” Caitlyn hums. “Sweet girl. But isn’t that Viktor’s [Name] as well?” She inquires.

“Yeah,” Vi sighs. “Does your brother have a thing for her?” Jayce suddenly speaks up, leaning in with the two to stare at you. Mel pinches the bridge of her nose at the three. “No, of course not.” Violet shakes her head. But then seeing the two of you laughing and talking the way you guys are she begins to second guess herself. “Um… I mean they’ve always been close.” She adds.

“Maybe he’s comforting her during this weird time with Viktor and her.” Caitlyn says in a hopeful tone. They then watch as you place a sticker on Claggor’s face, bursting into laughter. He scrunches his nose and then does the same thing to you. “She seems happy.” Jayce puffs out his cheeks. Not being as hopeful anymore.

“Happier than Viktor but this is also a singular moment. We don’t know what’s going on behind closed doors.” Mel reminds them, taking a drink of her frozen lemonade. “That’s true, plus I would know if Claggor had a thing for [Name]. Mylo’s a blabber mouth.” Violet bites into her chocolate croissant.

The four then move on to a different topic, finally looking away from you. “Alright, let’s go meet up with Mylo before he gets all pissy.” You stand up from the booth, stretching out your body. As you and Claggor clean up your area you glance back to the four. They looked like they were getting ready to leave as well.

Biting your bottom lip. “Um, I’m going to order something real quick. Get the rest for me?” You tilt your head to the side with a smile. He rolls his eyes playfully. “Get me something too.” He tells you and you nod.

You skip to the counter, and the worker eyes you up and down before forcing out a smile. “Can I get a uh,” you peer over the glass. “A coconut puff, a black coffee and that uh chocolate chip cookie.” You request with a polite smile.

You pay for the order and it doesn’t even take two minutes before the worker hands you your things.

With a quick “thank you,” you head over to the four. Feeling your heartbeat race. Your mouth goes dry as you place the things down. Was this a stupid idea? Did you look like a creep? A stalker? They all gape up at you.

“I uh… I heard you wondering what to get Viktor. Sorry for eavesdropping but he likes coconut. Not pineapple.” You force out a giggle. Vi and Jayce peek over to one another with knowing smirks. “Anyways, I wanted to pay for it. Don’t tell him. Please.” You hold the chocolate chip cookie behind your back. Feeling incredibly awkward.

After them not saying anything for a few moments you go to walk away but Mel speaks up. Annoyed that the others didn’t say a thing first. “Thank you, [Name]. I’m sure he’ll appreciate getting something he actually likes.” She says and you look back at her. You give a smile. “Of course, can I ask something actually?” You question.

“You just did.” Jayce teases and you perk up. “Another one then.” You chuckle. They all motion for you to go ahead and you take a deep breath. “Is he okay? He obviously doesn’t want to see me and I respect that. I’m still worried though.” They watch your demeanor grow sad, witnessing actual heartbreak right in front of them. The complete opposite of how you just were with Claggor minutes ago.

The sticker on your face mocked you it seemed. It was a sun that had a drawn on, smiling face. “He’s getting better.” Jayce lies, Vi knits her eyebrows together, giving him a look and he waves her to stop. “Made him smile the other day! Don’t worry about him. He’s a grown man.” Jayce gives you thumbs up and your shoulders fall with relief.

“That’s good, I’m glad. He deserves to be happy.” And as you say that sentence they see something you were trying your hardest to hide. Your actual feelings. The tears that keep welding and building in the creases of your bottom eyelids. “You do too, hun.” Mel reaches out to touch you but suddenly you're putting on a mask again.

“Thank you,” you take a step back from the table. “Have a great day, I hope Viktor enjoys the puff and coffee.” You beam before heading to Claggor who was waiting by the door for you.

Vi waves to him and he does a small nod. “You ready?” You look up at him, you look like you’re about to cry. “Let’s go.” He opens the door and you lead the way out as he holds the board for you.

The four all turn to one another. “Holy shit, she’s like worse than Viktor.” Violet says to her friends, climbing out of the booth. Reaching a hand out to Caitlyn. Jayce grabs the trash as Mel picks up Viktor’s things. “Yeah, girl is beating herself up real bad.” Mel frowns. “We’re telling him, aren’t we?” Caitlyn quizzes.

“Oh yeah.” “Duh.” “Yeah.”

“Viktor, Viktor, Viktor!!!” The four chant as they open the door, Mel holding the coffee and coconut puff in the air like trophies. Viktor was lying on his bed watching a show on his phone. He pauses the show in an irritated manner, sitting up. “What are you doing here?” He sneers at them.

“Oh, hush it, take the coffee and puff from your girlfriend.” Jayce shoves the stuff towards their friend. His face contorts in confusion. “Girlfriend?” But nonetheless taking the stuff and staring down at the name that was written on the cup. You didn’t think that one through… It was a wrong spelling version of your name but still… your name.

“Did you guys tell them to write her name? This isn’t how you spell it.” He insults them and they all laugh. “No, it was [Name]. She must’ve forgotten that they write her name down.” Jayce tells him sincerely.

Viktor thinks back to it and if it’s the worker he was thinking about they always write your name wrong. Seemingly on purpose because they have this weird dislike for you. You’ve complained about it quite a lot.

“Mm, how did you guys bump into her? How long until you bombarded her with questions?” He peers up at them with a bored expression, taking a drink of the coffee. “You think so lowly of us.” Caitlyn grimaces and Viktor points a finger, motioning to wait a second. “Lowly of Vi and Jayce. You two… not so much.” He clears up. Mel and Caitlyn smile but their partners jaws slack open in offense.

“We didn’t ask anything, actually. She asked us a question.” Vi folds her arms proudly. Jayce hits her. “Dude.”

“What I thought we were telling him everything.” She whispers. “We are.” Mel sighs.

“Is she okay?” He suddenly asks, shocking them. The same question you asked. You two were riding similar wavelengths. It was interesting to witness. “She seemed, how do I put this?” Jayce thinks, getting cut off by Vi. “She was a mess dude, mascara ruined. She did not seem happy.” She lies and the three all pinch her.

She slaps their hands away. Turning to them. “Go with it.” She mouths.

Turning back around. “She asked if you were okay as well. She’s worried about you. It’s tearing her apart.” Violet pretends to be solemn. The three eventually go along with it, nodding their heads. Viktor was suspicious at first but truly thinking about it and envisioning what they’re saying made his chest ache.

Seeing you upset and tearing yourself apart over him… He doesn’t like that. “Oh.” He murmurs. “Yeah, well you should talk to her, maybe. I don’t know. We gotta go though we have our afternoon class.” Jayce says with a shrug, pushing the three out in a hurry. “Uh, okay.” Viktor waves awkwardly.

But now that he’s alone again he has to think about you being upset over him. He fights the urge to text you. Even as much as he wants to… He can’t do it.

Something was holding him back.

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