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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Arcane Characters + Aftercare

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Finn, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hickies, scratch marks, aftercare, bathing, food and drinks, talking, soothing kisses, slow and gentle sex

A/N: Aftercare is really important. At least that's what I've heard lol. And there just isn't enough of it depicted in fanfics.

Jinx would kiss and ask about every mark she's made. In the moment you liked it but do you like them still?

She'd wonder if she was too hard on you and carefully take note of every bruise she's made, gently brushing her lips over them, tracing them with her fingers and tongue, loving the way you sigh against her and arch your back further into her.

"That looks a like it hurt sweetheart. Was it painful? You should have said something then. You liked it eh? Well that's good, but if I ever go too hard you'd tell me right? I don't... actually want to break you. Tell you what, I'll kiss every single mark better? Sound good?"

Vi loves to cuddle you after sex. No matter what the two of you did prior she will give you the absolute best cuddles afterwards.

She'd wrap her arms around you, low on your back and pull you close, your face on her chest, her lips kissing your forehead and the top of your head. She loves the way you nuzzle close into her and trail your fingers across her muscles, making her let out a pleasant exhale.

"Oh damn sweetstuff, you really went at it tonight huh? What's the matter? Felt pent up hahaha. Well truth be told I did too. And you know what I feel like right now? Squeezing you against me and never letting you go again? Food? I don't need that when I have a snack like you in my bed."

Caitlyn would bring you what ever you wanted to eat and drink. She'd also memorize your favorites and cook them for you afterwards while you took a short nap.

For her keeping her strength and energy up is important for her job and she has the same attitude when it comes to aftercare. She will make sure you are hydrated and that you get to have your favorite snack while the two of you talk about your plans for the rest of the day, or the next day depending on when you have sex.

"Here you go darling, I brought you all your favorites. Why do I insist on this? Well I know you like them and I know that you're feeling quite happy right now, I just want to keep the energy going. Fine, yes I also want to make sure you have enough energy for... more, if you want."

Ekko likes doing nice things for you as aftercare. He wants you to know that he will take care of all your hearts desires both in and out of the bedroom.

He'd make little gifts for you while you watch, always having something to work on in arms reach, bring you lots of soft blankets for you to cuddle up with, have your favorite fruits on hand and ready for the two of you to playfully tease each other while you eat and enjoy the afterglow.

"What do you want this time Firefly? Oh you know I can make anything, I'm very good with my hands as you've pointed on many times, and not just tonight I might add. I can bring you something to warm you up sure, wait here. Will these do? Ok, then just give me a little bit of time, I'll make you something pretty, just like you."

Silco likes taking it really slow for the next round, slow kisses, slow sex, and the most gentle of touches that you can imagine.

Oh he's very aware that you love it when he's rough and just takes you like you belong to him, but he also knows how you can't help but melt into him when he's kissing your neck, his lips barely against your skin as he slowly and gently thrusts in and out, keeping you on the edge of an orgasm until he finally tells you to let go again.

"You were wonderful, my darling. How about something a little more... delicate this time around? Let me worship you hm? Take my time with you, slowly, savoring you. Easy now, I know you're still sensitive, I promise I'll make this worth your while."

Sevika likes both giving massages and being massaged. Sex is a great way to release stress but she also needs something to slowly get rid of that post orgasm high.

Her body is always humming with energy after a good round of fucking, and she knows yours is too. You're shaking all over, and she wants you calm. She's start at your shoulders, working her way down, pausing at a few choice spots to tease you a little before moving on. As for herself getting the massage, she likes it when you straddle her thighs and massage her shoulders and her muscular back.

"You doing alright there sweetheart? Aww, you're shaking. That good huh? I know what you need. A little kiss. And a nice, long, deep... relaxing massage. Oh I know what you were thinking. Gods that's why I love you. Now try to relax for me. That's it. Still so obedient for me."

Finn... is not good with aftercare. For him it actually happened on accident at first and then just became a habbit.

He was asking about the things you liked most, wanting to know how he can make you come undone even harder, asking if there was anything you'd like to try next time, or if you wanted him to do anything special for you. He wasn't really thinking of it as aftercare but you notice that he does become a little softer when he's asking these questions.

"You came a lot for me this time kitten, but I'm thinking... I can make it even better for you, make you scream louder, absolutely ruin you for everyone else. So tell me... how can I make that happen? What does my pretty toy want from me hm? Have a favorite position? Tell me all your dirty secrets."

Viktor craves closeness and intimacy, so for him he likes to take a short nap with you, to recharge and back in the comfy afterglow with you.

He would whisper to you, telling all the things he wants to do with you, where he wants to go, the dates he wants to take you to, but his vice would quickly trail off into murmurs and then into soft snores.

"I'm feeling kind of worn out darling, and I see you yawning as well. How about a little nap before we take a bath and maybe get some food afterwards? You know, I have a few days off soon, maybe we can go somewhere? Where would you like to go on vacation?"

Jayce loves talking to you after sex, about anything and everything, or just talking to you, or maybe even reading together and to each other.

He just likes the sound of your voice, its soothing to him and he knows that you like it when he reads a book over your shoulder, you holding the book for him while leaning against his chest, giggling every now and then when his words tickle your ear.

"Where are you going babe, I thought we were gonna... oh, haha, you just wanted to get the book. Do you like listening to me read that much? Really, even science books? Well I'm guilty of that too, I could listen to you for hours. Come here then, I need your pretty shoulder to lean on."

Mel will shower you with endless praise and words of love and affirmation.

Weather it be about the things you did while you were having sex or just the things she admires about you in general she never runs out of things to like about you. While she's whispering sweetness in your ears she'll also softly trace patterns on your back, loving the way you melt from her touch and praise.

"You did such a good job darling, especially toward the end. I especially enjoyed that trick you did with your tongue. You always did have a talented mouth. And I'm not just talking about sex. You have a real way with words. Of course you do, I wouldn't have fallen for you just for your good looks."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #finn x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #arcane smut #league of leguends #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagine #league of legends smut

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thatanimewriter · 5 months

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RETROUVAILLES.

➳ synopsis: v. to meet again, especially after a long time apart

➳ character/s: hayama akira, tsukasa eishi, riku dola, morinozuka takashi, lie ren, winter schnee, qrow branwen, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, jirou kyoka, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius, shamir nevrand, vi, ekko, dan heng, blade, gepard landau, fushiguro megumi, zen'in maki, nanami kento + any of your faves

➳ warnings: fantasy!au (character is a knight, you are the royal they serve), medieval shit, major character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injury, childhood friends to almost lovers, accidental murder lol, intentional murder, reader described as beautiful, hurt/no comfort, angst, gn!reader (as always)

➳ word count: 2k

➳ notes: the thing got graded finally, so you can now have it. sorry for any hurt feelings (not really, that was the whole point of the story-). character list is just some characters i DO write for that i think work for this story. also this won't be tagged properly, but it's fine

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

to them, the weight of their golden armour is equal to that of guilt and grief. the castle they swore to protect is a permanent reminder of their shortcomings, though they never expected to return so soon. their metal-clad figure decorates the deteriorating structure in flecks of fragmented sunshine along the sandstone hallways. the kaleidoscope of light is no longer disrupted by the servants’ shadows. instead, the faux sun lurks on the walls as they drag their feet along the floor. the scraping of metal along stone replaces the low murmurs of maids and the light footsteps of staff as they flitted around the castle. the echo is deafening, and they realise they despises silence. it isn’t true silence with the clanking of their armour, but it makes them painfully aware that they are a survivor. the rattling of metal causes them to be uncomfortably conscious of their isolated existence. glancing through ajar doors that line the walls, they longs for a semblance of home, yet they are met by blood-stained tile and mangled corpses littering the floor in unappealing heaps of sunken cheeks and open wounds.

anita yasmine rosie luka penny william-

they step around them, gaze flickering to each of the faces paralysed by a still heart and wishes to lay with them, to feel the sticky black blood seep through their clothes and be held by the icy arms of death. they steel themselves against the pungent scent of rotting flesh, waving off the flies lingering around their head but failing to break through the helmet that conceals their shame and anguish.

the squeal of rusty hinges makes them close his eyes as they shakily exhale. their eyes flutter open at the quiet groan of the floorboards, and their breath hitches in their throat. it is as if colour returns to their vision, and they are several years younger, free of the faint crow’s feet stemming from the corners of their eyes and the dull ache in their chest.

it’s… the same. but you're not here.

silk sheets lay neatly atop the mattress, and the pillows remain meticulously arranged. they think if they sleep under the covers, they might smell your floral perfume on the pillowcases. they don’t entertain that idea. the sunlight filters through the translucent curtains, highlighting the blanket of dust that settles on the furniture and floor. the room hasn’t changed much since childhood; though it was sporadic, they were permitted inside. nonetheless, it was timeless. throughout all the phases of your life, it still felt like you.

they eye the vanity, clear of clutter but filled with nostalgia. the hairbrush is likely unusable – at least not without lacing dust and bugs through one’s hair – but it looked the same as when they originally gifted it. strands of hair weave between the bristles, and they wonder if their own locks are hidden away in the forest of DNA.

the maids would have cleaned the hairbrush since I was a child.

they don’t touch anything; they knows what is tucked away in the drawers and boxes. there is one thing they allows themselves to taint with their touch. they pry a brick from the wall, reaching into the pocket of secrecy they’d made with you. a matted velvet box graces their armoured fingertips. they don’t feel the texture, but the box size is familiar. they carefully pluck it from the treasure trove of memories and broken promises, sliding the brick back into place. gently unclasping the box, they smile softly at the two rings that lay side by side.

“one day, i’ll marry you!” they proclaim as you sit on the floor of your balcony. you giggle at their proposal and inquire about the rings you would wear if you married. “rings?” “you have to give me a ring to tell everyone that we’re getting married.” their little shoulders slump, and a pout forms on their lips. they sheepishly scuff their foot along the ground and tries to ignore the tears in their eyes. “...i don’t have one.” you sigh but give them a hopeful look. “but eventually you will?” they quickly brighten and grin through their tears as they lift their head to look at you. “yes! it’s gonna be like no other ring in the whole kingdom!”

they pocket the box and glance at the balcony. they kneel and bow their head, resting their right hand on their heart. when they rise, they look at the room before gently closing the door behind them as if you has retired for the night, and they don’t want to wake you. a practised method that hasn’t entirely left their bones.

as they descend the stairs to the ballroom, they nearly smile at the memory of the ball before the tragedy that befell the castle. they don't let it break through the perfectly crafted mask of neutrality. not when the ballroom floor is occupied by more lifeless bodies and darkened blood smears. they look to their side, wishing they could relive the memory of the ball and hoping they can look into your eyes as they escort you down the stairs, hoping you can share one last dance.

but you're not here…

they raise their arms, supporting the memory of everything they long to return to, and waltz. there is no music, yet their timing is precise, and despite having no dance partner, their form persists. they ponder the events of the tragedy as they glide along the bloody floor and skirt around the dozens of corpses, each bearing a face they'd seen a million times and maybe even a little more.

they can almost feel the weight of the spear they carried that day as they dance. they could hear your deafening scream as you were pulled into the crossfire. the sound follows them into their unconscious, a horrifying alarm. they never forgot the ache in their heart as their spear pierced through you. a human shield is a cowardly move in their mind, but the culprit had succeeded if the goal was to leave them with insurmountable guilt.

they come to a halt, bowing to the ghost of you. recalling your morning together beneath the gazebo, they gravitate to the imaginary scent of tea and pastries. the winter sun doesn’t fully reach them through the armour, and they attempt to resist the welcoming rays of warmth that beckon them to stay longer. they sit on the concrete bench they had called dibs on when they were twelve, ignoring the dull pain in their chest. slowly, they remove their armour. the metal feels warm despite the thin layer of ice along the lake the gazebo resided by.

the metal plates rest neatly on the bench, and they shiver at the fresh, cool air that tickles their skin. they sigh and roll their shoulders free of lingering tension, allowing themselves a moment of tranquility. their eyes – drops of sunshine that had fallen from the heavens according to you – scanned the garden that built their childhood and adolescence. the twitch of their fingers goes unnoticed as they reminisce about their training to become a knight. the tightness in their throat is unacknowledged when they see the statue of you standing tall, proud and beautiful atop a marble pedestal. they wonder if the sculptor had taken a cast of you rather than building beauty with a reference. they clench their fist, imagining your fingers laced between theirs. they've memorised the sensation, embedding it into their brain each time your hands embraced over the years. flicking the box open, they let the rings fall into the palm of their hand.

“like no other in the kingdom”. heh… what an understatement.

they chuckle at their craftsmanship. it is what is expected when an eight-year-old finds wire to make a ring. they observe the jagged circle – if you could even call it that – and the haphazardly hidden wire ends that made them feel like an ant had bitten them. it was irritating beneath their little armoured hand, often coated in a thin layer of sweat, but now they crave the sharp sting that fades to a dull ache. perhaps the discomfort has travelled from their calloused and scarred skin to their weary bones and heavy heart.

they mindlessly hum a tune from their childhood as they unwind the wires, straightening them as best they can. their nimble fingers falter as their vision blurs, but they intertwine the wire into a band of love as the soft melody cracks and fades away. in their tunic, they shed responsibility and don youth while they recraft the rings as if they could rewrite history. the art of creating jewellery didn’t embed itself in their flesh and bones like combat did, despite their parents teaching them before they left the village.

a cold wind kisses their skin, and they wet their lips, gazing at their workshopped rings with a smile you claimed could warm even the most hostile souls. they rise with a newfound energy, standing before the ethereal marble effigy. their breath crystallises as they stare into the stony eyes of the statue, slipping a halo onto their ring finger. they don’t dare to tear their gaze away and finds their vision joining the misty gardens again. a short apology escapes them as they climb onto the plinth, slide the accompanying token onto your marble finger, and lay a chaste kiss on your icy forehead. they dismount the pedestal at the sound of shouting and is struck with a familiar paralysing experience. they can hear their pulse in their eardrums over the voices, and their limbs itch with the desire to escape.

no. i stay.

the faces that emerge from the tall grass aren’t familiar, but the old, blood-stained uniform brings ease. they don’t hear what the intruders declare over their heartbeat, but they focus on the sword shared between the looters. a sudden movement breaks their concentration, followed by a new ache in their abdomen, and they are acutely aware of the sword skewering their organs and poking through their tunic. the sturdy marble pedestal makes an ugly screech against the metal before meeting their back. they hiss when it’s pulled from its temporary sheath, dripping with red and shreds of tissue. the blood that coats the blade slides down the statue’s base, gathering in their hair and absorbing into their shirt. as they slump against the surface, they let their eyes flutter shut, and they faintly hear the footsteps of the intruders grow distant.

they frown as they lay on the lawn, ripping dry skin from their lips with their teeth. “can i ask you a question?” “you just did,” you respond with an ounce of playfulness. “what if i fail?” you turn to face them with narrow eyes as if you dared them to elaborate. “what if i can’t protect you?” you stare for a moment as you debate your answer. they gaze into your eyes and look for a hint of uncertainty but is met with their insecurities as they reflect their image. you flash a gentle smile and pick a blade of grass from their messy mop of hair. “i’ll see you soon, won’t i?”

a final smile tugs at their lips, and they exhale, weakly lifting their hand to look at the ring that failed to shine in the sliver of sunset light. the warmth disappears beneath the horizon, permitting the stars to adorn the navy skies, and their hand falls to the ground.

see you soon. i missed you. in our next life, maybe…

#shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #no game no life zero x reader #ouran high school host club x reader #ohshc x reader #rwby x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #arcane x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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Can I request Vi, Ekko, Mel & Jayce with an urban climber S/O? Basically, their S/O loves to climb buildings & skyscrapers using nothing more than some climbing shoes & a bag of chalk, without any safety equipment.

Urban Climber S/O

Fandom: Arcane

Characters: Jayce, Vi, Ekko, Mel

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: This is an interesting request, I like it!

Ekko

He tries to act like he’s cool with it but he can’t help but panic at the fact that you don’t even have safety gear.

Sure he remembers when Vi and her group would go to Piltover and just parkour like crazy, but you’re his S/O so it’s different.

Would ask you to at least have a hover board with you. Just in case you need some extra help.

Probably does send someone out (if he can’t go with you) to make sure you are staying safe. Not that he’d admit it to you because he does think you should have your freedom, he’s just concerned.

Mel

The amount of reports she ends up with about you climbing on random buildings in Piltover definitely keeps her busy.

As a member of the council, she really would prefer you to not do such activities unless you have people with you to make sure you’re safe.

She also doesn’t want you to end up dying due to you being too confident in your abilities.

Mel won’t stop you though, she firmly believes in letting you learn from your mistakes. She just hopes that you are in a condition where you can learn considering the danger in your occupation.

Jayce

Honestly it’s best if you don’t tell him what you’re doing because he doesn’t know if his heart can take the idea that you might slip and fall at any given moment.

Yes he knows you have a lot of experience in doing this and he knows you’re probably very careful, but just thought that there is nothing keeping you steady or attached to anything scares the crap out of him.

Another one to make sure someone goes with you to make sure you stay safe.

He would 100% go instead, but his council duties make that very difficult and cause him to have increasingly grey hairs because he’s stuck worrying about you instead of getting work done.

She thinks it’s cool what you do. Also smart that you use climbing boots and chalk, she didn’t even use those when she used to parkour in Piltover.

Does tell you to stay safe and gives you a kiss before you leave to go climbing. There is a bit of her that worries, but this is something she’s done countless times before and she’s fine so she trusts you’ll also be okay.

If she’s not busy, she’d love to go with you.

Probably has to apologize to Caitlyn later with the reports of her and you tearing through on buildings, but at least she’s not stealing this time.

#arcane x reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane jayce x reader #arcane ekko x reader #arcane mel x reader #vi x reader #jayce x reader #ekko x reader #mel x reader #jayce talis x reader

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ffiahh · 10 months

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PROJECT PLUTO

Sevika and Vi Roommate AU

Sevika gets an unwanted pink rat as a roommate.

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Silco

Mentioned Characters: Powder, Ekko, Lux, Mylo, Claggor, Vander

Pairings: Powder x Ekko x Lux (mentioned)

Content Warning: Cursing, arguing, hinting of drugs, description of smoking, brief mention of food, brief mention of death

Word Count: 3141

☾*:･ﾟ✧. so, my first full fic on here. credit to my sister for this prompt. its basically kind of like crack, (maybe?). there is NO romantic intent between sevika and vi, none of my works with them will be, they just bicker like siblings, maybe even like parent and child. yes sevika is desi in here, she will be desi in any of my pieces of work that includes her. whether she is from pakistan, india or bangladesh, i don't know. that can be debated.

What the fuck.

Sevika was undeniably pissed. It was a normal occurrence for her to be angry over things she couldn’t control; whether it was a stupid employee fucking something up, or if she didn’t have any of her makhan bada stocked in the fridge, or if her mechanical arm wasn't co-operating with her brain. Or the way she could never get her ponytail right, even if it is the simplest of hairstyles. But this. This took the cake. Nothing pissed her off more than the two brats that seemed to wedge their way into her sweet simple life; it felt as though they stuck their little, grubby fingers so far up her ass to pull out her guts only to throw them right back at her face. Brats.

Sevika curls her nose up in distaste, her prosthetic fingers twitching to curl up in a fist; her eyes squinting distastefully at Vi. Vi had a cocky smirk on her lips; the kind that had the corner of her mouth lazily pulled up. It pissed Sevika off; if it weren’t for the very expensive, fine China vase she would gladly throw a punch. Or two.

“What is this pink rat doing here? She's my roommate? I don't want it.” She at least is thankful the blue one isn't here. Ugh.

Vi’s smirk seemed to deepen, scoffing quietly as she walked toward Sevika. She even walks stupidly. “I have red hair now, see?” Sevika lets out a distasteful growl, as Vi so nicely shakes her disgusting red hair in Sevika’s face. Sevika lets out a guttural groan as she turns her head away, her hand pushing at Vi to move her away, Vi only staggers slightly before she finds her footing again, leaning against the back of the sofa, the smirk disappearing for a small snarl to take its place.

Silco only blinks, looking at Sevika before he slips his hands into his pockets. He decided not to wear his fake eye today, just a flesh of pink left behind his eyelids. He sighs quietly. “You have agreed to a roommate, Sevika.” Silco shifts his weight slightly, his shoulders hunching as he does so.

Ugh. His posture is horrible.

Sevika’s lips curl into a frown as she gestures a hand to Vi. “You didn't tell me it was her.”

“I knew you would refuse if I did. I am doing this for Powder, she will be staying until she is able to find a place for herself. It won't be that long.”

Sevika clicks her tongue, crossing her arms against her chest. “Why couldn't she have stayed with Powder? Or the other brats?”

Vi crosses her arms as well, her hip jutting out slightly. “Mylo is essentially homeless; he's staying with Powder, Ekko and Lux right now, and Claggor only has one room at The Last Drop.” Vi then scoffs, her face scrunching slightly as she throws a hand toward Silco. “I don't want to stay with him.” Vi tightens her arms over her chest, clicking her tongue. “He says your house is bigger.”

Sevika runs a hand down her face in exasperation. “I regret helping run a pharmaceutical business.”

Vi scoffs, her eyes lowering down Sevika’s form before she sneaks a glance back at Silco. “Just a pharmaceutical business?”

Sevika snarls, her body hunching up and her hands curling into tight fists. She starts to take a threatening step toward Vi. “Why you-”

“That's enough. Vi will be staying here. End of discussion.”

It’s been a week since the pink rat stole the extra space in her humble abode, Sevika didn’t like it. Vi didn’t do anything; she was just there. Always there. Sevika would always see an extra pair of shoes and slippers by the door, and would find short strands of red hair on her living room sofa, or would even see her stupid red jacket lazily thrown over a random, poor sofa or chair. Sevika heard her when she tried to go to bed, when she talked too loud and could hear her heavy footfalls thundering around the apartment for bathroom breaks. How much water does she fucking drink? She heard her when she laughed loudly at her own jokes.

You know what’s worse? They’re dad jokes, Vi laughs at her own dad jokes. It was as if a little angry, red old man moved in.

Sevika sighs deeply, stretching her arms over her head. Usually, she would be… okay starting the day, with a nice cup of tea and makhan bada, a nice workout. Normally, her days were quiet, calm and alone. That was until the pink rat took the room opposite hers. Her presence inflating to every inch of that room, nothing of Sevika was left. The audacity. Sevika also has an inkling that she's been stealing her food. The little shit.

Determined to catch Vi in the act, Sevika bounds to the bathroom, and quickly but thoroughly takes a shower; she doesn't allow herself to shiver and jerk at the cold water before stepping out, wiping herself quickly. Sevika takes a seat to connect her prosthetic arm, her mind drifting to whatever Vi could be doing in the kitchen. God, she’s going to raid the cabinets, take everything her small body can consume. Or, what if she uses all her loose tea leaves? That shit is expensive. Soon enough, she’s gargling the last of her minty spit out in the sick, before she finds herself in the kitchen with Vi… playing video games? In the kitchen? At 9 in the morning?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Vi swivels, yes swivels- her head to give Sevika an incredulous look, her fingers still over her keyboard. “Playing video games.”

“Have you even eaten breakfast?”

Vi doesn’t bother looking up at Sevika again, as her eyes are glued to the screen. “What are you? My mum?”

Sevika doesn’t answer to that but lets out a determined grunt as she stalks toward the fridge; a shiver just went up Sevika’s spine at the mere thought of even going anywhere near-

“Who’s Jinx?”

Vi lets out a sigh, blinking slowly at the screen, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “It’s Powder. Now, shut up; stop distracting me.”

Sevika grunts, her lips snarling as she opens the fridge. Her eyes scan the fridge; finding her sweet box, filled with makhan bada, she takes it out gently; opening the lid. One, two, three, four, five, si- the little shit. Sevika turns to look at Vi; whose attention is still on the laptop in front of her; Sevika squints; Vi doesn’t look nervous; her eyebrows are furrowed, and there's a little curl on her top lip as she concentrates, her grey eyes scanning the screen. She doesn’t look guilty, but she is. Sevika knows deep down. She has to be.

Sevika breathes heavily through her nose, closing the lid gently as she places it back in its fridge. “You’ve eaten my food.”

Vi just briefly looked up at Sevika, before they glued back on the screen again. “No, I didn’t.” The look of a lying, thieving bitch.

Sevika blinks at Vi. “Yes, you did.”

“Did you see me?”

This b- “No.”

Vi hums, smiling triumphantly at the sound of a woman shouting ‘VICTORY’ swimming out from her laptop speakers, as she leans back on her chair. “Then I didn’t.”

Sevika can feel a vein start to pulsate on her temple. “You and I only live here.”

Vi shrugs, her fingers gliding across the trackpad before closing the lid on her laptop. “You don’t know that. Somebody else could be living here, they could be living in the attic.”

Sevika gives Vi an incredulous look; she can almost feel the steam coming from her ears. “This is an apartment, it doesn’t have an attic!”

Vi gives Sevika an incredulous look of hers in return, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her elbow reaching up to rest against the back of her barstool. “The basement then.”

Sevika breathes in deeply, her nostrils flaring; something Vi supposedly finds funny. Sevika could almost feel her hair grey 20 years quicker. “Don’t touch my food!”

Sevika wants to die. She could only stare up at her ceiling as the horrid sound of ‘music’ ruptured her eardrums, her eyes angrily running over the corners of her ceiling. I should get the ceiling repainted. She sighs heavily, glaring at the ceiling when the volume increases; it felt as though the whole apartment was dancing. Sevika could have sworn she saw her pictures shaking slightly. She hopes that her fine China vase is safe.

Sevika- embarrassingly enough- jumps slightly; her arms under her chest squeezing against her body, when the horrid music… started to scream. Screaming?

Sevika grunts to herself, ripping the blankets off of her, not bothering to put her slippers on before she’s pounding her large fist on Vi’s bedroom door, hard enough that Sevika swears there’s wood splintering. Sevika doesn’t waste another moment to raise her fist, before the door flies open and Sevika is looking down at Vi.

God, she’s short.

“Turning the fucking music down!”

Vi leans against the doorframe, waving a finger at her ear as she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. Sevika doesn’t bother hiding her eye roll, as she bulldozes through Vi and into her room. She can vaguely hear Vi shout behind her, underneath all the horrid layers of music she decided to haunt the entire apartment building. Perhaps, baking cookies is necessary now.

Vi can only raise an eyebrow at the way Sevika is frantically looking around her room, her short ponytail bouncing along with her, before Vi stands up straight, her mouth agape as Sevika angrily smacks the speaker, the piece of tech hitting harshly against the wall before the music stops, small pieces of plastic falling from the gadget and landing on the carpet with a small thud.

“You broke my speaker!”

“You’re playing God awful music! I’m doing us all a favour!”

Vi splutters, pointing her finger at the ground as she stomps her foot lightly. “Don’t bring God into this! My music is not that bad!”

“You don’t even believe in God!” Sevika snarls, her fists curling tightly. “I’m trying to sleep!”

Vi scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest, as she shifts her weight to one foot, jutting her hip out. “At this hour? Letting your old, wrinkly body rest and recharge?”

Sevika could only let out a disgusted grunt, the statement bringing a visceral bodily shiver as she turned her head, as if keeping the pink rat out of her sight would help her, with the kind reminder of what her body could end up like. It did not. “Don’t talk about my body like that! I’m only like 10 years older than you!”

“10 years too old!” Vi then gestures to the broken speaker; shaking her hand at it for emphasis, laying on the floor, in sad broken pieces. “You have to pay for my speaker now!”

Sevika waves a hand dismissively at Vi, huffing as she crosses her arms over her chest; her eyes lazily running over Vi’s room. “What am I? Your mother? Paying for your shit.”

Vi glares at Sevika, her nose scrunching as her lips turn into a small frown. “The shit you broke!”

Sevika scoffs, rolling her eyes again. “I couldn’t find the off button, which wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t put your music so fucking loud!”

Vi lets out a loud groan, her hands coming up to tug at her slightly before she turns to stomp out into the hallway. “Ugh, I can’t wait to move out!”

Sevika lets out an amused sound that sounded like a merge of a laugh and a scoff. “You and I both! Maybe, then I’ll get some peace and fucking quiet!” Sevika lets her arms fall to her sides, looking around Vi’s bedroom. “And pick up your shit! This room’s a mess!”

Vi doesn’t bother turning her head to talk, as she reaches the end of the hallway. “You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mother! My mum’s dead! Ass.” Vi throws in a colourful middle finger for good measure.

Vi sighs, blowing out a puff of smoke as she rests her head against the back of the sofa. She can feel her whole body relax, the calm settling over her heart, and weighing her limbs down. It felt nice, sure her mouth was a little dry, her stomach wasn’t settling right- it wasn’t the milk from this morning- and to everyone else it looked as though she had cried for a whole night, and she could have sworn the blue petals on the fine China vase were waving at her but it felt nice. She should stop, but another side effect of weed is poor judgement so she carries on. Vi is probably on her 3rd joint, when the front door opened, the shuffling and a quiet thud of boots falling to the ground before-

“What the fuck?”

Oh, Sevika’s home.

Sevika’s nose curls as her lips carved into a frown, she’s in trouble, Vi realises; so she doesn’t bother saying anything, as she brings the joint up to her mouth again, breathing in the faint citrus taste, before the smoke escapes her mouth and nose.

“Why are you smoking weed in my living room?”

Vi smacks her lips, seemingly distracted by the whirls of smoke coming from her mouth before she remembers that Sevika asked her a question. “Ah, just wanted to piss you off.”

Vi could only hear Sevika grumbling, before the joint was roughly snatched from her hands, Vi’s reaction was delayed, so she could only stare wide eyed as Sevika glares at the joint, squeezing it slightly in her hands before she brings it to her own mouth, taking a puff. Vi glares at Sevika, an almost confused look on her face. “Oi!”

Sevika just blows out the smoke, her eyes watching its movements before it disappears quickly. She turns to take a seat by the sofa, her large hands harshly smacking Vi’s feet off the coffee table, wiping the glass as she lets out a grunt when she takes a seat. She stares at the joint between her fingers, taking another puff before she leans back on the sofa. “Shit.”

Vi could only snap out of her; she turns to stare at Sevika, her eyebrows raising before a smirk falls onto her face. “Go, old hag! You only live once, amiright?”

Sevika just grunts; sending a harsh glare at Vi from the corner of her eyes, taking another blow from the joint; letting the smoke fly from her nostrils. Sevika did not think she would be smoking weed in her living room next to the pink rat she unfortunately calls her roommate, but she’s here smoking weed with her angry pink roommate.

Surprisingly, Sevika and Vi lost track of time; the living room reeked of the strong, pungent smell of weed, if the living room wasn’t open plan; the whole room would have looked like fog. It made Sevika’s head spin; but being high on weed helped, it also helped with the thought that she was actually smoking weed with Vi, it greatly helped without any conversation or arguments.

“So-”

Sevika groans loudly, knocking her head back on the sofa.

“Damn, who pissed in your tea?” Vi keeps her gaze on Sevika; letting swirls of smoke escape from the corner of her mouth. In Sevika’s eyes; Vi looks like shit; her eyes were bloodshot; her face looked too long and her hair was too red. Most times she looked like a worm. In Vi’s eyes, Sevika looks like shit, her eyes looked as though looking at everything all at once, Sevika’s hair looks as though she shook it a million times, and dragged it across her floor. Vi thinks she would have been a bear in her past life.

Sevika pinches the bridge of her nose, taking another quick puff from her joint, letting it swim out of her mouth when she sighs. “Just- this brat was talking my ear off today at work, and- just shut up, okay?”

Vi reaches forward to snub out the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table; bending the small stick and wiping her hands off of any excess leaves. She leans back on the sofa, interlocking her fingers in her lap as she gives Sevika a knowing look. “The pharmaceutical side or the pharmaceutical side?”

Sevika could only stop smoking to give Vi an incredulous look, her top lip pulling up in distaste before she blows out the smoke into Vi’s face, smirking when Vi grimaces, blinking her red eyes. “Little shit.”

Vi’s own lip pulls up in a snarl, as her eyes run over Sevika’s form once, before they land back on her face. “Bitch.”

“Don’t talk to your elders that way.”

“Now you want to be older.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just interlocking her fingers over her stomach as she settles down into the sofa, sighing loudly. Vi is a sleepy stoner.

“What happened at your work that got you here?”

Vi didn’t feel so sleepy anymore, she stared wide-eyed at Sevika, her senses were slowly coming back to her and she felt as though she was in her own body again. Fuck you, Sevika. “Shit, umm…” Vi sighs, running her hand over her face, before she pulls back her hair, huffing slightly when it falls back into her eye again. “My.. ex trainer got sacked for sexually harassing his intern, I’m still looking for a trainer. It’s not good habit to book fights without one so…”

For once Sevika was too stunned to say anything, looking down at the way the tip of the joint burnt softly. Sevika clears her throat, tapping the joint, and watching the way the ashes fall into the ashtray. Don’t say it, Sevika. Don’t say it. “I can be your trainer.” Fuck you, Sevika.

Vi’s face looked as though Sevika grew another head, her eyes scanning over Sevika’s face for any deceptions. “...Sevika? Are you sure this is you? Maybe let the weed effect go away. Come back to me in an hour.” Vi waves her hand dismissively, leaning her head back onto the sofa, closing her eyes again.

Sevika lets out a huff, rolling her eyes. “I used to have fun sparring with Vander before he died, wouldn’t mind having something like that again.” Sevika sneaks a glance at Vi from the corner of her eyes. “I’m only going to ask once.”

Vi smacks her lips, a sigh falling from her lips as she slowly raises her head to look at Sevika, before she shrugs. “Sure, why not?”

Sevika huffs. “I still want you gone, brat.”

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sihakadan · 1 year

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how would they react if you told them to come sit in your lap to cuddle? really interested to see how jayce would react... or sevika

Lol, ok but some of them are huuuuge so excuse me if I make it a bit too silly. I just can't see getting away with some of these without some sort of mishap or major teasing. Like the challenge.

Kinda NSFW, but more implications than actual smut. MDNI.

Silco

-The look on this man's face when you ever so sweetly asked him to take a seat on your lap.

-Could not tell if you were joking or not.

-Cue long inhale of his cigar when you told him you were not

-Fine, you wanted him on your lap? Then he would sit on your knee

-Smirked when you hugged his midsection

-If walked in on, would act like nothing was happening. If mentioned, he would just tell them that the chair wasn't as comfortable

-High key loves it

Jinx

-In your lap already

-Will play with your hair (if you have any). If you don't, she'll scratch your scalp.

-She usually straddles you so she can talk to you face to face.

-Will fall asleep on you. Looks like an angel when she is asleep, head on your shoulder, relaxed.

-Precious baby

Ekko

-When you ask him, he is at his work bench, so he just chuckles and doesn't look up.

-"Wait, say that again?" He will turn around and look at you like you had just dropped a bomb on him

-Will definitely stare at you, trying to process it

-Shrugs and goes and sits next to you, making you pout

-Will sit in your lap awkwardly because isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

-When he finally accepts his fate, will lean back on you. Best cuddles will ensue

-Will ask again in the future

Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-So confused by the request. Also, he is way bigger than you? It would not be comfortable

-Did sit on you though to prove his point that it would not be a good idea

-You almost died

-Will instead lay his head in your lap

-Stares at your face with those pretty green eyes of his like he is trying to memorize your features

-That is exactly what he is doing

-Lots of palm kissing and will ascend if you play with his hair

-Touch his ears, you will end up on your back praying to what ever god your worship

-You touch his ears

Vander

-"Darling, I really don't want to get a medic tonight."

-But he finds it so endearing that you want to hold him how he holds you

-Even though he won't sit on you, he will sit in between your legs so you can at least wrap your arms around his shoulders, rub them to ease his stress away

-This brings about lots of cheek kisses, you whisper in his ear how much he means to you

-Man works hard and has a good heart. He deserves to be loved and held

-You will end up in his lap instead, but the hold is very tender

-The kids will eventually join you and it is the cutest cuddle pile you have been in

Finn

-Hahahahaha. No.

-Nope

-Will stare at you deadpan while flipping his lighter, head tilted in curiosity

-He's not gonna do it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand what you are getting at

-Drapes his legs over yours and teases you while giving you the most intense look

-Oh. Yeah, you are gonna get fucked as soon as you two are alone

-Runs his fingers over your jaw, shoulders, neck, and any where he can touch

-Ends up in his lap. I don't think I need to explain why.

Jayce

-You do this after a long day of Hex-tech studies

-Is very surprised by the offer and will actually blush as he looks at your lap.

-Wants to, but thinks he is too heavy and is worried he'd hurt you

-Still, he gives in and you two find a way to have him in your lap

-Loves this so, so much

-Also a palm kisser, holds your hands, calloused thumbs rubbing your soft flesh

-Make out time. He loves the tenderness and how gentle you are being. He is a bit of mess about it

Viktor

-Well, you can't sit in his

-This actually is a common thing you do

-Reads in your lap. Does he stop working? No. But he isn't ignoring you either

-If he is feeling particularly spicy that day, he will press himself against you, acting very innocent when you whisper his name with a strain

-He is devious and will run his fingers over places that he knows gets to you

-The intense look of 'I dare you to do something about it' in his eyes. What a bastard.

-Dare accepted

Mel

-Her favorite thing to do after a long day

-Likes to run her fingers over your exposed skin as you tell her about your day

-You hold her hand gently and she lives for it when you pull her closer

-Puts your head on her shoulder as she softly tells you sweet promises.

-Plays with your fingers with hers.

Sevika

-Babe, you are messing with fire

-Don't do this unless you're ready for sexy times

-Or in public

-She doesn't care if there is an audience so if you have an issue with it, best to do this when you two are alone.

-Smirks and gives a sultry look. You little minx.

-Your thigh is gonna be getting some attention

-But afterwards, it is the best. She'll pull your arms tighter around her and praise you.

-She is a tough, scary lady. But she is your tough, scary lady and has only given into this request from you

#arcane netflix #arcane x reader #reader x silco #reader x jinx #ekko x reader #scar arcane #scar x reader #vander x reader #finn x reader #jayce x reader #jayce talis #viktor x reader #mel x reader #mel medarda #sevika x reader #arcane league of legends

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jinxini · 7 months

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was ranking netflix icons with my brother today and as we were looking at the arcane icons i asked him if he has seen the show.

”of course not.”

”why not?”

”it’s about fucking league of legends. i’ve never played that game.”

and i was just like. ok.

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UPDATE:

Forced him to watch the first episode with me because i’m annoying af

He said it was fine, he was excited to recognize some of the voice actors. I asked him if he’d like to watch more at some point and he said yes.

So it’s going great! I love being the annoying older sister who wants to share everything

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UPDATE 2:

Took a while to get him to watch it but we successfully finished ep 2. He thought it was okay but slow and that it was too repetitive and that not much happened.

He's 100% sure Viktor is evil and he can't understand how everyone around him doesn't instantly see it. Especially since his eyes are yellow (kingdom hearts fans will get it)

He does not like Heimerdinger because a) he looks like he's from a completely different show and b) he hates his name, he said that it sounds like a last name they would use on the simpsons to mock the character

He's so happy about mylo because he's voiced by yuri lowenthal

He says that Jayce looks way too old to be 24

"There's no way Vander will survive this season. Don't know if they're going to kill him off right away or if he's going to die in the last episode. An older mentor who is also kinda responsible for the deaths of the sisters' parents, yeah he's definitely going to die."

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UPDATE 3:

We finished ep 3. Sadly, I can tell that he's not really feeling it, not sure why :/ don't know if we're going to keep watching or not, only time will tell.

But here are some of his thoughts about the episode anyway:

My brother said he hopes Heimerdinger gets robbed. He said he hopes he gets robbed multiple times during the show.

Looking at Vi and Powder: "How can these poor people afford to constantly dye their hair"

About Jayce and Viktor and their experiment: ”…so what have they achieved exactly? 😐” THEY WERE FLOATING IN THE AIR AND HE WAS NOT IMPRESSED LMAO

Mel: The era of magic. / Jayce: The era of Hextech. / My brother: Magic sounds better.

"Is she hugging him? Can’t she just look at his face and tell that he’s evil, it’s so obvious. But I guess not, clearly she really is that stupid. [I remind him that Powder is still very young] I would get it if she was like 4, but she’s at least 9. Does she not realize he tried to kill her whole family?"

”They really just killed off like 80% of the characters. No one else is left except for Silco and the sisters. And the council members but I don’t really know them yet. [I remind him that Ekko is still alive] Oh right! They’re not going to kill him, he’s too young.”

”Nothing happened in episode 2 and everything happened in this one.”

#i went into the show pretty much blind myself #didn’t stop me from enjoying the story the characters the animation #🤷🏻‍♀️#arcane #i only knew 3 things:#1. an animated tv series based on a videogame (had no clue what game)#2. there are lesbians in it #3. i knew what jinx looked like because she was all over tumblr when the show was first released but i didn’t even know her name #i still hardly know anything about the game #and i want to keep it that way #mine

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blue-blugs · 3 months

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headcanons/notes for born into the stars, chapter 3

Despite all the bickering, Mylo, Clagger, Vi, and Powder do get along pretty well. Mylo and Clagger know about a little bit about what happened to Vi and Powder at Silco's, and they try their best to be empathetic. Mylo slips up a little bit in the beginning of the chapter, but he apologizes immediately because he knows he fucked up lol

Literally everyone knows that Caitlyn and Vi are a thing but most don't bring it up because it's been years now, so what's the point. They'll figure it out eventually, won't they?

I like to think that Powder had like, one tutoring session from Jayce at one point in high school having no idea who he was and immediately thought he was annoying lmfao. When she found out he was friends with Caitlyn she lost her mind

I was going to make the CaitVi apartment number 516, like Vi's prison number in the show, but then I figured that that's like 5 stories up and that'd be just cruel. 216 it is

Caitlyn does not start calling herself a nepo baby until she meets Vi and Vi calls her it as a joke. At first she takes a little bit of offense to it and then immediately comes around because she's definitely a nepo baby

Caitlyn is jacked. She is in the show, the people who call Cait skinny or weak in fic must not have had eyes during ep 4 lmao

Jayce is late to a lot of things because of his PhD program, unfortunately, and Caitlyn has to deal with it quite often

She and Viktor probably bitch about it constantly

Caitlyn lets Vi behave however uncouth she wants to, unembarassed. She isn't interested in mothering Vi, nor controlling her behavior. She likes Vi and the way Vi acts.

Sometimes if Vi is being particularly annoying, Caitlyn does sigh and think to herself "well she had a bad childhood". Vi's said it a little too many times and it made its way into her ear lmfao

Eventually Vi and Jayce DO go to the gym and do a back day together, they deadlift around the same weight

Caitlyn wants to move out for a few reasons, one being that she's really itched for an independent life for a really long time. She's excited to make a home of her own, with things that reflect her own interests and wants rather than her parents (alongside Vi). That's why she only brings "the essentials" when she moves

Cait and Vi definitely would have at least kissed if Powder hadn't called. But idk, Vi probably wasn't in the right space emotionally yet, so it's fine. They'll kiss eventually

Powder works on tech projects when she's upset sometimes, that's what she does when she and Vi end the phone call.

She also ends up texting Ekko to schedule a time to hang out. She's trying not to rely on Vi as much because she thinks Vi deserves a chance to be happy with Caitlyn (no matter how homophobic it makes her)

Caitlyn would never admit it but she was pretty nervous about asking Vi to move in with her. She just wanted Vi to say yes really bad. She's not sure she would have even had the guts to move out of the estate at all if Vi hadn't come with her.

#arcane #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #powder arcane #my fic #headcanons

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kitkaaz · 8 months

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*~ Lavender Honey ~*

A Jinx x Reader fanfic! MODERN AU!!!

*~ Chapter 1 ~*

Y/N Journal Entry

Everyday was the same it sucked, going to school was at least enjoyable being in classes and learning stuff but people constantly talked and not many of the teachers gave a shit to teach well. Of course class had its hiccups. This one girl in my Physics class would constantly bother me. She sat right next to me and all she would do is try to get under my skin! I can’t stand her she’s so pretty annoying I wish she could just leave me alone! If she focused maybe then she wouldn’t be held back. She calls herself Jinx it’s a stupid name too! But who cares I

Y/N POV

“Hey! What the hell give that back!” Jinx grabbed my small journal out of my hands and started looking at it. She started to read each entry as I struggled to grab the book. The teacher noticed this and walked over to us.

“Is there going to be a problem with this seating arrangement here?” He spoke quietly to not cause a scene while the rest of the class took notes. “No sir!” Jinx put the book down and wrapped an arm around me, acting like we were the best of friends or something..

Mr. Fiensinger nodded and said something else but I was too annoyed to listen. When he left I shoved her off of me and scolded her as quietly as I could.

“What is your deal? This is my private stuff!”

She only snickered it made me even more furious than I already was. I grabbed the journal and shoved it into my bag. The rest of class I tried to ignore her but like always she was throwing papers, tapping my desk, kicking my feet, or doodling on the sides of MY notes. Finally the bell rang and I was time for lunch.

I often spent lunch alone in my own secluded area. Exploring around the school was great and I found the perfect place to study. An old supply closet that most kids think is locked, well most kids don’t know it’s there! It has a window to sit in and is completely empty. It’s so secluded no one even notices me go in, it’s perfect!

I set my stuff down and start reading sitting in the dusty sill and watching the kids outside for moments. All in their friend groups laughing and talking. Sometimes I felt envious of that, a lot of times actually. Friends are too much of a distraction.

I finished my work with ease but there were 20 minutes left of lunch, always the worst moments. Not knowing what to do really sitting and sketching seemed fine but after a few minutes it gets boring. I don’t go on my phone often I can’t have any social media or anything because Mom says it’s too distracting for me. So all I can do is sit, and watch. I don’t even notice the door open.

Jinx’s POV

I ate lunch with my brothers and best friend Ekko. It’s always great to watch all the other bums at this school being stupid together! But it gets so boring sitting here. Teachers often keep much closer eye on me since last years fiasco of me spray painting a giant monkey on the side of the school! Cops weren’t involved but now I have to repeat this year partly due to that and cause my grades plummeted. That isn’t my fault! It’s the stupid teachers for making their classes so boring!!

For a moment I could have sworn I saw someone in the window when I looked up at the building. Sitting on the edge of it reading a book. It looked a lot like Y/N.. It was! Haha so that’s where you go during lunch! Finally something I can do that isn’t boring.

“I’ll be back! Maybe HAHA”

Ekko, Claggor, and Mylo didn’t care too much really. They’re used to me running off! Now to find that room they’re in. I made sure to keep a mental note of where the window is but to be honest I had no clue where that is, and I know every nook and cranny of the school. No matter I’ll find it!

It felt almost useless I couldn’t find them! Ugh, this sucks I really like messing with them, I’m not even sure why though. They seem cool to hang around but that’s stupid to say they’re a dork. I walked past the same area all that was there was an old class the put the health room in, a supply closet that’s always locked, and an emergency exit. Although, what if it isn’t locked. I’ve tried to before and it was locked shut! Almost glued! Maybe she managed to get in. I eagerly turn the knob and go my surprise it glides open with ease. And who do I see sitting there staring out the window, almost longingly.

“Y/N?”

THANKS FOR READING!! ❤️❤️❤️

I have 10 chapters currently posted on AO3 but thought to expand to tumblr!! if u wish to read more though then…

#jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane fanfic #jinx x you #modern #jinx x fem reader #gay gay gay

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inari-zaheer · 2 years

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Ekko with a reader who’s very sleep deprived?

Also I’ve been lurking on ur blog, very nice writing 10/10 💜

Omg thank you so much!💚💚💚

Ekko With a Sleep Deprived S/O

Pairing:Ekko x Reader

TW:None

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At first Ekko thought your tiredness was because you were on heavy patroll duty these days and its was kinda cute that you were always leaning against him during random times at day, either being to sleep or just zone out

But after some time he started noticing that everyday you started to look and function basically like zombie of sorts

Not only that but he also noticed how you were really distracted, specially after you almost fell out of you hoverboard at least 7 times in one day

His first thought was that you were just overworking youself on your projects and said that you should give yourself a break

And you trying to explain to him than most of the times the sleep just didn’t came to you, and you just decided to not waste time trying to sleep and doing something useful instead

Of course he didnt buy into that and just said that it was not a good thing, not only for your physical and mental health

But also how could you help him the way you wanted if you couldn’t even handle yourself standing up sometimes

You tried to make him fell less worried saying that it was good that you were awake at night when everyone else was asleep cause that way there would be always someone taking care of things

But the last straw for him was when you almost passed out out of exaustation and said that you would be fine as you could easily live without sleeping for 24?48 hours? you lost the count at this point

But you said in your almost sleeping state that a slice of bread and a fresh cup of juice were enough for you to manage all this time being awake

Thas when Ekko went "oh hell nah" and dismissed every project and assignment you had for the day, of course he loved your help, but he prefered to be with you when you were awake and in a good state

If you had serious sleeping problems he’d ask the healers of the sanctuary to try and make you stuff to help on getting you relaxed and sleepy

But even if that didn't work he’d try and steal some sleeping medicine in Piltover for you

He’d clean his whole schedule doing everything he needed in the morning so he could help you with activities to make you tired throughout the day

Would use all the weight and warmth in his body to trap you under him in the bed to prevent you from getting up in the middle of the night to work

He’s sooo comfortable to sleep with let me tell you

And of course he could help you get tired in other ways *wink*

#arcane x reader #arcane #ekko x reader #ekko arcane #ekko fanfic #arcane fanfic

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oreo-oro-orero · 2 months

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I thought I would talk more about how I feel Ekko is often mistreated or ignored by the Arcane fandom and why I think that is and spoiler alert I Anti-Blackness is at least a part of it.

Ekko is subjected to what a lot of black boys are too in real life which is adultification. Ekko just like a lot of black boys was essentially forced to grow up and due to this I think a lot of the Arcane Fandom treat him as an adult and thus judge him more harshly just like how in real life black boys are often treated as older then they actually are and thus are subjected to more scruinty and Ekko is sadly constantly subjected to this by the fans. This is in direct contrast with Jinx who seems to be given a lot more leeway which to a certain extent is understandable because it is her story essentially but I still find it odd how she is given the "oh poor baby pushed around by the big bad world must protect" but Ekko is just given a side glance and a "he's doing fine" when both Ekko and Jinx deserve that "need to protect" additude but yet it feels like Jinx is given the most of the protection and Ekko is just left to fend for himself.

Honestly I don't think a lot of the Arcane Fandom looks at Ekko as a victim and that is genuinely upsetting. They look at his situation as more of a success story but even then his "success" is is very sad when you think about it. Yes he built a community and yes I guess he did "turn out okay" despite his situation but he shouldn't have had build that community in the first place and just because he did doesn't mean he's healed, trauma doesn't just go away because your relatively okay compared to everyone else. I also think his hurt isn't taken as seriously as the other characters because he doesn't actively display it as much, in total his hurt is displayed in two main instances and that's it mostly, the other times he's on screen he's either angry or at the very least mildly annoyed or somber which is interesting because this is most likely a mask he wears and this mask is a direct result of the adultification I talked about earlier.

Ekko suffers from what a lot of black characters do which is that despite them going through the same or sometimes even more trauma then non black characters, their trauma is often overlooked or downplayed to be less then it is which is something that happens in IRL to black people all the time. Also this mischaracterization of Ekko extended to Shipping as well to where some people label him as an abuser towards Jinx which is ironic because he is one out of like 2 other characters that doesn't actively kill anyone and if anything he tries to avoid that as much as possible so I genuinely don't understand where this abuser assumption came from, is it because they genuinely Believe it or is it because they saw a black man being aggressive an automatically assumed he was the one in the wrong in the situation.

I got a little bit ranty there and I apologize but Ekko is my favorite character from the show and just fiction in general and I feel like he has so much to offer but he is seemingly being mistreated by other fans of the show and that just doesn't sit right with me. I just hope next season really gives him his time in the spotlight.

#timebomb #ekko arcane #arcane #ekko #ekko league of legends #its kinda funny that despite how much people analyze the characters in this show Ekko is often given a very surface level look #its also a bit eyebrow raising how the one prominent black boy in the show is labeled as an abuser by some fans #i just want Ekko to get more love in the community

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I finally got around to reading Convergence and I was honestly rather disappointed with how they characterised Viktor. I know that Convergence is an AU, but still. Comparing it to his characterisation in "House on Emberflit Alley", Convergence Viktor is much more emotional - to the point that all of his major character beats are driven by emotion, he cares less about the lives of people he is supposedly trying to help with his augmentations (even being fine with them being used as cannon fodder). I couldn't see the Viktor written in Convergence helping Naph. I could see Convergence Viktor actually replacing Naph's head with a metal one, instead of shrugging off the wild imaginations of people who fear change. Convergence Viktor is simultaneously less true to who the Machine Herald is meant to be, and truer to the horror stories that Fisher folk tell their kids to make them behave. It's sad seeing him get done like that.

Oh, you’re not alone there. I don’t think any of us were real happy about how dirty they did Viktor in Convergence. Just kinda seemed like they needed a completely morally bankrupt villain, and they molded Viktor to fit the bill. It just kinda… gave us all whiplash. Like, since his LoL release, they’ve retconned him to be less of a villain and more of a tragic victim. At the base of all of his stories, he wants to help the people of Zaun—to help make their lives and their jobs easier, to make living there safer. And while yes, he does go about it wrong sometimes, gets blinders on and gets into a pattern of thinking “my way is the best way, and they will come to see that whether they like it or not.” But generally speaking, Riot has done the work of creating depth in his character. Are there holes, sometimes massive ones? Yes. It’s Riot. But he’s come a long way from the generic mad scientist they released.

And then to go and do this? Completely strip him of his motivations, his goals, and just slap him back into the role of mad scientist. It was like… ten steps backward. (And I’m not saying I didn’t like Convergence. I was honestly happy to have new Viktor content and some of the panels were memeable as FECK.) I was also glad to see the Jayce and Viktor rivalry getting new content as well (although on that front they did Jayce kinda dirty too… like, he spoke several times to Ekko about how he’d “killed” Viktor, and he just… didn’t seem to care all that much. I know comics are a different medium, and you can’t jam pack all the micro expressions into every frame like you can with animation. But still… Jayce talked about killing Viktor like it was just another banal task on a Tuesday. Come on… these two were partners for a long time. I know there’s contention now, and perhaps the care is even gone. But there are people I’ve had falling outs with that I wouldn’t give the time of fucking day to… but I don’t want them to die. I don’t want to kill them as easily as swatting a fly on the wall.)

In the end Convergence was about Ekko coming to grips with the consequences of time travel. They needed something scary, something that Ekko’s family and friends could get involved in without compromising their characters. And they chose body augments. I just feel like this story could have been told just slightly differently, and it wouldn’t have thrown both Viktor and Jayce under the bus. Like… make it Van Klegg who wanted the mind-controlling tech put into all the augments. Maybe even Viktor doesn’t know about it. And of course misunderstandings arise, conflict happens, Viktor is still painted as the villain, but he’s not, he didn’t know, but no one believes that. This route could have at least maintained a semblance of the growth Viktor’s character has made.

IDK. I don’t hate Convergence, I’m just kinda indifferent. It’s an AU, and I’m gunna treat it that way—he’s not the Viktor we know and love. Same with Jayce. So I’ll enjoy it for what it is—amazing art of my favs I can ogle when I’m starved for content between now and S2 of Arcane.

#arcane #league of legends #convergence: a league of legends story #convergence comics #machine herald Viktor #jayce giopara #asks #ace answers

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Hi! How are you doing? I came to show you my idea. Arcane characters x Female!Fox Vastaya!Reader (like Ahri from League of Legends. I attached gifs.). Reader is a very cunning and clever fox. Thank you very much!

I love the Vestaya! Fingers crossed to see one of the Vastaya characters stories adapted too!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce x Reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, established relationship, teasing, flirting, fluffy ears and tails are super cute

A/N: Vastaya characters are actually some of my favorite, I always want more lore about them.

Jinx's eyes light up the first time she sees you. You and your fluffy ears. She's never seen someone quite so cute. Yet as someone who is very much a menace herself she can tell that you share that streak for mischief.

She won't go along with everything you say or suggest because she knows the games you're playing. That's not to say she won't play those same games along with you. It's like a game of wits. Oh and she will not stop gushing about your cute fox ears and how the twitch against her cheeks whenever she rests her chin on top of your head.

"Trying to get one over on me huh sugar? What is it this time? Oh! Actually that does sound like find. I might take you up on that offer. As long you don't get any ideas of leaving me behind and having to chase you down."

Oh Vi does not let you do whatever you want. Sure she can play along with your pranks and schems every now and then but actually she's a little worried when you go off somewhere and you don't tell her.

You're her partner, and you might be supernatural but she's still gonna worry about you. Your fangs and claws can't always protect you. So next time you go off somewhere, to cause problems or fix them, tell her, she'll help you if she can.

"Running off again sweet stuff, just like before. Can't you at least tell me where you were going? Ah, fine, at least you're okay, that's all that matters. Don't you try to entice me now, I'm being mad and I... I... damn, I want to hug you, make sure you're safe."

The first time you met Caitlyn was actually when you got arrested for casing havoc. But you had no other criminal records so Caitlyn let you off with a warning. Something you took as a playful challange.

Since then you kept meeting like that, only you'd always slip though her fingers, your tails coiling and brushing up against her in passing, your laughter echoing in her ears as you vanished in the streets of Piltover, looking forward to your next date.

"We really have to stop meeting like this darling, people might suspect. I call a lot of people by affectionate nicknames. You're right, you are the only one I call darling, but by now you have a special, annoying place in my heart. It's quite troubling, so why don't we stop this old song and dance already?"

Ekko thinks you're lots of fun to be around. The kids in the hideout can't get enough of you and how fluffy and soft you are. That being said you also attract a lot of attention when you go out so you don't go on many missions.

He also very much enjoys cuddling with you, its always nice and warm with you sleeping beside him. Sometimes he just cuddles up next to you in order to warm up and he's not the least bit embarrassed about it.

"You know you can't come along Firefly, not unless your magic includes covering up your ears and tails. A beauty like you stands out around here. Yeah I guess I'd stand out where you're from too. Maybe you can take me there some day yeah? All of us."

Silco is very interested in where you're from. He'd like to know everything about you, not for any evil reason however, he's genuinely just curious about, and maybe a bit about your magic and it's origins and boundaries.

He finds himself playing with and running his hand over your fluffy tails while you sleep. He likes seeing your abilities at work, and he may or may not think thank your fangs and claws are oddly hot.

"Hold still a little while longer darling. Hm, you're exceptionally comfortable. Ah, yes I suppose you could say I have a soft spot for you. One of the reasons why I let you get away with so many things. But do be careful, I'm trying to set an example for Jinx, and I'm afraid your actions only encourage her further."

Sevika thought you were just cute at first, she felt the urge to protect you. But then she saw your fangs, claws and fighting skills. Enough to tear someone's throat out if provoked enough. That was the moment she knew she found her soulmate.

She loves getting in trouble with you. It's almost like a form of foreplay for her. Also likes to tease you a whole lot because whenever she does your fur gets all pointy and prickly as shivers go down your spine.

"We really showed them huh sugar lips? They took one look at you and almost made a run for it. Too scary? Maybe for some people but I think you're plenty cute. And hot, don't forget hot. Any anyone who says otherwise or badmouths you can kiss my fists."

The scientist within him can't help but be curious about you. He's never seen a person like you in Zaun or Piltover. Very interested about your homeland and family.

He can run pretty cold at times so he liked knowing that when he falls asleep at his desk you'll curl up around him and warm him up with your big, fluffy tails. Sometimes you hide all his books and notes because the man just does not know the meaning of taking a break.

"Hiding my things again darling? I can take breaks whenever wish, I'm just very focused you know this. A vacation? You want to take me home? Like to your home? Oh. I've never been outside of Piltover before, perhaps we could go, I would love to see where you grew up."

Jayce is starstruck when he sees you. He can't even focus on work because his eyes keep getting drawn to your fluffy, twitching ears. He wants to run his fingers though them but he feels like it's embarrassing to ask.

Loves learning more about how your anatomy works as it is very different from his own. Not in a sexual way either, he likes to know where you're comfortable being touched and where you're not. He'd rather not overstep any boundaries despite his great curiosity about you.

"Babe this might sound weird but uh, can I touch your ears. Or see that thing you do with your eyes when you get mad and they shrink into thin slits? It's real pretty in my opinion. Of course you can touch me too. Wait, where were you thinking of touching exactly?"

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #jayce x reader #league of leguends #league of legends x reader

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hungryistrying · 2 years

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if they ain't talking we ain't doing it right

summary:

"You know," Jinx starts, one eye closed in concentration so she can focus on his makeup, "people are shipping us."

"Seriously?" Ekko replies, trying very hard to stay perfectly still so she doesn't get annoyed if his makeup gets messed up.

"Yeah, they even have a ship name for us. Timebomb."

He would roll his eyes if that movement didn't require too many facial muscles. "Now I know you're just fucking with me."

Their relationship is supposed to be a secret, but at this point, Ekko just wants to hold his girlfriend's hand when they walk outside.

rating: teen

word count: 2488

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"You know," Jinx starts, one eye closed in concentration so she can focus on his makeup, "people are shipping us."

"Seriously?" Ekko replies, trying very hard to stay perfectly still so she doesn't get annoyed if his makeup gets messed up.

"Yeah, they even have a ship name for us. Timebomb."

He would roll his eyes if that movement didn't require too many facial muscles. "Now I know you're just fucking with me."

"I'm not!" She insists, offended by his disbelief. "I even found us on Archive of Our Own. They make our sex life sound very exciting. And also a little weird, but who am I to kinkshame?"

"Why are we having this conversation?" He asks, voice dripping with exasperation.

Jinx shrugs, reaching for another brush so she can properly contour his face. "Aren't you worried about rumors spreading?"

"Given that all I have to do for people to start talking is breathe next to another person for too long? No, not really."

Jinx clicks her tongue in disappointment. "You're so boring sometimes."

“Oh, so you want your boyfriend to be stressed out? I see how it is.”

“First of all, don’t move around so much.” She playfully wacks his temple with the back of her makeup brush. “Second of all, some of us are actually worried about your career, but it’s nice to know you don’t appreciate my concerns.”

He gives her a pointed look. “You just think this funny, don’t you?”

She breaks and snorts. “Okay, fine. But come on, people are writing fanfiction about us. You have to admit it’s a little funny.”

He shakes his head in disbelief despite the way the corners of his mouth rise in amusement. “You’re a menace.”

She solemnly nods her head in agreement before continuing, “Yeah, but you like that about me, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately yes.”

She laughs and looks around the dressing room. Seeing no one in the vicinity, she leans down and gives him a quick peck.

When she attempts to separate their mouths, Ekko places his hand on the nape of her neck and presses their lips together again. She makes a sound in protest even though he can feel her relax into the kiss.

“Ekko!” She scolds after he breaks the kiss. “You’re going to ruin the makeup.”

“Who cares?” He shrugs and uses his other arm to grab her by the back of her thighs and pull her onto his lap. “We’ve got plenty of time, you can just redo it.”

She groans but allows him to pull her closer nonetheless. “And you say that I’m the menace?”

“We can be menaces together, that’s why this relationship works.”

She’s still laughing when Ekko presses their mouths together again before she wraps her arms around his shoulders and relaxes into the kiss.

It hadn't been Ekko's intent to start dating his makeup artist. In fact, his record label had made it clear they’d prefer it if he didn't date at all. Though they couldn’t legally obligate him to, they could (and did) very strongly insist dating would hurt his popularity (and that if he did date, it should preferably be a model or A-list celebrity because it’s better publicity).

He wasn't even looking for a relationship, but this alone almost made him want to pick a random person off the street and start dating them if only to spite his agency. Because how was it anyone's business who he was in a relationship with? Couldn't a guy just make music without any of that mess?

His first meeting with Jinx was chaotic. To say the least. Which really set the tone for all their future interactions and also just explained a lot about her as a person.

After True Damage took off, they got a large enough budget to afford a professional stylist and makeup artist for their shoots and performances. Ekko had just arrived at the set for their music video and was headed to the dressing rooms when he walked passed a corridor and noticed two deep blue braids from the corner of his eye.

Not entirely what he was seeing, he whipped his head around and frowned in confusion. He curiously changed his trajectory and headed for the vending machine instead. After turning the corner, he saw the owner of those blue braids kneeling on the floor with her arm stuck in the vending machine.

"Come on, you stupid hunk of junk!" She groaned, slamming her free fist against the machine.

"Uh, you good there?" Ekko asked, incredibly confused but also deeply intrigued as to how this happened.

Her head whirled around to face him and her face lit up at the sight of him. The first thing Ekko noticed was that simply put, she was gorgeous. Big, blue eyes crinkled with laughter, and dark red lips parted to reveal a white, toothy smile.

"Oh, thank god!" She visibly deflated in relief at the sight of him. "Can you help me out? I've been stuck in this damn thing for 15 minutes now and I can't call for help because my stupid phone died."

Ekko let out a startled laugh, before moving closer to help her. "Sure, let's see if we can get you out of this thing." He crouched down beside her. "How did this happen anyway?"

"Well, I bought a Mountain Dew, but it wouldn't come out so I used the tried-and-true method of kicking the vending machine. After that didn't work, I figured I could reach in and grab it, which was apparently a terrible idea."

He shoots her an unimpressed look. "Okay, first of all, Mountain Dew is absolutely disgusting. Second of all, it only costs like 2 dollars. Why not just cut your losses and buy a new one?"

"Well, first of all, it's not. So stop being a little hater.” She huffs a frustrated breath. “Second of all, it's about the principle. Momma didn't raise a quitter, okay? Well actually, she didn't raise me at all because she's dead, but that aside."

Unsure how to deal with random girls stuck in vending machines admitting their mother’s deceased, he awkwardly said, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Why? Did you kill her?" At his blank expression, she burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding. But seriously, help me out please?"

He grabbed her trapped elbow with one hand and held onto her free shoulder for support with the other. "Alright, I'm going to start pulling now."

She nodded. "Sure, it's not mandatory, but I would appreciate it if you didn't break my arm."

"I also prefer not breaking random people's arms, so I’ll do my best.” He gently tugged her arm to test how much resistance he would face pulling it out. “Alright, here goes nothing. You ready?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. He tightened his grip around her elbow and began to pull. Hearing her wince, he automatically stopped and turned his head to face her. “You good?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” As she turned her own head to face him, Ekko became briefly distracted by the freckles adorning her nose. “Look, you’re very sweet but I’d rather not die stuck in a vending machine so just keep pulling.”

He couldn’t hold back his laughter at that. “Alright then, if all else goes wrong I promise I’ll pay for your funeral.”

She snorted. “Gee thanks, I’m sure my sister will appreciate that.”

He began to pull again, tightening his grip to guarantee he would get her arm out. He felt bad at the obvious way she tensed from the pain, but given that she would probably be more annoyed if he stopped, he continued to pull.

Eventually, he felt her arm slowly come loose. Unfortunately, he hadn’t loosened his grip in time, so after her arm slipped out, he ended up falling back, pulling them both to the floor. Ekko winced after the fall. She landed with the back of her head against his chest, her skull hitting his ribcage and knocking the breath out of his lungs.

She quickly sat up straight and looked down at him, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, you alright?”

He heaved himself upright with a groan. “Been better, but I’ll survive. You?”

She winced and rubbed her now free forearm. “Well, you don’t have to pay my funeral costs and my arm’s not broken, so I consider this a win.”

He huffed an amused breath. “Great, we should probably get up, though.”

“Oh. Right. Good idea.”

They pulled themselves off the floor, both a little worse for wear but good to go nonetheless. As they both headed down the corridor – Jinx still cursing that damned vending machine for eating her money – they realized they were going in the same direction.

“So where you headed?” She inquired.

He slowed down his steps to match hers. “Dressing rooms. I’m about to get my makeup done for a music video.”

“Really, what’s your name?”

“Ekko.”

She moved forward until she was walking in front of him and snapped her fingers, spinning to face him. He abruptly halted his step to avoid bumping into her, raising a curious eyebrow at her actions.

“True Damage?” She suspiciously squinted at him. He dimly nodded, confused by this entire exchange. “No way! I’m your makeup artist.”

“Oh.” This wasn’t how Ekko expected the first day of shooting to turn out, but he just rolled with it. “Well, nice to meet you then.”

“I’m Jinx,” she grinned and extended her hand in greeting, “nice to meet you too. Rapper and my hero.”

He laughed, shaking her hand. “I hope you’re better at doing makeup than you are at buying drinks.”

She gasped, mock-offended. “Of course I am! Don’t question my skills, I’m going to blow you away.”

He laughed at that again. “We’ll see about that.”

And as it turned out, she was very good at makeup. That aside she was also funny and pretty…and maybe mildly insane, but Ekko found that he didn’t mind. Was that just his type? He would shelf that thought for that later, but for now, he wasn’t dumb enough to realize he might have developed a little crush on his makeup artist.

They quickly bonded over the fact that they both came from Zaun and developed an odd friendship over time. One where his group members gave him annoyingly knowing looks whenever he hung out with Jinx, but he was content to keep up this easy friendship they’d cultivated unless she gave any hint of being interested in him as well.

“Alright,” she started while they were casually hanging out backstage one day, “fuck, marry, kill. Me, Akali, and Qiyana.”

He curiously looked up from his phone. “What?”

“I want to play fuck, marry, kill. Tell me your answer.”

He sat up straight and turned to face her. Spotting an opportunity, he rested his chin on his hand and pretended to contemplate the question before he smirked at her. “I’d fuck, marry and kill you.”

She gave him a blank look, before she leaned in closer, entering his personal space. “All three?”

He nodded. “All three.”

She studied his face suspiciously, her face scrunched up in a way he found maddeningly cute. Eventually, she just snorted. “I don’t know about the killing or marrying, but that first option sounds good.”

He set down his phone and placed his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer and kissing her. She eagerly kissed him back, before suddenly breaking the kiss and glaring at him. “Wait. Why would you kill me?”

“Literally just yesterday I was just taking a nap on the couch and you thought it’d be funny to pour water over my face.” He deadpanned.

“Which it was.” He gave her an unimpressed look. “But, okay, fine! You might have a point.”

“I definitely have a point, but for some reason, I like you anyway.”

“I like you too.” She smiled and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

And because Ekko had at least a semblance of pity for his management, he and Jinx decided to keep their relationship under wraps. He was pretty sure his group members had already figured it out although he hadn’t explicitly told them anything. He trusted them enough to keep it to themselves though.

That aside, it was oddly impressive that people were shipping them when they very cautiously hadn’t made any public appearances as a couple. Aside from occasionally going out in public, the only time they really interacted for outsiders to see, was if Ekko was live on Instagram.

A knock on the door startles them. Jinx jumps off his lap with a gasp and quickly fiddles with a random makeup palette while Ekko remains seated, dumbfounded.

The door opens to reveal Qiyana. Her eyes curiously dart between the both of them before her lips rise in a knowing smirk. “Hey lover-boy, our stage starts in five minutes. You going to make it time?”

He awkwardly clears his throat. “Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

“Then my job’s done. You might want to get your girlfriend’s lipstick off your mouth before you head out, though.” She laughs as she closes the door behind her.

Jinx turns to him with an accusatory look.

He sighs. “Okay, you can say it.”

“I told you so, idiot!” She grabs his face and tilts it back so she can survey his face. “Now stay very still. I’m going to have to do this fast.”

After she’s done, Ekko quickly runs out of the dressing room. Jinx grabs her backstage pass and follows. They reach the back of the podium short of breath, his groupmates all exchanging knowing glances he, unfortunately, can’t refute this time.

And given that they obviously already know he’s dating Jinx, what would the point even be in refuting it? Honestly, he’s just keeping this a secret at the agency’s behest, but it doesn’t really matter to him and it'd be nice if they could just go on a normal date instead of tiptoeing around paparazzi.

The rest of his groupmates head for the stage, the crowd cheering at their appearance. Ekko, however, grabs Jinx’s hand. She looks at him curiously but allows him to pull her forward nonetheless.

He stops at the edge of the stage, so she’s just barely visible to the crowd, and smirks at her. “How about we actually give them something to start rumors over?”

Immediately catching onto his idea, Jinx impishly grins before leaning forward and kissing him for all to see. He hears the audience go wild as he breaks the kiss and properly heads for the stage.

If people want to talk, they can talk. His relationship with Jinx is his and hers alone, and he doesn’t give a shit what anyone else thinks of it. His manager is probably going to collapse of cardiac arrest, though.

#timebomb #ekkojinx #ekko #jinx #arcane #writing #fanfiction #true damage au #hungry posts

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