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corabloom13 · 1 year

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Arcane x Reader with miscarriage/stillbirth headcanons

MASSIVE TW for miscarriage, stillbirth infertility medical stuff.

You and Silco were both planning on a new baby for a while. Singed warned such a pregnancy would be high-risk - but you both took the chance knowing what was likely to come.

When you miscarried, Silco ran straight to you upon hearing your blood-curdling cries. He wasn't about to let you do this alone. He held you on your bed, brushing away sweaty bangs.

You felt guilty. After years of trying for a baby you failed. Silco blamed you, didn't he? "It's not your fault," he assured you, bundling up your baby gently so he could lay them to rest. Silco's without qualms for cleaning you up, to. Deep down he's heartbroken just as much as you are but he knows whatever he feels it will be immeasurably worse for you.

Which is why adopting Jinx never seemed like a bad idea to him. Silco should've asked you about it before, but when your eyes lit up your arms wrapped your new daughter in a warm hug. "Maybe it's possible it all worked out in the end," you coo to him.

According to doctors, your pregnancy was fine. Your baby had a steady heartbeat, you and Viktor were ecstatic to become a family.

Which is why both of your hearts shatter come delivery day, your infant pops out not breathing. "Vik, what's wrong?!" You demand as hospital staff rush your baby out of the room. Viktor is torn between following his child and staying to protect you but one reassuring yet concerned look in his golden eyes tell how nervous he is. "I'll be right back, Love." He lightly kisses your forehead before following where they were taking the newborn.

When he returned, eyes puffy tears staining his pale face you knew. Viktor didn't need to utter a sound for you to understand your child was gone. A rare moment occurred where both of you were vulnerable, holding each other. What about all the plans they had as a family? What about the nursery you decorated with peculiar toys and trinkets Viktor spent days slaving away to craft?

Years slip by. Apparently you ended up infertile from the stillbirth - something you personally found bizarre. You and Viktor drifted somewhat in your relationship, you end up not wanting to dwell on such hardships and Viktor drowning himself with his work. "HexTech can save lives, Y/N," he mumbles at the lab while you're coaxing him to come home for the night. "Vik, you've been up here for weeks. Why not sleep at home tonight, hmm?"

"But the Hexcore - it responds to biomatter. It revives and replenishes dead tissues -" "Viktor!" You scold, bunching your fists. "You push the world, everyone away including me so you can slave away on Hextech. I know how much you want to save lives, but what's done is done. Our baby died years ago, Vik, you don't think I know that? All the nights I lay awake wishing for a child to hold? How I go into the unused nursery, sobbing at the crib that will never have a baby to hold?" You take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "As much as you may wish for things to be different, I get it. But no amount of experiments will be able to fix this. Let's just try and fix us, alright? C'mon, let's head home."

Viktor stands up, holding you in a much needed hug before holding your hand escorting you home.

Jinx was always extra careful around you while you were pregnant. She hardly is ever careful, so she must care for you and your baby a lot.

You don't know how to tell her you miscarried. Jinx put in so much effort to look after you, if you tell her you lost the baby her heart will surely break. "Do you want me to tell her for you, Y/N?" Silco offers smoking a cigar. "Nah, I can handle it."

"Toots!" Jinx's blue hair dances when she sees you climb up into her hideout. "Jinx, there's something we need to talk about," Jinx lifts up her goggles nodding. "Sure thing but check this out!" Pulling out a contraption from under her desk, it's metal with prongs holding dangling handmade stuffed toys. Decorated in bright blues and pinks, Jinx presses a button as her machine spins playing music. "It's a mobile!!"

"That is very sweet of you, Jinx, however something came up-" "Oh! Almost forgot!" She chuckles, lips curling in a smile. "These bad boys can watch your baby like a hawk. Anyone tries to steal it and - bam!" Her hands hold up a miniature bomb. "Yes thank you for your help, but -" "If ya ever need help burpin' em, this baby bouncer outta-" "Jinx, there is no baby!"

Her grey eyes widen, head tilting. "Y-You're joking right?" She chuckles, lightening the mood. You sit beside her at Jinx's bench, holding her scrawny, delicate hands in yours. "No, unfortunately its not a joke. I lost the baby yesterday, which is why I wasn't able to see you." Her eyes turn cold. "B-But we were careful! We were careful to make sure you had what you needed-" Jinx jerks her head, shaking it in disagreement. You knew she was prone to hallucinations, exactly why you avoided this chat with her.

"Look, no matter what the voices are saying it wasn't your fault. We did our best and in the end it didn't work." "No! You're going to leave, ain't ya sweetheart?!" Jinx jolts from her seat, pacing. "Yeah. You'll leave all because I couldn't save anyone. You're no different then Vi!" You rush to her as both of you break down crying, holding her in an embrace. "How long has it been since anyone held you like this?" You ask.

"Y-You're not gonna ditch me, Y/N?" You cup her face, heartbroken by all that she's gone through but glad that you had each other. "Of course not! It wasn't your fault. Now, let's grab some drinks at the last drop, hmm?"

You were already pregnant when you started dating Sevika. She could've cared less, but of course your baby would be protected under her watchful eyes.

Which is why she was concerned when Singed told you it was twins. Sevika didn't think the Undercity would provide enough supplies to look after them. "I'll see what Silco can do," she said kissing your abdomen.

Sevika was out on a mission - "Babysitting Jinx. Am really over qualified for this shit." - When your water broke. Being alone upstairs of the Last Drop was harsh, as you made yourself comfortable on the couch as much as you could. When one of Silco's goons walked in they sent for Sevika right away.

Twin stillbirths seemed to hit both of you like a truck. Sevika blames herself for not being there when you needed her. That's how she learned to keep her professional and personal lives separated.

That night, as you lay in bed quieter than usual your partner sits on the edge of your bed, her mechanical hand holding yours. "Y'know, it's gonna hurt like fucking hell, Y/N. Don't expect it to be pretty. I've known a few people who were in your situation and they-" you turn so she can see your face, her features softening upon seeing you. "They are okay. They weren't okay at first, but they took one day at a time." She cuddles close to you, as you smell liqueur and shimmer on her it's all comforting. It's Sevika, Sevika who would be your knight in shining armor. Your right hand man. She'd never leave you for the world.

Jayce did need to worry. After all the doctors told you both this was a high-risk pregnancy.

"Y/N, you'll be fine," he reassuringly rests his hand on your abdomen. Despite his kind words you couldn't help to worry. This was Piltover's Golden Boy's heir to House Talis, the child of an empowering councilor.

Jayce worked a lot - meetings and presentations. He wished he could be with you more to enjoy this precious time, but his brother-in-arms Viktor made sure to help you and kept an eye on you if you needed anything.

Jayce was pulled backstage by Sky during a presentation in front of the whole damn city. When he snapped at her he saw her face which revealed what happened. "Shit!" He dashes out of the building, ignoring crowds of people who adored and admired him.

"Y/N!!" Jayce pulls the hospital curtain over to see you. Wiping your tears with your hand, you choke on your sobs. "The...b-baby flat lined and...." You squeeze his hand, screaming at the top of your lungs.

"I-I am so sorry, I should've spent more time with you-" "I forgive you," you say, pulling him into a comforting kiss. After all Jayce showed up didn't he? He reassured you when your fears got the better of you while massaging your ankles. "Get some rest, alright? We'll talk about it in the morning."

You're stillbirth somehow magically never created a rift between you two.

Granted no relationship is perfect, but Ekko would be damned if he let your baby's death cause friction between you two.

Ekko is adaptable enough to try and continue one day at a time, even for your sake. He'd keep you comfortable in the Firelights hideout, allowing you to take a break for as long as you need.

"Found this old gramophone. Think you can fix it up?" He asks, as you nodd. He'd always adored you for your tinkering, even if you couldn't fix everything he'd have you focus on what you could fix.

When you lost your baby, Ekko and the Firelights created the best send off for them. A decorated casket with flowers. As they buried them by their mural, they released a sworn of Firelights up in the sky.

It was honestly more than you could ask for. It wasn't ideal but knowing Ekko knew what to do next kinda saved your life.

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ornii · 10 months

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Hi again, first thank u for the response, second my arcane request/idea was male reader x Jinx where the male reader is a new rising hero in Zaun and even tho they are on opposite sides, he’s so into her and thinks she could do some real good and wants to help her. I know these are really loose details but I thought I’d leave it not to specific cause I’m curious (if you choose to use this) what u would make with this loose premise. Anyway thanks for ur time and have a nice day 😁

You Do Have a Heart Part 1

Note: Sorry i still don’t know how Tags work so, I apologize if you wanted to be tagged in my work and I don’t know how to do it lol, anyway. Here’s part 1

Stark, that last name spoke volumes though Piltover. The family had a single child, born with an intellect beyond the average human, with the endless amount of money on disposal, made a volatile combination.

“Master Stark…”

A Voice called out from the back door of his large room. It was messy, full of schematics of inventions riddled all over the ground. Rough sketches, drafts. A few gizmos left and right. The young genius was in his room, working on a device as he yells.

“It’s open.” The Youth said, and an elderly man enters, a servant for the family. He approached and gave a small bow.

“Master Stark, how are you this fine morning?” He asked, he turns to face the old man in his chair; showing the device he’s working on.

“I’m fine Jarvis.” He says and gleams. “Working on device to hold electric charges and expel them into explosions.” (Y/n) said, “It’ll be nice to Add something to the Stark Foundation..” he turns back to continue working, but Jarvis closes in.

“Sir, do you know what today is?” He asked.

“No, should I?” He replies and Jarvis nods.

“It’s Lady Kiramman’s Birthday..” He says with a soft huff. (Y/n) halted in his steps and cursed to himself, the fifteen year old stood up and turned to Jarvis.

“You’re a Life saver! I totally forgot! I’ll be back, I have to get something planned.” (Y/n) rose and rushes out of his room, the old man sadly smiled to himself as the young hero rushed down a flight of stairs to a main foyer, a beautiful lavish home all to, mostly himself. Rushing to the door he opens it and steps out, he spots the two guards on watch for his home, nearing the heart of Piltover, he wishes to keep it pristine and perfect. He snaps his fingers, they turn and face the young prodigy.

“You two, I’m heading out.” He puts his coat on and walks from his porch to the path, and the guards follow.

A gift for Caitlyn Kiramman. It was much harder than you expected, You and Caitlyn grew up together, merely by circumstance. Her Amazing mother and yours, Maria, we’re close friends who worked on the council together. The Stark Family and Kiramman Family were Allies due to Howard’s weaponry foundation funding the Piltovers army. It was by this chance you and Caitlyn became friends. Using your genius intelligence, you excelled in your scholarly studies with Caitlyn, her hunting and marksmanship skills effortlessly surpassed yours, it made a perfect dichotomy between you two. Unfortunately, that dichotomy was viewed by others as a romantic affection.

Approaching the Kiramman gates, you halted as the Guards follow suit. As you approached the door, you knocked gingerly. And a man opens the door, her father Tobias.

“Good afternoon Mr Kiramman. Is Caitlyn?…” he asks and Drones on, Tobias was a fit middle aged man, with dark blue hair and streaks of grey at the edges. “Ah. Sir Stark, Yes she’s here, I’ll fetch her.” He says and walks back, you await as you mentally compact everything.

“All things considered this is going well, she isn’t suspicious that I totally forgot about her birthday, and that I didn’t even send a letter. I have to consider a gift, actually.. why not everything?” You think to yourself. Your ear peeled up to the sound of walking and you quickly turned to the direction of the door, and you saw a faintly pale hand touch it and open, she steps to the porch, and Caitlyn stood there. Her long blue hair and piercing eyes.

“Cait!” He Said, The Girl approaches and (Y/n) gave her a hug.

“It’s good to see you well.” She says to you, you slyly grin and show off your expensive clothing.

“Nothing money can’t solve, speaking of money, come, it’s time to celebrate a certain girls birthday!” You say, and Cait sighs.

“You want to? You don’t have to.” She said, you took faux offense to it.

“Caitlyn, as your only friend—“

“Backhanded comments, as per usual.”

“As your only friend, it’s my obligation to make sure your birthdays are the absolute top quality, settle for nothing less.” You say. You walk off, Caitlyn couldn’t hide her small grin and follows. Walking though the city and enjoying the Shopping, treats, The enjoyable parts of Piltover was important for you, being the only child to an almighty fortune had refined your tastes. The guards carry the boxes of gifts for Caitlyn as you two walked forward, enjoying the cool winds of a soft autumn.

“Something is Bothering you.” You say to her, Caitlyn was not one to mince words, but was a bit uncomfortable about what she seems to be thinking about.

“It’s nothing.” She replies, and you turn your head towards her.

“You’re a fantastic Liar Caitlyn, but seriously.. what’s wrong?” You ask again, and Caitlyn informs you of a, less than suitable situation for you.

“I’ve decided to help Jayce with his research.” She utters, you almost wish to knock the webs out of your ears, but you knew you heard her correctly. Jayce Talis, the one sponsored by her family and a less than reputable man.

“Him? The one your family is sponsoring with his “inventions?” Which is just ridiculous to call them, what should be called inventions should be able to change the world! Nothing he has done proves that. Plus he’s kind of a jerk.” You explain, but Caitlyn sticks up for him.

“His work is important, I know it’ll be something amazing.” She said, with a hint of enthusiasm that you haven’t seen in her for a while.

“Well.. that’s unfortunate.” You say, “Ive been developing new technologies for Piltover and the armies. I wanted you to be there.” You say, biting your tongue before you say something to totally ruin the moment. Caitlyn looked a bit surprised by this response.

“You rarely let anyone help you..”

“You’re different.. you’ve always been different.” You reply sourly. After returning Caitlyn back to her family, you headed home, fuming. Aggressively opening the door you storm inside the workshop, looking at your creations, what you’ve built, how you’ve developed so much, and yet she went with Jayce? Your anger slowly simmers down and you sit down at the desk.

“Something has to change… I, I have to change..”

It was Nearing Six Years later after that interaction, perhaps you matured and let it all go, but though those sex years you devoted yourself to your work, to creating a new found weapon. The greatest creation in history. Of course you’ve kept it under wraps for the Three years of its production.

Music plays though the workshop as hot plasma burns into a new plate of steel, (Y/n), now in his early twenties removes his mask and scuffs off the dirt on his face. He prepares for the final run though. Flipping a few switches and turning knobs, steam emits from a shrouded invention, and a whir echoes from it, signaling his success. And coincidentally enough, today was Progress Day!

“Jayce Talis, eat your heart out.” you say. “Hextech, what a joke.” You confidently stood up to exit the workshop and head downstairs past Jarvis.

“Jarvis, please send the guards to prepare for Progress day, I have something to show.” He says, and heads out.

Sitting in the Enforcers office, Marcus sat at his desk, with oldies enforcers, Caitlyn included.

“So, you’ve already paid for a spot, we can have officers at the tent to avoid any issue. Your Project. Should we know anything about it?”

“Sorry, best kept secret, but I will need an officer to assist me in keeping the public away from it…” he says, and his eyes trail off to Caitlyn. She looks a bit shocked but quickly pieces together what he’s saying.

“You can’t he serious—“

“Kiramman, you’re on watch Duty for Stark Industrial. Keep the peace.” He said and she wants to groan, but reluctantly agrees.

“Miss Kiramman.” You say with a smug bow and she walks past, “this way.. Sir.” She says though her teeth, you two walk to the tent, and she’s less than enthusiastic.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” You say, and she turns to her.

“Oh, so this was to help me? How?” She said.

“Do you think your parents would have let you go anywhere? You would have stayed in Jayce’s tent.” You repeat, and Caitlyn thinks, and sighs.

“I hate it when you’re right…”

“Don’t worry, what I have built will amaze you, and blow Hextech out of the water.”

“Is this what it’s about? Jayce?” She says.

“Partly, and I want to show my Progress.” You give a wink and Caitlyn reaches the tent to show its fancy, a large stand to hold a crowd, a standing floor. With the hidden figure under the cloth. Across the event you can make out the Kiramman family and jayce giving the speech. (Y/n) stood on the pedestal and cracked his knuckles, he turns to Cait.

“Now, watch this.” You day, and speak a bit loudly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! The newest invention from Stark Industrial!” You say, you watch as citizens begins to gather and watch, slowly siphoning Jayce’s watchers, you smirk and step to the platform and walk around the shrouded thing.

“Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you, to the future. To our future, the future of piltover, No, the future of the entire world! You see we as a people have evolved from primitive rocks and sticks, to bring the most advanced species in the entire world, and therefore we can only keep moving forward, and what is more forward, than this!” You snap your fingers and a few guards tear off the cloth to reveal it, a suit of armor, hooked up by tubes running form somewhere, it was mostly flaming red with accents of orange, people marvel at the device and you really begin to sell it.

“What we have here isn’t a robot, but it’s a suit of armor! A highly dense titanium suit of armor, built with interlocked systems and an array of weapons, able to withstand fire, electricity, the cold, I call it.. the Iron Man!” You Walk to the back of the suit and twist a handle near the palm of the suit, the suit slowly begins to Open and reveal the inter working compartments from gears to wires, you step up and clench the palm switch, the suit encapsulates your body, steam bellows from parts of the suit and you flex, showing the suit isn’t a stiff board, Caitlyn watches, seeing the genius of Stark at work.

“This suit is built for the upmost of situations. In fact, enforcers!” You say, two walk on stage and you turn to them. They aim their guns, a look of worry washes over Caitlyn and they open fire, the bullets hit the suit and collapse upon themselves. Showing zero damage.

“Did I mention is bulletproof?” You say sarcastically, and then show it’s weapons.

“The suit is capable of high intensity blasts of energy from the palm. All powered by a single energy stone!” You aim upward and open one palm, the suit blasts a beam of high force light into the air.

“Even missiles!” You order a few Discs to be shot into the air, using nothing but your eyes you aim and a panel opens up in the shoulder compartment of the suit, they ignite and fly out, each explosion dancing in the air.

“But most importantly ladies and gentlemen, it had one ability only the animals with wings can partake in this.”

Switching to Flight nods the suits leg panels open to reveal thrusters, the armor makes a more aerodynamic look and steam bellows from it. The Suit begins to lift off and fly around the large celebratory area. Crowds watching in amazement of the Industrial Revolution, the suit then lands again, with another switch it opens, allowing (Y/n) to step out. Dusting himself off he drinks in the amazement of the crowd.

“You see, this is our future, this is the future I wish to cultivate! Stark Industrial will push Pullover into the era of Peace, and Prosperity!” With one final rousing speech, the crowd roses in applause of your creation, your work, your greatness. The only person less enthusiastic was Jayce. The Iron Man armor stood in the middle of the room, its ammunitions being refilled.

Inside the chambers of the Stark Building, you stood before Jayce, who was not as happy as you were, the young man whose calm demeanor similar made Jayce much more perturbed.

“You couldn’t allow Progress Day to just be about progress.. could you?” He says, and toy smugly turn around.

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean Jayce. My Iron Man is Progress, Progress Born from one mind.” You say, and offer a drink, Jayce calmly stood up and looked towards the window of the building out to the vast developing city.

“What you’re doing is Undermining the Hextech.”

“What I’m doing is showing my Stark Tech is just as good, even be than Hextech, don’t be upset I’m just better.”

“Better? Don’t make me laugh you’re a glorified Rich Kid.” Jayce turns to face you, much more accusingly.

“Yes because I didn’t grow up like you then my genius must be a fluke? You’re simply under your punching weight Mr Talis.” You reply in Jest, and Jayce takes the low blow.

“You see, this is why Howard wasn’t invited into the council, he valued his own ego over the importance of our future!—“

“That’s what you think?” You say, your anger boiling over. “My father didnt join your little club because he knew what the council does, halt any creativity that isn’t within what they value. I’d rather be alone than be a sellout.” You and Jayce are getting more and more hostile, until a flicker of red catches the corner of your eye, you turn to the direction, out the window you see flames blazing. Your eyes trail off and watch, seeing where it’s located.

“The Tents…” you say before rushing to the suit, jayce also watches and then turns to you.

“What are you doing?!”

“Saving Progress Day! Alert any police nearby! We have to do something!” You yell, opening the suit you step in and it powers on, activating the Rockets, you disregard anything and blast though the glass and fly off, your focus solely on Caitlyn, the humming of the machinery, the smell of steel in your nose. You land nearby and risk it all rushing into the fire, your eyes search as smoke and flames dance all around you. You scan the entire building and spot movement on the ground, rushing over your eyes catch blue hair and you immediately recognize who.

“Caitlyn!” You call out and pick the woman up, she’s unconscious, but alive. Her eyes open slowly and lock with yours.

“Don’t talk! It’ll be fine!” You reassure her and rush out of the building building, the suit taking whatever heat you would have, breaking through falling wood you safely get Caitlyn to safety, laying her down you turn to fly back in, but that was a fatal mistake, in a flash of light, it all went black.

It slowly became more clear, your vision in this horrid nightmare, your once great Suit Damaged to a heavy extent, the power on the suit was non existent, the explosion damaged the face plate, blowing half of it off. Your eye trailed over to the blue haired girl leaning over you, but it wasn’t Caitlyn it was, someone else. She hummed while she tore the crystal from your core, writing down in a small brown book, and you were too weak to stop her, she spots your eye and smiles. She looked, disturbed, definitely cute but still disturbed, like she was a power keg ready to blow.

“Oh, the Tin Mans awake… sorry, but I had to get this little thing from you.” She says, and successfully tears out the blue core, she oodles at it, there was a hint of joy in her eye.

“I gotta say, a suit like that? Pretty Badass. I would ask how you worked out the triggers for your missile launchers, but I’m a little late. See ya later, Tin Man.” The Girl stood up and walked away, you can only watch as she disappears into the smoke and darkness, most likely never to be seen again, but who knows what genius mind was behind those mad Eyes.

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insane-arcane · 2 years

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Violet: The (Y/N) I know is real. And they're the reason were all here instead of on that bridge with our parents.

Powder: Who are they?

Mylo: A Revolutionist. A legend. The Legend!

Claggor: One of the first founders of the sons and daughters of Zaun. The leading member in fact.

Powder: Like Vander?

Violet: No Vander was the Easter Bunny compared to (Y/N). Just a foot soldier. They were the heart of the Undercity. Where ever they are now, their still looking out for us.

~Ten years later~

Vi: The (Y/N) I know is real. And they're alive helping Zaun out in every way they can.

Caitlyn: Who are they?

Vi:... A revolutionist. A legend.

Caitlyn: Wait weren't they were one of the first founders of the sons and daughters of Zaun? The leading member?

Caitlyn: Like Silco?

Vi: No Silcos the easter bunny compared to (Y/N). Just a foot soldier. They're the heart of the Undercity. And we're gonna find them Cupcake.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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My request is : vi x female reader her mother is from piltover and her dad is from Zaun. The reader was friends with vi because they were the same age a few months before vander died she moved in with her mother the reason behind that is the death of her father. She had to cut contacts with the others because of her step father that doesn’t bother her so when she sees ekko she joys him and helps him build the firelight’s so when vi and caitlyn got captured by ekko she also reunites with vi

━ 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, angsty, fluff, crying, more fluff, mentions of shitty step dad, vi being sad

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Sorry this took a while! Tumblr makes me wanna beat my laptop up sometimes

"You look.. good." "Yeah, you too." It was awkward, silent. Ekko having left after standing staring at the both of you avoid each others eyes. "So, you left." "Vi- fuck- Ekko didn't tell you anything, did he?" Vi stared at you, nose scrunching as a angry expression crossed her face.

"What's there to tell?" "A lot, actually. The main being, I didn't fucking leave by choice." You crossed your arms and shook your head. Ignoring the sudden drop in her gaze. "My step-dad. Only loved my mom, you were right-" You laughed slightly.

"He was a dick."

"My mom had a hard time choosing between us, I didn't want to make her. She was happy." You shrugged. "Even if I wasn't. What about you? Where've you been hiding out?"

You forced a laugh, rocking back and forth on your feet. Vi staring at you with slight shock, clenching her jaw together.

"Prison." She said simply. "Stillwater?" You then asked, she nodded. "Mm, Marcus had ties there. Didn't think... well shit." You stared into her silver eyes for a moment, both of you swallowing as a thick silence fell over you two again.

"How long you been out?" "A day-ish."

Silence again.

"How're you enjoying freedom?" "It's nice knowing you didn't leave us by choice." You laughed slightly, shrugging once again. "Nice knowing you aren't dead." Again you both nodded and went quiet, no words being spoken.

"So-" "I-" Both speaking at the same time, taking a step forward. "You can-" "You go-" Again, your mouths both snapping shut. Vi then pointed at you, watching you quietly nod.

"So... you miss me in there? Or have you spend the past... how many years, hating me?" You swallowed hard, staring at her with sad eyes. "Bit of both. I was angry, I didn't know-" "It's fine. I get it."

You looked down at your shoes, regretting your decision to ask in the first place. Shifting your weight back and forth as you teeter-tottered on your heels.

"What about you?" "Hm?" Your head shot up, realizing she was much closer than before. "What've you been up to?" "Helping Ekko, finding people who don't want Silco in power. Trying to keep Jinx on the right side."

"Pow?" "She doesn't go by that anymore." You stated clearly, looking away from her seemingly burning gaze. Getting closer.

"She's happy with Jinx." "You are?" "It doesn't matter what I think." You cleared your throat, Vi scratching messing with her fingers, or her hands instead of looking up at you. "Vi?" "Yeah?" "Did you atleast miss me?"

"...Yeah. Even though I was mad." "I missed you too." You smiled slightly, seeing a ghost of one of Vi's face. "We should... get back to Ekko soon." "He can wait a little longer. I had to wait forever."

Vi's hand finally reached out to yours, lightly grabbing your wrist before taking your hand in hers. Staring down at them. Hers just slightly bigger.

"I like what you'd done with your hair." You heard her laugh slightly, meeting your teary eyes with her own. "Yeah, I second that." You giggled as she twirled a some around her fingers, not minding when it it snagged slightly.

"Thanks." She hummed slightly before noticing the slight nervousness on your face. In reality your face was burning, just in temperature. "You okay?" "No." You answered quickly.

"I missed you." "Yeah, me too cupcake." Vi pulled you closer by the hand she was holding. Forcing you to wrap it around her waist, not that you put up much of a fight as your face squished into her chest.

Hand coming to pet the back of your neck, holding you close as tears fell from her eyes. Holding back any noise from passing her lips. Staying silent as the seconds passed.

"Vi?" "Yeah, yeah just hold on, okay?" You nodded against her, squeezing her tighter, feeling her body shudder and begin to lean towards you. A hiss leaving her lips before she began to silently sob.

"It's okay. I'm here now Vi." You leaned back and looked up at her. Feeling one of her tears falling onto your skin. "I'm here Vi, I'm here now." Your hand caressed her cheek, her eyes closing while she leaned against your touch.

"I'm here, and I'm not gonna leave again. I promise."

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Something to Tinker With ; part one

Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)

Series Synopsis: The day you returned to Piltover with Ekko’s damaged hoverboard, you didn't expect to cross paths with a certain scientist who, unbeknownst to you, had his eyes on you since day one.

Important Context:

There will be eventual NSFW.

The story takes place a couple of months after Act One. Jinx would still be 11 and Hextech wouldnt yet be developed to its full capacity.

Warnings: pining, awkward situation, reader has a strained relationship w/ her dad, jayce being a doofus

Word Count: 2.3k

The pitter-patter of the rain made you more anxious about the time. Professor Heimerdinger was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, and you were starting to worry about his whereabouts.

Today had been a long day, with visiting Ekko and passing by an ugly incident between the enforcers and a couple of drunk men just as you were leaving the Undercity.

You emerged into Piltover with a smashed hoverboard in hand and a promise of finding someone to fix it as you headed for Heimerdinger’s office like you did every Thursday at five.

But now it was 5:32, the clock was ticking, and there was still no sign of the professor. You had nearly fallen on your face while sprinting all the way to his office due to your new shoes and their stupid shoelaces that didn't seem to understand that a knot was meant to remain tied; all this for nothing since he was not here, and, had you know this, you would have taken your sweet time while enjoying the view of the academy grounds.

Posted footsteps echoed behind the door, and a well-known high-pitched voice emerged from the hallway, seemingly in a vivid conversation. The door flew open and in walked the professor, who happened to be accompanied by who you thought must have been a student.

“Yes, my boy, this is a great opportunity to expand your areas of knowledge” The door closed behind them, and only then you noticed the cane that was supporting the guy’s body. “Here I hold many inventions and I would be happy to give you a challenge. What type of machine would you be interested in?”

Viktor was about to answer him when he noticed they were not the only ones in the room. Heimerdinger raised a confused brow at the lack of an answer and turned around, meeting your gaze. His face morphed from confusion to surprise and realization.

“Miss Y/N! I apologize greatly, I seemed to have gotten carried away with Viktor here.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you shook your head in embarrassment.

“Don't worry about it, professor.” Your eyes met the young man who shied away from your stare, leaning on his cane uncomfortably. “Time flies here in your office.”

Heimerdinger turned towards Viktor, whose expression was hard to read, or at least to you since the professor chuckled as he looked between both of you with a knowing look.

“Viktor I would like to present you to Miss Y/N. She studies in the literature department of the school” You waved at him shyly and he returned the gesture. “Y/N was born in the Undercity just like you; she is my informant and one of the brightest minds in the academy, I'm sure you guys would enjoy each other’s company.”

Your gaze shifted toward your feet, unused to the praise you were receiving at the moment. Your hands squeezed what was left of Ekko’s hoverboard as Viktor’s stare pierced your soul.

“Viktor is here in search of a device to tinker with” The professor explained “He’s a great inventor and is working along with Mr. Talis on a personal project that I believe will change the world.”

Your eyes brightened in recognition having known Jayce from a project not so long ago. You shifted your gaze towards Viktor once again, though he seemed more interested in the device you were holding in your lap; it was hard to ignore it due to its design and it being nearly the size of a small shelf.

You spoke before he could even ask.

“It's a prototype of a hoverboard. The kid I babysit crashed it and I promised to get it fixed” You smiled at the memory of little Ekko’s anger towards himself for letting it get broken; he had been building it with one of his friends for so long and this was the first one that actually worked but, just like that, in a couple of minutes, it was gone. “Is this something you would be interested in tinkering with?”

Viktor made his way towards you, muttering a quiet ‘May I hold it?’ and you realized it was the first time you had heard him talk. His accent was rich and alluring, and you longed to be able to listen to it again.

You nodded, shifting in your seat as he crouched slightly. A weight was lifted from your thighs as Viktor clumsily sat next to you on the small couch, grabbing Ekko’s invention. His eyes assessed it meticulously; the object glowed in a bright green and you learned the bad way that if you touched it in the wrong places, the electricity would zap you.

“How exactly did this kid crash it?” He held it up against the light coming from the window. A small piece shattered due to the movements, and the remaining objects fell on his lap, along with a big golden screw that caught his attention. “It looks new, but I believe it must have been quite the accident for it to end up this way.”

You chuckled under your breath explaining that it was indeed, quite the crash. Viktor shifted in his seat, making the screw roll towards his inner thigh, about to fall between his legs. You watched as if it was in slow motion, and before you could think about how inappropriate this action might seem, your hand landed on his crotch, holding the screw.

Before he could even process the movement, you held the object towards him, looking anywhere but his face. He grabbed it hesitantly, eyes wide, but after a few seconds he seemed to register the touch and his cheeks were covered in a cloud of pink dust. Your eyes finally landed on Professor Heimerdinger, terrified of the prospect of him having seen the awkward interaction. Still, relief filled your body when you turned and he seemed more preoccupied with chuckling at his Poro, who had managed to fall face-first on a stack of papers waiting to get graded.

An overwhelming feeling hit you right in the chest, clawing at your throat and begging you to please leave the embarrassing situation.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Viktor.” Heimerdinger looked up to see you were already standing up, flattening the wrinkles on your skirt “I'm very sorry, Professor, but I have to leave soon if I don't want to be late for work; today we had the inauguration of a new drink and I believe the café is hectic according to my boss”

“Oh yes, Miss Y/N, duty calls.” The Yordle smiled understandingly “Perhaps tomorrow I might stop by to discuss some trivial matters. I would also like to try that Pumpkin drink you've been offering since last week.”

You chuckled nervously as you headed towards the door, not without petting the small Poro that hovered around your feet. You had always thought he was a risk of tripping but never said anything for Heimerdinger’s sake.

You spared a glance towards Viktor, who was still sitting on the couch, the hoverboard no longer resting in his hands, but on his lap, and the golden screw being flicked between his nimble fingers. “I hope you find enough of a challenge with this… Invention, Viktor”

His lips quirked in a lopsided smile. “I'm sure I will, Miss Y/N.”

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“I mean- Everything would be okay if Bonnard had the balls to apologize to Fi. She would have forgiven him! But he just had to be a hissy-pissy man.” Koa, bless his soul, had been droning on and on about the fighting match that his neighbors next door had been having the night before.

Ever since you had met him, you reveled in his ability to talk shit while making the most intricate drinks in the house with no mistakes.

You had tried that once; talking while making a Cocado-Crisp Frappuccino, and it ended up with two failed attempts and an angry customer.

You put your apron on and looked around to see the café twice as full as you had expected; your manager, Sao, had told you that it had been this way since morning and that they had to order an emergency delivery since they had been running out of product.

You knew for a fact that this place had always been one to be hectic; you had many regulars who came daily for their fill, along with the classic coffee addicts that stopped by and ended up staying the whole day; having a twenty-four-hour library café was a dream place for students in the Academy, and it just happened to be stationed right in the campus.

Today, though, there was a monumental amount of people coming in and out; the line was so big that if you looked at the establishment from the outside, you would be able to see people on the sidewalk waiting for their turn.

“But anyway, what can you expect from a guy who is only living off of daddy’s money.” Koa rolled his eyes as he scribbled a name on the cup before turning to you. “So, how’d it go in the Undercity? Did you run into your dad’s new kid?”

You glared playfully at the redhead “You know I don't go near that part of town.” you cut a piece of cake and placed it on the microwave “In all honesty, I don't even know what the girl looks like. The only thing I heard is that she drives him crazy.”

“You know, he might be looking to replace you with her.” Viper’s voice startled both of you, causing you to let out a small shriek.

“You know it might be true though” Koa agreed, handing you an order for a Mocha. “He went crazy looking for you and now, all of a sudden, he adopted a weird little girl he found on the streets. It adds up; he loses a kid and replaces it with another.”

“Okay, now you are making it sound like children are some sort of toy.”

“Wait that's not what I meant!” He complained “I'm just saying; she might be his way of coping after losing you”

You blinked a couple of times, assessing the information, and then moved on.

“You guys might be on to something, not gonna lie” You poured the drink on a cup and put it over the counter next to a Cafe Au Lait, though before you were able to go back, you noticed that the cake you had heated up was still there, waiting to get picked up. “Koa, who ordered the lemon cake?”

He frowned as he looked through the names written down on the long list of orders. “Talis. It was actually ordered to go with the Au Lait and the Mocha”

“Oh that must be Jayce then,” You said. You grabbed a small box meant for the pastries and put the cake inside and placed both coffees in a cardboard cup holder “Lemon cake, Cafe Au Lait, and Mocha to go for Jayce Talis.”

You rang the bell as you placed the order on the counter once again. Soon, a tall guy emerged from the sea of people holding his receipt up high. He nearly tripped on the way to the counter but he managed to get there in one piece.

“Oh hi Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here.” His eyes lit up before receiving his food “This place is amazing, what are you guys celebrating?”

Jayce was one of the brightest students in the academy, you were sure of it, but one thing you knew for sure after working alongside him on a Literature project, was that he hardly paid attention to his surroundings.

“Well, it's a new drink that the owners have launched” you explained “It's actually not a big deal, just boba, but with all the advertising people must have thought it was a new technological advance of some sort.”

“I wish drinks were part of technology; that way I would be good at them” He took a sip of his Mocha “Damn, I think this is the best Mocha I've ever had.”

“I'm grateful you feel that way; I made it myself” Viper handed you a coffee and you placed it on the counter for it to get picked up. “You don't strike me as a type to get a Cafe Au Lait, who is the lucky girl?”

Jayce seemed to choke on his drink, a deep laugh vibrating through his entire body. “It's actually for my lab partner, his name is Viktor. He's working on fixing some sort of device he brought into the lab. He has been very protective over it; I've barely even seen it and I'm not even allowed to touch it.”

“It's a hoverboard, actually” The boy stared at you in utter confusion. You would have laughed, but your professionalism kept your calm demeanor. “I met Viktor today; Heimerdinger introduced us. Long story short, he wanted something to tinker with and I gave him the hoverboard so he could fix it. He said he wanted a challenge and the thingy seemed interesting enough.”

“OH” Jayce’s eyes were blown wide and his jaw fell open dramatically. “You-” He looked in your direction as if he recognized you from somewhere but didn't know exactly where. You gave him a few seconds to pull himself together and watched him struggle to get the words out when the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together in his brain. “Well- It's getting late and these drinks won't be warm if I don't hurry. Bye Y/N, have a good day, and a good life. Bye, goodnight! Bye, see you later, goodbye.”

You watched him struggle to leave the place as fast as the sea of people allowed him to do so, before looking back at you from the door, waving goodbye, and scurrying past a young couple.

An old lady stepped forward grabbing the coffee you had placed on the counter. “That sure was an odd little fella,” she said, before putting her receipt in your hand and waddling away.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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jinx ask if you can, Jinx with a s/o who's basically a total angel to her. tries to cheer her up, patch her up, and just be someone she doesn't have to be afraid around and just be super supportive even when she's having a episode.

Until a day comes when they have their own breakdown and tearfully admit they understand her and try to help her because they've been through the exact same stuff and know what it's like, only they didn't have anyone to help them like she has with silco and doesn't want her to deal with that pain alone.

Oh Jinx!!! Honestly she deserves all good things!

Jinx hasn’t seen you all day and was growing more and more panicked by the second. She had searched every inch of this city and below and still no luck.

Heading back to her usual hideout, dejected and defeated, she hears sniffling coming from one of the corners. Nearing closer, she sees your huddled figure.

“Y/n…what’s wrong?? Where were you?? I thought you left me!! And—!” She starts to quiet down a bit when you lift your head, red eyes and all.

Noting you wiping tears from your eyes, she’s staring wide-eyed at you. Are you hurt? Did someone do something? Say something?

Rushing over to you, Jinx makes herself comfortable in checking you over while unleashing her barrage of questions, you manage a dry laugh.

“All this time I’ve helped you, even when you’ve had Silco, I forgot about myself. I’m such a fool.” It dawns on her that you’ve been in her place before, but at least she had a caretaker. You were alone.

You feel an awkward side hug from her, and while it’s a small appreciation, you can’t help but let your tears flow more.

In all her hyperactivity and antics that you help her with, while keeping her out of some trouble, there was no one there for you. Not truly.

You let yourself grieve what wasn’t for you, but also finding comfort in the fact that at least you weren’t alone now

#arcane #inbox request #headcanons #jinx x gender neutral reader #jinx x oc #jinx x you #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #powder #arcane league of legends #arcane lol #arcane x gender neutral reader #arcane x reader #arcane x oc #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #arcane jinx #writeblr #angst

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arcaneincorrectquotes · 2 years

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Jinx: Why do you think I don't like you? I do. I would kill for you. Ask me to kill for you.

Y/n: First off all calm down-

#jinx #arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x y/n #arcane headcanon #arcane headcanons #lol arcane #arcane incorrect quotes #jinxheadcanons #jinxheadcanon #jinxarcane #arcanejinx #powder #arcanepowder #powderarcane

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zujime · 2 years

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HII HII, i loved your lastest post!!! I wanted to say thank you and I Joel this doesn’t bother or annoy you in any way but I hope you don’t mind me sending another request to you but here I go

can you do Vi, Sevika and Jinx with a S/O who has a Kaito Personality from Vocaloid?

if you don’t know who he is I’ll give you some info about him 😓😓

1. A bit goofy sometimes, but gets serious when needed. He cares a lot about the others and likes to think of himself as kind of a fatherly figure for the previously mentioned vocaloids.

2. he loves wearing his scarf a lot because it means a lot to him.

3. and you can search up what he wears because i am no good at explaining what he’s wearing

4. unpopular opinion but in his Ghost Rule cover, he sounds like a microwave😔

that’s it but have a great day

─── vi + jinx x reader

c.w. fluffy stuff, established relationship

- it's fine, but please be sure to check requesting rules before requesting to see who i write for. i'm sorry but i don't write for sevika so i'm just going to write jinx and vi for this one. also i haven't listened to his ghost rule cover so i wouldn't know💀

JINX

- because you kind of act like a parental figure in her eyes, it sometimes brings tears to her eyes, especially when you hold her and whisper to her how you'd never leave. she's a puddle.

- when she just finished an invention or something, she's running to get you and show you with the biggest smile on her face, all giddy and excited for how you'd react to it. and at times when she's making things for you, she'd try her hardest to cover it up so you don't spoil the surprise, but sometimes the usual excuses can only go so far.

- she loves you dad/mom jokes. sometimes the jokes are enough to make her groan and roll her eyes at you, but she still finds them funny. would sit down and listen to your jokes for hours to no end also because she loves the sound of your voice, she always perks up at the sound of it no matter how far.

- asks you to do her hair and nails sometimes, either while she's working or when she's just jamming out. she wants you to give her the wackiest styles you can think of and she also want to match in someway, whether it with nails or a crazy hairdo. give her what you got!

- it's enough to make her cry, like bawl her eyes out cause she's still not over vander's death, so to have someone like you, it's almost too much for her to handle. and though it would take a lot of trust for her to finally feel comfortable showing signs of vulnerability in front of you, it's still so heartwarming to her that you'd never want to leave her side.

- your jokes do make her cringe at times, but she loves them and she loves you, so a cheesy joke or two couldn't hurt. she also loves the sound of your voice, it's enough to soothe her to sleep and she loves hearing you hum or sing a lullaby of some sort to her, whether it's to help her sleep or after a stressful day.

- sometimes she likes to show you what new moves she's picked up and though she's a bit sheepish about showing you, the look of amazement on your face makes it go away to some extent. and to hear you say how you know she won or you know she will, brings her this confidence that no one can rid of.

- there are times where she just wants you to hold her or when she just wants to hold you, on the couch, bed, chair, anywhere really because she also can't bear to be without you, to be deprived of that warmth you'd always deliver to her, even on good days. sometimes even a hug is enough to crack her tough exterior, especially one from you.

#[♪]. vi #[♪]. jinx #arcane fluff #vi arcane #arcane violet #arcane vi #vi arcane x reader #arcane x reader #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #jinx headcanon #jinx x y/n #vi fluff #vi x y/n #vi headcanons #powder arcane

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Arcane Masterlist

Hey! This is my new Arcane Masterlist since I accidentally deleted the original one.

TagList

Arcane Masterlist #2

The Last of Us Masterlist

The Walking Dead Game Masterlist

Sevika

Teen Love, Lost Love & Returned Love

S/o With A Child

Found Family

Pet Headcannons

Reader who's Too Shy To Ask For Affection

S/o With Zhongli Personality

Throwing Vi Over Your Shoulder

Stressed S/o

Reuniting With Vi

My Girl

Dragging Vi Into The Rain

S/o With A Child

Pet Headcannons

S/o Getting Amnesia

Shy S/o

Maleficent Reader

Vi Having A Crush

Flustering Vi

S/o Getting Hurt

Selfless S/o

Stoic & Intimidating S/o

S/o Who Seems "Weak" But Isn't

Fox Owner Reader

Egg Assignment

Caitlyn

Throwing Caitlyn Over Your Shoulder

Dragging Caitlyn Into The Rain

S/o With A Child

Pet Headcannons

S/o Having Amnesia

Shy S/o

Caitlyn Having A Crush

Stoic & Intimidating S/o

Fox Owner Reader

Egg Assignment

Ekko

Throwing Ekko Over Your Shoulder

Stressed S/o

Reuniting With Ekko

Top Of The Tree

S/o Who Works With Gadgetry

Dragging Ekko Into The Rain

S/o With A Child

Clingy S/o

Pet Headcannons

Ekko Fluff

Doing Ekko's Face Paint

S/o having Amnesia

Maleficent Reader

Ekko Having A Crush

Flustering Ekko

A Timeless Cycle

S/o Getting Hurt

Selfless S/o

Reader Who Can Sing

S/o Who Seems "Weak" But isn't

Egg Assignment

Jinx

Throwing Jinx over Your Shoulder

Your Grace

Your Grace - Part 2

Jinx Dragging You Into The Rain

S/o With A Child

Pet headcannons

They're Loud

A Mothers Love

No Voices

Don't Leave

Teenage Dream

Maleficent Reader

Jinx Having A Crush

Flustering Jinx

S/o Getting Hurt

Selfless S/o

Stoic & Intimidating S/o

S/o Who Seems "Weak" But Isn't

Fox Owner Reader

Back In Time

Pinky Powder Promise

A Sister's Love

Reserved For Jinx

Egg Assignment

Intimidating S/o

Viktor

S/o With Zhongli Personality

Reuniting With Viktor

S/o Who Works With Gadgetry

Seeing Reader Without Glasses

Pet Headcannons

S/o Having Amnesia

The Luckiest Day Of His Life

Fox Owner Reader

Archangel Reader

Paranormal Researcher Reader

Egg Assignment

Jayce

S/o With Zhongli Personality

Councilor S/o

Male Bodyguard S/o

Paranormal Researcher Reader

Egg Assignment

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homosatan-016 · 2 years

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really want Anya Taylor-Joy to play live action Jinx

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kissettka · 1 year

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MY FUCKING GOD I FINALY DRAW SOMETHING i'm very proud of that peace tho 😭 irene really likes powder.

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ashvillain · 2 years

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Have some little spoilers for The New Hound of the Underground fanfic I'm writing. The third chapter is almost finished 😭😭

#arcane #arcane jinx #arcane lol #nb character #ekko #nblw love #new hound of the underground #nonbinary #piltover #powder #vi x oc #vi #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi arcane

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j-art-2d2 · 2 years

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taking ekko requests!! anon said they’re starved and i wanna deliver!! pls send !

#jinx x ekko #ekko #ekko arcane #star guardian ekko #ekko x y/n #ekko league of legends #ekko fanart #ekko smut #ekko x powder #arcanefanfic #arcane smut #arcane fanfic #arcane league of legends #arcane fanart

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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━ 𝐕𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

To be read in no particular order . . .

☼ A Sneak Thief and Her Sunshine - Vi and you have to keep the secret from your mother at all costs, besides it's kind of fun to run around. But she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy after seeing you with a certain prince.

☼ Masquerade - You wanted Vi at the ball so badly, and she made sure to keep her promise, and must she say you looked amazing. But a small panic puts you both nervous, hoping that you'll be able to stay together. But, you will, as fate is funny like that.

☼ Awaiting You - Vi loves to sneak up to your room late at night. And you always wait for her, even when she's a little late.

☼ Town Square new ! - Vi takes you down to the village and realizes that you really are the love of her life. Because everyone else seems to love you, even if they have no idea who you are.

☼ More coming soon . . .

#vi x yn #vi arcane #vi and powder #vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #arcane vi #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane

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fatecantstopme · 4 months

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Spell Bound

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen...I couldn't help myself.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names. An excessive amount of heavy SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, oral (F receiving), multiple cream pies

"I freaking hate witches," Dean mumbled as he picked the lock on the apartment door.

You chuckled softly, very used to hearing him grumble every time you were hunting a witch.

He slowly walked into the apartment and you followed in after him.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" you asked quietly.

"Big scary magic book. Sam said it's probably on or near some kind of altar."

"Big scary magic book," you muttered under your breath. "Makes perfect sense."

You sighed as you walked into the living room and noticed several bookcases lined with large books. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean shot you a weary smile. "Guess it might take a little longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You took one side of the room and Dean took the other. Sam had described the look of the book to the both of you, but there was really no way to be 100% certain if you found it.

About 15 minutes into your perusal, you spotted a large leather-bound book tucked under what appeared to be an altar cloth. You slowly removed the cloth, wary of what you might uncover. The book was almost exactly as Sam had described, so you had a feeling it was the right one.

"I think I found it," you said aloud.

At almost the same exact moment, a crash sounded from behind you and Dean let out a string of curses.

You spun around to see the hunter brushing off some sort of florescent pink dust from his face. "What the hell did you do?"

"I was moving some of the books and this box fell out and some powder just kinda...sprayed my face."

"Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "I didn't even see it."

You sighed. "Great. God only knows what the hell that was."

He looked at the box carefully, but there was nothing written on it to identify the powdery substance he had inhaled. He gave you another sheepish look and shrugged. "Maybe it's not harmful."

You shot him a stony look. "Dean...it's a witch. It's not gonna be fairy dust."

He sighed, knowing you were right. He started shifting his shoulders a bit as if he was uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here. I'll call Sam on the way back to the motel and see if he has any idea what it could be."

Dean nodded and followed you out the door. By the time you got outside the building and to the car, he was twitching like an addict in need of a fix.

"Dean?" you asked tentatively.

"My skin feels like it's on fire and--and it's like--itchy. And there's a weird feeling inside that I can't describe, but it doesn't feel nice."

"Okay...how 'bout I drive?"

He looked up at you with concerned eyes, but he handed you the keys and got into the passenger seat. You knew he must really be feeling terrible if he was letting you drive Baby.

You started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot while simultaneously calling Sam on your cell. He answered on the third ring.

"Dean got some sort of witchy powder on his face and now he's...itchy?" you said quickly in lieu of a greeting.

Sam sighed. "What are his symptoms?"

You put the phone on speaker. "Dean, what are your symptoms?"

Dean couldn't look at you and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "I feel like crawling out of my own skin, everything aches, and I'm having a hard time breathing right. Oh and I can literally smell (Y/N)'s skin, which is totally not normal!"

"You can smell my skin?"

He grumbled under his breath. "I can smell your skin and your shampoo and your goddamn body wash, and I want--fuck. What the hell is wrong with me, Sam?"

"Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me call Bobby and see if he has any ideas."

You set the phone down on the seat beside you. "Maybe you're turning into some kind of animal?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean...you can smell me...which is weird and kind of--animalistic."

"I don't think that's it," he said harshly. "My body is aching in a way I can't even begin to describe to you, but I don't think I'm morphing into anything."

You eyed him carefully, worry etched into your face. He was your closest friend and trusted hunting partner, and you hated seeing him like this. Witches scared the shit out of you...you knew what they were capable of.

"Maybe drive a little faster," he hissed.

You pressed harder on the gas and the Impala shot down the road. When your phone rang, you answered it immediately.

"So I think I might know what it is, but I have something I need to ask Dean first," Sam said.

"Okay." You looked at Dean. "Can you hold the phone? Sam wants to ask you something."

Dean took the phone from your hand, hissing as his skin made contact with yours. "What?" he grumbled.

"This is gonna be awkward, but I need to know, okay? Do you feel--umm--aroused at all?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he let his brother's question sink in. Ohhh fuuuuck, he thought to himself. He glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge straining against them. With the intense pain he was experiencing, he hadn't really noticed. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled. "Yeah."

"Okay, well the good news is, I know what it is. It's called sex pollen."

"It's called what?"

"Sex pollen. The name doesn't really matter, but you have all the symptoms. They're only going to get worse until--well until you die."

"Die? Is there a cure?"

You looked over at Dean in terror, your foot pressing down even further on the pedal. Dean's hand was shaking slightly as he put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

"You have to--uhh--well--shit. You have to umm...fuck it out."

"I have to what?"

"Dude, I know, okay? But you don't have a choice. If you don't you'll die a rather painful death."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said again. "Can I, umm, take care of it myself?"

"According to what Bobby read, the only option is actual intercourse with another person."

"How long do I have?"

You were acutely aware of Dean's close proximity to you, and now you understood the nature of his pain. Your own breathing was more labored, but you desperately tried to maintain control of yourself. Don't make it weird, (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

"30 minutes from the time of contact until...until death," Sam answered.

"30 minutes?" you gasped. You started doing the math in your head as Dean continued talking to his brother. "We have maybe 10 more minutes until we get back to the motel and that leaves about 10 until..."

Dean looked over at you, his normally green eyes dark with need. "I'm so fucked," he muttered.

"That doesn't really leave us time to find someone for you to--you know," you said worriedly.

"Shit."

"Might wanna make it fast," Sam said.

"Obviously," Dean snapped. "How long will it take to...get out of my system?"

"That depends," Sam began. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

"Another story?"

"It could take a lot longer."

"Great," you mumbled.

"Sam, don't be there when we get there," Dean growled at his brother before hanging up the phone.

"Dean?" you questioned softly.

"Just drive, (Y/N)."

You continued driving, but your focus was most definitely not on the road. You could hear the heavy breathing and the soft pained sounds coming from the man beside you and it made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It certainly didn't help that you had wanted him for years and seeing him like this was making you feel things you absolutely shouldn't be feeling.

Dean flirted with you regularly, but he flirted with almost every person he came into contact with. It's just a part of his personality, so you never read into it. While Dean quite obviously adored you (and you him), you were not his type. You were a good fighter, sure, but where you really excelled was research. You were brilliant--almost as knowledgable as Bobby, though you still had plenty to learn. You were also significantly more--voluptuous than the women Dean gravitated to. Soft, chubby, more to love--whatever you wanna call it. As such, you'd never made any sort of move to announce your feelings for him. You didn't want to face his rejection.

"Sweetheart, if you don't speed up, I'm liable to die before we make it there," Dean hissed.

You shot him a look. "We're less than two minutes away, so don't die on me yet, Winchester."

He exhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm not gonna make it either way, (Y/N). Like you said, we don't have enough time to find a, uh--partner."

You took a deep breath. "I can't let you die."

He looked over at you and you felt his gaze boring right into your soul. "I can't do that to you."

"I really don't see how we have much of a choice here."

You pulled into the motel parking lot before he could respond.

"Let's go," you said quickly as you got out of the car and made your way to your room.

Dean was right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, Dean was pushing you through it and locking it behind you.

"Shit," he muttered. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, Dean," you said softly. "I'm not afraid."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your chin. "You should be...I'm going to lose control."

"It's alright...use me."

He let out a low growl and squeezed your chin tighter. "I--I won't be able to make this good for you."

You pressed yourself against his body, feeling the hard ridges against you. "It's not about me. You need this."

That was all it took for Dean to let go. His lips attacked yours with a hunger you were not expecting despite the intensity of the situation. He was not at all gentle as he tore your clothes from your body, ripping his own off with equal force.

He tossed you down on the bed with shocking ease. He had absolutely no difficulty manhandling you. You weren't sure if it was the sex pollen or just him.

His lips and hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your soft skin he could possibly reach. He needed to be inside of you so badly it was almost impossible to breathe. His skin burned with each touch and his instincts screamed at him to just break you.

He moves his way down your body and you're surprised as he stops just above your core. "Dean, what are you doing?" You knew he needed a release--and soon--or he wasn't gonna make it.

A voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). Even in his current state, he wanted to avoid hurting you if he could. "Need to get you ready," he grunted.

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was devouring your pussy. The sounds he made were incredible, the feeling almost electrifying. He slid two fingers in and moved them in a scissoring motion to help loosen you up.

He was only down there for a 30 seconds before he came up and locked eyes with you. "I can't hold off anymore."

You nodded. "Just let go. I'll be okay."

He knew the moment he slid inside you, he'd be a goner. Whatever tiny amount of self control he'd managed to hang onto would disappear in an instant. But he could also feel the roaring agony inside him and he needed to feed it before it devoured him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your ear a split second before he sheathed himself fully inside you.

You cried out--pain mixing with pleasure as his large member stretched you in ways you'd never before experienced.

Dean couldn't give you time to adjust--he was too far gone. His hips began to move and his sole focus was on his own pleasure--his own release.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, so much so that your body started to scoot farther up the bed. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, pace never faltering. The sensations were almost painful given his size, but you wouldn't have stopped him even if you could have.

"Fuck, baby--you feel so good," he grunted.

You were more than a little surprised when he spoke--you hadn't pegged him as a dirty talker. Then again, it could very well have been the pollen. The same could be said of the sounds coming from his mouth. You'd never heard such sinful noises and you loved them.

"So tight--squeezing me so good. Feels like heaven."

You squeezed his cock purposefully, making him groan each time you clenched down. He needed his release and you were gonna make sure he got it. Your own enjoyment was far from your mind--this was essentially a transaction--a lifesaving measure. You had to view it that way to protect your heart...at least that's what you told yourself.

"Baby," he moaned. "Imma fill you up--so close."

Despite the voice in your head telling you this wasn't real--that you shouldn't have any emotional attachments--you reached up and touched his face, caressing it lovingly. "Cum for me, Dean," you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours and he bit his lip--hearing you say his name in the heat of the moment was a bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined. It pushed him right over the edge and he spilled inside of you with a grunt.

You lay beneath him, panting despite the minimal exertion on your part. He'd had his orgasm, but he was still moving, much to your surprise. "You're not done--?"

He shook his head. "Need more."

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over with no warning. You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him access, which he took without hesitation. His cock was still throbbing and the need still burned in his veins. His mind remained singularly focused on his relief--his pleasure.

He slammed into your pussy and set a brutal pace, earning a cry of pain from your lips. This new angle allowed him better access, sending his cock deeper inside of you. His head brushed against your cervix with each thrust, a stinging pain accompanying the pleasure.

Dean's large palm came down on your ass with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his cock as he landed another slap to your round cheek.

"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" Smack. "You like it when I slap this sexy ass?" Smack. "Fuck--squeezing me so tight, sweetheart." Smack.

He was right though, you loved it. You always had, but there was something extra enjoyable about having your ass smacked by Dean Fucking Winchester. Even if you couldn't verbally express your pleasure to him, your pussy made it well-known.

Dean's right hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him as he continued pumping. His left hand trailed up your back until he grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of your neck and pulled. Your head snapped back and you cried out, but you didn't fight him.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to pull this hair, pretty girl? Fuck--I think about it all the time." His pace was relentless and his hand remained entangled in your hair.

You'd never really noticed him looking at your hair in any particular way, so you assumed once again the pollen was making him say such dirty little things.

After several more thrusts, Dean let go of your hair and pushed down on your upper back, forcing you to press your upper body into the mattress. Dean gripped your hips with both of his hands and slammed into you with an intensity that was unmatched by any of his previous actions.

You had a feeling he was close to another orgasm, at least if his grunts and curses were anything to go by. You clenched down around him again, intent on pushing him past the brink.

It worked like a charm. Dean came with a cry of your name, thrusts continuing as he emptied inside of you once again.

You were exhausted and you hadn't had a single orgasm. Part of you really hoped Dean had gotten it all out of his system, but another part of you didn't want this to end. Even if it wasn't real--even if he didn't actually want to be having sex with you, you liked pretending, if only for a little while.

Dean pulled out of you slowly and rolled you over with a surprising gentleness. You assumed that meant he was satiated and the pollen was out of his system.

When you met his eyes, you were surprised by how brilliantly green they were. You'd almost gotten used to the dark forest color that had taken over as a result of the pollen. He was looking at you with an odd expression you couldn't quite place, but for some reason it made you want to scurry away and hide.

"Better?" you whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and a small smirk played on his lips. "Not even close," he murmured.

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss before you had time to respond. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was more passionate, more intense. It made your body tingle all over and a warmth spread through your veins.

Dean's brain fog had finally cleared enough that he could actually slow down and focus on what was happening--on what he was doing, or rather who. He hated that he'd cum twice without even thinking about you, let alone making you orgasm. Dean prided himself on being an excellent lover and he wasn't about to let you leave this bed unsatisfied.

His cock brushed against your pussy as he shifted to hold you closer. You both inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Dean's lips began to travel down your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake. He nipped at your pulse point, earning an excited moan from you. He liked hearing that sound, so he sucked on that spot until you were panting heavily beneath him.

His hands traveled over your soft curves, touching and squeezing all the parts of your body you were self-conscious about. Dean didn't seem to give a damn that your stomach wasn't flat, that your hips weren't narrow and your thighs weren't skinny--in fact, he seemed to be reveling in the feeling of softness.

His lips were so gentle as he continued his downward movements. He kissed and licked and sucked on each of your breasts, spending several minutes focusing on each one. "You have such perfect breasts," he murmured.

You were too surprised, and perhaps too lost in pleasure, to formulate any kind of response to his words. Luckily, he didn't seem to need one, and he refocused his attention on you.

Once he was satisfied your breasts had received enough love, he continued moving down your stomach, stopping to place soft kisses to every mark and scar he saw.

When he reached your sweet pussy, he spread your legs as wide as he could and settled down between them. You were surprised at his actions, especially since you knew he was still hard--that he still needed another release.

Dean was now singularly focused on one thing--and that was you. Now that his damn brain was working properly, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this--even if it was a one time thing because you didn't want him to die, he wasn't about to walk away from this without making you scream his name at least once.

He breathed in deeply, smelling your arousal mixed with his own spend, and he smirked. His eyes flicked up to yours and his mouth latched onto your clit, unleashing an overwhelming assault on your swollen mound.

You gasped as the sudden pleasure washed over you. You couldn't take your eyes off the man between your legs--nor did he take his eyes off you. Every time your hips bucked or you tried to move, his strong arms held you in place so he could continue to watch you.

You were writhing against the sheets in what felt like seconds--it was probably longer, but either way you felt embarrassed at how quickly you fell apart under his touch. Your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, broken moans dripping from your lips.

To your shock, and perhaps concern, Dean didn't stop his assault on your pussy. Even as you tried to squirm away, he held you in place, desperate to give you another orgasm. You whimpered that it was too much, begged him to give you a break, but all of those words quickly morphed into pleas to keep going--don't stop.

"Dean," you gasped as your fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing hold of the short locks by the roots. Your nails scrapped lightly against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

His tongue seemed to dance across your clit, creating beautiful designs and languages only he seemed to know. He paid attention to what motions made you quiver, which ones made you moan, and which ones had you tugging on his hair with an iron grip.

"Dean, please--I--so close," you moaned.

He smiled, enjoying the immense pleasure he was giving you just as much as you seemed to enjoy it. A few moments later, you were once again coming apart against his mouth and he eagerly lapped up everything you had to give him.

This time as you tugged on his hair and squirmed away, he obliged, lifting himself up from between your thighs. He licked his lips as he looked down at your blissed out face.

"You taste like heaven, baby," he murmured. "Wanna taste?"

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes widened and you nodded hesitantly. He smiled wolfishly as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth almost instantly, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss and he held you even more tightly, lips sealed to yours like he needed your air to breathe.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to control his urges long enough to coax two orgasms from you, but he could feel that control waning. "I need you, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I need you so badly."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. You lifted your hips to brush against his cock and he groaned at the contact. You nipped at his jaw and pulled him back down to you. "Fuck me, Dean. Please."

He groaned. "Yes ma'am."

He didn't hesitate as he gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance. He slipped inside easily, having plenty of lubrication to assist him. Despite having been inside of you multiple times at this point, he was still taken aback by how fucking incredible you felt.

"God, I love this pussy," he murmured. "She was made for me."

You moaned softly at his words and the feeling of him inside you once again. As he started to move, he was much more gentle and you found yourself enjoying the sensations--perhaps more than you should.

"You're so good for me, (Y/N)," Dean mumbled, already lost in the feeling of you.

You would have given anything to hear him say that, but the words broke your heart a little. Had he had any other choice, he likely wouldn't be here right now--you wouldn't be the one he was fucking.

"Hey," he whispered, a rough, calloused hand running along your cheek as he looked at you. "Where's that pretty little head at?"

You smiled at him. "Right here, Dean."

Somewhere inside of him, he knew you were lying, but the damn pollen was still affecting his senses. He accepted your response and went back to his actions, focusing on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock like a vise.

He wanted to feel you cum one more time...wanted to feel the way you'd squeeze his cock as you came. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him, lost in pleasure he gave you.

He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your hips, sliding the pillow under them. This provided him a new, improved angle, allowing him to cage you beneath him and hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Dean!" you gasped as the first thrust hit your g-spot.

He grinned and picked up his pace, slamming into it repeatedly. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge of an orgasm you knew would ruin you. Dean Winchester already made you feel things no other man ever had and his ability in bed was no exception. Damn him.

His thrusts were firm and measured, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The familiar tightening in your gut was so intense you thought you might actually explode.

Dean's strong arms were on either side of your head and he was looking down at you with that same strange expression from earlier. "You're so damn beautiful, baby. I wanna watch this pretty face as you cum for me."

You gasped, unprepared for the way his words made you feel. You felt emboldened, so you asked for what you needed. "I need more, Dean."

His hand slipped between your bodies, a single finger gently massaging your clit as he continued to fuck you. "That better, baby?"

You nodded rapidly, earning a soft chuckle from his sweet lips.

"You gonna cum for me beautiful?"

You nodded again.

"Yeah? I want you to keep those pretty eyes open when you cum, okay? Wanna see you fall apart."

"Dean..." you whispered.

"I know, sweet girl. I've got you."

Your brain seemed to short-circuit in that moment. All you could feel was a blinding hot pressure immediately followed by an intense euphoria. You heard someone scream "Dean!" and you belatedly realized it had been your voice.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Dean spiraling over the edge of his own. He hadn't even been prepared for it--the mixture of you screaming his name and the sensations of you squeezing him so tightly and the gorgeous way your face contorted as you came was all he needed.

He emptied into you a third and final time, his cock finally beginning to soften as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out and flopped down beside you on the bed, his body aching from what had to be some of the best sex of his life--sex pollen or not.

You were just as sore as Dean--probably more so given you literally couldn't move. The two of you laid there in silence, slowly coming down from the electrical highs you'd experienced, both trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours.

Dean was the first to recover. "Did I hurt you?" he asked so softly you almost didn't hear him.

You turned your head to look at him and your heart clenched at the expression on his face. He was genuinely worried, brows furrowed in concern. You contemplated lying to him, but you knew he'd see right through you.

"A little," you said honestly.

He winced and his beautiful eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)--I would never hurt you on purpose--ever."

You offered him a small smile he couldn't see, until your hand touched his cheek and he opened his eyes again. "I know."

There were a thousand other things you wanted to say--a thousand words you wanted to string together into just the right sentences, but you couldn't. You wouldn't put yourself through it.

"Shower?" he asked softly.

"I honestly don't think I can stand."

A smirk played on his lips. "That should not make me feel so damn good."

You laughed lightly, glad to hear the teasing tone in his voice that you loved so much.

He managed to pull himself into a sitting position. "It's not ideal, but there is a bathtub..." he trailed off.

"I wouldn't mind a bath," you admitted.

He nodded and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady at first, but managed to make his way to the bathroom. You heard the water running as he filled up the tub.

You laid there thinking about everything that had just happened. This was a position you'd never imagined you'd be in--with anyone, let alone Dean Winchester.

You knew this wasn't something you were going to be able to forget about, but you hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you and eventually this would just be a funny story.

Suddenly, Sam's words from earlier snapped into your mind. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

One and done...one and done. This most definitely had not been a 'one and done' scenario. But didn't that mean...? No. No way. Impossible. Dean Winchester does NOT have feelings for you.

You began to rationalize your thought process. Maybe "care about" included a friendly relationship. Yeah...yeah that made the most sense. Of course Dean cares about you. You're his best friend. There couldn't possibly be anything more to it...right?

As if on cue, Dean stepped back into the room. "Bath's ready."

"Okay." You tried to pull yourself up, but you immediately fell back against the mattress, body too worn out to sustain any kind of movement.

Dean chuckled lightly and came up to the side of the bed. He pulled the pillow out from under your hips and slipped his arms under your body, hoisting you up bridal style.

"Jesus!" you yelled. "Put me down! I'm too heavy--you'll throw out your back."

Dean laughed. "Calm down, (Y/N). I just threw you around this bed repeatedly with zero issues. I promise I can carry you to the bathroom without dying."

"But--"

He glared at you and tightened his grip on you as if to prove his point. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your body, so shut it."

Your mouth closed immediately. His words sent a jolt directly to your core and you were almost annoyed by it. As if three orgasms wasn't enough...

Dean very gently set you on your feet in the bathroom and slowly helped you into the tub. As soon as he got you into a seated position, he got into the tub as well, slipping in behind you.

"Umm...whatcha doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Isn't the tub a bit small for both of us?"

You could feel him shrug behind you. "I think it's perfect size. Now come here." He grabbed your shoulders and gently pulled you back so you were laying against his chest. "That's better," he muttered.

Your mind began to race once again as you laid there, body tense and uncomfortable.

"Okay, (Y/N), I know you better than anyone, so don't you dare lie to me. Where's your head at?"

"I--" you sighed. "I'm not really sure how to feel."

He nodded. "I know you didn't want this--I feel like I had to literally force myself onto you and I hate that. I know you only agreed so I wouldn't die, but--"

"Woah--stop." You sat up and turned your head to face him. "That's not true at all. You didn't force me to do anything."

"Okay, maybe 'force' is the wrong word...but you did have sex with me to save my life. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm painfully aware," you muttered.

He ran his hand over his face. "I'm not saying any of this right."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip. "Remember what Sammy said? About...how long the effects would last?"

You nodded.

"Well in case you didn't notice, I had three orgasms."

"Both me and my very sore vagina noticed," you said lightly.

He sighed. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, (Y/N)?"

You turned a little more so you could see his face better. He had that same look he'd had when he was making you feel incredible. "I need to hear you say it..." you whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward so his face was mere inches from yours. "He didn't mean 'care' as in 'we're friends, so I care about you'...he meant 'care' as in 'love'."

Your lips parted and you inhaled sharply.

"So you see, I don't just care about you as a friend...and I don't just love you as a friend...I'm in love with you."

"You--you love me?"

"In love," he repeated. "For as long as I can remember."

"You're in love--with me?"

He chuckled softly. "Who else would I be talking to, baby? Yes, I'm in love with you."

"I--I don't know--" you stuttered.

"The only thing you need to know is how you feel. Do you know how you feel about me, (Y/N)?" he whispered.

You nodded slowly.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you too."

He grinned widely. "Yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks turning red.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. He looked down at you with that expression he'd been wearing and you suddenly realized what it was...it was love--real, true, beautiful, heart aching love.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, which you returned in kind. He held you tightly, loving the feeling of your body in his arms.

"We better get cleaned up before this water gets cold," he said softly, lips pressing to your hair.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

He chuckled. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, babe."

"But I'm comfortable," you whined.

He smiled against your cheek. "Give me five minutes to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?"

You looked over at him and smiled. "Deal."

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