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eternal-armin · 2 years

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slipping through my fingers. ii

jinx manages to revive you, but it isn't exactly what she expected. nor is it a very happy reunion. reader: neutral. cw: reader in extreme pain, distress, a very light mention of bile, mirroring the events of jinx's revival. for anyone wondering why jinx didn't revive [y/n] with shimmer, the reasoning will be explored in later parts.

looking at your body again, lying across a table in her hideout, jinx wanted to cry again. you were dirty, injured, after protecting her from that monkey bomb. without you, she would be dead. without you, ekko might have gotten the gemstone. without you, her entire plan would've crumbled like a weak foundation.

it was so cruel to take you away before seeing the success you would've brought. dick move, god, but jinx was gonna undo it either way. she cracked her knuckles, expression determined and unbroken. this was gonna be a long night of studying the arcane. but it would all pay off. this was gonna work. it was gonna work! and she would finally tell you how much you meant to her.

she worked quickly. she didn't have a choice.

every few seconds, she glanced at you. maybe you would move, you would breathe, blink, something, anything.

and at some point you... did. your shoulders moved and you breathed, shallowly, mumbling something that she didn't comprehend. she was too busy rushing over to you, shock numbing her senses.

"[y/n]?! toots, you- you're a... you're alive! oh god, please, say something. hey, c'mon. c'mon, you can say something, please!" carefully cupping your cheek, she looked over your face, your eyes just barely opened. for a split second, there was recognition in your gorgeous gaze. but it was snuffed out like a candle. jinx bit her lip, feeling overwhelmed again. did she just lose you for a second time?

no. no, she was gonna get you back. she was going to get you back.

"don't you worry a little bit, precious. you'll be back. and i will never, ever, ever let you die again. i promise." she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

maybe you still felt it.

out of pitch blackness you gasped for air, choking on your own breath. your eyes shot open and your soul was shoved back into your body with no mercy, bringing you nothing but pure, searing-hot agony. you couldn't help but cry out, shutting your eyes tight again to try and keep from crying.

"[y/n]!" though murky, you could hear... a voice. it felt like you were supposed to recognize it.

was [y/n] you?

your resolve wasn't strong enough to keep back the tears. they spilled haphazardly, and your body convulsed with painful sobs. the pain was just getting worse and worse and nothing was helping, not like you had anything that could. your entire body, every single part of every nerve, was being stabbed with red-hot knives over and over and over but you never grew numb to it.

"[y/n], it's okay, it's okay, sweets, i'm here!"

someone took your hand in theirs, and you squeezed it tightly, your knuckles turning white.

"you can get through this, precious, you're okay. you're okay, you'll be okay!" seeing you like this broke her heart, almost as much as watching you die. but you weren't gonna die. never again. just like she promised.

with the comforting words of whoever this was, the pain finally became manageable. it still hurt like hell, and maybe that was where you were. but then it became bearable. then it faded into a dull, aching throb in your entire heavy body, mocking you by being just painful enough to keep you squirming, but hurting more when you moved. tears still stained your dirty face, and jinx did her best to wipe them away. but they simply didn't stop.

"h-hey, toots, you- are you okay? can you open your eyes for me? please, please, just look at me, okay?" the desperation which you heard made you even more afraid. not only did you just experience such searing pain you forgot your own name, but now you were greeted with a worried voice that you didn't recognize.

you obeyed, though. you always did.

your eyes swam with lingering pain and endless confusion. it hurt jinx to see that, but at least you were looking at her again. at least you could see her again.

"hey! hey, sweetheart! you're back...! oh, you're back! it worked, oh my god, it worked..." she hugged you, and the affection so deeply comforted you, yet your confusion still remained. perhaps it only got worse. your vision was clearer; you could see a little bit. you didn't recognize the place you were in nor the person who was embracing you. but you had a feeling that you should recognize them. the vaguest sense of deja vu. this should be familiar.

yet it wasn't.

"w-what... what happened? where am i? what's going on?" good god, you sounded terrible. your throat was scratchier than coarse sandpaper. in the back of your throat, you tasted copper. bloody bile.

"you... well, ya died, toots." she paused, inhaling deeply, trying to get it through her head that you were back. you were alive. there was no need to cry anymore. "i couldn't stand to lose you, so- so i promised i wouldn't. i had to bring ya back. don't hold it against me. i just- i love you so, so, so much it hurts sometimes and i was an idiot to never tell you that before. so i'm telling you now!" her tone and volume were all over the place. she pulled away from the hug, tenderly cupping your cheeks in her hands. "i love you. and not platonically either. i love you, i dedicate everythin' to you, and- a-and i wanna spend the rest of my life waking up to your gorgeous face."

the relief and adoration in her eyes couldn't have possibly been directed at you. it felt like you were enveloped in this beautiful warmth of love and yet you recalled nothing about where it came from. your heart ached for this person you didn't know, this person you should've known.

"so- so do you... love me back? y'know? do you wanna wake up with me too?" jinx's voice shook, though it was softer.

"i-i... i'm sorry. i don't know who you are." you had no recollection of this girl or your relationship. yet tears still blurred your vision when you saw that love seep out of her eyes, leaving them dark, horrified. her expression was molded to fit her eyes.

"what? what? no. no, no, no." she pulled away, stepping backward before beginning to pace. she filed through books for a few second, tossing them aside without care if they didn't have her answers. "fuck, did i do it wrong? no. no!"

within an instant, jinx turned back to you, slamming her hands down on the table beside you. the sound made you jump and flinch away. "no! no, i refuse to believe that! you're fucking with me! don't say that, you remember me! you've gotta!"

those eyes, that expression, that aura, everything about her screamed angry. her expression softened into pure shock, seeing the terror which you reflected back.

"please- please don't hurt me, i-i don't know you."

instantly she stepped back again, covering her mouth with her hand. "oh no... no. i just got you back. i can't lose you again." she sniffled, swallowing back her own cries.

"who are you? what is going on? i-i, i just- what is happening?"

the pain was steadily flowing out of your body and, therefore, out of your voice. jinx was once again greeted with that familiar, beautiful sound unique only to you. whether it made her feel better or worse was... inconclusive. maybe both.

"you really just don't remember me, huh." she chuckled. what else was she supposed to do? "i'm jinx. i was your best friend. i- i showed ya how to make bombs and other trinkets and you were such an incredible person, i can't- i can't believe i still managed to fuck this up! oh my god. oh god." with every word she spoke she got closer to crying. but she couldn't. please, not now, not ever.

just like before, you managed to keep your cool after a moment, even when jinx was panicking right beside you. "okay... so, jinx, you were my best friend?"

"i a- i was."

"what's, uh... my name? is it [y/n]?" you had heard her say it. but you weren't all too sure if it was really your name.

the look she gave you was purely indescribable.

"y-you forgot your own name..?" she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "your name is... your name is [y/n]. you were one of- no. nah. you were the kindest, sweetest person down here. you could forgive people even after they.. fffucked you over! i have no fuckin' clue how you managed it. life down here isn't exactly rainbows and roses and yet somehow you were! you... i can't believe i managed to lose you again. i'm so sorry, [y/n]. god damnit." jinx forced herself not to cry, trying to bottle up those emotions and toss them away.

you looked down at your hands. even though you had nothing to understand, the agony you had just gone through gave you a sense of strong clarity. like someone with poor vision wearing proper glasses for the first time.

"can you teach me to be who i was before?... please?"

you could feel her gaze on you, and this time, you looked up to meet it. she wanted you, and you wanted your life back. your memories back. it was a logical conclusion.

to her, you looked like a confused child, scared and alone in a dark forest. but you'd found a lighter. so maybe it wasn't going to end badly. the hope that glittered in your eyes still didn't disappear. even after getting your soul ripped out of your body then shoved back in, going through the worst pain imaginable, here you were. almost smiling. determined to become who you were before everything.

"y-you..." jinx covered her mouth, trying not to cry. at least she couldn't see you through the tears already in her eyes. "you're still so precious. i would do anything to get you back. a-and if that means i show ya everythin' all over again, tell ya every story in the books, destroy the world and build it back up, i'll do it. i'll do it, [y/n]. i-i gotta."

the exhaustion was steadily creeping up your spine. "you don't have to destroy the world for me. we can just build it back up."

within a second you were enveloped in another tight hug. now that you had calmed down, and maybe partially because you were so tired, it felt cozy and warm. so you returned it. you relaxed into it. and that just made her silent cries a little louder.

"that's what you would'a said. you're still in there somewhere, toots. i'll get'ya out. i promise. i promise."

maybe you were still confused, still not used to being, uh... alive again. but at least you weren't stumbling blind. at least you had a lighter, no matter how small it was, or how little light it gave off. whoever you were before you died, it was no wonder you died for jinx. if she cared about you this much, surely she cared about the world the same.

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itztim3todi3 · 1 year

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ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs

Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family

Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)

ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)

His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing

Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is

This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet

He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time

He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth

He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest

ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)

His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)

He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you

But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair

Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it

ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)

Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close

Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go

There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug

Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck

She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact

She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home

ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)

Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger

She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it

She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece

She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background

She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 2 months

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SFW only

Oneshots

Sacrifice Reader takes Powder's crystals and hands them over to the enforcers presenting herself as the scapegoat. Being the last kid that Vander had taken in no one would even miss her, right?

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When the bloodbank got robbed Caitlyn has nothing to feed on. You're more than willing to share your blood. - blood, blood sucking, petname bunny, kisses -

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When you realize you're being stalked by a Vampire you don't see any other way besides confronting them. - blood, blood sucking -

Oneshots

Silco x gn!reader Soft Silco as a dad hours. pure fluff

Silco x fem!reader Silco is late and his girls can't help but worry

Series

Vander x Bartender!Waitress!reader A series of little standalone fics following fem!reader and her relationship with Vander and their kids Warnings at the start of each chapter - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -

Oneshots

Vander x fem!reader When Vander wants to sacrifice himself you realize that you can't let him do it. The kids need him. The lanes need him. - angst, hurt/comfort, abduction, forced drug use, torture, character death -

Vander x fem!reader You have a panic attack, luckily Vander is there to help. - panic attack, explicit violence/gore -

Mother's Day Vander x fem!reader The kids and Vander prepare a surprise for you.

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. You're bad at fighting and Vi hates injustice. - blood, blood sucking, Vi punches people (surprise), hand/wrist kisses) -

#the sewer writes #arcane #arcane x reader #vander x reader #reader x vander #silco x reader #fem!reader #gn!reader #vi x reader #reader x vi #jinx x reader #caitlyn x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

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freementallyillkid · 27 days

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Toddler Hc

jinx x reader

Word count: 680

Sorry it’s kinda short. I wasn't feeling this prompt for some reason :/ hope you like it at least a little

-100% tricked when your toddler was a baby, they pretty quiet and went to bed without too much of a fuss

-Apparently they were just saving all their energy for when they hit year 2

-Very much like jinx in the good but slightly tiering way very artistic (though you struggle to figure out what they’re drawing) and always running around jumping off of something (which stresses the both you out to no end)

-VERY early on you realized how no toddler proof jinx’s lab is, which might seem obvious but when the both of you spent 90% of your time there you forget that the treasure chest of explosive is completely in reach for toddlers

-timeskip to 2 days later you’ve finished baby proofing it (probably) after that one you both really started to realize how stressful it is to much sure your kid is safe, not even in Jinx’s lab just living in the undercity

-This leads the both of you to become very protective of them (even more than before if it’s even possible) they will NEVER be allowed in the last drops bar no matter how old they are, any new staff will be going through teens stalking someone on the internet level background checks.

-Toddler is also 100% spoiled neither you or Jinx grew up with a lot so the baby will have anything they could want (maybe your both using it as a way to heal your inner child) + with silco king pen of the undercity they have the ultimate protection and spoil-y grandpa

-jinx makes HUNDREDS of little toys and crap for them

-on the more angsty side it was a real struggle to find a way for Jinx to be around as much as she wants to be with her episodes, she is prone to be way more reactive and violent

-Another thing that the both of you noticed pretty early on thankfully, you came up with a system just a random word or phrase maybe a noise to let you know when she could feel any kind of episode coming on and when she was already in one it was pretty obvious so you could take toddler somewhere/with someone safe so you could tend to Jinx

-This of course lead to you pretty often finding Jinx crying about how she was a ‘terrible mom’ you would always hold her and tell her how it wasn’t her fault and how being parent was going to be a wildly different experience for someone with mental illness

-and of course she does the same thing for you if you ever feel like you’ve failed as a parent in some way

-Jinx she wasn’t really old enough to remember much of her bio parents and even though Vander was a good father she didn’t get to be around him for very long and Silco isn’t really the best role model for what to be as a parent and if the you didn’t have a great parent you both feel like your not prepared to be parents

-not really knowing what should really be considered right or wrong while still wanting to let your kid know they do what they need to in order to protect themselves +when the hell do you even have that talk with your 2 year old??

-Jinx also being depressed about how your kid will never know their aunt, uncles or grandma and grandpas thinking it’s her fault

-She tries to find pictures of them and is only partly successful so she draws pictures of them too

-Being a parent in general is so hard already with tantrums, getting a toddler to sleep, feeding them, entertaining them, education (is there even a proper education system in the Undercity???), making sure they feel safe and loved.

-But all that in the first place but that as first time parents living in the undercity with at least one mentally ill parent???

-In the end no matter how tired ya’ll are you both love your toddler more than anything in the world and would commit multiple war crimes for them

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#x reader #gn reader #fluff #arcane #male reader #fem reader #jinxarcane #jinx x reader #parenting #toddlers #parent!jinx #parent!reader #light angst

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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 28 days

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ arcane masterlist ꒱ ˎˊ˗

~ a masterlist for my arcane fanfics ~

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

jinx

get jinxed (jinx x f!reader)

sevika

bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)

mel

n/a

jayce

n/a

viktor

n/a

silco

n/a

vander

n/a

caitlyn

n/a

ekko

n/a

#masterlist #arcane #arcane smut #arcane headcanon #arcane x reader #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #jayce arcane #jayce talis #vi x reader #jinx x reader #sevika #mel medarda #caitlyn kiramman #lesbian #fem reader #male reader #gn reader

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depressed-simp-writes · 2 years

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Fuck it

omegaverse arcane headcanons Pt.1

pt.2 (no link yet)

included: Vi, Jinx, Caitlin, and Sevika

gn!reader

warnings: nsfw, omegaverse obvi, omega reader (reader as a vagina)

so basically in my omegaverse world, all alphas have penises and omegas have vaginas and beta can have either and do not experience ruts or heats like alphas and omegas do.

alpha

doesn't like being seen as a stereotype alpha so she doesnt really give into sexual urges

takes suppressants

still seen as a brutish alpha bc of her fighting ability

protective but not overbearing

slightly possessive but like compared to jinx its not that bad or noticeable

when she meets you, avoids you bc she doesnt want to hurt/scare you

once you show she could never she grows more comfortable around you

helps you with your heats

doesnt want help with her ruts and tries to stay on her suppressants but one time she ran out and realized you really werent scared of her she stayed off of them

her first time with you was gentle at first, like she was scared to hurt you bc she was.

you whined and whimpered underneath her as she slowly moved inside you

she felt her resolve slipping caught up in you

soon she was pounding away in you, claiming you as hers

"i dont want to hurt you cupcake" vi said as she sat between your open legs "you won't, i promise" you said gently. you trusted vi with everything.

vi was hesitant, not wanting to give into her rut but relented wanting to help with your heat.

she moved to hover over you, the tip of her hard cock brushing against you in the process causing you both to shiver and gasp.

slowly she rubbed the head of her dick against your opening. you almost cried out from the small amount of relief it brought to be touched there.

she started to sink into you, stretching you to accommodate her girth.

you both moaned out at the sensation almost screaming at the felling of being filled.

she slide in halfway and she stayed still, hesitant to move despite her body screaming at her to fuck into the soft mattress underneath you. you tried to get her to go further but she wouldn't.

slowly she began to move sliding out a little bit and pushing back in. she did that for a bit, fucking you gently.

soon enough she was pulling all the way to the tip and sliding back in halfway, despite her not fully being in you, you felt so full anyway.

vi did that for awhile as you moaned and whimpered her name, "please vi...p-please" you panted not quite sure what you were begging for. your nails dug into vi's back as she slowly began to speed up.

she felt her resolve slipping but it wasn't until you said "please fuck me vi, break me" that she started pounding into you.

her heavy balls slapped against your ass as she pushed all the way in, your back arching off the bed in the process.

skin smacking skin filled the air accompanied but the wetness of your pussy. your moans intertwined with vi's.

she buried her face into your neck biting and marking your skin.

you cried out at her pace arching more into her despite your bodies already being pressed together.

"v-vi im close" you panted out. she grunted and went faster.

you felt tears prick your eyes as you felt yourself get closer to your high. vi leaned back "come for me baby" she said as she leaned down to play with your clit.

you shook as you came, tightening around vi causing her to moan as she pumped into during your orgasm. she followed suit and came in you, flooding you with her warm cum.

you both stilled as you both came down from your highs. vi layed on top of you trying to catch her breath.

"that was amazing, cupcake" vi said kissing your neck. you were still kinda out of it but nodded nonetheless. "you ok" she asked worriedly sitting up. you smiled goofily up at her and nodded again. she let out a sigh of relief and got up to go get a rag to clean you both up. you moaned as she slid out of you disliking how empty you felt.

"you sure you're ok" vi asked again, "vi im sure, i am more than ok" you finally spoke "i feel great actually" she felt so relieved hearing you verbally say that. you pulled her close to you and wrapped you arms around her.

Jinx

Beta

seems like an alpha and acts like one too

doesn't need suppressants bc of her beta status and thinks no one should take them

when you two meet, you avoid her thinking she was an alpha and a frightening one at that

one day she approaches you while you're taking a suppressant for your heat which was starting soon and you had forgotten that morning

"you should let yourself be free you know, its not natural to stop that from happening, i mean i get it im a beta, i dont understand how hard it is to deal with heats and ruts, but i can help you if you wanted" she winked

you were left stunned, jinx a beta?!?

you started to feel more comfortable around her surprisingly

wait did she say she'd help with your heats?

and help she did

she didnt have the physical attributes alphas had and some betas did but nothing a little inventing couldn't fix

now here you are legs pushed to your chest, practically folded in half, wet sounds filling the air along with your pathetic moans and whimpers as the blue haired inventor thrusts her latest project rapidly within you

"Jinx are you sure?" you asked looking at the toy in her hand. she nodded excitedly.

"trust me toots, you're gonna love it" Jinx said walking up to you swaying her hips slightly.

she leaned in and started kissing you. soon you found yourself laying on her bed watching her slide the tip of her bright blue dick through your lips before using it to play with your clit causing you to arch and moan out.

a giggle rippled from her as she did it again and again, watching you get wetter and wetter.

"I'm gonna claim you like an alpha" she said as she finally pushed into you relishing in your moans and whimpers.

she held your legs open as she started to move within you. "J-Jinx, please" you moaned out "please what?" she teased. "please faster" and she obliged starting to go faster and harder.

she loved how your cried out her name, how you moaned and whimpered, how wet you sounded.

she moved her hands to your knees and pushed your legs up continuing to fuck you

you cried at she hit a spot inside you, that had you seeing stars.

"oh i like that sound" she said followed by a giggle as she suddenly pushed your knees all the way back and having your butt practically off the bed, she started to move faster and harder in earnest to make you make that sound for her again.

and you did.

your voice going up in pitch as you panted, whimpered, moaned and screamed, jinx enjoying your array of noises. you were close and she could tell.

"you gonna cum for me toots? yeah? all over my cock? come on, cum for me" she panted out as she worked you over.

she let you legs go so your legs rested over her her arms and she grabbed your hips yo pull you onto her.

your body stiffened and you back arched as you came all over her with a scream of her name.

she fucked you through it before finally stilling as your tremors came to an end but she didn't pull out.

"wow toots that was amazing, you look so good when you cum" she started to giggle "i have to see it again"

and with that she started moving again while you were so sensitive and no amount of squriming would get you away from her. you were in for a long night.

Sevika

beta with alpha body part

definitely as an alpha attitude tho and is most definitely dominant in any relationship she's in regardless of what status her partner holds

you meet at the brothel where omegas made good money

for the longest you thought she was until you pointed out her lack of pheromones

it didnt change anything to you

and that made her oddly comforted

never had a problem with who she was but always felt a type of way about the flash of disappointment or shock in past lovers eyes

starts helping you with your heats which normally you're unavailable during the week of

doesnt have ruts being a beta so no suppressants

she marks up your skin and gets so deep inside you

and once she's done. your heat is basically over too tired to continue bc of how much she worked you over

"she's here for you again" one of your coworkers said peeking in your room.

you smiled getting ready for sevika to come in. you heard her heavy foot falls coming down the hallway.

she entered your room and looked around noticing the extra pillows and blankets "starting your heat?" she asks. "yeah next week so i won't be available sorry" she nods with slight disappointment present in her eyes.

"its cool i get it, leta just get started" she says as you unbuckle her belt.

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"what if i help you? with your heat?" she hesitates laying next to you smoking a cigar you lit for her. you were taken a back by the offer.

"really?" you asked "yeah why not?, and not just during next week but from now on? i know it must hurt and suppressants are hardto come by down here for omegas" she doesnt look at you. "are you asking to be my mate?" you ask trying not to let the flutter of hope blossom seeing as you sorta loved sekiva.

"maybe, we'll see how next week goes if thats alright?" "yes"

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you started up at sevika as she stood between your open legs. your heat was in full swing and you desperately needed to be fucked.

"fuck you're so wet baby, im gonna breed you like an alpha, you want that?" she said rubbing her hard cock through your soaked folds.

you moaned out almost screaming at the slight friction. "yes! yes! please fuck me sevika i need you" you cried out wanted her to be in you now.

she chuckled feeling mean as she continues to tease. you squirm and cry out wanting more.

finally, finally she slips all the way in letting you adjust as she always does before moving. she moans feeling you stretch to accommodate her. "fuck your pussy was made for me" she moans pounding into you.

her confidence always has you and everyone else forgetting shes a beta, and right now your still not entirely convinced she isnt.

she fucks you better than any alpha you've had in the past.

she pulls out and pushes you on your hands and knees before slipping back in and moving again roughly. shes going so fast and hard but that the usual for her.

"youre a little omega whore letting a beta fuck you like this" she says grabbing your throat and pulling you up to her chest. "you love my cock dont you slut?" she says into your ear.

your senses are clouded by her and the pleasure shes giving you. you feel her slow down

"i asked you a question?" "yes!yes!" she starts again finally bringing you to edge and allowing you to crash over it

"i love feeling you cum around me" she stats still moving through your orgasm.

and she continues to fuck you for a while until she cums and continues to do so for the remainder of your heat, eventually becoming your mate seeing as she wants to be the only person to see you like that ever again

Caitlyn

alpha

i said what i said

she doesn't act like other alphas and most people assume she's a beta or omega

she takes suppressants only bc she hates going through ruts as they disturb her ability to work

but no shes an alpha

a protective one but not possessive

wouldn't pressure you into anything you wouldnt want to do and it was discussed before hand when she made the decision

when you 2 meet and end up in a relationship, she still takes them, but occasionally comes off of them. mainly during your heat.

she doesnt really have a cycle and moreso has her ruts be triggered

she loves helping with your heats

very much a service top here

you dont mind really

she tries to be gentle, she mostly succeeds but sometimes she gets so caught up in the moment she start jack hammering into you

you just hold on tight and whimper in her ear as your alpha claims you over and over again

you moaned as you felt her in you, "do you like this?" she asked moving her hips languidly

"you feel so good love" Caitlyn groans in your ear, "i love how you feel around me" she gives a hard thrust to emphasize her point causing you to squeak.

you clutch on to her hip as she lessens your heat with her skillful stokes.

Caitlyn kisses and sucks your neck causing you to cry out. Her thrusts get rougher but then gentler as she holds herself back from pounding into just yet. you arch into her silently begging for her to do so.

she reaches around to brush her fingers against your clit, which causes you to tighten around her.

"i love fucking you like this" she says "cuddled up like, spooning you" she kissed the back of neck as the head of cock brushes against your g spot as she presses down on your clit.

you press back more into her as she starts getting rougher with her thrusts.

before you knkw it youre face down in the pillows with Caitlyn pounding away above you

"im sorry love, i..just cant help it- you feel so good" she says gripping your hips and pulling you onto her more.

she goes back to playing with your clit

"come for me" she says holding back her own orgasm wanting to come with you.

you scream out as your orgasm rips through you which causes the enforcer above you to follow suit, flooding your insides with her warmth.

she doesnt pull out just yet. "next i want you to come on my tongue"

i hope you enjoyed my first attempt at smut, sorry it took so long, work has been killer and really taking it out of me. pt.2 isnt going to have the written out smut bc this took me so long and i could've had this posted weeks ago. thank you for reading <3

#fanfiction #gn!reader #arcane #arcane vi #arcane jinx #arcane caitlyn #arcane x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #jinx x reader #sevika x reader #arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #smut #basically smut #pt.2 coming soon

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theunburntsblog · 2 years

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{How would Jinx be like in a Relationship! HCS}

As always, gn!, Masculine-alligned reader,, they/them used for reader just some short hcs! Might do more soon

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|| We all know Jinx has attachment issues and Abandonment issues due to her trauma. (Vi, even though it wasn't really your fault, I'm looking at you) I would say this would play a part within your relationship with the little minx ||

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Jinx would call you all sorts of stupid nicknames like "Sweetems, Pookie Bear, Toots, SugarTits, My Dark Knight, Cutie Patootie, Big Man, Snookums, Honey bunches" this woman will call you every name in the book to get on your nerves and to see your smile.

She would definitely get you to slow dance with her,, and that wouldn't last long before she twirls you around until you feel dizzy.

Gifts you random trinkets, rocks, and jewelry she finds alongside her missions.

Will not go ten minutes without bothering you to make sure you still love her and won't leave her.

Doodles Dicks onto your hands as well her famous monkey when you're focused on something.

Steals your shirts that are extremely big on her and sleeps in them. She also designs some doodles on your shirts.

Sits into your lap while she works with trinkets

Drags you along on small missions so you could get out and explore with her.

Her love languages are physical touch, quality time, and gift-giving.

Let's you braid or play with her hair when it's all down.

Blows raspberries onto your stomach

When you're 'ignoring' her as she calls it,, she blows air onto your neck and naval until you pay attention to her. "Psst toots! Pssstttt"

When she's having a breakdown majority of it is Mylo telling her and filling her with thoughts that you're leaving her "no! You're.. you're wrong they wouldn't. They're not like her!"

She dances everywhere even when there's no music to embrass you.

She has her nipples pierced (I have no shame in this one. Tell me she wouldn't. TO. MY. FACE. )

Has multiple piercings which she pierced herself and you watched very concerned that it'll reject and surprisingly it didn't, I guess jinx got lucky.

She sing-songs phrases to you all the time.

Loves running her hands down your back she finds it soothing.

Adores cuddling while y'all are asleep. Yet moves around in all weird positions and ends up either laying all on top of you or in the floor. It's one or the other.

Uses your body as a heater when it's wintertime she's always so cold.

Pulls pranks on you all the time.

An excellent climber, loves to scare you when she's up high and just go "AHHHHH" and jumps onto you.

A terrible Cook, either you have to be a good cook or try.. or takeout forever!

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#jinx x reader #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #league of legends #arcane x male reader #arcane x gn reader #gn!reader #male reader #male!reader

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hi it's okay if you don't wanna do this request or if it takes a while because you have other stuff, but Jinx is a major comfort character of mine, oddly enough more of one when I'm regressed. I was wondering if maybe you could do jinx x fem reader where reader actively seeks her out if she's distressed and regressed, thank you so much even if you don't!

hello hello, i’m back! thank you for the request!

requests: closed until next wednesday 🤍

warnings: none i don’t think, but pls correct me if i’m wrong:D

proof read: yes!

a/n: i’m so glad i can finally have the time to write again, i’ve been super busy lately, school has recently started for me and my birthday is in 8 days!! thank you all so much for your patience🤍🤍🤍 (f/c: favorite color)

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jinx x gn!reader blurb<3

it was the afternoon. usually, you would be with jinx right now, but not today. today jinx was sent on a mission, so you were sitting in her room, waiting patiently for her to come back. when things started taking longer than anticipated, you got worried. it had been about a year since you discovered that you’re a little, so now, you can tell when you’re about to regress. and right now, you were definitely going to regress. you were worried. what if something happens to her? who will take care of you? so you decide to go and search for her. and the more you searched, the farther you regressed. you eventually found her walking on her own and you ran into her arms immediately.

“jinx!” you cried.

“hey pudding!—— no no hey what’s wrong??” she wraps her arms around you almost instantly.

“i was so worried that something happened to you..” you said sniffling

it was obvious to her you had regressed. she was more than used to all your habits, including your sad sniffles. and luckily, she always keeps some of your things with her.

“here pumpkin, do you want this?” she holds up a small grey bunny, dressed in a little outfit she made for it.

“mr. bunny!” you say and your eyes light up almost instantly.

“yeah! i kept him with me just in case. now let’s go home okay?”

“okay!” you say with a smile.

as the two of you walked home, she picked up small treats for you and a new blankey that’s your [f/c] for you to hold on to while you walked back to her room.

once you arrived, she helped you get changed into your favorite onesie, got you warm milk and allowed you to sit in her lap while she tinkered with new inventions. you fell asleep there. and she spent the rest of the night right by your side.

thank you again for the request! this was lovely to write 🤍 if this isn’t to your liking, please dm me so we can work on a compromise. have a good day/night!

#vevethirst #jinx x reader #gn!reader #arcane fluff #jinx arcane #arcane x reader #little!reader #little space

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The Gift of Immortality DRAGON BALL STORY: Insert Reader

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER × DRAGON BALL CHARACTERS

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[TRIGGER] WARNINGS: SELF-HARM, MENTAL ILLNESS THEMES / SCENES!!!

Mentions of SUICIDE, MURDER, BLOOD, DEATH/DYING & SWEARING!!!

001 | Hope

❝Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy but you don't want to die. Like you're hanging by a thread, but you gotta survive.❞

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YEAR: 2351 ⌋ 275 YEARS LATER | AGE: + 1 MILLION YEARS OLD

The alleyway was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from flickering streetlights and the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows. My nimble fingers closed around the cold metal of the assault rifle; a weapon recovered from the lifeless grip of a government-hired assassin.

I had been ambushed not moments before; I had just succeeded in dismantling a human trafficking ring as a mission in the city I was in, but I was attacked by those hunters from the government.

They never stopped hunting me. Nor did I stop from helping people even just a bit.

Now, with the assassin's body at my feet, with haste, I rummaged through the assailant's garb, seeking any trace of surveillance or tracking devices. In the dim light, my hand darted into pockets and bags. I took out a small syringe from one of the pockets, its amber, fiery hue catching the glow of distant streetlamps.

It was a drug named Somnus. It is an amber liquid that is injected via a syringe and has the effect of rendering the victim unconscious for long periods of time which are days through a week. It can cause the person to regain consciousness at certain points, but their body is not awake. They are trapped within a prison of immobility, but can hear, smell, and feel everything that is being done to them. When the effects finally wear off, the body remains paralyzed for hours before finally recovering fully.

It bore the insignia of BioThera, a chilling reminder of the power they held over me and those horrible experiments.

They never forgot about me. And I never forgot about them.

With a decisive toss, I sent the syringe colliding against the wall, its fragile vessel shattering into a kaleidoscope of shards, its contents spilling onto the pavement. The acrid scent of its contents mingled with the blood and the lingering stench of the alley, assaulting my senses. The threat was neutralized, I turned my attention to the fallen assailant. No tracking device was found, yet paranoia gnawed at the edges of my mind.

I chose to demolish the entire body.

With resolve, my hand outstretched, I summoned a surge of energy, channeling it into a glowing orb that crackled with power. Its incandescent glow illuminated the dark alleyway; I unleashed its wrath upon the fallen assassin, the resulting explosion sending shockwaves reverberating through the narrow passage.

The force of the blast pushed me back, but I stood firm, adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses to the looming hazard, and the scent of burning flesh reached my senses. I couldn't linger, not with the authorities surely on their way drawn by the commotion; I propelled myself into motion.

Each footfall echoed against the cobblestones as I sprinted, my muscles coiling with tension as I prepared to take flight; I propelled myself forward. As I ascended into the night sky, the rush of wind whipped against my face, chilling me to the bone.

High above the city, I soared, every heartbeat thundered in my ears as I clutched the rifle tightly, scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit. Questions gnawed at my mind; doubts clawed at my resolve.

If an assassin managed to find me, how many of them are there in the city? No. This country I was in.

The uncertainty fueled my determination to vanish into the night, to move into another country or continent for another base far from those hunters. Once again.

I was dead wrong to think they would just let me be.

It's been a relentless pursuit, stretching over two and a half centuries. Two hundred and seventy-five years of living like prey, always looking over my shoulder, always on the run.

Since the sealing a way of King Piccolo, the world had moved on, rebuilt itself, and advanced in technology. But for me, it only meant more sophisticated means for them to track me down, leaving me in an endless state of paranoia.

It's nearly impossible to disappear in the world I live in today.

In the aftermath of King Piccolo's destruction, BioThera, the company that once held traces of my DNA and the secrets of my abilities, was reduced to rubble. Yet, somehow, I believed Ethan Kane managed to preserve fragments of my existence, likely preserving some record of me, ensuring my perpetual pursuit enough to tip off the government.

Ethan and Victor Arrenberg were long gone, but their legacy persisted, each generation passing down the knowledge of an immortal being, a freak of nature. Each successor was eager to claim the prize of capturing me. But I eluded them all. I have bases across the globe, like breadcrumbs leading away from the hunter's trap.

Yet, even in my bases, peace was a fleeting illusion and dream.

The night had melted into a luminous blue canvas, stretched endlessly across the horizon. Hours melded into one another, the sun ascending its throne in the sky, casting its radiant warmth upon my weary frame.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep.

I pressed onward, cradling the assault rifle in my clenched fist. With each passing moment, my eyes scanned the landscape below, vigilant against any prying eyes or tracking devices.

My gaze roamed the terrain below, a patchwork of verdant fields, undulating plains, dense forests, and rugged mountains. Islands dotted the coastline, their presence a cunning ruse to confound my pursuers.

Among its verdant landscapes and untamed wilderness, I hoped to find respite, if only for a fleeting moment in this continent I arrived. Into the heavens, I soared, ascending into the wispy embrace of clouds that veiled my movements from prying eyes.

Approaching Mount Paozu, my heart quickened with anticipation; I skirted past the bustling metropolis of East Capital City. Streets below bustled with activity, a symphony of hovercraft and flying cars zipping through the air with effortless grace.

Amidst the towering structures, holographic billboards flicker to life, casting displays of colors onto the polished surfaces. Though the cityscape dazzled with its technological marvels, I remained wary; I knew the risks all too well. Technology was already vastly improving too much for me to completely avoid cities like these.

With a surge of energy, I propelled myself forward, the rush of wind whipping against my skin as I accelerated toward my destination. Time became a blur, a fleeting whisper in the endless expanse of the sky, as I soared past startled birds, their frantic cries echoing in my wake. Yet, onward, I pressed, driven by a primal instinct to survive.

As I approached my destination, soaring past majestic mountains, their peaks kissed by wisps of cloud while sprawling plains stretched out like an endless tapestry below. I glided through the lush valleys and verdant meadows, the landscape unfurling beneath me like a vibrant tapestry.

I descended into the embrace of a lush forest, the verdant canopy stretching above like a protective cloak. Navigating the dense foliage with practiced ease, I deftly through the dense foliage, weaving between towering trees and elusive wildlife, my senses attuned to the subtlest of movements.

I weaved between the colossal trunks of old trees, their sprawling branches casting intricate patterns of shadow upon the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of earth and greenery, a heady concoction with a sense of peace as the forest grew denser with each passing moment, stretching into eternity.

The path ahead vanished into a labyrinth of boulders and tangled undergrowth, each step fraught with the risk of stumbling into unseen pitfalls. I skirted past moss-covered boulders and treacherous cliffs, my senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the landscape.

Yet, amidst the encroaching darkness, a beacon of light beckoned me forward. I parted the clinging vines that obscured my path, emerging into a sun-dappled clearing, and a sense of familiarity washed over me.

Here, nestled in the embrace of nature, stood my base: a humble cabin, weathered and worn with a riot of greenery and blossoms. Nature had reclaimed the structure as its own, vines and flowers weaving around its timeworn walls, camouflaged by the lush vegetation that surrounded it.

Adjacent to the cabin lay a neglected garden, its once-tidy rows now overrun with wild growth. Fruit trees bowed beneath the weight of their harvest, while wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze. Wild animals frolicked the overgrown foliage. Birds flitted among the branches, their pleasant songs filling the air with a symphony of sound.

Here, in Mount Paozu, I found comfort in the simplicity of life, a fleeting reminder of days long past. Memories flooded my mind, a bittersweet reminder of a time before I discovered my immortality and being hunted down by the government, weighed heavy on my shoulders.

With a heavy heart, I acknowledged the truth that had long haunted me: I was truly alone in this world, a solitary figure adrift amidst the currents of time. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, I couldn't help but wonder if true comfort would ever be within my grasp.

"Kill yourself! It's the only way..." "End this torment [First Name]!" "It would be nice to see our loved ones on the other side."

"End it," the voices whispered and screamed in a relentless chorus that echoed within the depths of my mind, a constant reminder of the torment that plagued me. Yet, I resisted, knowing that death offered no solace in a life bound by immortality.

My mind, a battlefield strewn with the remnants of sanity, with each whispered taunt, I steeled myself against the onslaught, clinging to the fragile threads of sanity that bound me to this world.

My main focus was to survive and keep my sanity intact as long as possible.

Landing before the weathered door of my long-abandoned cabin, retrieving the key from its hiding place, I unlocked the door while lowering my ki energy. With a click, the wooden door creaked open, welcoming me into the shadows of my sanctuary.

A sharp crack shattered the stillness of the forest, a bullet whistling past my ear with deadly intent. I recoiled instinctively, arching my back, my senses on high alert as the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air.

Fuck. I had forgotten about the trap I had set.

I realized with a grim sense of irony, as the trap I had set to deter unwelcome intruders. Regaining my composure, I retrieved the shotgun nestled within the confines of my cabin.

Gripping the shotgun in one hand and the assault rifle in the other, I stepped cautiously into the dimly lit interior of my cabin, the echoes of my footsteps reverberating off the walls, the floorboards creaking beneath my weight.

Weeds and wildflowers sprouted through the cracks in the wooden floor, while plastic-shrouded furniture lay dormant, preserved against the ravages of time. Pots of verdant life dotted the room, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a sweet mix of scents.

A soft chirp broke the silence, a lone bird nestled on the rafters, its presence a welcome distraction from the solitude that enveloped me as I made my way to the kitchen.

I might as well pass out from exhaustion for staying up awake for days. But...

Sleep remained a distant dream, a luxury beyond my grasp, as the fear of being attacked and captured loomed large in my mind. Nightmares, cruel and unforgiving, haunted the recesses of my subconscious, each one a harrowing reminder of the horrors I had endured.

I dreaded closing my eyes, surrendering to a world of fear and uncertainty. I dreaded the thought of waking up to find it all had been a dream, that I was still trapped in that sterile lab, subjected to endless experiments and torment.

With a heavy sigh, I set my guns on the dusty dining table, the corners of my old cabin cloaked in cobwebs, making a mental note to clean my base later.

Summoning a flicker of a small sphere of my ki energy within my fingertips, I ignited the lanterns scattered throughout my kitchen, their warm glow casting long shadows upon the worn wooden floors.

Crouching before the hearth, I kindled a modest fire, its crackling flames a beacon of warmth in the chill of the night. With the fire ablaze, I set about preparing my evening meal, getting a pot from my cabin to fill up with water.

As I ventured outside to gather fruits or vegetables from my garden, a sense of unease lingered in the periphery of my thoughts. Loneliness was my constant companion, yet paradoxically, I was never truly alone.

The paranoia that hung heavy on my shoulders, the constant state of fear and alertness of my surroundings, and the raging emotions of my trauma engulfed me inside, the desperation, the longing for peace.

The outside world hunted me while my mind tormented me within the confines of my hideouts. No one could understand the weight of my burden, the tumult of emotions I carried, and the suffocating isolation of being hunted both inside and out.

Still, I fought.

Pausing by a small pond, I filled my pot with water, though paranoia continued to linger at the edges of my consciousness. Returning to the confines of my cabin, I brewed myself a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. The pot of water steamed over the flames, its gentle bubbling a soothing melody amidst the quiet solitude.

I clung to what shreds of sanity remained, knowing that to lose them would be to forfeit my humanity. The fear of losing myself entirely, of becoming the monster people perceived me to be, drove me to keep fighting. I refused to become the monster they painted me to be, a creature devoid of humanity, a mere tool to be wielded at their whim.

Gazing out the window, night descended in earnest; I watched as the moon cast its silvery glow upon the forest canopy, a silent sentinel in the night sky. I settled at the dining table, brushing off the dust. I took a sip of my coffee, took a bite of the carrot that I had grabbed from my garden, and cleaned it.

The bitter tang of coffee mixed with the sweetness of the vegetable upon my tongue was an odd combination to eat, yet it didn't matter. It was something to eat to satisfy my thirst and hunger, my eyes lingering on the empty chair opposite me, a silent reminder of the loneliness that plagued my existence.

I cast a glance at my guns as I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips. The world around me seemed to fade into silence, save for the soft rhythm of my breathing. Even the chirping of the lone bird that had taken refuge within my cabin had fallen silent, its gentle snores a lullaby in the stillness of the night.

All I yearned for was not only joy but to be recognized as a human being, to reclaim the dignity that had been stripped away from the day I was captured.

I am human.

Flawed, yes.

Broken, perhaps.

But human, nonetheless.

And as long as that flicker of humanity remained, I would continue to fight. For my freedom. For my sanity. For the right to be seen, not as a monster, a freak, a thing, a tool but as a human. I would continue to save people, to prove them wrong I am not a monster, not a tool even if the government or anyone does not see it or deny it.

"But you're growing tired, aren't you? Why don't you take a rest... forever." "It would be nice to see Lascell and Jiro again." "Your mother, your friends you made along the way," "End this torment! END IT!" "So why don't you end it forever?"

The voices echoed a cacophony of whispers and hollers that tore at the edges of my sanity, each word a dagger to my already fractured mind.

My head throbbed with the weight of their indictments, their relentless onslaught pushing me to the brink of despair. They spoke of death as a release, of surrendering to the void in search of peace.

Yet I was too stubborn enough to not listen to them for a moment. The voices would taunt, their words laced with venom and malice.

"Come on, you know better than death itself is mercy than living." "You will lose everything if you keep doing this, what will you become now?" "A monster."

They hissed, the word echoing in the caverns of my mind. With a frustrated snarl, I gripped my cup of coffee tightly, the ceramic warming my trembling hands.

My gaze fixed upon the guns strewn across the table before me. The voices taunted and jeered, their words a cacophony of self-loathing and doubt.

"Let yourself go and give us peace—"

"I know but are you fucking stup—" I caught myself mid-sentence, the absurdity of arguing with voices that existed only in my mind momentarily grounding me in reality. "Who am I even talking to? There's no one here!" I spat, the sound of my voice ringing hollow in the empty cabin.

The voices grew louder, their cries piercing the fragile veil of my sanity. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the ceaseless racket that threatened to engulf me.

Yet, there was truth behind their words. Emotions long suppressed surged to the surface, a tempest of rage, frustration, and despair threatening to consume me whole.

I seized one of the guns, bringing the cold barrel and pressed it against my temple. My heartbeat thundering in my ears, and my grip tightened on the gun, as my finger hovered over the trigger.

"Shut up!"

With a sudden surge of desperation to get rid of or silence the voices, I pulled the trigger.

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YEAR: 2351⌋ ONE WEEK LATER - MAY 8 ⌊ Papaya Island

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With a cautious sip of my drink, I walked out of the market, my features concealed beneath a disguise I wore. The sun beat down upon me, its rays diffused by the tinted lenses of my sunglasses. It had been a tumultuous week since my last breakdown.

Venturing into the heart of a small town, I stride cautiously along the bustling streets. My goal was simple for coming into this town on Papaya Island: get the necessities I needed and vanish without a trace; the last thing I wanted was to draw unwanted attention upon myself.

I needed some items and food for a short time until I fixed my garden and grew more edibles for the long run, as well as purchasing some drinks in my favor, knowing I had been only consuming water from a fresh lake or pond.

It was a very rare circumstance when I ventured into town, a necessity born of survival rather than choice. The prospect of starvation or succumbing to dehydration loomed ever-present, I understood I would go even more insane if I kept killing myself and suffered more.

Just like that incident during those damned Witch Trials. Locked up and dying over and over again.

Navigating through the streets, I wanted to find a secluded corner where I could make my departure unnoticed, my mind racing with the urgency to get out of this island and go back to my base in Mount Paozu.

As I traversed the bustling thoroughfare, the rhythmic hum of passing cars mingled with the cacophony of voices that filled the air. Anxiety gnawed at my insides, yet I maintained a façade of calm not wanting to draw attention as my heart pounded within my chest.

Ahead, a gathering crowd caught my attention, their voices rising in excited chatter. Initially intent on avoiding the commotion, curiosity soon got the better of me as I drew closer, a voice cut through the clamor.

"Come join us for the 23rd World's Martial Arts Tournament! here you get the chance to fight the world's best fighters!"

The very mention of it sent a thrill coursing through my veins, igniting a spark of excitement within me. I paused in my tracks, my gaze drawn towards the source of the commotion; my senses heightened as I surveyed the diverse array of individuals before me.

Memories of battles long past flickered in the recesses of my mind, a primal yearning for the thrill of combat, not just for survival, but for the sheer joy of it, the chance to push me beyond my limits, to reclaim a sense of pride and purpose that had long eluded me.

After all, I have been, beyond, disrespected, tortured, and ripped away from my dignity.

I found myself drawn to the opportunity to fight in the tournament, a glimmer of hope and joy kindling within me; I could not only find some happiness that I longed to have after being hunted down and fighting for survival out of fear.

But an escape from my cruel reality, a fleeting moment. A distraction. A break from the constant struggle for survival, a chance to recover a portion of sanity and find a sense of normalcy, even if just for a moment.

Yet, beneath the surface of my excitement, a gnawing sense of apprehension ground at my resolve, casting doubt upon my decision to partake in the tournament.

What if the government would find me here? What if they had dispatched hunters in this tournament?

"All fighters who wish to enter the tournament must register today! Please be aware that if you fail to register today, you will be unable to participate in tomorrow's qualifying rounds!"

As the announcement echoed through the crowd, I pushed aside the tendrils of fear, clinging instead to the hint of hope that danced just out of reach. It had been a week since I had relocated to a distant continent, to hide and run away from the government and BioThera. There was still time; time to formulate a plan, to take this brief moment of freedom and escape.

Just a moment of rest without fear. Just having a moment of joy, a sense of being a human.

With a deep breath, I joined the queue, my heart pounding in my chest as I wrestled with conflicting emotions. As I inched closer and closer to the registration desk, my mind whirled with possibilities, a maelstrom of hope and dread swirling within me.

Nothing will go wrong, once I have a plan and execute it, and leave.

This is a chance to... escape, a moment of a break, no longer hearing those voices, just forgetting about the fear for a moment, maybe having a portion of peace.

Everything will be fine; nothing will go out of the window.

Right?

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NOTE: IF NONE OF YOU GUESS, THIS TAKES PLACE DURING DRAGON BALL (first series) IN THE Piccolo Jr. Saga. SO, WE'RE GONNA SEE OUR BOIS SUCH AS PICCOLO(jr), GOKU AND OTHERS. HOPE Y'ALL READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER

Finished: March 09, 2024 PREVIOUS CHAPTER: Prologue - HUMANITY | 5 NEXT CHAPTER: 002 | BETRAYALS REAWAKENING

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 2 years

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killing and accepting

(fluff? , toxic(ish) relationship?, gn!reader x jinx, betrayal, silco being a pussy blocker)

in which jinx comes over

to your place after a big

fight with silco, both tired

and emotionally hurt.

you were lazing away the whole day taking advantage of your off day. you lay there on the bed, feeling quite empty. jinx was always there to lighten you up but she was busy with errands today, in fact she was busy all week. you were alone on an off day in the evening, your girlfriend busy... you wouldn't be surprised if you got up and impulsively went over to silco's lair.

your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door.

you groaned miserably as you roll over to the edge of your bed and stood up to open the door. you were greeted by a kiss in the mouth, jinx abruptly pulling you closer by the waist as the other hand was caressing your cheek. you pull away forcefully, then closing the front door and finally, taking a good look on your girlfriend's face that you haven't seen for 5 whole days.

not only did she look tired, she looked like she had been crying, bloodshot eyes and a red nose.

"what happened, love?" you ask her, tucking a stray blue strand of your hair behind your ear. jinx has had numerous attempts in trying to take care of you in bed, after getting upset or after a fight between the both of you, i mean you did give in a few times but it wasn't healthy.

jinx sniffled and sighed, "can we just... hang out for a while? i don't want to think about it." she says, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, chin resting agaisnt your shoulder. the both of you walked towards your bedroom and cuddled each other.

jinx's arms around your waist, legs intertwined and your hands on her cheeks, caressing them gently and jinx melting into your touch.

"silco wanted me to... never talk to you... again." she trails off, her voice shaky and her eyes started rimming with tears once more. she sniffled, burying her face into your chest, which made you weak in the knees if you'd be standing right now. "you wouldn't leave me... would you?" she mumbles into your collarbone. you place your hand on her head and stroked it carefully, not wanting to mess up her pigtails, "i won't leave you jinx. you're probably the only person i have." you reassure her, planting a peck on her forehead.

you haven't broken the fact to her that silco is manipulating her, she's as unstable as she is. you liked her crazy and playful side, but when she gets mad, you knew that once she was not having any of your shit you're as good as dead and you accepted that. you loved jinx no matter what because, what you said was true: she's probably the only person you have now, and if she'd ended up killing you, you wouldn't bother at all trying to stop her. because, she's jinx.

you just don't want her to make her come to a decision yet, you or silco? you didn't want to leave her heartbroken just because you said that silco was a manipulating piece of shit. you might be present in her life but you had a feeling that silco always comes first.

she giggled softly, "if you leave me i'll probably kill you." she admitted. you grin, "i'll accept whatever wrath you'd have given me if i'll ever even dare leave you." you whisper to her. then you heard something click. peace at last.

"'m sorry, in another life... yeah?" jinx's shaky voice broke your heart. you lifted her chin up towards your face, "let me see those pretty eyes for the last time, hm?" jinx smiled sorrowfully. kissing you for the last time, then stood up to leave for your demise.

#jinx fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx and silco #jinx x reader #arcane jinx #gn reader #betrayal #xu's fics

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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jinx: has anyone ever tried making edibles but like without weed? like virgin edibles [y/n]: bitch you mean food??

#arcane incorrect quotes #arcane jinx #arcane netflix #arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx x gn reader #jinx x y/n #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx incorrect quotes #jinx x male reader

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nyxthejinx · 2 years

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◖General Infos◗

I only accept asks via inbox.

I write GN reader mostly (with generic anatomy). I could write for fem/afab too, but I'd rather stick to GN. If you notice wrong pronouns let me know right away!

Please specify if you want headcanons (max 3 charas), drabble (max 1 chara) or a mix of both (max 2 charas).

Sending a request doesn't mean I'll complete it! It depends on how much I like it and if I'm comfortable enough.

There's no standard time for fulfilling requests. It might take days or a couple hours, depending on my energy, inspo and availability.

If you want to ask something that isn't mentioned in this post, feel free to do so, I'll let you know whether it's fine or not and add it here.

◖Characters◗

I write for these characters and try to stick to their canon personalities as much as I can. Keep in mind that I've never written for some of them, so I might take extra time to study their characterisation.

Genshin Impact

Arlecchino, Ayaka, Beidou, Candace, Columbina, Dehya, Sandrone, Shinobou, Signora, Ei, Rosaria, Yae Miko, Yanfei, Yelan.

Alhaitham, Capitano, Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli

Strictly Platonic:

Pierro, Pulcinella (I see them as parental figures sorry not sorry lmao), Nahida, Sigewinne.

Honkai: Star Rail

Bronya, Kafka, Serval, Seele, Stelle, Yukong.

Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo. (Dan Heng, Geppie and Luocha are maybes).

Strictly Platonic:

Bailu, Clara, Hook, Silver Wolf, Yanqing, Welt. (Father of the year lol).

! Some characters are written before release, if they're OoC you know why !

Might update in the future according to new releases!

◖Do's and Won't Do's◗

Will do:

Fluff, romance, platonic relationship (child reader, sibling dynamics etc)

Angst, mildly dark content, physical and emotional pain, death, graphic descriptions of violence and torture (mild). Read my published pieces and you'll know how I prefer this stuff lol.

Overall sensitive topics like trauma. (Ask me and I'll tell you if it's fine or not).

Spicy stuff (making out, nudity, implied intimacy, the morning after).

Alternative universes (includes SAGAU and self aware characters).

Won't do:

Graphic smut/foreplay (I don't know how to do it RIP).

Representations I consider off of character.

Cheating.

Poly (nothing against it, I'm just too dumb to write it well enough).

Yandere.

One sided love (isn't there too much of it already?).

This list might be updated in the future.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #gn reader #reqs open #how do i tag this help #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #cyno x reader #ei x reader #thoma x reader #yae miko x reader #WELP #rules #| Nyx's Navigation 🌕 |#| 🌘 Nyx The Jinx 🌒 |

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sakkiichi · 8 months

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HERE COMES THE SUN.

They comfort you while you’re having a difficult time.

ft. Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou x gn! reader.

cw/genre: hurt/comfort.

for my dear @https-furina I know you’ve been going through trying times lately, so I hope this can comfort you a little <3 I also struggled a lot with Heizou’s part, so I apologize if it’s no good at all…

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ CHILDE

Linen sheets feel like ropes on raw skin against the morning chill.

Its warm cream color, ashen, nothing like the mirror sunrises you were used to witnessing right after you opened your eyes.

What’s the point in opening them anymore? You wonder.

You bury your face against the pillows. In any other occasion, you would have been grateful for the coolness of its silk.

Now it’s just an iceberg. Like a missing shard of your shallow beating heart.

“Someone’s sleepy today.” A familiarly perky voice greets, the mattress dipping slightly with new weight.

You rolling in the other direction is all the greeting that meets him.

“Hey, love! It’s time to wake up!” Childe chuckles, his hand gently shaking your body.

Yet something already tells him this is not right; you usually would have already shoved him away by now.

But today you’re just… unresponsive…

The dull oceans of his stare rise in dangerous waves at your state.

Hesitant, he calls your name, his tone more like a question.

And this time, he does get an answer.

Familiar arms he adores wrapped around him loop around his middle, your face burying against his chest.

You’re warm, yet you feel so… faraway… as if the pain of past memories was seeping out your light.

Ajax is no stranger to the despair palpable in your strong grip around him, he’s endured it himself, through years robbed of him by an abyss that turned him into a master of all weapons.

So because he’s known the cold of endless nights where all he had was a tattered red scarf to remember the warmth of a distant home, he now holds you.

And for someone whose hands were tainted in the filth and bloodshed of a lifetime of slaughter, Ajax is undeniably gentle.

His fingertips ghost over your skin, easing the burning anguish of bed covers that felt too rough, too suffocating, too wrong.

When your lover’s hands get lost in your hair, combing it, you swear sun rays filter through the deep sea you’re falling through.

And then, suddenly, the choice to swim upwards presents before you, scarred sun-kissed hands extended towards you.

You take them.

When you open your eyes, russet sunsets and constellations over your beloved’s skin greet you.

His lips find yours, a bit chapped but gentle; not his usual playfulness, but soothing aquamarine waves.

You swear Childe’s kiss tastes salty. And that’s when you realize the dry tear-tracks down your cheeks.

He made them dry, sunlight evaporating puddles after grey days.

You break the surface, the waters now turquoise beneath Ajax’s light.

He won’t let you sink again.

✧ LYNEY

A whole audience’s cheers fill the Opera Epiclese. Lights shine upon every smiling face, every vigourous clap of hands after the magician’s grand finale echoing through the theater.

However, the illusionist’s gaze of amethyst is focused on the sole grim expression amongst millions of joyous others.

Yours.

Your hands move, clapping together, as if automated; your eyes stare at everything, seeing nothing; your mouth is a taut line, your lips devoid of their usual vibrant tint.

Lyney doesn’t like that being his last memory before the curtain closes.

When you step out of the Opera House, an infinity of starfields is abloom across the crepuscular skies.

What a mockery; a cruel jinx on display, for you to see the unfulfilled sparks dimming inside your heart.

A sigh escapes your dry lips, a small cloud forming when it meets the late night chill.

“You’ll catch a cold there, mon coeur,” Someone you know, tricks and all, utters behind you.

Welcome warmth tinted in lavender envelops you the instant your eyes meet the magician’s starry ones.

A small smile tugs at your lips, the curse of melancholy still clinging to you through it.

“Lyney…” You start. The twilit breeze picks up around you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some semblance of a warmth you haven’t felt in days.

“That won’t do, ma chérie.” Your lover chuckles.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a piece of the night sky itself seems to become tangible in his grasp.

“Here,” he offers, draping it over your shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a shawl; the cloth feels delicate to the touch, quite fine too, and yet, you feel the warmth of a thousand suns. If you had to describe its color you would come up empty. Silver glitter seems to be embedded in the fabric, but at the same time, it looks like multiple tiny lights had been stitched to the material. You suppose you’d call the hue, dark; a myriad of indigoes merge into violets, threaded together with navies and cobalts. And yet, when you move it, the colors seem to shift, almost like the clouds drifting across this midnight.

“I take it you liked it.” Lyney smiles, softer than his usual cheshire-like grins, when he observes your wonderstruck features.

“Very…” You muse, awestruck at the magical silk.

“It’s a châle de ciel,” your beloved explains, “It will change depending on the state of the sky at each time of day.” He pauses, eyes, the color of lumidouce bells and rainbow rose petals merged, glinting as he admires how the garment fits you. “But I can guarantee,” your illusionist steps closer to you, plucking something out of your hair. “That it will always keep you comfortable… warm or cool, whatever you need.” He finishes, handing you a pluie lotus.

You take a few seconds to appreciate the second gift of the night. The flower’s petals are the same color as Lyney’s eyes, yet not as vivacious.

“Shall we go, mon amour?” Your boyfriend inquires, already offering your arm to him.

Together, you leave the opera house behind.

You hope for light blues on your new cape tomorrow morning. And somehow, you know that’s what you’ll find.

You squeeze Lyney’s arm gently. The sun will rise soon.

✧ ALBEDO

When he sets foot on his camp in Dragonspine, Albedo finds the heater already on.

Strange.

The sun hasn’t even quite awoken yet, the snowy peaks outlined against skies still clinging to dreamless cloudy nights; shards of ice, embedded in the softness of dawn clouds. An accurate representation of the region of freedom’s snowy mountains: menacingly beautiful, brimming with lethal charm, for one step in the wrong direction, and the cold might as well consume you for good.

At this hour, no one was ever already working at his lab, making of these moments calm sunrise-tinted memories in the alchemist’s mind, before the day’s hustle and bustle began.

However, today, the running heater is not the only out of the ordinary salutation to greet the chalk prince.

The acute sounds of clicking vials, books being rearranged and crunching snow are confirmation enough that he is, indeed, not alone.

With silent steps, Albedo advances, keeping one hand hovering over his trusty sword. Then, he finally lays eyes upon the cause for the commotion, and despite the lack of danger, the sight doesn’t calm him any better.

“My dearest?” He calls. The instant your gaze meets his, your condition scares him more than any bandits ransacking his research material. Your hair is messy, falling on your face; dark circles are etched beneath your lower lashline, darkness clinging to you like remnants of turbulent nights; and you’re shivering, whether from the cold or because you’re distempered he can’t quite discern, although it’s most likely due to both.

“Hello, ‘Bedo…” You mutter, the flesh of your lips bitten, flecks of Dragonspine’s freeze coating them, the cold lacing with your bones, chilling you to the core. Your eyes widen when you notice your lover’s teal gaze scrutinizing you. You quickly busy yourself with classifying some potions, by color and texture, whatever takes the longest for him not to worry about your less than ideal condition.

However, perhaps you underestimated his attention to detail; for he has a skilled artist, after all.

“My love, are you feeling alright?” He questions, gloved hands gently taking the crystal vial-filled wooden box you were carrying off your trembling hold.

And in that instant, you don’t know if it’s the warmth of your prince’s hands on yours; or the comfort of his voice, like honey on bitter tea, but you find yourself taking a deep breath, the fresh air of a midwinter’s sunrise filling your lungs.

And then you talk. You spill every worry and bad dream, your shadows opening up to the gilded starlight of him.

And through it all, the alchemist’s hands warm yours, fingers interlocked, very much in the way your souls are undeniably so too.

Because no matter how daunting the river seemed when you faced it alone, when you were with Albedo, its typhoons calmed down, stone bridges and his outstretched hand painting safety and comfort in hues of gold before your eyes.

While the kreideprinz grounds you, the sun reaches its peak, a canvas of aureate and cornflower blue grazing the mountaintops.

You would be okay.

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Emerald eyes read through you as if you were made of clear glass.

The way you worry your lower lip between your teeth; your fingers almost going white at the knuckles as you clutch a pencil, its wood creaking in your grip; and the general absentminded state you’re in, papers scattered over your desk, several case files stacked in disarray.

Something is clearly weighting on your mind.

“I think a break’s in order, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?” Heizou suggests, standing up, those striking eyes of his fixed on you.

The detective’s voice is enough to stop the quickening clock ticking in your mind, regrets and dark spirals momentarily coming to a halt.

When you rise your furrowed brow, shades of maroon and viridian flood your sight, vivid as summer and warming your up just as much.

Nodding, you stand up too, limbs feeling heavy despite the comfort of your lover beside you.

The brown shades of your office turn into blue skies and soft pink sakuras not long after, the scented tree branches swaying above you, like fragments of dreams someone had given up on, waiting to be picked up by another soul who dared to imagine.

Your back rests against your lover’s lean but strong torso, the sweet smelling breeze combing through your hair, as Heizou’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“So will you tell me what’s wrong, darling?” Are the words of his that break the birdsong-filled calm.

A pang settles on your chest, you didn’t want to take away that cheeky grin that most of the time decorated his quick-witted lips.

“I…” You hesitate. “Well, it’s- it’s complicated, Heizou…” Your lids flutter closed, a shaky breath raking through you, as you turn around in his embrace, your hands bracing on his shoulders. “I don’t want to bring the mood down, you know…”

The detective places a thumb on your lower lip, smoothing over the bite marks you left there earlier.

“You never, ever, bring the mood down, dear. Never.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “My intuition told me right away there was something up.” He takes a stray cherry blossom petal from your hair. “So, why don’t we take the rest of the day off, love?” Your partner proposes, as he takes your chin in between his fingers, mischief flashing in his features.

And perhaps your lover’s smile was more infectious than you had ever given it credit for; and maybe the way he flashes his green eyes at you has your heart trembling in ways that have nothing to do with the fear and guilt you’ve been festering, but you find yourself retorting back, with a grin of your own:

“Don’t you have cases to solve, detective Shikanoin?”

This time, he takes a full sakura flower, delicately placing it behind your ear.

“I have something more important to solve right here…” He smirks, cheekily, as he admires your now flustered expression.

When you lean the side of your head against his chest, he cradles it with one of his hands, the other playing with the ends of your hair.

It would be unfair, if gloom were to take your soul captive when spring seems to linger through Inazuma’s breeze.

With a last look at you, the detective’s maroon lashes flutter closed too. He hopes, at least for today, he managed to protect precious you from the crimes of cruel sorrow.

He leans his head on top of yours.

The case is solved.

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