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Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call — Lightcannon AU

She vividly remembers how she spent many other nights in that fashion. How her heartbeat seemed to double every time they locked eyes. Or every time they shared affectionate moments behind closed doors. Moments only meant for them. For them to remember. It continues to haunt her.

Lightcannon Modern AU (SFW) 10,878 Words Tags: Exes, Mutual Pining, Mutual Yearning, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Study, Jinx-centric

EXCERPT:

“Jinx, someone’s asking for you.”

She rolled her eyes, hating the riddle-y, suspenseful way Caitlyn told her that. She hates being puzzled so early in the morning. She hates early morning guests. She hates it when she drags herself to the door and swings it open only to see Lux standing there, a mix of anxiety and guilt etched on her face.

She was about to close the door right on her face, something she would’ve never done years ago. But this time’s different. She’d rather do that than listen to whatever gut-wrenching realization the other has to offer to her.

“Jinx, please.” Her voice was enough to stop Jinx from slamming the door, a sense of plea radiating off of her. Jinx looked at her, sharp pink eyes a contrast to her anxious blue ones, “What do you want?” Her tone came out harsher than she intended. But maybe it was better this way. Sharp edges around her voice were better than cracks from her own vulnerability.

“To talk—”

“Blondie, please. What’s there to talk about?’

“Plenty,” Lux replied, her voice steady. Her feet perched in between the door to stop the blue-haired girl from slamming it, “If you’d let me.”

There was silence, only the soft gush of the winter air among the leaves, the only noise between them. The air was thick with something neither of them could put a name on. Was it tension? The mutual feeling of dread? That sense of yearning for something you shouldn’t be yearning at all?

It’s all too confusing.

Maybe she shouldn’t have come back in the first place.

“I wanted to check on you. You just…left last night, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Lux shifted nervously, her hands nervously pulling on the loose strings on her sweater, one by one tearing the material away. Jinx almost felt bad seeing her like this—so small, so vulnerable. But she can’t just break the distance between them and hug her like they used to. Touch her like they used to. Kiss her like they used to.

Not anymore. Not now that she’d decided things were better off this way.

“I’m fine. Maybe check on that bitchass lover boy of yours if his ego’s still alright.” She let out a snicker, the mere view of Ezreal’s face last night after she flipped her off was the icing atop a very chaotic cake.

Lux sighed, “About that…I need to explain. Ezreal—he…he’s just a friend, I swear. He’s an idiot when he’s drunk, I’m so sorry about it.”

The blue-haired girl rolled her eyes, leaning on the doorframe as if unbothered by everything else despite that small relief brewing on her chest, “Why d’you think I care? Heads up, Sparkles, just ‘cause we’re exes does not mean I give a damn who you’re shacking up with now.”

Lux hesitated, unsure whether she should say what her mind wanted her to. A sense of fear of completely damaging the already existent rift between the two of them, “I just don’t understand why you’re so mad when you’re dating someone else now.”

“Now what the hell are we talking about here?”

“Ekko…” Lux replied, her voice quiet. Like the silent fall of snow on the ground. She’s confused as to why she was hesitating to say that name when she shouldn’t be caring about it in the first place, “I mean it’s obvious, right? You two…”

A bitter laugh escaped Jinx’s lips, cold and sharp, almost like the stinging air of winter, “Why do you care so much, huh? Even if me and Ekko aren’t a thing—and for fuck’s sake I really hope not—why are you so fucking concerned about it, Lux?”

The way her name left Jinx’s lips felt like poison. Like a dagger filled with blood, twisting her chest in ways she doesn’t want. Lux fell silent, Jinx’s knife-like stare enough for her to understand the turmoil of emotions beneath calculated laughter and snide remarks.

“I’m the bad guy who screws everything up. So why don’t you just…let it go? Why can’t you stop pretending that everything’s okay since I left?”

She’s right. Jinx is right. Why? Why exactly does Lux keep reaching for her? Lux heard the moment she arrived, it wasn’t hard to miss those two twin-tails against the white of the snow. Back at the cafe, she could’ve walked away and ignored her but she sat and talked to her anyway. At the party, where she could’ve easily just not invite Jinx. But she did anyway.

So why exactly?

Lux’s expression softened, her throat constricting her, unable to fully flesh out the words she’s gonna say, “Because I care about you, Jinx. That hasn’t changed.”

Funny, isn’t it? This felt like a mockery of the whole world to her. To hear that the only thing she wished would change stayed constant throughout these years felt like a joke. Like a cry of mockery on her own stupidity. She looked away, her chest tightening. She didn't know what to say to that, not when she already convinced herself to leave everything behind, including emotions that remained alive.

“You should hate me.”

“I don’t.”

The sincerity in her voice was enough to tighten Jinx’s throat, enough to put her thoughts into a spiral, going haywire amidst the calm sight of snow before them. She swallowed hard, her hands gripping the doorknob tightly until her knuckles turned white.

It was an unspoken set of options.

To close the door and leave everything behind.

Or to cross that minuscule distance between them and envelop that golden girl in a hug. Kiss her in ways she did years ago. Watch how their hands fit on each other like a puzzle made to fit every time.

Fic is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61595344

To those who noticed, yes—this is inspired by the song with the same title. It's just so gut-wrenching and full of yearning that I can't help but write something about it aaaa. Also, it's been a while since I posted <//3 college has been keeping me busy.

Merry Christmas !!! <333

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college is so crazy im actually so inactive rn 😞😞😞 but keep on sending requests!!! I'll make sure to keep writing <333

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racer!jinx au....anyone? 🥳🥳🥳

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love your jinx story on ao3, you really get her character <3 would you consider writing something with the one bed trope? (i hope this is enough to count as a request) hope you’re well and best wishes^^

hi!!! thank u so much <333 apologies for this late upload TT college is taking up my time a lot ! note: this is a modern au ueueueue enjoy <333

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you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours - jinx x fem!reader

was it really hatred that kept the two of you away? or was it something else?

Jinx is…evidently annoyed.

It could be because she can’t find her house keys or maybe because of the fact you just blew up your paired project.

You stood beside her, drenched from the pouring rain after the two of you ran away from the explosion, not wanting to get detention this late in the school year. For a while, the only thing accompanying your occasional sighs is the jingle of her keys and the downpour against the roof. It wasn’t until the click of a door opening graced your senses.

“Oh, thank God.” You didn’t mean for it to escape your thoughts but the wind is getting unbearably cold and the last thing you want is to die from hypothermia. Your companion scoffed, “Yeah, whatever praise me later.” She remarked, pushing the door forcefully, her annoyance evident. She clicked on the lights, illuminating the unusually cozy apartment of hers. It’s uncharacteristically clean and cozy and so unlike Jinx.

The sound of her keys hitting a nearby table halted your sightseeing moment. You faked a cough, running a hand through your dampened hair, “Look, Jinx…I really am sorry—” Your words were cut off when a clean towel hit your face from none other than the blue-haired girl who only smirked at your face, “Save it for later, toots. Dry off.” She darted a glance at the door behind you, presumably the bathroom.

You nodded, awkwardly retreating to the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief after closing it.

‘Oh my god…this is so awkward.’

Everything has been awkward since the beginning, anyway. You get paired up with somebody you dislike, you blow up your project, and now you embarrassingly follow her to her house. It couldn't get any more awkward than that, hopefully.

Despite the sound of the shower drowning everything out, you can hear some clatter outside. It could be anything. Or it could also be Jinx plotting to kill you or whatever. You did, in fact, ruin your two’s project. It seems justified.

If only your car’s tires weren’t punctured, you wouldn't stay the night here. But this is way better than walking in the rain and potentially missing a week of coursework.

Leaving the shower and being greeted by the harsh air-conditioned living room felt like a nightmare. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe during a thunderstorm doesn't sound like a good idea but what choice do you have anyway?

You walked your way to where the TV noises were coming from and saw Jinx sitting on the couch, unfazed by your presence. Or rather, not noticing your presence with how fixated she is on the cartoons playing on the screen.

You let out a cough, causing her to dart her eyes toward you. Her face is still a scowl and all you can do is smile awkwardly, “You know…this is usually the part where you ask me if I want to eat.” Jinx let out a scoff, “Oh, sure, princess. How about I do your laundry for you too? Dream on, doll. Kitchen's that way, help yourself.” She replied before once again returning her sight to the screen in front of her, deeming it more significant than your presence.

You walked in front of her, blocking her view of the show, “Hey! Move it, blockhead! It’s the best part now!” Your crossed your arms as she let out a huff and plopped on her couch, “What the hell do you want this time? I already told ya, I am not cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am trying to apologize. And for the record, I was making a joke earlier.” You replied which she only snickered on, “You’re bad at jokes, almost as bad as our grades the moment this semester ends!”

You groaned, “That’s exactly why I’m apologizing! Maybe if you didn’t put a feature for the bot to blow up, everything would be fine now!” You countered, the image of the robot the two of you built exploding still vivid in your mind. In your defense, you thought the button would only cause the robot to do basic functions, not blow up and completely damage a wall.

She rolled her eyes before pulling you down to her level, “Listen up, doll. Maybe if you stopped pressing all the wrong buttons, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” She smirked, observing the way you stammered with whatever you’re gonna say with how close she was.

‘She’s so close…’

You removed your wrist from her grip, “I fucking hate you.”

Jinx only snickered, “Likewise.”

-

The night went on with silence other than the occasional crunch of the chips that Jinx had been eating and the noises from the glowing screen in front of the two of you.

Frankly, you want to sleep and you could only hope for Jinx to feel an ounce of drowsiness, too, not wanting to be presumptuous and open whatever door there is expecting a guest room on the other side of it. Otherwise, you’re gonna be sleeping uncomfortably the whole night on her couch.

You could ask her where the guest room is, sure. But after that banter? You’d rather not speak. After all, this is only a night of being this near her.

3 minutes...

5 minutes…

‘Oh my gods…I wanna sleep so bad…’

10 minutes have passed and between your occasional passing out, you heard Jinx stand up and turn off whatever she was watching. Still, drowsy, you scrambled to get up, silently following her to wherever she was going.

She abruptly stopped in front of an open bedroom, making you bump against her. You mumbled an ‘ow’ before looking at the girl who seemed to be confused as to why you were following her.

“What?” You asked, still rubbing your forehead from the impact. She tilted her head, “Why are you tailing me to my room, huh?” She asked. You laughed, “Good joke, Jinx. I know a guestroom when I see one.” You walked inside the bedroom, a hint of surprise at how messy it looked, “You surely don’t clean your guest bedroom, huh.”

Jinx scoffed, “That’s because this is my room, genius. So why don’t you get out and go back to that little couch of yours, hm?” She gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, annoyed at the sight of you in between the clutter of her room.

You gasped, almost too dramatically, “You want me to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the couch? Hell no!” You crossed your arms, persistent in standing your ground, “You can’t even offer your guest a bed? And here I thought you could get any worse!”

Jinx chuckled before walking towards you, “Well, I give my guests a bed sometimes, too…y’know. I’m not that cruel.” She replied, reveling in the way your brows furrowed, “Then give me a bed. I need a rest you psycho.”

“I only give them a bed if I spend a little alcohol with them and we end up on my bed, genius. And…” She eyed you, a smirk on her face, “You’re not my type.”

‘Oh.’

You immediately turned your back to her, retreating to wherever you dozed off earlier, “I’ll sleep on the couch. Enjoy your…uhm…bed or whatever.”

You can hear her laugh at the way you got flustered. You even heard her say a mocking ‘goodnight’ before her door closed. Good, now this is the part where you suffer.

You sighed, sitting on the couch. You had better sleep in campings than this. Not to mention how cold it is. Yep, this is it. This is where you probably die from hypothermia.

-

You don’t remember how long you’ve been asleep but you were awoken by somebody shaking you awake, “Hey, doll. Get up. Why do you sleep like a fucking cat?” You groaned, stretching as you sat up.

You saw Jinx standing in front of you, her hair unbraided. You almost didn’t even recognize her, “Get up. You’re getting the bed.” You chuckled, the drowsiness not leaving you, “I am not sleeping with you, idiot.”

The blue-haired girl groaned before pulling you up and pulling you to her room, “Well, neither do I, genius. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

You sat on her bed, staring at her as she prepared her pillows and blankets. In a way, you felt bad. You’re not entirely heartless either. You sighed, “Jinx, I get it. I was a bitch. You don’t need to do all that to make me feel guilty.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, “Wow, toots. Am I really that bad? Maybe I just want to help out your sorry ass. I’m not really in the mood for seeing someone freeze to death in my living room.”

“Thanks.” You replied, still feeling a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah, you better be.”

You fell silent for a while. The only sound was the rain and the occasional thunder that still surprised you. You can hear Jinx chuckle every time she notices you flinch. The latter was silent the whole time except for the occasional remarks of how you’re such a scaredy cat. She seemed to be focusing on brushing out the tangles that her braids left behind on her hair. When you actually see her like this, not when fighting someone, or causing some trouble…you can say she’s pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

You averted her gaze, focusing on something else but her. You cleared your throat, “What? No.” You replied. It was a lie. And you’ve always been terrible at it.

She giggled, “Awh…come on, doll. It wouldn't hurt to admit.” You heard her move and in a second, she made you look at her. Instead of her usual harsh grips, this one’s gentler in comparison, “You are terrible at lying, you know that, right?”

She’s right. You can’t really deny it at this point. With Jinx in close proximity like this, you can smell that minty perfume she’s wearing. Her pink eyes seemed to taunt you every second. And those lips of hers that formed her signature smirk. You hate to admit it but yeah, she is pretty.

“Do you get a little kick when I admit you’re pretty?” You replied, taking her hand that continued to rest on your chin. She hummed, leaning closer, “You are insufferable, y’know that?”

‘Why is she so close…’

You fear that she could hear your heart beating with how loud it’s been booming in your ears, “You’ve called me that many times now, Jinx. Pick a better insult.” She only laughed, maintaining that short and absolutely tempting distance between the two of you, “Well, have I called you pretty before, genius?”

You scoffed, masking down the way she made you flustered with just that, “Taking a liking on me now?” She hummed, brushing the piece of your hair that fell, “And what if I do? You gonna do anything about that, doll?”

Wait…what?

You let out a nervous chuckle, confusion was evident in your eyes which she seemed to notice, “You’re pretty and snarky, and a bitch. It’s honestly not hard to notice you.” Oh god…this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

But no. No matter how many times you inwardly screamed at yourself to wake up, you’re still here. Inches away from Jinx, her eyes burning holes through you. You wanted to say something, anything at all, “I…I think you’re pretty, too.”

‘What the actual fuck was that?’ You thought, mentally facepalming at how much of an embarrassment you are. Jinx giggled, “Oh really?”

You sighed. There’s really no going back to this, huh?

“Well…yeah. I only really ever hated you because of how much you piss me off when you steal my chance to answer in recitations.” It was an embarrassing reason to hate someone, you admit that. But it really did piss you off for quite a long time, “And bout the bitchy part I’m sorry…I really didn’t mean to come off like that.”

Jinx laughed, sitting beside you, “Okay, okay! Calm down genius.”

You sighed, “And also about the project, oh my god, I really am sorry I shouldn't have pressed any random buttons knowing you’re so much better than me at those things. Really, if I had a car I wouldn't burden you by staying in your house but I have no choice, and I—”

Her kiss was enough to shut you up.

You were surprised, of course you are. It’s not every day that you get kissed by Jinx, the person you absolutely used to hate, on her bed, on a rainy night.

It’s shocking but it’s not reason for you to return the kiss, too. Maybe, in a way, you’ve been vying to know what her lips felt like against yours.

It wasn’t long until your blue-haired companion broke the kiss, “Would you still kiss me if I told you I’m the one that slashed your tires?”

Her laughter is contrasted by your shock. But in a while, you just sighed. Yeah, it did make sense that she’s the one who did it. You just laughed before pulling her close, “Fuck yeah I would.”

-

The next morning, Jinx woke up alone. Typically, she’d immediately think that whoever was in her bed last night was rude enough to not even say goodbye. However, the smell of freshly cooked bacon reaching her room debunked that thought of hers.

She groaned, stretching out the remaining tiredness and drowsiness, “Fuck…what time is it.” Her hands reached out to the bedside table, expecting her phone but her hands caught on a paper instead.

‘Hey, idiot! I left early for class, and I made sure to make you breakfast. See ya later <3’

again, so sorry for uploading this so late!!! pre-college responsibilities are piling up <//3 rest assured, I'll still upload whenever i can! just drop me some requests <3

this fic is also posted in my ao3 account !

song: i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀⋆ — lycastatic

i want auroras (and sad prose) — xiaoven au

where love grew but didn't live long enough to be seen.

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Venti, to Xiao, is like the gods' blessing to him after years and years of wallowing in loneliness and darkness. Years of yearning for something new from a constant world that seemed stubborn to welcome change. Years of fading faith in the gods he worships, losing hope to ever receive the only wish he hopes to come true.

Now that he has it, he doesn't know how to thank the gods and their benevolence for having gifted him the most enchanting gift they could ever think of.

Venti. Venti and his unchanging smiles. Venti and his braids that flew along with the wind. Venti and the sweet scent of cecilias that never left him. Venti and his comforting presence that Xiao can't help but dive in.

If admiring every single feature Venti has was a sin, Xiao is certain he would fall into the deepest depths of hell. And for Venti, he would—and he wouldn't hesitate. If to love someone with your whole heart is a sin, then he'd rather die a sinner than someone who has lacked any love in their life.

Emotions are ridiculous. They're sudden. In a way, they're like uninvited visitors in the abode you call a heart. One may vex them at first but will come to a moment of epiphany after some time. Xiao sometimes feels like a lost person, incapable of analyzing his emotions the way that other people do.

He's confused by it like it is some kind of otherworldly mechanism brought upon the world. One that needs sorting and solving in order to find out what it means. One that requires wits and the genius of geniuses to be given meaning to.

However, it changed. Like the seasons in a year, like the breeze of the day and the night. It stayed constant for years, similar to the rest of Xiao's life. The unchanging movement of emotions is only shattered by someone whom he adores so much that he wouldn't be bothered to fix the broken stability of his life.

Maybe the gods are beaming upon them. But for how long?

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this is originally posted in ao3 and the rest of the fic is over here!!!

pls make sure to heed the tags before reading <3

song: the lakes - bonus track by taylor swift

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀⋆ — lycastatic

you're no good for me, but baby i want you — jinx x fem!reader

you're a spy who needs something from jinx. and maybe the only way to steal it is to have you pinned underneath her.

smut ! originally posted in ao3 but i thought i'd post the smut part here. enjoy <333 MDNI! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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You could barely remember how you ended up here—pushed up against a bathroom stall and her lips planting kisses on your neck.

The night was a blur. You could remember flashes of you drowning under multiple glasses of liquor, you blending in with the crowd and dancing the cloudiness of your mind off, and Jinx finding you. You remember her hands on your waist, her grip tight and reckless, intending to leave marks by the morning.

You remember getting pulled out of the crowd and in someplace quieter before you get slammed against the wall and her lips were against yours in a rough kiss—much rougher than the ones in your place.

You let out a muffled moan when you felt her knees press in between your legs, that familiar heat coming back to you. She chuckled at your noises, extremely pleased with herself. Despite her absolutely intoxicating antics and the alcohol in your mind, you tried your best to stay conscious, to focus on your job. Once you’re done, you can go disappear and bury yourself down the ground.

“Jinx…somewhere private…please?”

She snickered against your neck where she started leaving marks that would surely be on display tomorrow, “Too shy for this place, dollface?” You whined. The answer is yes—and also because you desperately want to get a hand on one of her tools to finally finish your job. She hummed, quietly observing the pleading look in your eyes, “Well, I don't usually let people into my hideout, but maybe I'll make an exception tonight. Besides, you’re pretty hammered—doubt you'll remember much anyway!” She pulled you through the crowd and up a flight of stairs, the alcohol taking its toll on you as your steps wobbled, her hand around your waist the only thing stopping you from falling face-first to the ground.

The music from the bar thumped in your ears as you stumbled along beside Jinx, the world swaying gently with each step. She guided you with surprising steadiness, her laughter ringing out intermittently. You tried to focus despite the haze in your mind. She pushed open a heavy metal door, that led into a room with a chaotic amalgamation of tools, gadgets, and scraps strewn about in a disorderly yet strangely organized manner. The air smelled of oil and gunpowder, and your drunken mind struggled to focus on anything specific.

"You're lucky, you know," Jinx slurred playfully, her words weaving between giggles. "Not many get to see this place."

You managed a lopsided grin, your senses struggling to keep up with the whirlwind of colors and shapes from the alcohol and from the doodles all over the place. As she led you deeper into the cluttered space, your gaze flickered across her workbench, a jumble of half-finished gadgets and discarded tools.

Then, amidst the chaos, you spotted it—the object you had been searching for. A compact device, gleaming with potential, nestled among scraps of metal and coils of wire. The images of your city destroyed if she completes her weapon was enough to almost get you out of your intoxicated state. You needed that device, no matter the cost—you can’t afford to see more lives lost because of her, this is why you’re here in the first place.

But how do you even get close to that thing?

Jinx lunged at you, a bit more forceful this time, her lips rough against yours and your whimpers muffled under her touch. No, you need to get closer to her workbench. But she’s too good. Way too good to make you submit to her like she wants you to. You are completely in her utter mercy.

'Shit, I need to focus.'

As the kiss deepened, your confidence grew. Whether it be because of whatever shit you drank or the lives of people at stake in your mind, with a playful yet assertive maneuver, you began guiding Jinx towards her cluttered workbench, not once breaking the kiss. Jinx's back hit the hard surface, her moans accompanied the jumble of tools and half-finished inventions that rattled in response. You pressed your body against hers, a confident smirk plastered on your face as you took control of the kiss, exploring Jinx's lips with a hungry fervor. You felt Jinx's hands sliding up to tangle in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking entrance with an unspoken challenge.

Usually the one in control, your blue-haired companion is evidently exhilarated at being pinned against her own workbench. She met your intensity with a playful defiance, her hands gripping the edge of the workbench for leverage. With a teasing glint in her eye, Jinx gripped your chin, nipping at your lower lip before reclaiming the kiss with a hunger that matched her own.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your fingers trailing down Jinx's sides, fingers teasing along the curves of her body. Your bodies are pressed together in a heated embrace, the only noise surrounding the two of you are the distant blaring speakers of the bar, your muffled moans, and Jinx’s heavy breathing against you.

With a daring move, Jinx switched the both of you in a swift motion, turning the tables for her own pleasure. Now you’re pressed against the workbench, a mixture of delight and excitement dancing in Jinx’s eyes as she regained control between the two of you. Great, exactly what you wanted. In your mind, you silently thanked Jinx for making your job easier for you.

She leaned in, reclaiming the kiss with a newfound intensity, her lips seeking out your neck in a bold display of dominance, "Looks like someone's feisty tonight," Jinx murmured against your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine.

You chuckled softly, hands sliding up Jinx's back, fingers tracing the lines of her tattoos, "Do your worst, Jinx," you whispered back, a challenge which she gladly accepted. You know she won’t turn it down. You also made a mental note to get yourself a scarf to cover up her marks tomorrow.

As your hands roamed over her back, tracing the contours of her body, your mind raced with a dual purpose: to savor this stolen moment and to accomplish your mission.

Your mind raced, trying to create a plan despite the intoxication from the beer and from her kisses. With each kiss, you stealthily maneuvered your hand toward the mechanism—the small, intricate device that glimmered underneath her hideout’s dim light. You could feel the faintest brush of its surface against your fingertips, hidden underneath the chaos of tools and half-finished inventions on Jinx's cluttered workbench. Your heart raced with both adrenaline and the fear of being caught.

Just as your hand closed around the device, Jinx's lips moved to your neck, her breath hot against your skin. Panic threatened to rise within you, but you masked it with a soft moan, playing into the moment. Jinx's attention was focused on biting your neck, her playful yet unpredictable nature keeping you on edge. Every movement you made had to be calculated, ensuring she wouldn't notice the way your hands slowly reached toward her stuff.

Your breath hitched as her touch grew bolder and your fingers were inching closer to your goal. Jinx responded eagerly to your noises which she loved hearing, her own hands finding their way under your shirt with a mix of urgency and desire—enough for you to let out a small whine. Her attention seemed consumed by your neck, oblivious to your subtle movements.

Heart racing, you finally grasped the device, carefully sliding it into your pocket while keeping your motions fluid and natural. You mentally cursed yourself for almost dropping the item after Jinx placed a rather harsh bite on your skin. Adrenaline surged through you as you realized what you just did—stealing from the infamous Jinx herself, right under her nose. You’re done, you can now leave her place whenever you want and never come back.

But instead, you’re still here. The item in your pocket, her bites all over your neck, and your shirt on the floor after she swiftly discarded it off of you. In your mind, you thought you deserved a reward too, didn’t you?

“Having fun?” Jinx purred, her voice low and teasing. You managed a breathless chuckle, heart pounding with the thrill from what you just did and the way her hands were slowly undoing every bit of self-respect you have, “More than you know,” you replied with a playful smirk, hoping your words would distract her from any suspicion.

Jinx chuckled knowingly, her fingers tracing a line down your jaw. “Good,” she murmured, pulling you into another searing kiss. You silently savored the victory of a job well done, still processing how you managed to pull it off without her noticing at all. Maybe you should thank the drugs she took earlier or the drunken haze the alcohol gave her. Whatever it may be, you’re just glad it’s done. Whatever you’re doing now is not for the mission. You deserve a reward.

And Jinx is right there in front of you.

You let yourself go, gripping her braids that made her let out a small groan against the skin of your chest, her bites growing harsher by the minute. Her hand slid underneath your skirt, her touch intense and impatient. She lets out a soft moan against your skin after feeling you move against her thigh that found its way between your legs, desperately looking for that friction to satisfy that growing heat inside of you.

“Hmm, don’t you look pathetic?” She grinned up at you, spatting the last word out as if to humiliate you. To an extent, you know it’s working, “Well? Don’t go silent on me now, doll.” She added, gripping your thighs underneath your skirt as if to taunt an answer out of you.

You answered her with a pleading whimper, your voice too strained and your mind too hazy to let out coherent sentences, “Please…”

She tilted her head, an innocent look on her face which you know is far from the truth, “Please what, princess?” You can feel her hands teasing your aching core through her featherlight touches. Touches that made you want to scream for more, “Jinx…come on…”

She let out a laugh, trapping you in another kiss, muffling your moans after she inserted a finger in you, moving at an achingly slow pace that made you arch your back against her workbench. You can hear her giggles over your ragged breathing and you can tell she’s enjoying every bit of the show you’re putting on for her, “You’re fucking soaked. You’re such a slut, aren’t you, doll?”

You let out a string of strangled moans and whimpers against her shoulder, your sharp nail digging on her back possibly drawing blood. She hissed in pain, a small smirk on her face, “You likin’ that, dollface?” You could only respond through silent pleas and occassional whispers of her name. It was too slow, so painstakingly slow that you have to move against her just to satisfy yourself. That, of course, did not get past her, “Awh, dollface…so desperate fucking yourself on my fingers like that.”

She watched you intently, her eyes glinting with amusement and her lips forming into a smirk as you moved desperately against her. She likes watching you like this—on edge, and so, so pathetic.

“Jinx…please…” She kissed your cheek affectionately, “I don’t do riddles, baby. Use your words.” She stopped moving, you let out a whine at the loss of movement, “Jinx! Just fuck me already…please-” Your words were cut off by a kiss as she started moving again at a brisk pace that was enough to make you scream her name if she wasn’t kissing and biting your lip.

The stretch of her second finger made you wince in pain for a fraction of a second before it was once again replace by your moans and your constant begging for more. She ignored you, absolutely exhilirated at the way your body is flushed against her and your hands found its way into her braids, tugging them every now and then. She liked it rough, you made sure to make her feel exactly that.

It wasn’t long until you’re squirming underneath her touch, the only thing escaping your lips is her name in ragged breathing as you begged for release. She felt your legs shaking, immediately getting the idea as her pace quickened, your fingers clawing on her back.

“Jinx…I’m so…”

She hummed, her other hand on your waist steadying you, “What? You’re gonna cum already?” You nodded, a silent begging in your eyes. She snickered, shaking her head, “No, you can handle a few more minutes, dollface.” You whimpered. You need a release so bad and she’s just looking at you as if you’re the most entertaining shit she’s ever seen in a long time.

“You can always beg for it y’know?”

'This motherfucker…'

You don’t want to do it. You know you’re too prideful for that. But she’s serious when she said she’ll leave you hanging for hours and you don’t think you can even get through that without passing out.

You whined, “Jinx…please, please…let me cum…please…”

She let out a low chuckle, satisfied and so, so pleased with the way you begged and the way your half lidded eyes looked at her. You looked so fucked out right now and fuck, she could get off with that image of you in her mind. So lewd, so loud, so fucking desperate.

She moved faster, your moans getting louder the closer you get to your release. You met her eyes and that glint of amusement she has when she kills someone is the same thing you’re seeing, “Good girl. Come on, cum for me, dollface.”

As if on command, your grip on her tightened as you came on her hands—you almost passed out if it weren’t for her patting your cheeks to keep you steady, “No sleeping on me, toots. We’re not done yet!” She licked her hands clean in front of you, a hum of approval from her, “You taste sweet…like a cookie.” She giggled.

“W..wait, what do you mean we’re not done?”

She tilted her head towards you and leaned in close for a small peck before responding, “Awh, I still haven’t had my dinner, you don’t want me to starve…right?”

She didn’t give you enough time to respond before she completely took your underwear off and threw it somewhere on the floor, her tongue against your clit was enough to give you the answers to whatever question running through your mind. Of course, she’ll gladly have you as her dinner, too.

“Wait…Jinx…I can’t…” You trailed off, arching your back from the sensation of her tongue against your cunt. She looked up at you, a lopsided grin on her face, “Surely you can, sweetheart.”

You’re too fucked out to even register anything. The most conscious thing you did is to subtly hold the pocket of your skirt where you hid the mechanism you stole from her. You can’t fuck it up now when you’ve gone so far. One of your hands on your skirt (a coy method so she won’t notice the iron grip you have on your pocket), holding it up for her—a gesture she gladly appreciates through the satisfied hum you felt from her and the other one on her hair as she’s eating you out.

You won’t last long and you both know it. Your grip on her hair tightened with the way her tongue is fucking you, so selfish and desperate as if it’s the last meal she’ll be having in her life. Fuck, you want to thank your boss for this heavenly opportunity.

Your moans were uncontrollable at this point. You’re a fucked out mess with Jinx’s name the only thing leaving your mouth along with ragged breaths and small whimpers. And fuck, Jinx loves that. She relished in the way you scream for her name like there’s no tomorrow. If there’s no party going on downstairs, people would hear you with how loud you are.

For Jinx, it’s permission for her to get deeper, rougher, and harder with you. Oh, she enjoys seeing you like this, completely under her mercy as you writhe in pleasure with the smallest of her touches. She’d keep you like this if she could. Well, technically she could, but she’s not that crazy to tie you up here in her hideout forever.

It wasn’t long until you’re shaking and cumming for the second time, a satisfied chuckle can be heard from her as she gladly drank you up. You’re not lying when you say you could cum for a third time with just that imagery alone.

She stood up, biting her lip at the sight of you. She gave you a small kiss on your lips and you can taste yourself from that, “How’re ya feeling, dollface?”

'Fucked out.'

You just hummed, resting your head on her shoulders, “I could definitely use some sleep. But…” You trailed off, an idea in your mind that you tried to protest against but you just can’t.

“But what?”

You didn’t answer her and went on to kiss her again. It’s not as rough as she did to you but it’ll suffice. She gasped in surprise as you held her exposed waist and switched the both of you, pinning her against her table. It’s not for your job at this point. You just really want to fuck her after everything.

Her chuckles were cut off by her moans when you started nipping and biting on her neck, making sure to leave marks. It’ll be unfair if you’re the only one between the two of you with some memento for the night, right?

You slid your thigh in between her leg which she started riding. She’s fucking shameless. You knew that already but it’s still caught you off guard, letting out a small groan as she whined against you. She looked at you, her eyes filled with unbearable amusement, “You’re a fucking slut.” You whispered that she responded with a laugh, “Hmm, the same slut who made you cum two times, baby.”

“Shut up.”

You kissed her again, your hands finding it’s way to her pants and unbuckling it. You outwardly cursed after feeling how soaked she was underneath, “Fuck…Jinx…” She just moaned in response, biting her lip in attempts of not being too loud. A small smirk emerged from your face with the way she arched her back after inserting your finger. She’s irresistible. That’s how you could describe it, really.

A second finger in and she’s meeting your thrusts. She won’t last long, that much is evident. With the way she moaned in your ear and the way she held on your hair. You could do this all day.

A few more thrusts and she’s cumming on your hands, her breathing ragged, and the once smug smirk on her face replaced by her parted lips, too fucked out to even say anything. Maybe you’re also fucked up with the way a small pride blossomed in your chest for making her look like that.

“You good?” You asked, helping her back into her pants. Hey, you still have some decency in you after all the shameless shit you did a moment ago. It also seemed like the alcohol in your system is slowly disappearing, leaving you in a much more rational state. Still drunk, but not blackout drunk.

She nodded, leaning on your shoulder, “Geez, who would’ve thought a princess like you would make me cum in just a few minutes, huh?” She laughed, slowly regaining her composure, “Good work, doll.” She added before planting a chaste kiss on your cheeks and nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled, feeling her get comfortable against you. You felt your pocket and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the small mechanism is still in it. You glanced around her place noticing the clutter of crayons and spare parts alike. An unorganized decor which seemed to fit Jinx’s personality perfectly.

You returned your attention to her, shaking her awake but she didn’t budge, too deep into her sleep to even notice anything. You sighed and carried her all the way to her bed. You heard a satisfied hum after you put her down, too passed out on her drinks and from what you two did. In your mind, it’s for your own good. Now you can leave this place unscathed and act as if you didn’t just steal something from the criminal herself.

You checked yourself out in a nearby broken mirror, presumably, because of a gunshot and fixed your hair. You looked like a fucking mess.

Before leaving, you stole one more glance in her workbench—which is now, by the way, incredibly messy—and noticed a hand drawn sketch of a weapon. This isn’t something you recognized, probably a new contraption she’s been working on. You shrugged. Might as well take it with you.

Before leaving, you stole one last look to a sleepy Jinx who is passed out drunk on her sheets, a silent ‘sorry’ in your mind before leaving.

Well, at least you’re done with it, right? As you stumbled out into the night, the stolen device burning a hole in your pocket, you couldn't help but grin. Mission accomplished, despite the drunken haze. Jinx may be clever, but tonight, you had outsmarted her.

there's more to it than this tho <333 the rest of the fic is over here !

this was actually the first smut i wrote so I'm a bit concerned about how it turned out.

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i feel like i should start writing more fics for hsr 🥹

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THE LAST OF US - #It’s just deer meat

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THE EPISODE NAMES?")$?"?"?

THE LAST OF US | 1.01 “When You’re Lost in the Darkness” THE LAST OF US | 1.09 “Look for the Light”

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i am here to request ANYTHING clorivia (nsfw or sfw) pls these gays won’t leave my brain

this is full of fluff inspired by that one moment in sigewinne's trailer <333 enjoy!

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love thorns all over this rose

"got lovestruck, went straight to my head, got lovesick, all over my bed."

Navia has always been in tune with her surroundings, what people need, and what emotions her heart screams. She's a smart girl. She knew that well. Maybe that's why she ended up here, sitting on the plush blue couch of the Palais Mermonia after Sigewinne's invitation to try out her new medicinal tea. She can't reject her even if she's so tired from her work.

As usual, she dragged Clorinde along with her. Well, she didn't really tell her to but the latter insisted. After the whole trial fiasco about her father, Clorinde seemed to have taken responsibility for being her bodyguard every time she stepped foot in the Court of Fontaine. She rejected that idea, not really enjoying the thought of a friend becoming her bodyguard but with Clorinde's stubborn attitude, she eventually gave in.

In a way, she's glad to give her Spina de Rosula guards a break whenever she's away from Poisson.

"So...I made some tea with added Romaritime flowers! It's really refreshing." Sigewinne smiled, offering three cups to the girls sitting on the couch, "Wanna try some?"

The calm atmosphere of her mind was replaced by a sudden panic deep inside her the moment her hands that reached for the tea were stopped by her companion's gloved hand—a small precaution to not take the tea yet.

Navia nodded slightly, swallowing the constricting feeling up her throat. Clorinde was probably preventing Navia from getting poisoned but it sure was enough to send her into a mental spiral. Why is her heart beating? Has she been poisoned and didn't notice? Is she having a heart attack?

She fought many times in her life yet a simple protective touch could make her panic.

'That's odd...' She thought but shrugged it off. Maybe it's just her lack of sleep these days getting to her. Ah, she should get some rest when she gets home.

Despite her initial hesitation, Lynette's approving nod was the only thing she needed to sip the tea—almost too willingly. A vain effort to try to swallow the erratic beating of her heart, too. An action which she, undoubtedly, regretted the moment the liquid graced her lips.

She grimaced, forcing a smile to not offend Sigewinne. The last thing she would want to do is to see the little one be upset, "Of course...why didn't you say it was so bitter..."

Lynette shrugged, her unchanging reaction had her and Clorinde be taken for fools, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Was the gray-haired girl's only response, making Navia sigh. Of course, Lynette could care less about anything at all.

"Well, the important thing is that it works!" Sigewinne's laugh was enough to at least alleviate the stinging bitter aftertaste of the tea (which she had already put down). It may not be to her tastes but Sigewinne surely has the best of intentions.

However, that tea surely did not help with the continuing feeling inside her. A feeling that only doubled as she glanced at her side, the small smile that emerged from the purple-haired girl's face seemed to add to the dizziness, too.

'Just what is going on with me?'

-

"Are you alright?"

After the eventful taste testing with Sigewinne, the walk back home was uneventful. Other than the occasional greetings from strangers on the way, nothing much seemed to occupy her mind.

Maybe except for her companion who's silently walking by her, eyes occasionally giving her a slightly concerned glance. Navia cleared her throat before nodding, "Yeah, I'm alright. Just...a bit dizzy, I guess?" She laughed, trying to play it off but Clorinde didn't let it slide, "Is it perhaps because of the tea? I can tell Sigewinne to lessen the bitterness next time." Her concern is imminent and Navia, being the considerate person she is, shook her head.

"That won't do. She's trying to help others and that is enough," They finally reached her boat to take her back to Poisson, and she glanced back at her companion who watched her intently, "You need to stop worrying about me, Clorinde. I can handle it."

The other girl just sighed and held her hand, assisting her up the boat, "In a way, it has become my responsibility."

'Ah, this girl. Always so stubborn.'

Navia smiled, "My father would be happy if he sees you all protective of me now," She leaned on the boat's railing, "But seriously, I'm okay. The Spina takes good care of me."

"If you say so."

Her boat went away, her smile unfaltering as she waved at Clorinde. The latter's hair flew elegantly as the sea breeze graced their presence. Even from afar, Navia could see how her eyes sparkled against the light. She remembered the way it lit up with concern when she told her about the accident with the primordial water. Clorinde kept asking her for at least an hour or two if she was okay, offering her assistance in whatever she did.

She’s not fond of being dependent on others but Clorinde’s insistent was touching. The way she’d immediately be alert when Navia did anything was enough for the blonde girl to smile.

Navia sighed. Just what is this feeling brewing up in her chest?

No. She probably just needed a rest.

-

“Boss you’re here!” One of the members of the Spina rushed to her side the moment she stepped foot in Poisson, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes. It’s just that the Traveler has sent you a gift!”

Her worry was soon replaced by excitement, evident in the way she gasped and ran to where she was being headed. Her attendant followed her, “Boss! Please be careful!” She just laughed, “Try to keep up!”

In a way, maybe that’s what made her so likable to the people residing in Poisson and what made her be loved by the people in the Spina. Navia is carefree, kind, and considerate. Always up for fun and includes her people in it.

Maybe that’s why Clorinde’s stuck by her side too.

‘Ah…what am I even thinking about?’

Upon reaching headquarters, she is greeted by a box with a bouquet of cecilias inside, alongside it was a note, “I visited Mondstadt recently and Paimon thought we’d send you guys a gift! Send my regards to the rest of the gang! <3 - The Traveler and their amazing companion Paimon.”

Navia laughed, “Aw, I can even hear their voices just by reading this! I hope they visit Fontaine again soon.” She carefully put the note down and picked up the flowers. The scent is sweet, reminiscent of freedom and unbounded bliss, “Please put these in a vase for me, I’ll be giving these to our friends tomorrow.” She said, handing the bouquet to her attendant who gladly nodded at her.

The sigh that escaped her as soon as she plopped on her chair was enormous. It felt like a whole week’s stress she piled out that she never expressed. Not to mention, this added dilemma with Clorinde still confuses her. In matters like this, she would usually have tea with the Traveler or with Clorinde herself. But with the latter being the topic at hand, that option is off the table.

“You seem stressed, boss.” Her attendant said, preparing a cup of tea after he arranged the flowers. Navia nodded, “It’s that evident, huh?” She sipped on the tea, a breath of fresh air from the bitter one earlier, “Should I cancel your appointments for tomorrow so you can rest?” She could hear a hint of worry in her attendant’s voice which she rejected.

“Oh, no that won’t do. It’s alright,” She shook her head and smiled, hoping to ease the worries of her attendant, “In fact, please help me prepare a little something. I’ll be visiting a friend tomorrow.”

-

“Flowers and macarons? What a surprise. Is everything okay?” Furina’s confusion is evident the moment Navia appears on her doorstep. The previous hydro archon’s house is quaint and quiet, perfect for someone who wants peace after a lifetime of not knowing what it is.

Navia hummed, looking around the house while Furina went on to place the flowers in a vase, “The Traveler brought those. I figured I’d share it with you guys, too.” There was hesitation in her voice which Furina picked up, “Should we discuss something over tea?”

After a few minutes of Furina’s hushed ‘ow’s from the hot water, she and Navia sat across each other, silence ensuing between them which Furina tried to break through the small crunch of each macaron she ate.

“You’ve known Clorinde for a long time, right?” Navia asked.

Furina nodded, wiping her mouth before answering, “That I do. Why? If she asked you to convince me to let her be my bodyguard that’ll be an immediate no for me.” She replied, shaking her head as if the thought of Clorinde’s request ails her.

Navia giggled, “She did mention that but it’s not what I came here for…” She sighed, Furina’s eyes stared at her intently, confusion etched on her face, “It’s just that…recently…I’ve been distracted…”

“Distracted by Clorinde?”

“Not exactly. I have a feeling it’s just my mind playing tricks on me but there’s this feeling in me every time I think about her…” Navia trailed off, finding the right word to say in hopes that Furina could grasp the entirety of the situation, “I don’t know, really. I just keep thinking about the times she protected me…”

There are countless moments that flashed in her mind where Clorinde stepped in the way just to protect her. She would reason that it's due to how much she respects Navia's father. However, there's a feeling…maybe her intuition or wishful thinking that maybe Clorinde is doing it for her alone. For Navia alone.

“Navia?” Furina’s voice took her away from her thoughts, “Ah, I'm sorry, what were you saying?”

Furina leaned against her couch, her lips pursed, deep in thought, “I guess…I can see your predicament…”

‘Oh finally…’

“Clorinde can be quite the enigma, really. She's strong, loyal, and a bit stoic at times. It's not surprising you find yourself drawn to her.” Furina replied, her hands gesturing the air elegantly.

“So…this is normal?” Navia asked. She's confused if her voice emits relief or a sense of dejection.

Furina hummed in reply, smiling a little from the way Navia’s hands held her teacup a bit too tightly, “Well, there's certainly another way to explain all of this.”

“Really?”

Furina hummed, sipping her tea before replying, “Maybe you like her.”

“Of course, I like her. She's a friend.” Navia's response almost made Furina groan. Ah, for years she's served as an archon, these types of conversations from her followers weren't avoided. She knows these kinds of things really well.

“Ah, my dear Miss Navia…I meant romantically. In a way where you'd kiss her under a thousand stars if given the chance. Like those soft, melodramas I've seen people perform. A classic tale to be told.”

Wait…what?

There's no way. Navia and Clorinde are friends, they have been for ages. To think she'd see a close friend under that image was enough to make her pause from her tea time and think thoroughly.

‘Do I actually…?’

Furina noticed the silence that followed and tried her best to give Navia a small smile, “Romantic love is not something I've…encountered. At least, not to myself,” She laughed, reminiscing the days during her performances when admirers would flock to her, “But for years of acting as an archon, I've seen people like this. In a state of confusion, I understand that.”

“I can't possibly ruin a friendship I've had for years.”

Furina smiled warmly, “Ah, matters of the heart can be quite the puzzle, can't they? First, you must understand your own feelings. Are you looking for companionship, admiration, or something deeper? Once you have clarity on that, you can decide how to approach Clorinde.”

-

The visit with Furina may be short but it sure was worthwhile. As much as she hated it, she needed to go and continue her errands.

For the whole day, she walked around the Court of Fontaine, giving her friends the flowers that the Traveler gave. It seemed uneventful to the eyes of strangers but her thoughts were far from that. The usual understanding she has with herself, with her feelings, all came crashing down.

Even the wisest ones sometimes need a person to make them see who they truly are, right? A person to break through that tough exterior. A person to reveal the complex amalgamation of emotions. A person whose mere touch can send a million electrifying shocks all throughout.

A person like her.

A person like Clorinde.

With the only flower left in her hand, she watched the way her purple hair swayed from the breeze. The way her eyes fixated on the swan who danced across the water. The way her usually stiff hands grew nimble, tapping away on clean marble.

Navia sighed.

Maybe Furina was right.

Her footsteps seemed light the more she got closer to her, like a cloud floating up the sky. If she's being honest, it feels like she's falling. Falling so hard that she'd only wish her companion would be right there, catching her with open arms.

“Navia. Something the matter?”

‘Yes. Me.’

“Not much…just thought I'd drop by and give this flower the Traveler sent me last night.” Ah, she hoped Clorinde didn't notice the way her palms sweat as she handed the sweet-scented flower.

“Ah, thank you.”

Silence ensued afterward, the only sounds that accompanied the setting sun were the flapping of birds, the sound of shoes against concrete, and the low whispers of people.

Does she notice? The way Navia's eyes lingered on her as the flower found its way into her companion's hand? The way Navia's eyes lit up every time they saw each other? The way Navia's hands lingered at each touch?

Small things, minuscule details. Details that Navia herself ignored until it all felt too much for it to explode. She feels like she can't breathe.

Clorinde looked at her. Archons, she shouldn't have. The way her eyes were etched with concern was enough for another mental spiral for the blonde, “Is everything alright?”

Ah, and that voice. That stoic, intimidating voice that made others run away in fear made her want to close whatever distance between them and just hold her close, so close she could suffocate from it.

“I…uhm…” Clorinde’s hands reached out to her forehead, trying to check if she was alright or if she had a fever. Navia couldn't deny that, it does feel like a fever dream right now. She thought about those hands that were holding a delicate flower, the same hands that wielded weapons just to protect her.

“I like you.”

The final light of the sun and the far-off caws of the birds flew with the wind. The silence between her and Clorinde is deafening.

‘Please say something, please say something.’

Clorinde’s stillness reminded her of the unmoving water in the lakes of Fontaine. So still at all that you'd wonder what mystery it has been hiding underneath.

‘Oh, archons…I shouldn't have said that.’

She laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off, “Oh my goodness. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to blurt it out. That was so inelegant of me.” In her mind, the only solution is to leave right now and possibly lock herself in her room from utter embarrassment.

“Wait, Navia–”

“Here, uhm…please just forget whatever I said. I'll send some compensatory macarons for tomorrow and–”

Her words were cut off with the warmth of Clorinde’s lips against hers. It was a peck. So chaste, so sudden, so out of the blue. Her reddened cheeks seemed more evident under the moonlight which she tried to hide.

Clorinde looked at her, a small smile on her lips. Maybe it was a trick of the light, a hallucination of her mind, or maybe it was real. Maybe the second kiss she initiated was real. Maybe this is all real.

The kiss broke and a breathy laughter emerged from the blonde which was reciprocated by a small smile from her company, “Should I take you up on the compensatory macarons tomorrow?”

i definitely had fun writing this <333 other requests are currently in the works so stay tuned !

song: slut! by taylor swift

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PLS SEND ME SOME REQUESTS BEFORE COLLEGE BEATS MY ASS 😭😭😭

i have nothing to do and i miss the clicking sounds of my keyboard 😞😞😞 help a girl out <//3

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girls dont want bad boys, they want a man who will immediately help them pin the murder they committed on a serial rapist

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You’re right, it’s not all men, Ravi fucking Singh would NEVER

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i am very proudly claiming my "fan before the show came out" badge for agggtm

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i support women's rights but also women's wrongs 🫶🏻

When I think of female rage I think of Pippa Fitz-Amobi finding out about Max Hastings being “innocent”. I think about her pouring coke on some jerks head and shoving one of her friends against the lockers and holding him by the throat for accusing her of lying. I think about her breaking windows and painting “Rapist I will get you” on Max’s door. I think of her shoving protesters and breaking signs at Stanley’s funeral.

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lesbians and aquariums- is this a universal experience

aquarium 🐟💌