#snippets of random notes

[wordsofwilderness]

Found this beauty in my writing notes:

[gossippool]

i was gonna make a personal poolverine headcanons list because other people were doing it too but i realised my fics already have most of them so. here are some of my headcanons in fic snippet form. some contradict with others and some i don't even think are necessarily true but it's fun to experiment

people have said this before but logan fights wade because he sees himself in him (or because he realises that he actually doesn't and he hates that)

wade knows about and feels the (emotional and psychological) effects of all his other variant selves (and everything else if he tries)

logan's heightened senses gives him synesthesia

logan doesn't actually like violence/fighting/blood during sex or like ever. it's just an unhealthy addiction that started from him killing all those people that he snuffed with alcohol but revived with wade, and a way to take his anger out on (someone like) himself

with regard to wade's chronic pain slight p pressure on his skin hurts more and in a worse way than sharp pains like getting stabbed

[azems-familiar]

"Long long time ago, after the original technological boom, a mix of brutal technology and magic used for a world war between the nations devastated large portions of the planet and stripped the atmosphere. Without its inbuilt protection, the survivors quickly began falling prey to the sun’s radiation, which killed them via evil sunburns, basically. Mutually-assured destruction and the planet turning against them led to a scramble for resources, and the nations retreated into magic-tech atmospheric domes, the area within terraformed to use for resource gathering. The Sisterhood, the remnants of an ancient order of nuns revering a mother-goddess of unity, was turned into an organization of spies and assassins, handed the knowledge and means to produce magical technology, and charged with maintaining the world’s unity/peace."

-

"Average lifespan around a thousand years. Redundant systems and extraordinarily resistant to physical damage; highly weak to magical damage/radiation. Civilization-wide fear of burns due to the past, and due to lethal weapons being basically magic flamethrowers. Fear of bright lights and open flames. Fangs, apparently. Pointed ears and claws."

-

"Formerly a member of the Sisterhood, when he was around a hundred years old, Tam uncovered one of the Sisterhood’s ancient secrets: the truth of what happened to their planet, and the fact that the sun was slowly expanding, strengthening magic all across the planet but also making it work less well, as well as increasing surface temperatures. Caught knowing things he shouldn’t, Tam escaped the Sisterhood’s internal discipline by declaring himself a man; by their own rules, they were forced to ship him off to the nearest nation, and he took advantage of that to steal crystals, a few magic-tech prototypes, and some other secrets, then vanish as soon as he was sent back down to the planet. He gathered a few people to himself and had his heart replaced with a prosthetic made from crystal, which ended up causing his body to mutate slightly.

Calling himself the Lord of Suns, with a cult-like following among many of the younger generation, Tam lives by one phrase: adapt or die, the very thing he was forced into when he was much younger. Determined to force his people to survive their deadly sun no matter what, he's contracted the head of the Sisterhood to help him force thousands of years of bad blood and soft warfare into open daylight, in the hopes that the chaos of shattering society will let him force them to unite under his leadership, where he can convince the survivors to agree to leave their dying planet behind."

-

so. the sun is magic. magic, like electricity, is dangerous; magic, like electricity, can be channeled through the use of technology based around naturally-grown crystals that emanate it. it's been thousands of years since the war that devastated the world; no one left alive remembers it, nor the secrets of magical technology that were once so widespread. the Sisterhood controls the crystals, the knowledge of how magic works, and most of its assorted technology, and doles it out as necessary. the Sisterhood functions as a peacekeeping force because it, by necessity, does not have agency; it has no loyalties save the ones it is contracted to have, and it cannot break its own rules. it is an utterly neutral force that holds society together. the handmaidens that make up its numbers do not have names, they have numbers, which correlate specifically to their position in its ranks and change as they age and improve and complete contracts.

this is a society of a few surviving nations locked in an endless soft war for resources. due to the damage caused to the planet - not that many people remember that history anymore - lethal weapons are illegal, as is open warfare; the only people allowed to carry energy weapons (aka magic weapons) are the handmaidens of the Sisterhood. that leaves everyone focused on committing warfare through politics, espionage, and assassination, done via proxy - by hiring handmaidens to infiltrate their enemies, assassinate people, or even act as bodyguards. due to this, the central node of society itself isn't the individual dome-cities that make up the nations, but a neutral meeting ground run by automatons maintained by the Sisterhood: the Garden.

the Garden can only be accessed by teleporters, and its location is kept secret. it takes the form of, essentially, a massive hedge maze of sorts, filled with individual rooms and nooks and crannies, and it is governed by a single Rule: there is no form of espionage allowed inside the Garden. it is where people come to make deals, to have unwise dalliances, to exchange information, and as one of the rare spaces filled with actual plant life, it is about the closest thing to sacred that exists. attached to the Garden is an event center of sorts where the majority of court intrigue and maneuvering takes place, during specific times of the year.

what no one realizes is that the Garden isn't actually on the planet - it's on the dark side of the moon. and all those lovely little lights in its ceiling are stars, seen through a bubble atmosphere.

[skatingthinandice]

🌹🌹🌹!!!

Ahhh thank you! I'll take the number of roses to be the number of paragraphs seeing I've had this Aelfwynn/Constantin snippet sat in my notes app for a while and doubt I'll be able to get much further with it, but I still adore it.

The day they parted at the gates of Bebbanburg, she'd given her solemn promise that should she ever find herself in need of sanctuary, she would come to him. His voice had been strangely soft as he asked.

Let me protect you, Lady.

That's all she remembers, years later; the fierce crash of the waves breaking on the rocks, and the fierce kindness of a king who spared her the same fate.

[milkbreadtoast]

me having entire conversations in the tags of posts w ppl by going "#prev ..." has the same vibe as me passing notes back and forth to someone in class that the entire class reads before the notes get there

edit: ...alternatively having convos w someone by like. writing a message on the blackboard or sidewalk and then checking later and someone else has added to it while i was away...

[pencilofawesomeness]

WIP Folder Ask Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

OKAY OKAY. Who wants to see my unholy stack of WIPs? Clearly several people, as I have been tagged by @bumblebeehug, @xfangheartx, and specifically called out by @phoenix-before-the-flame. (Love yall)

I don't have a neat folder, and I'm not going to include things I never plan on touching again or completed works or notes, but uh. I have things scattered about, of the WIP variety. Oh dear god. Save me.

MAIN WRITING FOLDER

(aka things that have their own doc, including docs that store a collection of wips like a matryoshka doll. Those will be astrisked)

—22 AUs* —BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO* —Breaking Chains Extra Stuff —Everything to me —Fairy Tail FMA AU —Febuwhump 2025* —FTRB22 Fantasy Space AU —HTRYDS Runaways —JJK Hurt/Comfort* —JJK MHA Crossover —JJK What the Storm Brings —Jujutsu Wonderland* —Natsu Whump Fic —Random Stuff* —Random Stuff 2* —Random Writing Tres* —Sic Semper Tyrannis —Tales of Valor —Those Who Defy Death —Under the Wing

and now for the scarier part.... The things I have inside documents. Note that there are completed things in some of these, or things I won't go back to, so I'm only listing WIPs.

DOC COLLECTIONS / SNIPPETS

22 AUs —Fullmetal Alchemist: My Hero Academia —Fairy Tail: H2O

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO —HIVES

Febuwhump 2025: —*each day's prompt and corresponding drabble, I ain't listing them all: those are the Fairy Tail ones I did the polls for —ORORON FIC: Used as Practice —TAPFU AU: Living Weapon

JJK Hurt/Comfort —Scars —The light turned red, and I ran it

Random Stuff 2 —SUPERGIRL: The Legion meets Mon-EL —SUPERGIRL: Mon-El and Elida —SUPERGIRL: Mon-El Returns / Visiting Clark —TALES OF VALOR: Imra and Mon-El Talk —TALES OF VALOR: Name Drabble —UMBRELLA ACADEMY: Batman Adopts the Hargreaves (Number 4) —FAIRY TAIL: HTTYD AU - Gajeel finds Natsu —FAIRY TAIL: HTTYD AU - Tiny Wendy —FAIRY TAIL: HTTYD AU - From the beginning, for real this time —SEVEN DEADLY SINS: Brother Talk —FAIRY TAIL / SEVEN DEADLY SINS: What it means to be human alive —GENSHIN IMPACT: Coffee and Candied Ajilenakh Nuts —TWISTED WONDERLAND: Trein and Leona —JUJUTSU KAISEN: My Gojo Manifesto | The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love

Random Writing Tres: —FAIRY TAIL: FMA AU Backstory Thingy —KINTSUGI: Ur Prequel Scene —TWISTED WONDERLAND: Leona and Malleus Snippet —JUJUTSU KAISEN: Within Infinity - Shoko —JUJUTSU KAISEN: The Sun Wonders of Us | Tsumiki Intro —JUJUTSU KAISEN: The Sun Wonders of Us | rip Gojo —JJK x MHA | MAY DEATH NEVER STOP YOU: Megumi AU —JJK THERE'S A PLACE FOR US: Aftermath Sequel

FINALLY, MY ART

(I'm actually pretty good at finishing things I start in a timely-ish manner so not many true WIPs. Mostly because I haven't made a doc yet for some of my ideas lmao.)

—Cover_DT —DragonFamBatfam —ExpressionSheet_Erik —HTRYDS_Expressions-and-Designs

There. That's most everything. Maybe. Some of those, particularly in the Random Writing Collections, are scenes of the same thing, potentially belonging to another document, but I just. Wrote the headers I have. For the sake of the game. So. Yeah.

Feel free to send in asks and bother me about WIPs. That's a good way to make me work on them lol.

I know this is a tag game but most of my usual suspects have been tagged, and I'm feeling nice, so I'm not going to willfully wish this on anybody. If you're brave enough to dig through your WIPs, feel free to pretend I tagged you and blame me for it. I support you fully o7

[junietuesday25]

How strange it is, to be a living thing. Flesh and bone and blood ticking along, knitted into one creature, capable of consciousness, of thought and feeling. Gale feels his pulse knock against his ribs. Feels his fingertips brush against the inside of his gloves. Feels shattered tiles bite into his boots, the soles nudging up against the skin of his feet. A wonder that he stands here and his body continues to breathe without his direct input; that his muscles stay flexed to keep him upright; that with less than a thought, his arms lift and bend to his will.

“Gale,” says Lae’zel urgently, “can you not shield me from your magic?”

“Yes!” says Gale, snapping back to himself. To the battle against the Absolute cultists. Karlach rages across the room, past the Wall of Fire he’d cast at the base of the stairs, protecting himself and the other ranged Harpers. She’s surrounded. Lae’zel means to help her. “Go now, the flames will not touch you.”

Lae’zel fixes him with a critical look, but there’s no time for any more words. She leaps down the stairs, through his wall of fire, and buries her sword in a cultist who’d been about to stab Karlach in the back.

Gale flexes his fingers. Sculpting his evocation spells ought to be as instinctive as breathing.

Then again, within 24 hours, he’ll have no need to do either ever again.

[yujeong]

Somehow, I now have 200 followers. I didn't expect this to make me emotional, but it does. Thank you to every single person who follows me. It means a lot ❤️

[ohdarlings]

[oncillaphoenix]

Anthea: Yeah, little kids do bite a lot. Anthea: Although, in hindsight, our 5yo might have been abnormally feral...

[agentsnickers]

"You know, you could have just found a place with three bedrooms."

"This made sense for a lot of reasons," Benny says, refusing to be startled by Les even though the kid has once again managed to catch him by surprise.

They're all still getting used to having Les in the house, Les included. He moved into their living room for the beginning of the school year, and Benny is still regularly surprised to find him around.

"I'm just saying, you didn't have to go all fifties sitcom couple about it," Les says. "What's your deal with David, anyway?"

"What do you mean, kid?" asks Benny. Les wrinkles his nose at the nickname, but doesn't protest. It's one of those things he fusses about if anybody but David - or, increasingly, Benny - uses.

"Well, like," Les says. He pauses to flop somewhat dramatically across his favorite armchair. “You’re raising his baby with him.”

“Oh,” says Benny. “That.”

“I know you guys aren’t involved,” says Les. He tips his head to one side, reconsidering. “I know you guys aren’t involved romantically. God knows you’re very involved in other ways.”

“I love him too much to let him do all this on his own,” Benny says. He trusts Les to take that how he means it. “And if Katie doesn’t want to do her part, I will.”

“Lots of people wouldn’t,” Les says.

“Well, I’m not lots of people.”

“I know,” says Les. He gives a vague little wave. “I don’t know how to articulate what I’m trying to say.”

“I can’t answer your question if you don’t ask it,” Benny points out.

Les sticks his tongue out. “You moved cities for him, but your relationship isn’t romantic. Why?”

“Because he was a fucking wreck and would have cut me out of his life if I didn’t,” Benny says bluntly. “If you’re asking why it isn’t romantic, it’s because I don’t do romance and David is, again, a little fucked up about that stuff.”

“And you share a bedroom in a two bed apartment because –“

“It was more affordable than a three-bed and Sean and Tony are childhood friends of mine,” says Benny.

Les doesn’t say anything else, just sits with his knee pulled all the way up to his chest on the chair.

“What’s really up, Les?” Benny asks.  

“Just Mom again,” says Les.

Lately, that could mean anything. Les is just back from lunch with his parents, which they’d wanted David and Leah for as well (not Benny), but neglected to ask whether David and Leah were available and scheduled it smack in the middle of Leah’s baby dance class.

“You know how she is,” Les continues.  “I’m wasting valuable opportunities by living here, David’s never going to find a girl if he’s sharing a room with his friend, why can’t we both just be more like Sarah, the usual.”

Benny laughs. “For what it’s worth, Les, I think you’re at least as well-adjusted as Sarah.”

“You and Dave are good for each other,” Les says. “I don’t know how our parents haven’t noticed. I don’t give a shit what they think of me living here, but it made me so mad to listen to how they talked about you. Especially since they go on and on about how Sarah found such a perfect girl and I’m not allowed to tell them what Katie did.”

“I don’t need your parents’ approval, Les,” says Benny.

“I know,” Les says. “But it still pissed me off. Good thing Lydia and Mark are decent people; at least Leah has one set of grandparents that have your backs.”

“You’re a good kid, Lessy,” Benny says. He stands up, patting Les on the shoulder as he passes him on his way to the kitchen. “Now, valiant defender who pays no rent to live in my house, come help me get dinner started before Daves and Lee get home.”

[charlescoded]

Knowing charles in heat is so needy and max has zero resistance + how fertile he is (why am I blushing typing this!?), i just hope there's some kind of birth control pill in this universe or else… i know your omega is glowing when he's pregnant but you have to know about family planning, my lord.

You can call me anything you want! Just know someone cares enough to give me nickname is already heartwarming 🥰 thanks! I'm kinda love ducky because it's cute (although ig i'm not as cute as this nickname haha) and reminds me of the character in toy story 4… he's just like me in some ways.

Have a good day and something tasty to eat ❤️

- 🦆

aww, don't worry, charles will get flustered the first time max calls him fertile as well~

but there's actually a very vague reference to birth control in the original snippet! the glowing jewels attached to charles' bracelet, the one lisette plays with, are magical in nature! one of them is for bc, or else charles would get pregnant again almost as soon a lili's born 😳 another one is for general protection, because max knows his human omega is pretty squishy. their half-vampire daughter is more durable than charles lmao

shhhh, you're very cute, ducky, just know im out here thinking you are~ but ty, hope you have a good day as well! im thinking about making a chicken & chorizo jambalaya for dinner 🤔

[bluberimufim]

Find the Word tag

I was tagged by @mister-writes (see their word finding here). My words were ready, charge and strike.

Ready

He rose, grabbing the book he'd set down at his side. Darius got up too, adjusting his coat. "Johann will have a contract ready for you tomorrow morning. You should grab all the things you wish to take with you and bring them here. You can sleep in one of our tents tonight, if you want. One will be arranged for you in a few days. Any questions? "Will you teach me how to do magic?" Diedrich almost seemed to withdraw. "Well... maybe."

Charge

There is no way I can translate this that appears in any of the 400 pages of this WIP. Sorry.

Strike

There isn't really a situation in which this word is used, but I played around with the translation to fit it into a sentence. The chapter this scene is in is gonna be cut from the WIP anyway.

He grabbed the scissors he'd set down on the sink. The noise of metal striking the ceramics seemed to echo throughout the absolute silence of the night. Unbearably slow, he fit the small object into his hand and pulled it closer to his face. The metal glistened, reflecting the weak lamplight. He held a strand of hair and placed it between the two blades. He wanted to cut it. He wanted to cut it as short as possible. He wanted to cut it so short that Nikolaus could never run his fingers through it again. His hand shook. The sharp ends of the scissors almost brushed against his face, cold as ice. Why was he so hesitant? A few months ago, he would have done this without thinking. Why hesitate now?

I'm very proud of that last scene but alas. The darlings must be killed.

Anyway: to @writeblr-of-my-own, @leisoree, and @hallwriteblr, your words are blank, water, and float.

[duckduckngoose]

ngl if i had the time i would love to do an in-universe Cursing of Chateau castle fic thats like 50K+ words long 'written' by Mirabelle featuring her author notes and wild tales of why shes a little late posting but alas. no time.

[avesmonster]

tagged by: @nammikisulora

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

my wips:

• post-canon kepcobi moments

• wolfwere au

• [untitled]

i tag: @voiider @quadrantadvisor

[hexescore]

hey, hey, let's match!

♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, ekko, jayce, jinx, mel, sevika, viktor, vi.

☆ ◞ summary: little snippets of matching items with (character)!

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader.

❀ ◞ author note: this is my first time writing for the arcane characters, so i hope i wrote them well! please enjoy!

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

bracelet or ring

The silver band was wrapped perfectly around Caitlyn's wrist, catching the light as she pulled her hair back into a high pony tail. She had come home later than usual and despite claiming she'd do better and work/life balance, she picked up right where she left off at work.

"Cait?" You call, peaking your head into her little workspace, seeing she's hung up a few new leads on her bulletin board. "Dinner's done," You walk further into the space, glancing around. It looked different than the last time you'd been in there, messier.

"Mmhm, I'll be there in a minute," She murmurs, "Just got a few more things to take care of..." You nod in acknowledgment, but don't leave. Instead you glance around the room some more, inspecting random but meticulously put together files and pictures.

Finally, you've made your way to where she sits in her leather desk chair, your hand gently touching her shoulder. She tenses at the sudden contact, but almost as quickly melts into your touch. She tilts her head just enough to press a kiss to your hand- her eyes catching the matching silver bracelet you wore. Despite it being subtle, the fact you two are matching causes her to grin, little butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "It's your favorite," You refer back to the dinner you mentioned, "Let's eat together."

Blue eyes trail from the silver band up to your eyes, and she bites her cheek to hold back from cooing at how much she adores you. "Alright," She sighs, pressing another kiss to your hand before packing up her work. She'll have time to do it later.

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EKKO

small couple trinket set.

The smooth, wooden surface of the little cat trinket in Ekko's jacket calms his mind long enough for him to find his footing. It's not often, but when the responsibilities and fear of failing start piling up, Ekko's anxiety reaches peak. When his thumb runs over the cool wood of the trinket though he's able to calm his mind and remember back to a better moment.

"Isn't it cute? It looks like you, don't you think?" You tease as you hold the pouty looking cat trinket up to his face. You almost choke on a laugh at the way his expression matches the cat so perfectly. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head at your antics as he spots the matching trinket. He picks up the other cat and smirks, holding up the cat to your face.

"Now that's a match." He says, and when you peak at the cat it's got a rather confused and dumbfounded look on it's face. You scoff, grumbling that you do not look like that. He chuckles as you set the cat down in defeat, moving on to the next stall. As you're distracted, he picks up the matching trinket set and buys them to surprise you with later.

He'll never forget the way you lit up as he handed you the cat that apparently "looked like him." Your giddy, child-like smile as you accepted it and proudly declared you named it 'Ekko Jr.' before informing him you'll 'treasure it forever and ever.' He then promptly showed you the matching piece, which you rolled your eyes at but ever so graciously allowed him to keep. Yeah, a better moment to remember.

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JAYCE TALIS

outfits.

"You two truly are disgusting." Viktor commented, with no malice, as you and Jayce entered the lab. Jayce just held a grin akin to a child in a candy store on his face as he looked over your outfit again- which matched his perfectly. It was surprising how many outfits Jayce coordinated in order to match you in some way or another.

"You're just jealous." Jayce held his head high with pride, turning to press a kiss to your cheek. "I'll pick you up later, okay?" You smile, leaning into the kiss and soaking up what warmth you could from him. Anyone who saw you two would surely get a tummy ache at how sweet the moment was.

"I'll be the one in the matching outfit." You chuckle, your laughter only growing at Viktor's faux vomiting. You decide to leave willingly before you were forced out, but not before giving Jayce quick peck on the lips. You run away as you hear a playful argument rise between the two.

"Seriously, how many outfits can you possibly match together?" Viktor sighs, shaking his head as he turns to continue his work.

"All of them." Jayce says earnestly, almost too prideful to not have a single article of clothing that doesn't have a matching counterpart to yours.

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JINX

nail polish.

It was easy to be captivated by Jinx, her voice like the lure of a siren, as she chats away about her day to you. She only gets this way because she trusts you, which in turns makes your own walls come down. Your eyes closed as you relax in her presence. Last time she had convinced you to match nail polish with her, a subtle way to claim you as hers to those in Zaun who eye you, thus you lay with your hand in hers.

Eventually she runs out of things to say and begins to just hum random tunes as the brush of the nail polish runs along your fingernails in a precise motion- as if she was painting on her newest creations. "Pink, blue, pink, blue~" When she's done she blows on them to help dry them faster.

"Jiiinx, that tickles," you whine, causing her to eye you with a mischievous smirk. At the quiet, you peak an eye open, which you regret as that's when Jinx pounces, straddling your lap and tickling you with a menacing laughter escaping her lips. "N- No! St- Stop! Please! I c- can't!" You squeak between laughing, thrashing around as she continues her attack- eventually you manage to get her off, but she looks ready to lunge at you any time.

"If you keep it up I won't let you finish my nails-" You lightly threaten, which causes her to hesitate, but she ultimately decides that maybe you could pull off a one-handed nail polish thing before attacking you again.

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MEL MEDARDA

stationery (pen).

It was a beautiful fountain pen with gold accents, and along the side in beautiful calligraphy was engraved 'forever.' It was by far Mel's favorite pen, it wrote smoothly, was beautiful to look at, but even more than that, it was a reminder of why she did what she did. For at home there was a matching counterpart to this pen, engraved with 'and always,' that always had her thinking about you.

Late nights had long since become a part of her routine, but the pen weighed heavy, like a message for her to wrap up her work before it got too late, and head home into the loving arms of you. So that's what she did. Mel wrapped up the last of her paperwork for the day before leaving, the commute home quiet as she fiddles with the pen, thinking of what you did throughout the day.

She smiled as she thought about how you'd greet her home, wrap your arms around her, kiss her. You'd pull her into the dining room and tell her about your day, chatting over dinner. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice when the carriage pulled up outside her estate.

It wasn't until your head peaked out the door that she was pulled out of her daydream, tucking the pen safely into her purse. She exited the carriage, her tired and weary body carrying her towards you until she was inside, ready to finally relax after a long, hard day.

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SEVIKA

whiskey glasses.

Idiots. She swore everyone she had to work with were idiots and purposely made her work harder to do. Sevika was much too ready to return home, and upon doing so, pulled out the matching whiskey glasses. You entered the room, sitting yourself on to the kitchen counters.

"That bad, huh?" You ask, accepting her offer and taking the whiskey glass. She sighs, shaking her head. She didn't even know where to begin, but she decided on pouring herself a glass was a good start. You listen to her complaints, your finger outlining the simple design on the glass. Yours and Sevika's initials engraved into the glass- a gift from a friend.

Sevika downs the rest of her drink after she finishes telling you about her day, and you decide to bring over the bottle as you sit with her on the couch. "Whatever, I don't want to think about it anymore." She grumbles, taking the bottle and taking a swig from it. She wraps her mechanical arm around you, pulling you in closer to her.

"Tell me about your day instead," She insists, watching the way you try to mimic her in taking a swig of your drink- it goes down less smoothly than Sevika made it out to be. She chuckles at the way you cough a little, and then at the way you throw her a glare. She's quiet though, when you finally tell her about your day. It's these small moments that have her thinking about just how lucky she is.

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VIKTOR

keychain.

"Vik, look at this!" You call him over, holding up the matching keychains for him to see. They were in the shape of puzzle pieces, and when they got close, they connected with a magnet. "Aren't these cute?" You hand them over to him and he looks over them inquisitively.

"Very," He says, before looking up at you with a small smile. "Should we get them?" He asks, though he already knew the answer. You try to act nonchalant, shrugging your shoulders and saying if 'he wanted to you two could get'em' but it was obviously all an act.

"I don't think we could leave without them." Viktor chuckles, because if there was anything Viktor loved more than his work it was indulging your whimsy. Thus the keychains were promptly bought and put to use. It was the only "fun" keychain on Viktor's, which only made it all the more special to you.

"Wait, but now we have to separate them," You realize, feeling a little guilty for forcing the two puzzle pieces to be away from each other. Viktor sighs, holding his half of the puzzle piece up for you to connect.

"It matters not the time they spend apart, as they're made for each other, and will inevitably always meet in the end."

Did he not realize he just said the most romantic thing to you? And now he's shocked you're tearing up? smh

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VI

boxing gloves.

"One, two, one, two," Hitting the striking pads, Vi stood sturdy despite you putting your full force into each hit. Breathless, sweaty, and pretty tired, Vi decides a break is well in order for you both. You thank whatever god took mercy on you and take off your boxing gloves as you search for your water.

"Hey, babe..." Vi is rummaging around in her duffle bag, the crease between her brown deepening as what she searches for continues to evade her. "Did you take my gloves?" You look up at her, before looking down at the gloves. Inside on the label, written in sharpy, is the name 'VI' clearly written.

Sheepishly you hand them back to her, "Sorry, I thought they were mine," You say, now wondering where you last put the matching boxing gloves Vi had gotten you last year. In retrospect, Vi realizes that maybe getting you the exact same pair would inevitably lead to this situation.

"Nah, it's fine. I like when you wear my stuff anyways." She teases, enjoying the way you grow flustered at her words. She always had to say something in order to mess with you, and sadly for you, it always worked.