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It was the sudden shift of the wind that snapped her awake. Even in the darkness of the night, Sevika could feel something was off. It hit her in the gut – visceral, intuitive – like an inner voice that screamed its lungs out. Unintelligible, soft, and seemingly out of reach…but she could hear it. She could sense it.
Someone was in the room with her.
Sevika reached for the hunting knife tucked underneath her pillow, ready to–
“Boo.”
The half-hearted attempt at a scare came from the window, and as the clouds rolled off to give way to the moonlight, the sight of familiar blue chops sitting by the ledge made Sevika groan.
“For the love of Janna let me sleep!”
“Huh, could have sworn you were an atheist.”
“What do you want?” Sevika placed the weapon back under her pillow, draping her only arm over her eyes, too exhausted to even get angry. It’s been a while since the blue-haired menace came to her like this. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“No.”
“Are the voices not leaving you alone again?”
“No.”
“Don’t tell me you’re hungry?”
“I’m not!”
“Then what is–”
Jinx dropped down from the window, landing onto the mattress as she curled into herself, pressing her forehead against the side of Sevika’s knee. “Do you… Do you think that maybe… That it’s possible for me to have a good version of myself out there?”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I mean it’s me, but not… quite me. There’s another me somewhere far from here but, it’s like… a different place. But there I’m not… me. Over there, somehow, someway, I’m just, you know? I just– I’m not a…”
Jinx, Sevika finished the thought in her head as she sighed. “That does sound like a nightmare.”
“W-What?! Oh, so is that it?! You think that it’s impossible?! That I’m– That there’s no way I could ever–”
“I can barely tolerate one of you, now you’re telling me I have to handle two? Haven’t I done you enough favors?”
Chapter Three of Not My Problem posted on ao3.
The Firelights/Timebomb arc we didn't get to see in Arcane season 2.
SEVIKA and JINX in
Arcane 2.02 " Watch It All Burn "
One look was all Sevika needed to know that this room wasn’t a spare. Everything about it screamed lived in from the work table littered with drawings, paint and tiny knickknacks, to the colorful posters and artworks on the wall. There were two small pillows and a blanket strewn all over the couch, a guitar and a hoverboard leaning against each side of the furniture. Adding on the clothes from inside the half open closet, alongside boots that littered the bedroom floor, there was more than enough evidence to make a deduction.
This was a man’s room, and the thick jacket that hung against the door with an owl mask peeking out one of its pockets was all too familiar to ignore.
There was no better place for a commander.
Why Jinx was staying here, of all places, she didn’t want to know. It was none of her business after all.
Chapter Two of Not My Problem posted on a03.
The Firelights/Timebomb arc we didn't get to see in Arcane season 2.
Day 31: The Last Drop
past and present
Whatever theories Sevika had about the resistance’s mastermind were thrown out the window at the sight of white dreads at the end of a long wooden table. “You’re… Benzo’s kid.” She said it more to herself than to anyone else in the room.
“The name’s Ekko. In case you’ve forgotten in your old age, Sevika.” He nodded at Scar who moved to leave the room.
What. The fuck?
The head of the operation… was that snot-faced kid Benzo kept doting on back in the day? The scrawny little child who didn’t even reach her hip? The sassy little shit who always gave her attitude for no fucking reason? The whiny brat who walked like he owned the place when he was barely three feet tall?
“Scar says I can trust you.”
Chapter One of Not My Problem posted on ao3.
The Firelights/Timebomb arc we didn't get to see in Arcane season 2.
EKKO looking at JINX / POWDER
Not My Problem
Relationship: Ekko/Jinx
Tags: Romance, Humor, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, POV Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Told myself I wouldn't write fanfic anymore but here I am, Making something funny because Arcane gave us enough heartbreak, Trying not to make it angst to avoid 100k words, The missing timeline between Jinx's attempted suicide and the final battle
We found Jinx.
That was the first thing out of Scar’s mouth the second Sevika’s hand landed on the doorknob. And now she was here after a long trip, riding a slinky ass hoverboard with a bag over her head. She rolled her left shoulder, itching for the familiar weight of her prosthetic arm. It was part of the deal, of course. She had to be unarmed, quite literally.
OR
The Firelights/Timebomb arc we didn't get to see in Arcane season 2.
New story up on ao3.
ARCANE S2EP7 + S2EP9
Opening social media after being gone for awhile...
A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm
Happy new year everyone 🎊
He’ll get there... one day...
Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost : here
A guide for people perusing my blog just to hate on the content I consume and spend my time on 👍
What level are you at? 😶
may I offer my contribution
"With the development of our supposed relationship, grand romantic gestures should be on the table by now, don't you think? To give the people more to talk about."
The ship lights gradually lowered just as images started to reflect against the large white screen across from them.
Hermione's brows rose all the way up her forehead the moment she caught sight of the large cruise ship on the screen, taking in passengers from all walks of life. She blinked at the large, bold letters painted against its outer walls.
TITANIC
"Are we seriously going to watch a movie about a boat that sinks… while we're on a boat?" She turned to look at Malfoy in disbelief, watching him pause midway from tossing a piece of grape in his mouth.
"You've seen it?" He gaped at her incredulously.
"No, I haven't. But it's pretty famous so–"
"Well, way to ruin the ending for the rest of us, Granger!" He chucked an annoyed hand in the air. "Couldn't have given a spoiler alert?"
Hermione flushed at this, taken off guard by his petulance. "Sorry I-" The sudden realization that she'd forgotten Draco sodding Malfoy was a pureblood, and therefore had no knowledge of the famous sunken muggle cruise ship, rendered her speechless.
When it hit me that Draco and Hermione had the same physical attributes as Jack and Rose... the Titanic ended up being in one of their fake dates 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
"You are you, Malfoy. I'm sure I don't need to remind you why I never want to have anything to do with you."
Draco was taken aback by the unbridled look of disdain she sent his way. It's been awhile since he's seen such a look directed right at him. Memories of the war came flashing before his eyes, forcing him to look away, pushing back the memories into the corners of his mind.
Hermione watched him tear his eyes away from her own. Every prank. Every mocking remark. Every scathing tease. Every hurtful retort. She remembered it all. And he did it to her for no real reason at all. His actions and words were the root of all her childhood insecurities. Her teeth. Her hair. Her blood. Everything she had no control over he ridiculed. Her hatred towards him and everything he stood for had no bounds. But more than anything, she hated the fact that his words knew just where to hit her to make it hurt.
"Now if there is nothing else–"
"I heard Australia is a wonderful place."
Hermione felt her blood chill all the way down to her bones. She watched as he darted his gaze towards the picture frame on her table, before looking back at her knowingly. He knew. The bastard knew. "You fucking conniving son of a-"
"Before you start thinking about-"
"That was classified information-"
"If you would just listen-"
"How dare you even try to-"
"Would you calm down-"
"I will kill you with my own bloody-"
"Let me explain-"
"Get the fuck out!"
Draco stared at the red-faced woman before him, standing with her wand pointed straight at him. Her eyes were wild and her hair buzzed with sparks of magic. He raised both his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt your parents, Granger."
"I said, get out." Her tone was low and quiet, but there was a feral undertone to it.
"I'm here to offer help."
"Like I would believe anything–"
"Money, Granger. That's what I'm offering." Draco cut her off as he stood up slowly to his full height, hands still up in the air. "You're researching ways to reverse obliviation." He stated frankly, not bothering to ask for her affirmation. "Your current position at St. Mungos and the salary it provides you aren't enough. There are memory experts all over the world, both magical and muggle. If you're going to explore all possibilities, you would need a nearly inexhaustible amount of money."
Hermione was silent now. She still had her wand pointed at him, but all her anger was gone. She was looking at him with wide eyes, torn between wanting to listen to his offer and wanting to call his bluff.
Draco brought his hands down to his sides, his gaze on her firm and unyielding. "My family's peace, in exchange for your family's reunion."
As much as I adore the 'they were secretly attracted to one another' Dramione stories, I will always prefer a legitimate enemies to friends to lovers set up 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
"Ah, this I know." Draco pulled a book out of the shelf, flipping through it nonchalantly.
Hermione failed to hide the surprise on her face as she watched him scan through a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. "You know this book?"
"Theo wouldn't shut up about it. Said something about watching a play, and how tragic the entire story had been." Draco pushed the book back onto the shelf carelessly. "If anything, I think it was stupid."
Hermione was incredibly curious about how Theodore Nott, of all people, managed to know about Shakespeare, let alone watch a play about Romeo and Juliet; but the urge to reshelf the book back to where it should have been took precedence. She was annoyed that Malfoy didn't have an ounce of courtesy in him.
"Faking one's death, then dying together? All for the sake of love?" He snorted. "Don't tell me you actually like these kinds of stories?"
"Not all of them talk about tragic love affairs and teenage hormones, Malfoy. Besides, I don't particularly like Romeo and Juliet."
"What do you prefer then?"
The question caught her off guard. Was he seriously doing this? Was he going to deviate from the script, and instead, have her recommend a muggle book for him? She could see that question surprised him too. He hid it well, but the slight panic in his eyes said it all. He probably saw it as an opportunity to proceed with the plan, but when he realized the implications of his actions, it had been too late.
Hermione scanned the bookshelf quickly, figuring out what to pick before he could change his mind. It would be his first legitimate exposure to muggle literature. It needed to be something that could personally impact him; something he'd be able to relate to, something–
Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on a title that told her it had to be it. Grabbing it off the shelf, she handed it to him with determination.
Draco eyed her skeptically, surprised by the intense way she was staring at him. "Pride and Prejudice?" He plucked it off her grasp, flipping the book to eye the summary on its back cover.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of great fortune, must be in want of a wife." He chuckled. "Is this a proposal, Granger?"
It's hard not to give a nod to the OG of all enemies to lovers stories. There were so many lines in the P&P book that fit perfectly with Dramione 💕
Happy birthday to False Pretenses 🎂
