#yoyowrites

"Hmm," Makki hummed. "And what exactly do we get out of this arrangement?"

Oikawa gritted his teeth. "You get a chance to be a good friend."

Makki blew a raspberry in his direction. "Boring."

"Makki, I cannot believe you're abandoning me–"

"I'm sorry, does he think we're friends?"

"Mattsun!"

The two high-fived, sniggering. They were in Makki's living room, romcom on the TV forgotten as soon as Oikawa had barged in and begged them, kneeling on the floor, for help.

"Please." He pressed his hands together as if praying to some higher deity. It would be almost comical if it wasn't so pitiful. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"You don't understand what important means," Mattsun said flatly. "You woke us up at 2 AM because you thought you saw a UFO."

"I didn't think I saw it, I know I did. It was so—Whatever, not the point right now, guys!"

"Which is what, exactly?" Mattsun sounded bored, which was not different from how he usually sounded but now he wasn't particularly trying to hide it.

Their captain's expression was seething, but his tone remained serious. "Iwa–chan is mad at me. I need help to convince him to forgive me. You're the help. So come. Help me."

Makki tsked. "What's the magic word?"

"Now, dipshit." He would've lunged at him if Mattsun and his horse–like foot hadn't kicked him aside. He fell on their carpeted floor with a dull thump and stayed there, batting his eyelashes and arranging himself into the picture of pity until the duo sighed.

"First of all," Mattsun started. "Whatever this is, you probably deserve it." He held up an admonishing finger against Oikawa's squawk of protest. "And second of all, begging for forgiveness while we spray water all over his doorstep to reenact some cheesy melodrama won't work. He'll get angrier." His tone was deadpan, but Oikawa knew he was taking this seriously. Finally.

"What do you suggest then?"

Mattsun opened his eyes with such enlightenment as if he had been granted the solution from Alethea herself. Makki watched this with mild interest, knowing from the events unfolding he would get at least entertainment and at best blackmail.

again, and again, and

pairings: mel x elora, jayce x viktor, mel & jayce

summary: On an expedition into the ruins of what was once the city-state of Piltover, historian Elora discovers two mages, Mel Medarda and Jayce Talis, who have been under a sleeping spell for four hundred years. She insists on bringing the possibly radioactive ancient mages back to her home in the Freljord. Because there's something pulling Elora towards Mel, who speaks as if they already know each other. It's probably the same thing that pushes Jayce towards a professor called Viktor.

Or: Mel and Jayce meet the reincarnations of Elora and Viktor and get a second chance, centuries after the events of Arcane s02e09.

so a ship (not sure if platonic or romantic yet) I've been thinking abt since i finished tgcf is yinyu and shi qingxuan.

its mostly bc of the whole fate thing bc yy became a god and was always meant to be one(?) but he was sort of lackluster and lost his godhood yet sqx was never meant to be one they were a great god.

anyways i love thinking about how they'd meet and interact. I'm thinking, xl is worried abt sqx and shares this worthy with hc. hc dispatches yy to go and keep an eye on sqx and then they become closer after that?

also yy teaching sqx martial arts techniques to protect themselves ughhh i think they'd be a cute duo

your thoughts?

hii!! i love this, there's so much potential there!

a pair of forsaken gods. One who knows what it's like to lose everything, one that had everything stripped away from him. Gods who watched their whole world crumble.. i think they have a lot to talk about. i see yy coming to sit quietly next to sqx, neither of them needing to say anything. just knowing. It wouldn't take long for them to start bonding. After the truth of his ascension was revealed, sqx would be doubting his abilities and his worth. yin yu knows that being a god doesnt mean youre the most skilled at something. yin yu can help him find ways that he can still feel good and in control about his life after being stomped to the ground. yy finding purpose in helping sqx to his feet. sqx finding a friend who understands him, and helping him with his self confidence in return because yy deserves to feel good about himself

it kind of strikes me as a situation where sqx can give him advice on how to stand out, how to have his voice heard in social situations, how not to be overlooked.

glimpses of you

pairing: mel x elora

tags: hurt/comfort, memory loss, married couple, when you forget your basically immortal wife but fall in love with her at first sight again

Mel is practically immortal. Elora, sadly, is not.

Halfway through the hour, the hero felt their legs go numb. The vampire, straddling their waist, one hand locking their wrists in place, the other in their hair, felt it too: up until now, the hero had struggled valiantly against the vampire's hold, kicking and thumping whatever they could touch. Now, their legs lay limp against the sheets.

The vampire pulled back, but didn't release their hold. "You okay?"

The hero's face had turned impossibly red, skin gleaming with sweat. They took quick, deep breaths before answering, still panting from exertion: "Yeah, I—It's nothing. Training earlier was—" They blew out a breath. "—brutal. My legs are just tired, I guess."

"We can stop, or do this another way."

The hero shook their head. "Let's continue."

"Are you sure? Your heart is beating really fast."

The hero huffed. It wasn't the first time they were annoyed at the vampire's abilities, but it never got less frustrating, especially at times like these.

"That's what tends to happen after exercise, yes."

"Exercise," the vampire repeated, amused. They rolled their hips, and the hero groaned.

"Whatever. Will you just continue now?"

"Hmm." The vampire hummed considerably. "That's some passive language, you know."

"Oh, shut up—" The hero groaned.

"Making me do all the work." They pouted, an expression the hero had found scary when they'd first met, but one which now elicited an altogether different reaction. They tightened their legs without thinking.

The vampire grinned, and kept them apart with that herculean strength. The hero aimed a kick at their face as they leaned in, and the creature caught it easily, hooking the leg above their shoulder. They hooked their chin up the hero's ankle.

"I've been trying all night to get you to ask for what you want—"

"Shut up, you know very well what I want because, up until a second ago, you were giving it to me!"

Their partner kissed their knee, and the hero shivered. "Well, maybe I need a reminder."

The hero groaned, and tried to gather their patience. This was just another one of the vampire's games. Just a few words, and they'd get what they wanted.

"I..." The hero started. "I want to have sex with you. You make me feel safe, and... God, it's just been such a long day, but here." They sent them a tired smile. Energy was pooling back into their body. "Here I feel like I can breathe again."

The vampire touched their brow, swiped a stray hair out of their eyes. They kissed them, soft and sweet. The hero was surprised at the gesture, but took advantage of the loosened grip to push them back and straddle them instead. The creature let out a surprised yelp as they found their positions suddenly reversed. The hero locked a manacle around the vampire's wrists, which suppressed their superpower.

The hero wanted to say, "It's fine, I'm fine," but what came out instead was a sob, loud and uncontrollable, and then they were on the floor, crying. Whether they were bawling about the memories currently bombarding them or the fact that they'd just ruined sexy time with their partner, they weren't sure. They grasped their shirt and forced their breathing to steady.

Slowly, as one would with extremely fragile glass, the vampire touched their shoulder. When the hero didn't immediately twitch away, they wrapped both arms around their partner and held them.

Later, in bed, when the hero had calmed down, the vampire brought up the matter with carefully calculated precision. "Was it something I said?"

The hero, who was close to sleep, blinked themselves awake. "What?"

"Earlier, you... Was it—" they did not say triggered—"caused by something I said?"