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Coloring Outside the Lines by Spicypill
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
17 May 2025
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When they were kids, Ekko had always thought with the most unwarranted confidence that he and Powder would end up together. Like it was some kind of inevitable, fated truth. Of course, it was a ridiculously naive way to think. Things changed. Somewhere along the way, Ekko let go of his juvenile daydream. Then, he received an astronomical slap in the face by being cosmically thrust right into the middle of it.
That was like torture, but this? This was worse. This being whatever diabolical mind game that Jinx was playing with him now.
Let’s do this one more time: another timeskip timebomb because some of us thirsty bitches (no names) just can’t get enough. Canon compliant-ish, coloring outside the lines of S2E9. Here’s a snarky, dorky, horny little take on it.
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22 Jun 2026
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She cocks the pistol upwards, and intentionally sneaks around the alley. So the idiot won’t hear her or her gun coming. Jinx drops it to chest level, and turns the corner quick, pressing it into the man’s chest. She cackles, “Gotcha—!” Then gasps. Oh. The breath knocks out of her lungs. It’s Ekko. Her grip on the pistol falters, fingers loosening around the trigger.
A big, gloved hand gently presses into her wrist, pulling her hand down, and trying to pull the pistol away too. With the mask on, she can’t tell what kind of expression he has. No big brown eyes she can see through. “What are you still doing here?” She hisses, resisting against his grip. “Scram!” It should be his warm fingers on her skin, she thinks.
No! No, get a grip! Everyone is just in that warehouse! If they saw her with the ‘firelight’s leader’, she’s done for.
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They meet by chance, but come together on purpose. A story of timebomb trying to stay away and failing miserably.
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- Part 1 of Enemies with benefits au
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17 May 2026
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The first time Iwaizumi gets shot down from the sky by a heat-seeking missile, he still has seven hours left in the dream. He dies slowly in the wreckage of his Japanese fighter jet, the shrapnel in his gut poisoning his blood even as his skin boils black and oozes through the cracks of third degree burns. He lies there, gasping desperately for air, and all he knows is the cold, clawing of fear and pain and a loneliness so acid it almost drowns out all the rest.
The taste and shape of Oikawa’s name hovers on his lips as he jerks awake.
After that, Iwaizumi keeps a gun strapped to his chest whenever he is under, and every time he wakes up, gasping from the imagined pain of a bullet to the brain, he thinks of Oikawa and the contagious naiveté of academia, and he thinks of good intentions.
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Note: No extensive knowledge or understanding of the Inception movie is required for the enjoyment of this fic.Bookmarked by pattycake17
21 Mar 2026
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"Max has dumped me five times. But what have I done? Huh? Have I despaired? No. I’ve marched back into battle, and I’ve won her back every single freaking time."
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Or all the times Max broke up with Lucas, and all the times he fixed it.
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31 Dec 2025
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It’s late in the morning when Zhou Zishu steps into the common area of the hostel. He's greeted by an unfamiliar interior, which should be right, after all, not even a full day has passed since he found the place, but what should be his minimum recognition of the place after a night and getting an extensive walking tour from the receptionist is stripped to nothing; like it’s his first time seeing it all over again. He would be generous to himself and assume he somehow stepped into a different building — a museum for ancient China probably or a showroom of the same concept — but it is, undeniably the same building. Although very noticeably, the sofas and bean bags that cluttered the common area are replaced with furnished wooden benches and tables, the shared kitchen that is initially his goal for the morning to get a cup of coffee has disappeared, and guests in heavy robes and elaborate headpieces sip their teas in one corner where the Americans had spent the whole afternoon day-drinking just twelve hours ago.
or — zzs books a room at a cheap hostel for a month and instantly regrets it the next morning
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22 Dec 2025