13 Jun 2022
Jinx's head whirled back in Ekko's direction and she glared at him. "Oh, so I'm not sexy?"
After contemplating ditching all of them and just driving home by himself, he decided against it and deadpanned, "I literally didn't say anything."
"Your silence speaks volumes." She scoffed.
“Your bed is nicer than mine,” Jinx sighs, her breath warm against his skin.
“If you need a new bed—” Jinx’s giggle cuts Silco off before he can finish offering her the same luxury he enjoys. She’s never asked for it before—despite having a perfectly suitable bedroom, she sleeps in her workshop most of the time, or in the rafters of wherever she finds herself when she’s tired. It’s always seemed to be what she wanted.
“No,” Jinx drawls, all infuriating teenage superiority, so sure that he’s the one being an idiot. She looks up at him like she wants to laugh again. “Your bed is nicer because it has you in it.”
"Did you know that Singed is making a monster?"
Written for the Zaundads Bingo prompt 'Warwick's Creation'
14 Jun 2022
When it comes to the Alphas' infamous greatest strength, the Command, plenty of factors come into play. Age. Designation of the recipient. Determination of the Alpha. The level of trust between them, particularly in the context of a familial or mating bond.
Every single one of these factors is against Powder when Vi Commands her to stay. Powder cries and screams and smashes her weak, useless fists against her weak-willed, useless head, but her legs remain rooted to her room, to safety.
Powder hates Alphas—almost as much as she hates herself.
In which Ekko is Silco's left hand, Vi leads the resistance against him, and Powder lives safely in Piltover—until she doesn't.