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Forgotten Ekkos

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Day: 1—Forgotten Fandom: Arcane Ship: Ekko/Jinx | Timebomb Rating: T CW: Ambiguity regarding the aliveness of a character

He lit up the city for her, going so far as to cross wires into underground power supplies he absolutely shouldn’t have access to. 

He painted on walls. Symbols highlighted by the transient stars. Arrows guiding her home. He wanted her to find her way back. Notes scattered like campaign leaflets that flooded the streets. Everywhere people walked, it was like a blanket of snow covering the ground. They needed to be reminded. Of the sacrifice. Who died so they could live. Who fought demons so they could continue to wake up another day.

He wrote her diary entries about his days. All the conversations he was going to have with her. All the welcome homes. She was going to know how needed she was. He kept her home clean. Every tool was organized. Every button dusted. He searched every nook, cranny and crevice for her. Foreign lands. On the home front. Up in the shiny world with the snobby people. He looked.

Ekko would illuminate the world searching for his Jinx.

He was gonna make damn sure, she will never be forgotten.

Temporary

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Fandom: Arcane Ship: Ekko x Jinx | Timebomb Rating: M Tags: MCD Beta: @crypt-exe

She still had his blood on her hands.

She…

Still had his blood….

On her. Cooling. Sticky.  Dripping…

…down her face. 

He isn’t moving anymore. Limp.  He isn’t moving. He…he isn’t breathing.

She’d learned that long ago. People had to breathe. Human’s need air in their lungs. She scrambles to her bruised knees. He’d bruised them when he pushed her out of the way. He’d shoved her. “YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!” she screamed at him. Leaning over him. His eyes were open. Staring into the void. “You pushed me asshole. You don’t push ladies!” 

Hot droplets leaking from her fierce violet eyes lands on him. Maybe they’d warm him up. Like he’d do with her. Wrap her in warm hugs. She’d never told him he gives good hugs. She’d shrug them off. That’s what she was supposed to do.  Never let them get close.

She was a Jinx after all.

“C’mon. You gotta get up. They’re gonna find us.” She whispers. “Ekko. C’mon. You gotta get up!”

They were walking home. He’d taken her for ice cream. 

All she had asked was “what did it taste like?”

She forgot to warn him. She put in new traps. She’d had dreams. Bad dreams. Nightmares. They followed her. The eyes. They. she had…to. She had to put the traps in. Nobody could…find them. They were precious. He.

He is precious. Worth protecting.

He stayed with her. It’s dangerous with her. HE HAD TO BE PROTECTED!!!

He took one step off the beaten path. One step. boom.

It was a small pop. Barely a marble hitting the ground. But….now Ekko….

She could fix it.  She…she can fix him. Stitch him back together. Make him one piece again.  She’d tell him she loved his hugs. She…there’s still time.

“BLINK IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!” She screams. She pounds her fists against his chest, but it’s caving in. She kisses him. His lips are cold. Breathes into him. 

Nothing. Stillness. Silence.

If he didn’t push her out of the way. If she’d told him. If she was a second faster. Her ears are ringing. 

Silence. 

Not….not even…an..echo…

Not

Not even. An.  But his hugs… Not. Even. An. Ekko.

“I love you.” She says for the first time. “Come home.” she says for the last.

Long overdue timebomb art😫

yes bby powder taller than bby ekko just cuz

THE SIMILARITIESS OF THEM THOOO UGHH

Me and my arcane obsessed friend just got this idea while in class lol

WIP for like a month cuz im souper buzy woman, can't catch a break and I can't post the higher quality render i m gonna cri

Timelapse

Wow I didn't need that before bed time.

’𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞’ 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: “𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝“.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

home library so I never have to leave the house 📚

Lidocaine

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 2: Chronic pain Fandom: My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku, BakuDeku Rating: Explicit (Like what E means. Unless you mean ecstasy, which, fair) Tags: Chronic pain, sex, explicit sex, it's cute and wholesome and warm, Bakugou "looks after" Deku IYKYK, bath time

His bones were stitched together with steel threads. Every morning, the ache began. He’d stretch and groan. The smothered embers of old wounds burned in his joints. Alone in his room, he’d cry. Soft, warm tears would soak his crumpled pillow that was half off the bed. Shoved to the side from the tossing and turning. He’d curse and scream. He was trapped in a body that wouldn’t work. He was ready for a new day. Mentally excited to jump into the training and classes.

But his body…

It wasn’t keeping up.

Katsuki would enter. The familiar footsteps would cross the floor, and pick his limp body from the mattress. They were in their last year now. Adults. But this tradition started years ago. The blonde would carry him to the bath, lay him down in the scalding water, and wash his hair. Soft scrubs. How tenderly he’d reach between his legs to clean the intimate sections. Izuku let out a soft moan. Having his man working him over like that, as the heat soothed his battered body…

Euphoric.

Katsuki thought so too.

The normally explosive blonde wordlessly stripped down, exposing himself. He climbed in behind Izuku and held him. Kissing his temple, hands massaging thighs, fingers…deep inside of him. Before Izuku could fully make sense of the situation, Katsuki gave a solid thrust inside his lover. 

“Fuck…” Izuku moaned, his head rolling back to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. It was a lazy pace. Easy. Both needing close more than release. 

“Shhhh. I’ve got you.” Katsuki whispered. And he did. He always did.

Closer and closer. Izuku couldn’t keep himself quiet. His hands reached up to pull Katsuki’s face to his. He needed more. More taste. More of him. The kiss was the downfall. It was searing. Desperate.

Izuku tumbled over the edge, a guttural moan releasing from his throat as he released. Katsuki wasn’t far behind. Rocking into his lover, he crashed over that edge with a solid “Fuck.” As he grabbed onto Izuku’s hips for dear life.

The two lay like that. Easy. Together. Pressed and held in the bath. The chronic pain is always there. But Katsuki allowing him the pleasure of forgetting to remember it, if only for a moment.