HL Incorrect Quote #100

*in the Room of Requirement*

MC, bursting in: I finally did it!

Sebastian from the sofa: Did what?

MC, holding up the Field Guide: I finally found all the pages!

Natty, looking up from her book: THAT'S why you've been casting Revelio everywhere?

MC: Yep! And not only that, but I also found all of those Demiguise statues!

Poppy, while petting Highwing: ...is that why you've been taking cat naps all around Hogwarts?

MC: Yep.

Ominis, from a lounge chair: For the record, sleeping on the floors of Hogwarts are not as bad as you would think.

MC: Oh, and I found ALL of the Astronomy tables!

Amit, by a telescope: You did?! I hope it wasn't too dangerous...

MC: Nonsense! I've dealt with a whole lot worse than some mongrels and spiders. This was a piece of cake.

The group:

MC: And don't get me started on those bloody Merlin trials... But I did all 95 of them!

Sebastian, horrified: 95???

MC: Yes! It was not worth the pints of coffee and tea I downed, but I have done it all!

The group:

MC: I need to sleep. *keels over onto lounge*

The group:

Ominis: The more I hear about what MC does, the more concerned I get.

— LOOSE TONGUES —

CHAPTER THREE

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[in the middle of a battle]

Sevika: Will you marry me?

You: I don’t think now’s the best time!

Sevika: Now may be the only time! I love you. I’ve made my choice. What’s yours?

You: JINX!-

Sevika: *visible confusion*

You: *calling over to Jinx* -MARRY US!

Jinx, fighting two people at the same time: I'M A LITTLE BUSY AT THE MOMENT

PIRATE!SEVIKA HEADCANONS

NSFW + SFW

Behind closed doors.

sum: arranged marriage caitlyn kiramman x reader

warnings: this is short but i put my whole pussy into it, reader lowkey has issues, my girl cait does aswell, hardly proofread, INSANE lesbian yearning

you've always appreciated the way the kiramman manor looks at night, after the sun has lulled itself to sleep in orange hues and the moon is reborn - surrounded by black inc and a thousand stars visible through the large windows of you and your shared wife's room, the night-life of piltover with tall buildings and bright lights shown to your tired eyes from linen curtains pulled back.

it distracted you from how your back grew sore from your position of sitting against the headboard, and why you were here in the first place. you gazed down at your resting wife - she's gorgeous, with prussian blue hair fanning over her pillow and framing her face. you're jealous of her peace in her deep state of unconscious sleep the way her comforter is tucked to her chest and the way it rises and falls with every passing breath.

you had been sitting with your busy thoughts for far too long, you could hardly handle yourself anymore. you've never understood the purpose of getting married ever since you first learnt the term as a young girl. to know someone for a few years and finally like them enough to buy expensive rings and voice vowels to one another, which, most of the time, are bullshit.

— CHIVALRY ISN'T DEAD —

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thinking bout how the arcane women kiss… ‹𝟹 ft; vi, caitlyn, sevika, jinx, mel. ⋮ cw: wlw/men dni. little suggestive ig but ultimately sfw. brief mentions of blood. honestly there’s not a lot else. spit? idk

─ SEVIKA × PREGNANT ! READER

- ❝ since i literally killed y'all on the that, here i am, making up to y'all :3 ❞

Sevika barely tolerates strangers on a good day, but now? The first time someone reaches out without asking, you get very uncomfortable, and your wife notices that, of course she does. They nearly get their wrist broken. "You think just ‘cause she’s pregnant, you get to touch her? Fuck off." From then on, she keeps a protective arm around you and in your belly in public, making it very clear that no one is getting too close.

It’s one of the few times Sevika doesn’t argue with you about a decision. When you suggest the name, she just stares at you for a moment before nodding, holding her tears. "Yeah… that fits." Later, you catch her crying when she thinks you’re already asleep.

Sevika has always been protective, especially now, No one dares to even look at you the wrong way. Whether you’re walking through Zaun or just sitting in a bar, she makes it very clear that you’re under her protection. If anyone so much as bumps into you, they get the death glare—and if they don’t back off fast enough, they might end up with bruises. (or dead if she is in a bad mood)

She won’t admit it, but she’s already completely in love with Isha before she’s even born. Late at night, when she thinks you’re sleeping, she rests her hand on your belly and murmurs to her. "You're gonna have the toughest mom, y'know? …Both of ‘em." If you tease her about it, she grumbles and denies it, saying that the "hormones" its messing with your head, but you’ve heard her.

Sevika is used to handling injuries, but seeing you sick? That’s something else entirely. She stands there looking furious and helpless, hands clenched into fists. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Kill the sickness?" Eventually, she figures out ways to help—holding your hair back, rubbing your back, bringing you water—but she still curses under her breath every time. (and maybe you even see her shaking a little while she helps you)

Doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as a book—she’s already taking it from you. "Sit down. I got it." If you try to argue, she just raises an eyebrow and waits for you to give up. At this point, she carries everything, from your groceries to your shoes if you so much as look tired.

You catch her late at night, smoothing a hand over the blankets, adjusting a tiny stuffed toy, the same one she used to love when she was a little kid, making sure everything is just right. she wants this space to be perfect because this is where her kid is going to sleep, safe and sound.

She tries to stay calm, really, she does. But the second she hears you groan in pain, cursing even the air, all that composure is gone. She’s barking orders at everyone, pacing, and looking ready to fight time itself if it means getting you through it faster. "What do you mean it takes hours?! The kid’s gotta be ready by now!"

Very Big, calloused hands cradle a tiny, fragile body, and for the first time, Sevika looks completely, utterly undone. She stares down at her daughter like she’s just seen the entire world change. When Isha grabs her finger with the tiniest hand, Sevika actually chokes up, but if you mention it later, she’ll deny it to her grave.

One of her large hands is curled protectively around Isha’s back. you just watch, memorizing the moment, because it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen in your whole life.

Some nights, when she thinks you’re asleep, she sits on the edge of the bed and stares at Isha in her crib. The weight of her past lingers in her eyes—like she’s wondering if she deserves this happiness. But then you reach for her, comforting her, kissing her neck while whispering sweet words in her ears, she exhales, letting herself believe (for a few hours) that maybe she does.

You wish you could say you were surprised, but with Sevika as a mother, it was only a matter of time. It happens so casually—she drops something, mutters “Fuck,” and Isha, sitting in her little chair, immediately parrots it back in a tiny, triumphant voice.

Sevika freezes. You stare at her. She stares at you. Then, after a long pause, she sighs, rubbing a hand over her face. “Honey… isn't my fault, okay? She's the one who...repeat it-"

i will shoot myself

credit

Things i learned from arcane:

Faking your death and fleeting the country is always a valid option

when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”

when andrea gibson said “i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” & when ellen bass said “to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it”

when james baldwin said, “this is why one must say yes to life and embrace it wherever it is found-and it is found in terrible places; nevertheless, there it is;”

when Mary Oliver said “it is a serious thing / just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world”

What's Left Behind

Pairing: Caitvi x reader

Description: After Jinx everything falls apart. Vi disappears, Caitlyn buries herself in her work, and you're left picking up the pieces even when there's nothing left to hold on to.

Warnings: MDNI, heavy angst, emotional neglect?, hurt no comfort

The smoke from the explosion curled and choked the air. Jinx was gone. She slipped away like she always did, leaving nothing but the wreckage, the remnants of a fight that seemed so far away now. The mission, the pursuit, it didn't matter.

You blink, trying to clear the haze swimming around your eyes. Through the veil of smoke, you could see Caitlyn's silhouette as she moved towards the ladder.

And there was Vi. She stood still, her body tense, fists clenched white. Her breaths were sharp, ragged, the sound of them slicing through the silence.

"I keep telling myself you're different. But you're not."

It felt like the world paused, just for a moment. Like the universe was holding its breath with you. You saw it clearly- The space between them had grown, an unspoken tension pulling them apart. The rift widened with every heartbeat, stretching further than you could fix.

"It's her blood in your veins."

Caitlyn hadn't even spared a glance back at Vi. She didn't even seem to care about the words that had just been thrown. You stood there, with your heart hammering in your chest, watching as Vi moved towards Caitlyn.

Just like that, the sound of Caitlyn's rifle hitting Vi rang out. You watched helplessly as Vi stumbled, her body curling in on itself as she fell to her knees. Your breath lodged in your throat as you watched everything come undone in seconds.

"Vi...are you okay?" Your voice came out soft not to scare her, like you were talking to a frightened child and not your girlfriend. But it didn't seem to matter. If she heard you she didn't act like it. "Vi please,"

Her body tensed. She looked at you for the first time, her eyes full of a fire you didn't recognize. Her voice came out sharp, pained, and full of something raw.

"You shouldn't be here."

You spoke again, voice shaking, desperate now. "Vi please- let me help-"

Vi cut you off, her words slicing through the air, laced with anger. "Go. I don't need you here. Just go with her." Her gaze flickered to Caitlyn, still heading up the ladder, and then back to you, her face twisted with betrayal.

Again, you moved closer, your hands reaching out to touch her. In an instant, she shoved you away like the touch burned her skin.

"Just fucking go."

You stood there for a long time, your chest tight, throat burning with the words you couldn't force out. Slowly, you took a step back, fighting the lump in your throat. You glanced at Vi again but she refused to meet your eyes. The rawness in her eyes was killing you. You fought every instinct you had to comfort her. To change her mind. But you knew there was no going back from this.

You couldn't stay.

All the Things I Love about You

You don’t mean to say it out loud.

It’s just one of those days—one where your mind feels cluttered and restless, where the smallest things seem to go wrong, and suddenly, everything feels heavier than it should. You don’t know when it started, but now you’re moving around the room, absentmindedly mumbling under your breath, listing every little thing you don’t like about yourself.

“Too indecisive… get flustered too easily… always messing things up…”

Caitlyn looks up from her book across the room, her gaze sharp and steady as she watches you move. At first, she doesn’t say anything, just quietly observing. But when you sigh and mutter something about being “too much of a burden,” she closes her book with a quiet thud.

“Well, I suppose I should chime in,” she says matter-of-factly.

You blink, turning toward her. “What?”

She stands, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in her blouse, and takes a step closer. “Since we’re listing things, I’d like to add a few of my own.”

Your stomach tightens. “Caitlyn, that’s not—”

She doesn’t let you finish. Instead, she reaches for your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. Her grip is firm but gentle, grounding. “I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about.”

You freeze. “Caitlyn—”

“I love how thoughtful you are, how you notice the smallest details about people and remember them,” she continues, as if you hadn’t spoken. “Like the way you always make my tea just how I like it. Or how you remember which side of the bed I prefer, even though I wouldn’t mind switching.”

Her voice is calm, unwavering, and she’s looking at you so intently that it’s impossible to brush off her words.

“I love how you get excited over the little things—how you squeeze my hand when you see a cat across the street, or how you gasp at the first snowfall of the year, like you’re seeing it for the first time.”

A lump forms in your throat, but she isn’t finished.

“I love how expressive you are. How I can read your thoughts just by watching your face.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you with fond amusement. “Like right now. You’re trying to figure out how to change the subject.”

You let out a small, shaky laugh, dropping your gaze. “Maybe.”

She squeezes your hand before letting go, only to cup your face instead, tilting it back up so you have no choice but to meet her eyes. “I love how much you care, even when you try to downplay it. How you always notice when I’m tired and bring me tea before I even ask. How you listen—really listen—when I talk, even when I ramble.”

You swallow hard, struggling to hold her gaze. “Caitlyn, I…”

She leans in just slightly, pressing her forehead against yours. “I love your laugh,” she murmurs. “I love the way you hum when you’re focused, and how you tilt your head when you’re curious. I love how you always reach for my hand, even when you’re half-asleep. And I love how you try to hide your smile when I’m being too sappy.”

You let out another breathless laugh, one that turns into something closer to a soft sniffle as you blink rapidly. “This is unfair.”

She smiles, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “It’s the truth.”

A few seconds of silence stretch between you, warm and quiet. Then, she whispers, “And I love you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, inhaling slowly before opening them again. “I don’t always feel like I’m worth all that.”

Caitlyn doesn’t hesitate. “You are.”

The certainty in her voice makes something ache deep in your chest.

She tilts your chin up slightly, eyes full of quiet affection. “I don’t care how long it takes for you to believe me. I’ll remind you every time.”

You nod, unable to trust your voice, and she takes it as permission to close the last bit of space between you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

She lingers there for a moment, her lips warm against your skin, before pulling back just enough to press another to your cheek. Then another, slower, against the corner of your mouth, her breath fanning against your lips.

You exhale, tilting toward her instinctively. “You’re really unfair, you know that?”

Caitlyn hums, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Mm. But you’re smiling now.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest refuses to fade. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Do you?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I’m trying.”

Caitlyn’s expression softens even further. “That’s enough.”

She pulls you into a gentle hug, and you let yourself sink into it, letting her warmth chase away the last lingering shadows of doubt.

TERRAPIN;

The evening settles around you like a soft blanket, the kind Caitlyn always drapes over your shoulders when she thinks you’re too cold. The warm glow of the bedside lamp paints the room in amber hues, contrasting with the cooler, bluish light of your phone screen. Caitlyn’s beside you, sitting up against the headboard, one hand holding a book open while the other absentmindedly strokes your hair.

You’re curled up against her side, legs tangled with hers, head resting against her shoulder as you tap away at your game. The soft rustle of pages turning blends with the faint, rhythmic sounds of your gameplay. It’s a comfortable quiet, the kind you’ve come to cherish with her.

"You're frowning," Caitlyn murmurs, her voice gentle, her lips barely brushing your forehead as she speaks.

You huff, still focused on the screen. "This boss is annoying."

She chuckles, low and affectionate. "Is it one of those fights where you’re being stubborn instead of playing smart?"

You lift your head to give her an exaggerated glare, and she meets it with an amused, knowing smile. "You don’t know that," you grumble.

"I do," she teases, shifting slightly so she can kiss the top of your head. "You get that look when you're too deep in your pride to back down."

You sigh dramatically but don’t argue. She’s right, after all. Instead, you let your phone drop onto your stomach and lean further into her warmth. "What’re you reading?"

Caitlyn tilts the book slightly so you can see. "It’s a reread," she says. "One of my comfort books."

You don’t recognize the title, but it doesn’t matter. You like the way she talks about books, the way she gets this quiet reverence when she loves a story. You press your cheek against her shoulder, letting your eyes drift over the words even if you aren’t really following.

"Read to me?" you ask softly.

She hesitates, just for a second. Then, with a slight smile, she shifts the book, her voice slipping into a low, soothing cadence as she begins. You close your eyes, letting her words wash over you, warm and familiar like waves against the shore.

Minutes pass, or maybe longer—you lose track of time in the steady rhythm of her voice and the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath you. When she pauses to turn the page, you take the opportunity to press a kiss against her collarbone.

She hums in approval, the sound vibrating against your lips. "Distracted already?"

"Mm, not my fault," you murmur, pressing another kiss, this time against her jaw. She tilts her head slightly, giving you more room, and you take full advantage, trailing kisses up to the corner of her mouth.

Caitlyn catches your chin between her fingers, tilting your face up to look at her. Her expression is soft, eyes half-lidded with quiet amusement and something deeper, something warm. "You're beautiful."

You grin. "So are you."

Caitlyn sighs, but it's a fond one, her thumb brushing over your lower lip before she finally leans down to kiss you properly. Her lips are soft, slow, unhurried—like she has all the time in the world to savor this. And maybe she does. Maybe you both do.

When she pulls away, she lets her forehead rest against yours for a moment before nudging you lightly. "I thought you were fighting an annoying boss."

You groan, flopping back against her side dramatically. "Ugh, don’t remind me."

She laughs, and you feel it in the way her chest moves against you, the way her fingers tighten slightly in your hair. "Come on," she says, reaching for your phone and placing it back in your hands. "I’ll hold you while you finish. No rage-quitting, though."

You grumble but settle back in, her arms wrapping around you as you refocus on the game. The warmth of her, the steady thrum of her heartbeat, the occasional soft kiss she presses against your temple—it all makes the fight a little easier, the loss a little less frustrating.

And when you finally win, she praises you like you’ve just conquered something monumental, her voice full of pride, her hands cupping your face as she kisses you again.

"See?" she murmurs against your lips. "Told you you’d get it."

You sigh contentedly, letting your phone slip from your fingers as you curl into her once more. "You’re so smug."

"I’m always right," Caitlyn corrects playfully, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you.

You roll your eyes but don't argue. Instead, you nestle closer, pressing your face against the crook of her neck. "Read to me again?"

Caitlyn smiles against your hair, her voice softer this time, carrying you both into the kind of quiet that lingers, warm and safe and full of love.