Inspired By @witchlingcirce

FUCK these ship wars, at the end of the day both of the sisters found someone who loves and supports them unconditionally

i’m crying i love them 🥹

MY SHAYLAAA 😭🙏

You should all watch the new timebomb music video and share my insanity, let’s all go crazy together ^v^

Jude in fanon: ☠️🔪👺👹⛓️🖤

Jude in canon: 🔪🥰🥺❤️👑

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Cardan in fanon: ❤️🥰😉😏😍🤪😜🥺

Cardan in canon ☠️👺👹😈⛓️🖤😉😏

Waking up beside you

So I was thinking about this small one-shot with Suren and Oak for some time because there is very little writing we have about them and I wanted to contribute both to the fandom and to the ship itself. Even though I love Cardan and Jude (read my works about them) I loved the dynamics of Oak and Suren and I want to read about them so guys please write about them. Also I’m writing a smut about them 😉

You already know my English is not the best, but I try. 

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. But it wasn’t this that made the prince wake, in fact for him it was hard to fall asleep alongside the beautiful queen of winter, so he spent almost the time looking at her features, her cheeks that were flustered because of their previous actions. 

A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, she looked almost ethereal, even here, in the mundanity of an apartment in the human world. 

He trailed his fingers along her exposed back, not to wake her but simply because he couldn’t help himself, but his thin rings cold against her hot skin, making her stir in her sleep and wake. 

A soft hum escaped her lips as she blinked sleepily up at him “Morning.” 

“Morning,” he echoed, his grin deepening. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know

When she rolled her body to face him, he had a wild smile on his face “What?” Wren’s flustered face and furrowed brow made him grin even wider.

“Nothing, just admiring you,” he murmured, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on her skin, making her sigh. “My fallen queen.”

She scoffed lightly, shifting under the sheets. “You’re always so poetic.”

“Am I?” Oak propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a lazy smirk. “You should be grateful. Not everyone gets to wake up to such flattery.”

Wren rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Lucky me.”

Oak trailed his fingers along her arm absentmindedly. “What were you dreaming about? You had this little frown.”

She hesitated for a moment. “I think it had something to do with… oh, you’re going to laugh.”

“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “But tell me anyway.”

She sighed defeated but joyful as she remembered “Fine. I dreamt that you turned into a fox.”

Oak blinked. Then burst into laughter. “A fox? Was I at least a beautiful one?”

Wren smirked, poking his chest. “Oh, you were very fluffy and… clever. Too clever. You kept charming people left and right, leading them in circles, making them do your bidding with just a glance.”

Oak grinned, pleased. “Sounds about right.”

She playfully shoved him, and he caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Would you have kept me?” he asked.

Wren pretended to consider. “I don’t know… You were particularly mischievous. Always stealing things, vanishing when I needed you, only to reappear smugly.”

“I’d make an excellent fox,” he mused. “A regal one. Like a prince of foxes.”

“Oh, sure,” she teased. “Prince of stolen trinkets and smug grins.”

“Exactly.” He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

She hummed against his lips before pulling back. “Debatable.”

Oak lowered his head and started kissing her shoulder making her groan but didn’t pull away, and he took that as encouragement, continuing his slow assault of lazy kisses along her arm. 

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of each other, until the quiet of the apartment broke with the sound of jingling keys and the front door opening. The distinct noises of voices filled the space. 

Wren bolted upright. “Someone’s here.”

Oak could hear the laughter of Vivi and Heather, the sound of Taryn scolding Leander, who was laughing hysterically, and Jude snapping at Cardan for some insufferable joke he must have made.

The prince, still stretched out and very much unclothed, barely spared a glance toward the door. “Mm. Probably just Vivi.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she hissed, already scrambling to find her scattered clothes. “We’re naked, Oak.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, amusement clear in his gaze. “Are we? I hadn’t noticed.”

She shot him a glare, tugging an oversized hoodie over her head. Oak, however, remained unfazed, watching her struggle with lazy amusement.

Just as she was about to yank on her jeans, he caught her wrist and pulled her toward him.

“What are you doing?” she murmured, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time, my sweet fairy.” Oak placed more kisses on her cheeks, jaw, and neck, making her falter.

She groaned but didn’t pull away, surrendering to his touch for just a moment before snapping out of it. “Oak, seriously, we need to get dressed.”

After a long session of stolen kisses, they finally got dressed and made their way into the living room. As expected, they weren’t alone anymore. Jude, Madoc, and Leander stood in the center of the room, shopping bags in hand. Leander was proudly holding up a new board game while Madoc and Jude bickered over something trivial. It was an oddly domestic scene.

Jude turned first, her sharp gaze flickering between Wren’s rumpled hoodie and Oak’s infuriatingly smug expression. A slow smirk spread across her lips.

“Did we interrupt something?” she asked, her tone far too amused.

Wren turned red. “No.”

Oak, however, slung an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe.”

Vivi, looking genuinely surprised, stepped forward and hugged Oak. “Finally awake you two” Her gaze shifted to Wren, friendlier than Jude’s scrutinizing stare.

“Well, that must have been quite a night?” Cardan questioned, receiving a displeased look from his wife. “And so silent.”

Oak just grinned at the implications of his uncle’s words and looked at Wren, who was visibly nervous, but as soon as his hand found hers, she seemed to relax. He led her toward the sofa, settling beside Leander and gesturing toward the board game.

“So, what did you buy at the mall?” he asked, effortlessly shifting the conversation.

Leander beamed. “Something amazing. And I’m going to destroy you all.”

Oak smirked, exchanging a glance with Wren. She was still flustered, but he could see the beginnings of a smile at the corner of her lips.

“Well then,” he said, dropping onto the couch, “let the games begin.”

Fake ass idgafer I SAW YOU YEARNING!

"Jinx doesn't love Ekko" My ass. My babygirl is a self deprecating certified yearner who thinks if she'll jinx Ekko like she did her family if she let's him close.

When you bully your younger sibling 😂

When somebody else bullies your younger sibling 😠

me if i was living in zaun and trying to figure out if it was sevika or the enforcers knocking at my door

and here's part 2! the brain rot was so strong i had to draw post-canon part 1

Timebomb is real, any other ship about them doesn't make sense when they have so much depth and such a beautiful history together.

I'll die on this take ✋🏽

I love that Ma Meilleure Ennemie plays during the Ekko/Powder dance, because that song is about Ekko and Jinx.

That dance is Ekko coming to terms with the fact that regardless of what name she goes by, regardless of all the pain they can cause each other in the wrong circumstances, he still loves her.

It's why the first thing he does after the dance is lament that he gave up on Jinx, and why Powder tells him that she has never seen him give up on anything.

It's also why when he gets back to Jinx, he makes the conscious choice of calling her Jinx instead of Powder.

Because he loves her, he never stopped loving her, he just stopped believing there was still good in her. But now, he chooses to believe in her, and it's that belief that gives Jinx the strength to walk off that ledge and to give life one more chance.