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I kept saying war paint. But it is, of course to begin, the paint from when they played together.

So, her putting her stripes back on does not only mean accepting Powder, it means accepting the person involved in the memories.

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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.”

Watching Arcane is torture. Rewatching it is especially cruel.

But the realisation that as Ekko jumps into battle, we get more confirmation that Jinx's cloak is one of the sheets she put up in her lair for Isha, and that the first lyrics to Come Play are 'you're not alone' symbolising yet again that she's got both of them at her back in this fight....

Just hand me the shovel. I'll dig my own grave

"Ekko would have never loved Jinx, as much as he did Powder"

See this is where you're wrong.

He loves her.

It didn't matter if she was Jinx or Powder...he never stopped loving her...no matter how many times he tried to convince himself otherwise.

No matter how many times they were on opposite sides.

Even though he gave up on her....

He would always love her.

A headcanon I'm set on is that the second Powder was pried off of Vi's body in the apartment, she immediately latched onto Mylo. Mylo who's barely able to hold himself together as is.

Claggor was more than likely the one to step up to fill Vi's role and keep everyone together. That must've been so much weight on his shoulders.

I wonder what the world looks like with all of them in it.

AMBESSA YOU LEAVE THAT LITTLE CHILD ALONE

oh, that explains a lot.

it especially explains why I felt like ma meilleure ennemie was so specifically about ekko and jinx's relationship and their feelings for each other, yet it didn't feel like "let's explain everything that happens" type of song, it's more about exploring what went and still goes on between them behind the scenes, exploring what we don't get a chance to see.

it's like connecting the dots, in a good way, like you see the full picture after you complete the puzzle.

anyway, stromae is a genius and I am, as always, right this makes me wanna scream even more about "pretend like it's the first time" and how great it is.

every time someone comments “but lux—” on a ticktock edit of ekko and jinx, an angel punches that person in the face.