It's not blue yet [TIMEBOMB]

It's not blue yet [TIMEBOMB]

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Ekko, Vi and Caitlyn wake up in a strange room with no idea where they are, which is weird but even weirder is that their dead family is in front of them. People from the past must team up with those from the future/present to save a very special person. ------- Or, where everyone sees scenes (which will be canon scenes or non-canon) (Basically my own AU) from Jinx's life. Or the reaction fic that this ship was missing :) ------- This fic is already published on my AO3 account pink_muffin
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Baby Blue

"Why weren't you together in the first place?" "Oh fuck's sake." he rolled his eyes, patience running thin "We're not together that often." After a rather turbulent past, Jinx and Ekko find their way to each other again. Joined at the hip, except- there's this weird tension in the room whenever they're close, which is a bit of an issue, considering they're roommates. Now, it's going to take a lot more restraint to not slip up, because she doesn't think she's good enough, and he seems determined to prove her wrong and save her. Attention, fame- it seems to chase them, more people get involved, feelings grow and hearts are bound to break as their almost possessive, damn near unhealthy dynamic, is tested. She can't be good for him, that much is clear, so why the hell can't he seem to keep his hands away from her? And why the hell, is there a tiny kid sitting on his living room couch? Now, they're more intertwined than ever. Everywhere he turns, he's engulfed in blue- her essence, taunting, luring him in. The siren's call is irresistible. She's chaos and trouble, and fuck.. he craves the thrill. Ao3 book link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/64616692/chapters/165974797

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