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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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Ok, hear me out... Sevika×Stripclub owner

Imagine Sevika got dragged into going to the club with a couple of co-workers one night.

The music is bopping, the lights are moody yet energetic, and there are dancers everywhere. Cigars, snazzy drinks, glitz and glam, just the works. But the only person who caught her eye was the peeved owner talking numbers with an investor over at the bar.

I'm sorry if this is weird. Thank you!!!

gonna change this just a bit and make reader the club mom (basically the person who takes care of the strippers, provides dinner, supplies, makes sure nobody steals their cash while they're working, breaks up fights, helps them with hair/makeup etc. etc.) just because i know more about it than club owning-- i used to watch club mom vlogs lmaooo

men and minors dni

crystal comes running into the back room, a panicked look in her eye. you glance up from cherry's nails to look at her.

"what's goin' on crys?" you ask. crystal runs to her locker.

"silco and his crew just came in! i gotta put on something sexier... these fucks got big fuckin' money!" she explains as she strips out of her bikini top. you raise an eyebrow.

"oh yeah?" you ask, returning your focus to cherry's signature red nails.

"you got any nipple pasties for sale?" she asks. you nod and wave her over.

"blow on these for a sec." you say to cherry. she nods, holding her nails up to her mouth, and you grab your duffel bag, hoisting it up onto the table and rifling through it.

"got some bedazzled ones, a few hearts of different colors, then the normal black and flesh colored ones." you say.

"oooh, sparkles! and i can wear my glittery thong with 'em!" cherry says. you chuckle, pulling out a pair of matching pasties for her and handing them over. "thanks, mom, i'll pay you back tonight!" she says, running back to the mirrors lining the walls to put her new outfit on.

cherry snorts across from you. "what?" you ask her as you return to coating her nails.

"you got no fucking clue who silco is, do you?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.

"it's not my job to care about customers, it's my job to care about you guys." you say. "who is he?" you ask.

"some shimmer dealer. he's gay, he just comes to ogle the bouncers, but he's got a big crew who love the girls-- he brings 'em all in after successful raids and stuff. they're all big spenders. 'specially his number two." cherry explains. you curse as you accidentally get some polish on her skin, reaching for a cotton ball and some remover.

"who's his number two?" you ask as you fix your mistake. cherry reaches into your duffel to grab a piece of gum, and you glare at her. she winks at you.

"sevika." she says around a mouthful. "she's popular at babette's too." cherry says. you nod.

"well, your nails are all done-- ready for sevika." you say. cherry giggles.

"thanks mom." she says, kissing your cheek before she saunters out onto the floor.

you groan, stretching and working the kinks out of your neck before you leave the locker room to do a lap around the club.

it's much more lively than it was thirty minutes ago, and you can easily identify silco sitting at the bar, cringing as three of your girls try to flirt with him to get him to buy a dance. you chuckle, approaching star to whisper in her ear.

"easy on 'im, he doesn't swing your way." you murmur. star snorts, then giggles and repeats your message to candy and shelly.

you watch as they all chuckle awkwardly at silco and wave him goodbye, and he seems beyond relieved to watch them walk away, his gaze wandering over to look at jimmy standing behind the stage, glaring at the patrons who get a little too close to kelli where she swings on the pole. you chuckle, and continue your round.

"how's it goin' mom?" trinity asks from behind the bar. you shrug.

"pretty good, how's it goin' out here?" you ask. trinity sighs.

"silco's goons always drink us dry. good for tips, but i'm gonna be exhausted by the end of the night." she says. you hum.

"did you get some dinner?" you ask. trinity rolls her eyes at you, smiling.

"yes, mom." she says. you nod.

"good. come get me if you need a break, i can take over the bar for a few minutes if you need a second to yourself." you say. trinity smiles.

"thanks mom, love you!" she calls after you.

you chuckle and roll your eyes.

just as you're about to return to your perch in the locker rooms, a scuffle breaks out.

frosty and buttercup are fighting over patron, smacking and pulling at eachother's hair. you groan and run over to get between them, hooking an arm around buttercup's waist and pulling her away from frosty.

"this bitch was takin' my money, mom!" buttercup screams.

"i was not, i was here first!" frosty cries.

the woman on the chair between them holds up her hands in a placating gesture. "i got enough for both of you, relax!" she cries. she goes ignored as buttercup lunges at frosty again.

"she pulled my hair outta my head, and she broke two of my fuckin' nails, she owes me!"

"stupid bitch, we all know those are extensions!"

"oh my fucking god, shut up!" you cry.

the girls both stop yelling, huffing and puffing in anger. you take a second to clear your head, then look at the woman still sitting in the lounge chair beneath you. she looks shocked.

"who was here first?" you ask. she points at frosty. "did you buy a dance from her?" you ask.

"n-no ma'am." she says. you sigh.

"who'd you give money to?" the woman points at buttercup.

"and that bitch tried to steal it from me when i wasn't looking!"

"'cause you keep trying to steal my customers!" frosty cries.

you look at frosty and hold your palm out. "give it." you say.

frosty gasps. "mom, come on!" she cries.

"just give me the fuckin' money frosty." you plea. frosty rolls her eyes then pulls the folded bull from between her tits, smacking it in your open palm. you sigh. "thank you." you say. she just rolls her eyes and turns on her heel, stomping off to find a new customer. you turn to look at buttercup.

"you've gotta stop provoking her." you say. buttercup shrugs.

"she shouldn't've fucked my man." she says. you groan.

"you shouldn't've been with jimmy in the first fuckin' place! you know he's a slut!" you say. buttercup groans.

"am i gettin' my money or what?" she asks. you shake your head.

"no, fuck off. go find someone else." you say. buttercup scoffs and turns on her heel, storming in the opposite direction of frosty. you take a deep breath, then look at the woman sitting in front of you.

"here." you say, handing her her cash. she takes it, blinking up at you with wide eyes. "sorry about that. tell trinity at the bar there that mom says you get free drinks for the night. she'll take care of you." you say to the woman. she looks over her shoulder at the bar and then back at you.

"y-you're her mom?" she asks. you laugh.

"fuck no, shit, do i look that old?" you ask, looking down at yourself.

you're in your usual get up, a bedazzled black velour tracksuit one of the girls gifted you for your birthday and a club t-shirt beneath it. the woman in front of you chuckles and shakes her head.

"no, you look fuckin' amazing, i was gonna be shocked if you said yes. why do they call you mom?" she asks. you laugh.

"i'm the club mom. i take care of the girls, break up fights the bouncers are too scared to get between." you joke. the woman in front of you laughs.

"that makes more sense. i'm sevika." she says, reaching her hand out for you to take. you shake it.

"oooh, i've heard about you. big spender, huh?" you ask. sevika laughs and shrugs again.

"yeah, i... i've been trying to cut back a bit." she says. "thinkin' about settling down." you laugh.

"you're in the wrong place for that." you say. she laughs and nods. "well, have a good night." you say, waving over your shoulder as you walk back to the locker rooms.

trinity takes you up on your offer a few hours later, tapping out for fifteen minutes to lay down in the back while you mix up drinks for her behind the bar.

sevika comes to visit you as you work.

"single mom and a bartender, huh?" she asks. you roll you eyes and snort at her joke.

"what're you having?" you ask. she shrugs.

"whiskey, neat."

you quickly pour her a glass of whiskey from the top shelf. as you hand it to her she grins.

"top shelf, huh?" she asks. you shrug.

"it's an apology for my girls." you say. "hope tonight's scuffle won't affect your impression of the club."

"are you kidding? it was hot as fuck!" she says. you laugh.

"yeah, i guess it was a pretty good show for you huh? tits swinging in your face while they were throwing punches."

"no, fuck no, i wasn't talkin' about them, i was talkin' about you." sevika says. you freeze.

"me?" you ask. sevika grins.

"fuck yes. you jumped right between 'em-- even with their claws flyin'-- threw that one girl halfway across the club too."

you laugh. "i barely moved her a foot." you say. sevika shrugs.

"'m just sayin'. gotta break up a lotta fights at silco's bar, but i've never broken up a catfight. girls are scary when they get the claws out-- they don't fight like guys. they go straight for the weak spots-- hair, eyes, throats. best to leave 'em til they fizzle out. you didn't though. jumped right in-- broke it up in half a minute."

you scoff. "fuck off." you say, shaking your head. sevika smiles at you from across the bar.

"you don't believe me?"

"that you found me, the fully clothed woman, more attractive than the naked girls fighting for your attention? no, i don't." you say, laughing. sevika just smirks.

"i've had plenty of naked girls fighting for my attention." she says. you snort.

"i'm sure."

"never seen a girl with balls like yours, though." she says.

you consider her for a moment. she's grinning, a sparkle in her eye as she looks you up and down, biting her lip between her teeth.

trinity finds you to take over before you can do much more talking with sevika.

it's probably for the best. she's your type, sure, but you doubt she was serious about all that 'settle down' bullshit.

the night goes by relatively smoothly after that. there's a few broken nails you glue back together, a few wardrobe malfunctions, a couple of spats you have to break up, but nothing like buttercup and frosty's.

as you're helping the girls count and band their earnings for the night, cherry finds you again, sitting by your side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"what's wrong with you?" you ask.

"am i gettin' old?" she asks. you look over at her to scoff. cherry's barely a year younger than you.

"you better not be, because that means i'm gettin' old."

cherry laughs. "am i ugly? getting fat?" she asks. you gawk at her.

"fuck is goin' on with you?" you ask your redheaded friend. she shrugs.

"sevika barely looked at me tonight. i'm usually her favorite." she says.

"no shit, really? she didn't buy any dances from me tonight, either." star says from where she's changing into her sweats.

"you guys talkin' about sevika?" shelly asks as she enters the locker room. star nods. "my sister works at babette's. hasn't seen sevika in weeks. asked her about it tonight, she says she's cutting back."

"who sevika?" mandy asks. you all nod. "she didn't spend a fuckin' cent tonight. bitch."

the girls laugh, and you shake your head in faux admonishment.

by the time you're clocking out, you're exhausted. you groan as you step into the back alley, a joint between your lips, patting down your pockets in search for your lighter.

"there you are, mom." sevika says, shrouded in shadow.

you jump and whip around to glare at her. she chuckles. "sorry. need a light?" she offers. you sigh, leaning against the wall as sevika reaches forward and sparks her lighter at the end of your joint, before leaning against the wall beside you.

"you just lurk in alleys for fun?" you ask.

"nah. i asked one of the girls where i could find you after work. wanted to talk to you some more." she says. you chuckle.

"talk about what? how you spent the whole night loitering? not paying my girls?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"i told you i was trying to cut back."

"why the fuck would you come to a strip club, then?" you ask. she groans.

"silco insists we all come. team bonding, or some shit." she says. you laugh.

"it's common courtesy to tip your favorite girls if you spend the night in the club, even if you didn't buy a dance." you say. she nods.

"i know." she says. "i was planning on it, but kinda got distracted." she says.

"with the fight?" you ask, cringing as you remember the way buttercup and frosty acted earlier in the evening.

"no, with you." she says. your eyes snap up to look at sevika. she shrugs. "you still don't believe me?"

"i-i dunno." you say. she laughs.

"i--" she sighs, looking away from you and rubbing the back of her neck. "fuck this is embarrassing." she mutters. you blink at her as she struggles for her words, and then pass her your joint. "fuck, thank you." she says sincerely as she takes a big hit. she exhales and passes it back to you, then looks at her feet. "i'm-- i had a near death experience a few months ago and it got me thinkin' about my life. i figured i should start-- i dunno, takin' shit more seriously, you know?" she asks. you blink and nod at her.

"sure." you say, nodding.

"so i started cutting back. 'm down to a cigarette a day. try to drink only on weekends. haven't been to babette's in a while. and tonight, i figured i'd let loose a bit-- indulge. it's fucking boring getting your shit together and living healthy and shit. i was really hoping to get wasted and stare at tits all night." she says. you chuckle.

"so why didn't you?" you ask.

sevika blinks at you, a sparkle in her eye. "i met you instead." she says. you raise a skeptical eyebrow at her.

"so?" you ask. she grins.

"so... you're not fuckin' boring at all, are you?" she asks. you laugh.

"i wrangle a buncha girls for a living because i wasn't hot enough to be a stripper myself." you say. sevika chuckles. "when nights are slow, i sit in the back and read. when i'm off work, i sleep and read. i'm boring as shit."

"and yet, for some reason, i wanted to talk to you more than i wanted to stare at tits and get blasted tonight." she says.

you bite your cheek, trying to hold back your smile. sevika grins at you.

"fuck off." you say. she chuckles.

"are you free tomorrow?" she asks. you blink at her.

"for what?"

"a date?" she asks. you blink again.

"you're... serious?" you ask. sevika laughs, reaching up to gently cup your cheek. your stomach flips.

"you're starting to get it." she says, smiling. you blink. "so?" she asks.

"i'm free." you say. sevika grins.

"cool." she says.

"c-cool." you say. sevika's eyes dart down to your lips, and you gulp.

"it would be weird if i tipped you, right?" she asks. you burst into laughter, and sevika's smile widens. "i mean, you were the girl that caught my eye tonight-- it's common courtesy to tip you, right?" she asks, chuckling. you snort, smacking her shoulder.

"fuck off!" you exclaim. sevika giggles.

"so that's a no?" she asks.

"no." you say, shaking your head. "don't tip me."

"hm." sevika pouts. "well... is there any other way i could show you how fucking attractive and alluring i find you before our date?" she asks, her voice husky and low, her eyes pinned to your lips. you stop laughing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"fuck off." you whisper. sevika smiles, and you slowly, slowly lean forward, until your lips are a breath away from sevika's. she shivers.

"please." she whispers. you smile, and then close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against hers. she sighs against you, her free hand coming up to grab your waist, and you shudder, grabbing her shoulders in your hands as you deepen the kiss.

sevika groans against you, stepping closer to you, pinning you to the wall as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. you gasp, and she hums, and the back door to the club slams open.

"mom, do you know where the extra baby wipes-- oh shit!" cherry exclaims.

sevika clears her throat as she steps away from you, and you roll your eyes.

"top shelf in the closet." you say. cherry giggles.

"shit, get it mom!" she exclaims. you sigh, and sevika chuckles. "oh, the girls are gonna love this! hey candy! guess what?" cherry calls over her shoulder as she turns to enter the club again, a giddy grin on her face.

you groan, rolling your eyes. sevika smiles at you.

"so... tomorrow? she asks.

you sigh, then nod. "tomorrow." you agree.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Hey i see that asks are open again. Nice love your stuff. Can i ask for some arcane girls or guys.thinking there s/o left them after there first time but they are just down stairs making them some food or so ? Thanks anyway ❤️

I'm so happy to hear you like my writing. Thanks for the wholesome ask Anon!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Marcus, Jayce, Viktor, Mel x Reader

Tags: mild-smut, developing relationship, morning after, kisses, making breakfast, hugs, neck kisses, shoulder kisses, flirting, teasing, slight dirty talk

A/N: My cooking skills aren't that good but I'd try for these characters.

Jinx is very cuddly in the morning so when she wakes up and finds that you're not there after the amazing night you spent together she's a bit hurt at first. The voices are taunting her about you leaving of course and she's quick to shut them up.

She tries to shrug it off, after all you're not exactly exclusive yet so she can't afford to be too jealous. She throws her clothes and gets ready for the day. When a scent of something burning catches her nose she things she set something on fire over night. However what she finds is you in the kitchen wearing only a shirt and your underwear as you struggle to make breakfast on her fire hazard of a stove.

"Ah there ya are sweet stuff. Almost thought ya left me. That'd be pretty fucking crappy don't ya think? If ya don't wanna be an item just tell me, no need ta sneak out. And trying to burn my place down too? Tryin ta get rid of the evidence or something? Ya... wanted to make me breakfast in bed? And ask me ta be your girlfriend? Oh... I uh... may have jumped the gun a little... I can make it up ta ya with a kiss."

Vi can't lie and say that she was more then disappointed when she woke up to an empty bed. She may be tough on the outside but you managed to break into her heart, so she can't just pretend that it was a one night thing.

After all she took you on quite a few dates before this and thought that the two of you were on the same page about the relationship. Clearly not. She wants to blow off some steam. However just as she pulls her hoodie over her head she hears someone humming. It turns out to be you, back turned to her while making food. Vi grins and sneaks up on you, startling you for a moment as she hugs you to her front and tilts your head to kiss your neck, right over the kisses and bite marks she made last night.

"Morning sweetheart, though you left me but... this is a nice surprise for sure. I had half the mind to march over to your place and give you a piece of my mind for toying with me. Glad I don't have to. Food looks good. Oh and the pancakes too. Hold still, I want to have a little taste, the pancakes can wait. You bet your sweet ass I'll put you on the table, I might be from Zaun but I eat my food at the table."

Caitlyn is surprised to find you gone in the morning. After all you'd have to sneak off through the window and she's pretty sure she would have heard you.

She absolutely wants to have a talk with you about leaving after having sex for the first time. You seemed pretty happy last night and didn't make any move to leave why she fell asleep. She can't think of any reason you'd sneak off. But before she goes to confront you she needs to eat something since she's pretty spent from last night. Caitlyn makes her way into the kitchen only to find you laughing and talking with her dad as you make food for her and the other Kiramman's.

"For a moment I thought you snuck out on me darling. Glad to see that wasn't the case. What are you making? Hm... sounds good. And did you put my dad up to helping you or was he already here? You're learning the secret Kiramman recipes? Well I know we've been doing pretty well but a marriage is going a little too fast don't you think, plus I don't even have a ring for you. A kiss? Sure I can do that for you, but I fully expect you to make this up to me with a date at a later time."

Ekko was a bit glad when he didn't find you in bed the next day. He does enjoy your company but he's part of a rebellion so it might be best for you to keep your distance.

However when he washes up and gets into the kitchen he finds you already sitting at the little table, waiting for him as you divide the breakfast and coffee you made. He's a bit at a loss for words at first because the last thing he expected after a wild night of having sex was for you to have the energy to get up before him and make all this food for the two of you. He's still not sure if you should involve yourself with him so closely but he can't fight the warm feeling in his heart as you motion him to sit down and eat before it gets cold.

"Color me surprised Firefly, you got more stamina than I gave you credit for. Have you been holding out on me last night? No, I'm not complaining about it, couldn't you tell I had fun? Did you... did you run into anyone while getting the ingredients for this? I'm not embarrassed, I just... I'm a little worried for your safety alright? I don't want you to get in trouble because you're associated with me, we're not exactly popular in Zaun at the moment. Yeah I know you can take care of yourself, but you can't stop me from worrying about you, not now or ever."

Silco is used to sleeping alone so getting to fall asleep next to someone for the night was refreshing. He wasn't really expecting you to stay either so he goes about his day when he wakes up.

Upon opening the door however he's met with Jinx who tells him that you're in the kitchen and that you're... not the worst choice for a partner. Confused Silco makes his way to the kitchen where he finds you cooking for three. You see him and forget the food for a moment as you cross the distance between you and give him a big kiss and tell him good morning and you hope he's worked up an appetite since last night. Silco chuckles and is about to kiss you back when Jinx barges in commenting on how gross you're being so early in the morning.

"So uh... darling, I think we should eat, after all you went through all the trouble of making breakfast, it'd be a shame if it went cold. Jinx you be polite, they're a guest. No, not because... nevermind, eat your food. Why are you laughing for? My façade? I have no such thing darling, you've seen all of me from the start. Including last night. Right, sorry, Jinx you eat here, we're gonna take our food upstairs. Come darling. Sorry about her, she's a good kid I promise. No she won't try to kill you. I promise. Hey, wow, what are... oh... I was serious about the food but... I could work up a bit more of an appetite."

Sevika is usually the one to leave, not the other way around. She didn't expect anything from the relationship, after all it was just a one-night stand. At least it was supposed to be.

Sevika takes a quick shower only to come back to the bedroom with you standing there holding a tray of food and wearing nothing but a shirt. She doesn't bother to hide the way her eyes hungerly trail over your mostly naked body. You fidget under her gaze and tell her you wanted to make her breakfast as a thank you for an amazing time last night. Sevika can't help but smirk and lick her lips before she takes the tray, disposes of it on a nearby desk, picks you up and throws you back on the bed, practically tearing your shirt with her metal hand and kissing a way down your neck, shoulders, chest and stomach.

"I appreciate the food sweetcheeks, but if you wanted to thank me you should have waited for me with your legs open. It was a nice gesture though, who knew you were such a romantic. Of course I plan to eat it, you worked so hard on it after all. But first I'm gonna have my fill of you. Huh, why do you want me to wait? You wanna do this again? Take to dinner? I don't really date. You'll bribe me with more food? As in actual food or... this. Hm... well if that's my treat I might think about a date. Now, let me hear you moan for me."

Marcus doesn't have much time for one-night stands so that fact that had one with you was pretty unusual already.

He didn't expect you to say and thought you'd sneak out as soon you as you woke up. Instead however he found you in his small kitchen, laughing and talking with his daughter while she handed you various ingredients for breakfast. Marcus blinked at the sight, half convinced he was dreaming. The scene was just so... domestic, something that he hadn't experienced in a very long time with another person. You broke the spell when you called out to him and whished him good morning, a little awkward as you sat at the table. His daughter was quick to run up to him, take him by the hand and lead him to the table to eat.

"I see you decided to stay a while huh? I don't exactly mind. But we should talk more about this later. Mmm, this isn't bad. Did you help out too Ren? It's very good, yeah. Are they a good friend? Well yes you could say that, they're a very good friend. Isn't that right lovely? Yeah I know I need to get to work soon, but I'll eat this first, it's been a while since I had a meal like this. You can... make it again sometime, if you want."

Jayce is pretty big on cuddles. He's cuddled with you many times but last night was the first time you had sex so of course he looked forward to morning cuddles, only to be sad when he fund you gone.

He sighed, oh well, maybe he misinterpreted your intentions. Last night was fun though he can't deny that much. Gathering his clothes and washing up he finally makes his way downstairs to make himself some breakfast, only to find most of it already made by you. To make things better you're making it while mostly naked, only wearing shorts that don't hide much and one of Jayce's shirts which is a bit big on you. He chuckles at the fast he was worried and offers to help you with the rest of it, but of course he does get more than a bit distracted by your thighs and the fact that you seem to be showing off his bite marks proudly along your neck.

"I'm glad to see you're still here babe. Hah, I was a bit worried yeah, I really like you so, I'd like this to be a reoccurring thing you know. Unless... you were just being polite, in which case forget what I just said. Oh thank gods, I thought I made things really awkward for a moment. Hey, careful with that! You're gonna burn yourself, and we can't have that, I won't have that. You need to pay attention. Oh haha, I might steal a few peaks at you but at least I'm keeping a firm grip. You are too? What do you... oh fuck! Right... right now? What about the food? Haha, you're hungry for something else? That makes two of us actually. Ok, but don't blame me if you can't walk later."

Viktor doesn't sleep with many people and doesn't exactly know what the norm for things like this is. Usually his dates at least wait until the morning to leave so he was a bit baffled that you were already gone.

Just as he was stretching he hears the door opening and sees you carrying two bowls of food. You awkwardly wish him good morning as you walk over to the bed. Viktor brings the blanket around him, a bit self-conscious about him being the only one naked here. You chuckle and give him a quick peck on the lips before offering him the bowl of food. This was certainly different than his previous hook-ups, but he doing that he rather liked this change of pace. The food was delicious too.

"This is quite the surprise darling. I'm not gonna complain about someone as beautiful as you serving me breakfast however, that would be very stupid of me. I am curious however, what prompted you to do this? Just felt like it? Do you always do this for the people you sleep with? Well then I'm glad to hear that I'm special to you. I think you're quite special to me also, and I'd like to explore that further. Are you free tomorrow evening?"

Mel doesn't bring many people to her bed, but those she does bring, she wants them to stay. If Mel brings you to her bed it means she likes you enough to give the relationship a try at least.

So imagine the disappointment when she finds you gone the next morning. Mel is pretty good at reading people so she thought she had your intentions figured out. She was definitely keen on giving you a piece of her mind next time she saw you. Little did she know that the next time would be very soon seeing as you're setting the freshly made food on the table right as she gets down the stairs. It was definitely a pleasant surprise for her. But she did still want to clear the air and make her attentions known in case they weren't clear earlier. She wants to date you.

"Good morning darling, I was looking forward to waking up to you, and yet you seemed to have different ideas hm? Don't get me wrong, I like the gesture, its incredibly sweet of you, but next time I'd appreciate a heads up. Yes, I fully plan on there being a next time. That is, if you'd like that of course, I certainly would. Good, I'm glad we're on the same page. How about we eat this and then go back to bed? I'd hate to let this food go to waste but I was fully ready to cuddle you until noon. And doing a few other things as well, and we're sure to be very energized after this no?"

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abitohoney · 1 year

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Too shy to ask off anon🤭

I love your writing and style and even more so the way you write sevika specifically - I think you have an amazing grasp on her and her character.

I was wondering - if you‘d wanna - if maybe we could get your thoughts on a Housewife!femReaderxSevika …. Sfw, nswf, both, bullet points, dialogue - whatever you feel inspired to give

Just… the thought of doing things for her….and her 👀appreciating…rewarding…being happy….. idk you get why it‘s enticing✨

Aww don't be shy nonny! (Although I'm shy too, so I get it). I hope I'm not scaring you though. I'm so glad you like my writing and the way I characterize Sevika! I enjoy writing her so much, but it means so much more when I hear readers are happy with my writing as well! 🥰

I have to admit, this was a bit challenging for me. I am not the least bit housewife material. I'm the breadwinner in my family, so technically I'm the one who needs a housewife. 😆 But I'll tell you this; for Sevika, I'd wear a damn apron, or even a skimpy maid outfit and heels. I'd cook her fresh meals everyday and clean the house till it shined. I'd even massage her sweaty feet when she comes home from a grueling day of work for Silco. But for anyone else? GTFO!

Anyway, here's some headcannons/imagines below the readmore (came out WAY longer than I intended). Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the ask! ❤️

This contains some NSFW smutty stuff (although not explicit), so MDNI

Sevika is a busy woman, so the last thing she wants to spend her miniscule bit of free time on is housework. So she would be more than happy to have a sweet, cute, doting housewife to come home to every day.

She could have the worst day, but the moment she comes steps through that door and sees you all dolled up and the house sparkly clean (so very unlike anywhere else in Zaun), most- if not all- of that tension just melts away.

Your smile alone could wipe her glum expression clear off her face.

Sevika drags her feet warily through the door to your shared home, shoulders slumped, head hung low, and brows pinched tightly together. It’s been another one of those days. But, before she can even close the door, she glances up to find you running at her full speed, arms spread wide and grinning like a damn idiot. And it’s all for her simply appearing.

“Sevika!” you squeal as you leap into her barely prepared arms. Wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist, you giggle as she stumbles backwards from the sheer force at which you threw yourself at her. That grimace she came in with instantly melts into a soft lopsided grin that only makes you beam more. “I missed you!”

She wraps her arms around your back tighter as she carries you far enough into the house to kick the door shut behind her. “Missed you too baby.” She no more than gets those four words out before you’re peppering her face with kisses. Her throaty chuckle rumbles through where her chest presses to yours. When she’s had her fill of affection, for the moment at least, she slides her hands down to your thighs and gives them a playful squeeze.

“How was your day?” you ask when you pull back to admire her face.

“Doesn’t matter,” she replies as she carries you towards the bedroom.

Brows furrowed, you ask, “Why not?” She usually likes to tell you about her day.

“Because I’m with you now,” she replies and gives you one of her bone-melting little smirks. “It can only get better.”

Sevika loves food, but she has no time or desire to cook it. Not after working grueling hours and dealing with so many insolent people. Before meeting you, she lived off the most bland, unhealthy, overly processed food. Sump waste in a can you so affectionately called it. Not that she disagreed. She just had priorities. And cooking or shopping for ingredients was not one of them. So to have a housewife to do all that for her- that’s a damn dream come true.

Too focused on the array of foods you're cooking on the stove, you don’t hear Sevika coming in through the front door.

The savory aroma hits Sevika the moment she steps past the threshold. She immediately gravitates towards the kitchen, not even bothering to remove her boots. She’s starving and there's nothing more filling and satisfying than one of your home-cooked meals. Sneaking up behind you, she wraps her arms around your waist and leans over your shoulder to inspect what you're making. "Smells delicious," she whispers into your hair before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. “And so does the food.”

You giggle sweetly at her little joke, and revel in her affection and praise. It’s more than enough of a reward for the hard work you put into making her a healthy, hearty, tasty meal to enjoy.

But Sevika rewards you in many other ways as well. Coming home with little gifts. Your favorite flowers, jewelry, chocolates, wine, cute dresses and skirts, and/or lingerie (which may sound more like a gift for herself, but what it leads to is certainly a gift for you. Both of you.) And of course she’ll also use more physical displays of affection to say thanks. She’ll fuck her good little housewife on the kitchen table, the counter, the couch, you name it. She’s gonna make sure you feel real good. If you’ve been extra doting and helpful, she might even let you pick the location and position.

On special occasions, you’ll treat her by wearing a little something… less conventional while you’re cooking. And then she’ll treat you in return.

Donning nothing more than an apron over one of Sevika's recent gifts- a matching pair of skimpy red panties and bra- you rush to set the table before she gets home. Tonight the two of you are celebrating your anniversary, so you’ve prepared her one of her favorite meals. Just as you’re finishing pouring a glass of her favorite spiced rum, you hear the rattle of her keys in the lock of the entry door. You quickly straighten the front of your little white apron and stand beside her chair to patiently wait for her.

She strides in, human hand behind her back, donning a haughty smirk. She eyes the elaborate dinner laid out on your quaint kitchen table, humming in approval. However, the moment her eyes land on your scantily clad figure, that crooked grin of hers gets noticeably more… devious.

“Hi,” you say coyly, unable to contain the excited grin that spreads wide enough to reveal teeth. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you watch as she stalks closer. You remain in your spot while she circles you, and you can feel how her eyes roam over your body, taking in every bit of skin that’s exposed. And there's certainly plenty.

“Hi,” she husks from behind you.

And Janna, her voice is in that sultry, raspy tone that she gets whenever she’s in the mood to take you to bed. Somehow even sexier than her typical voice. You can just imagine what she’s thinking right now. What she's going to want to do to you later. You’re unexpectedly ripped from your thoughts when you feel the startling, cold drag of one of her metal fingers ghosting along your bare thigh, just beneath your ass cheek.

Sevika chuckles at the little squeak and jump that gets out of you. She lets that teasing finger slowly follow the same path beneath your other cheek as she brings her mouth to your ear. “You look… delicious,” she purrs.

Knees threatening to buckle at the sensation of her breath against your ear and those undeniably sexy words, you quickly grasp the back of her chair.

After giving your ass a gentle pat, she moves back to your front side again. “Got you a little something too.” She brings her other hand out from behind her back to reveal a bouquet of red roses.

Your face lights up brighter than a Christmas tree. Taking the bouquet, you bring it to your face, pressing your nose against the soft petals of one of the roses. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, humming as the sweet scent fills you with delight. “Thank you,” you say softly, “They smell so sweet.”

“Not as sweet as you,” Sevika husks as she steps closer. Her gray eyes darken, locking on yours as she gently takes the flowers from your hand and places them on the table.

Your cheeks flush. Both at the compliment and the obvious intentions of her advance. And when she slips her warm hand across your cheek to tilt your head back and pull you in for a kiss, you momentarily forget all about the fancy dinner waiting on the table. Her lips press against yours and you release your grip on the chair to grab the collar of her top in your fists as you return the kiss.

She slips that cool metal hand of hers across your bare waist, leaving behind goosebumps in its wake. Traveling lower, over the curve of your ass, she pulls your body closer. Her other hand skims down your neck, over your shoulder and down your back until it’s gripping your other ass cheek. Gently kneading each one, she runs the tip of her tongue across the line where your lips meet.

More than happy to oblige that silent request, you part your lips to allow her entry. The moment her tongue delves inside, your resulting moan turns into a startled gasp as she bends down to hoist you up by your thighs. You immediately wrap your legs around her waist, arms around her neck. Wide-eyed, you gaze into her stormy gray eyes. They’re dark, hungry and promising.

Sevika carries you to the small kitchen island, plopping you down on the top at the very edge. Her crooked grin grows when you suck in a breath at the cold press of the counter against your mostly bare, but very heated skin. Standing between your spread thighs, she flips the bottom of your apron out of the way.

You move your hands back on the counter to stabilize yourself, bumping into the bottle of whiskey you had gotten out for Sevika to go with dinner.

Dinner!

“S-Sevika,” you stammer, struggling to clear your mind of the dizzying arousal. “W- What about dinner? Aren’t you hungry?

Still smirking, Sevika grabs a nearby stool and takes a seat between the spread of your legs. Running cool and warm hands up the length of the top of your thighs, her eyes drop to your panties. Your very clearly soaked panties. “Famished,” she husks.

“But- but the food- the food will get cold,” you protest weakly as her thumbs slide to the insides of your thighs, dangerously close to the apex.

Her metal thumb pulls aside your underwear and your body shudders as you watch her tongue slip out to drag along her top lip hungrily.

“I want my dessert first tonight.”

Similarly, if she finds you tidying up the house while donning a skimpy little maid outfit (another gift from her of course), she’s going to be awfully eager to reward your hard work. Bonus points if you’re up high on a stepladder, stretching to dust an oh-so-hard-to-reach spot and revealing the tiny, sad excuse for panties beneath your skirt. She’ll stalk over to you quietly. Hungrily. You won’t even know she’s there until you feel the familiar contrast of warm flesh and cold metal fingers smoothing up the back of your exposed legs and beneath your tiny skirt. Worried about ladder safety when she’s feeling you up? Don’t be. She’s got you. Not to mention, you won’t be up there long before she’s carrying you off somewhere to fuck you silly.

Now if you ever want to see Sevika turn to putty at your doing, give that woman a massage after a long day and she’ll simply melt.

Having a drink and/or smoke ready for her too is just the icing on the cake.

Just as you’re finishing tidying up the kitchen, you hear the familiar clop of Sevika’s heavy footfalls heading towards the living room. Though it’s actually considerably earlier than usual, you know she’s had a particularly hard couple of days. Grabbing a fresh cigar from the humidor on the counter, you clip the end and hurriedly make your way into the next room.

Sevika sits on the couch, her back to you, but you can still see just how tense her shoulders are. Coming up to her from the back of the couch, you slip your arms around her neck and bring your face beside hers.

“Hey,” she says gruffly, and you can hear how exhausted she is, but she still brings her human hand up to touch yours affectionately.

Pressing a kiss to her scarred cheek, you bring the cigar to her mouth.

“Thanks, baby,” she says and she takes it between her teeth.

“Another bad day?” you ask as you bend over her to fetch her lighter from the pouch at her side. Flicking it open with a snap of your wrist, you bring it up to her cigar.

She hums in response, eyes staring blankly at the dancing flame. After taking several quick drags, she leans back against the couch and sighs, smoke billowing from her flaring nostrils.

Flicking the lighter closed again, you slip it back into her pouch. You kiss the top of her head, arms still wrapped loosely around her neck as her tired, gray eyes gaze up at you.

“How would you like a massage?” you offer.

Removing the cigar from her mouth momentarily, she replies with an appreciative grin, “I could really use that right now.”

Straightening back up, you grip her shoulders and you can already feel the knots lining her muscles. But the moment you start to work your fingers into them, Sevika is groaning in appreciation.

She lets her eyes flutter shut and her head fall forward as you continue to work her muscles, paying particular attention near the junction of her flesh and prosthetic. Her cigar hangs forgotten between metal fingers, smoke slowly curling into the air and filling your nose with the sweet and spicy scent that always reminds you of her.

You can feel each knot start to melt beneath your fingertips. And see the days worth of stress leave her body as she sighs deeply and her shoulders finally relax.

“That feels good, baby,” she whispers.

Janna, the way her praise makes you smile.

But she enjoys the touch of your soft, delicate hands on more than just her shoulders, neck, and back. A good head massage- whether it be in the bath, shower, or just while she’s lying or sitting around- that will definitely get her motor running.

Sevika sits on the couch, belly full after just finishing the home-cooked meal you’d made for her.

You come up behind her, unannounced, and carefully slip the tie from her hair, watching as the soft, dark strands fall forward around her face like the finest silk. The moment you run your nails across her scalp, she’s all but purring like a house cat. And you can’t help but smile proudly when you watch her toes curl from where they rest on the footstool.

“Oh fuck,” she groans. It’s a full body response when you drag your nails clear from the front all the way down to the back of her neck. From her deep moan to her whole body shuddering and her skin prickling with goosebumps.

When you think you’ve damn near put her to sleep with your ministrations, you bend down to kiss her shoulder. “You awake?” you whisper.

Her gray eyes open just enough to peer up at you. “C’mere,” she husks.

“What? Why?” you ask, unsure of her intentions. But when she lies back on the couch, propping her head up on several pillows, you’re pretty sure you can guess what she has in mind.

“I want to show you just how much I appreciate you, sweetheart,” she replies while you move to the front of the couch beside her. She slips a hand behind your knee and tugs you onto the couch near her head. Her lips curl up at the corner as she watches the apprehension melt from your face only to be replaced by anticipation. Excitement. Both hands behind each of your thighs, she guides you onto your knees on either side of her head. The tiny little skirt you’re wearing gives her a full view of what lies between your legs. Or rather, what doesn’t. And judging by how her lips curl higher and those gray eyes twinkle in amusement, she’s discovered that you were hoping for something tonight.

“Expecting this?” she husks as she slides her hands up the backs of your thighs and your bare ass to lift your skirt up to your waist and tuck it beneath the band, out of the way.

“Not this specifically,” you admit, cheeks flushing in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“You should. You deserve this,” she purrs. And then her tone and expression take a complete turn. Eyes dark with lust, she digs her nails into your ass and tugs. “Now sit.”

She’ll show her appreciation all night if you let her. She’ll have you cumming over and over until you’re so fucked out you can’t see straight, let alone walk. Good luck keeping up with the chores for the next few days.

But the ultimate massage? The one that really drives home just how much Sevika’s perfect housewife loves her? Her feet.

“My feet are fucking killing me,” Sevika groans as she drags her feet through the front door.

“Want me to draw up a nice hot bath for you and massage your feet?” you offer as you take her cloak and hang it up. You drop to your knees and start to untie the laces of her boots.

She stares at you for a moment as if you just offered to bring her the moon. “Baby, that’s- Fuck- Yes.”

You beam up at her, thrilled to have left her struggling for words.

…

The moment Sevika sinks into that warm water, much of her tension rises and fades along with the steam that fills the bathroom. She sighs heavily, eyes drifting shut and scowl slowly fading.

And when you kneel at the opposite end of the tub, where her feet rest just over the edge, you know you’re going to make her feel like the queen she truly is. Proud smile on your face, you take one foot into your hands and start with gentle squeezes.

"You're too good to me, sweetheart," Sevika says with a quiet sigh. She slowly opens her gray eyes, just enough to peer adoringly at her pretty little housewife.

When you start to really work your thumbs into the soles of her feet, she’ll get so worked up you’ll find her clenching her teeth, just trying so damn hard to withhold the appreciative moans that threaten to burst from her chest.

"Fuck! That feels so good, baby," Sevika groans.

After giving both feet equal attention, she lies so limp and boneless in the tub that one could almost mistake that blissed out expression of hers as post orgasmic.

“C’mere baby,” she breathlessly beckons you with a curl of her metal finger.

Obediently, you move to sit on the floor just beside the arm she has draped over the edge.

She slips her metal claws into your hair at the back of your head and pulls you down until your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss.

She truly, and dearly, adores you.

Though she’s normally short on words and not one for chitchat, with you it’s different. Letting her talk to you about her day, asking her questions, showing your genuine interest in her, that really melts that icy exterior of hers.

Though she may not admit it, coming home to lay on the couch with you is something she longs for the most. Those soft, tender moments- be it in companionable silence or a quiet conversation- it’s something she never knew she needed until she’d married you and brought you into her home. Her life. She loves laying her head in your lap while you comb through her hair and listen to her tell you all about her crappy day, or brag about how she beat the shit out of someone, or won at gambling. She trusts you enough to tell you anything. And she loves that you’ll just simply listen and smile down at her with more love than she ever thought she deserved.

“Did you have a nice day for once?” you ask as Sevika flops down on the couch and sneaks her head onto your lap beneath the book you’re holding. Sevika’s gray eyes meet yours when you set your book aside. They’re full of mirth, and match the crooked grin she wears. Clearly she had a good day. Finally.

“Yeah. Took out this dumbass chembarron that’s been trying to overthrow Silco for some time,” she replies as you remove her hair tie. Her smirk grows wider as she continues, “And not only that, I let Silco think I was switching sides myself. Pretty sure he shit his pants when I swung my sword across his desk.” She gazes off in the distance as if reminiscing what had taken place. Turning her attention back to you she adds proudly, “You should have seen it, baby.”

You smile down at her fondly while you comb your fingers through her silky hair. “I bet you were amazing!”

When she comes home super late, she loves that you have everything ready for her in bed. A clean pair of PJs lying at the foot of the bed. The covers pulled back and ready on her side of the bed.

It’s late. Very late. Not that it’s entirely uncommon for her to come home in the wee hours of the night, but tonight you couldn’t quite stay awake long enough to greet her.

Lying in bed, you’re barely roused awake, teetering on consciousness when you hear the front door open then softly shut. Heavy footfalls proceed into the kitchen. The creak of the refrigerator door followed by the click of the stove burner tells you she’s found the meal you’d prepared for her. You smile drowsily to yourself with the knowledge that you were able to provide her with a nice meal to come home to.

Apparently having dozed off again, you stir when you feel the bed shift as Sevika sits to slip on the boxer shorts you left at the foot of the bed for her to sleep in. Somewhere in the back of your sleep-dazed mind you realize she is trying not to disturb you, but she’s just too large and heavy. If you were fully awake, you’d giggle at that fact.

The bed shifts again, this time nearly causing you to roll over as Sevika crawls into bed and scoots closer to you. You remain still, eyes closed, while she presses her naked chest against your bare back. She drapes her metal arm carefully over your waist and pulls you even closer until her large body perfectly melds to yours.

Nose buried in the hair at the back of your head, she takes a deep breath and sighs softly. With your back to her, and the room pitch black, she doesn’t see how all this leaves you absolutely beaming. And not knowing that you’re actually very much awake now, she whispers softly against your hair.

“Thank you, baby.”

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

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oreo-oro-orero · 2 months

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So you guys know how in Across the Spider verse movie there's our Miles and 42 Miles, well since Ekko has at least in old lore met different versions of himself from different timelines what would you guys "42" Ekko be/look like and how would you write them interacting with Vi/Jinx and etc?

I think my "42" would be one that has essentially given up hope. Ekko's big thing is that he sees potential in Zaun despite his shortcomings and always holds onto hope but "42" Ekko would essentially be the inverse of that. He has completely given up on this city and has come to the conclusion that no one in this city deserves even a single second and looks at things from a purely logical and apathetic standpoint. His time obsession will come from his idea that time is the only thing that won't leave him or betray him because Time is an unfeeling constant. For his design I think he would ditch his orange scarf for a white or red one and his face paints also changes from a white hourglass to one painted in red and he wears the tattered remains of his firelight cloak around his waist and he still wears an undershirt and his pants and shoes stay the same but instead of being brown their a grayish color, his left arm is bandaged up due to the burns he sustained when the firelight tree got burned down and his owl mask also has those burns so the white and gold is charred and cracked.

I imagine his interactions with our universe Vi and Jinx would be blunt and almost in a sense bothersome for him. You see in Ekko "42's" universe both VI and Jinx got taken in by Silco so he had to fight the both of them and this leads to losing even more Firelights and eventually the burning of the tree and the death of his parents, this pushes him to kill Vi and soon Jinx so there's also a hint of regret and sadness for what he did and he may actively avoid getting into fights with them. I imagine at one point he says "I don't think I have it in me to kill you guys twice". I know this sounds like a complete edge fest😭but I think it's fun to think about stuff like this but I wanna ask you guys, how would you write a "42" Ekko?

Oh yeah one more note, in "42" Ekko's in his final confrontation with Jinx, she basically confesses that despite all of the things that's happened she still is in love with him and she says "I'm glad it's you" because she's happy he's the one who finally puts her down🥲

#timebomb #ekkojinx #ekko #ekko arcane #arcane au

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insult-2-injury · 2 years

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The Coat Stays On

Happy (late) Birthday @averagecrastinator!! Thank you for being my pal. I simply adore you, so here's some smut! <3

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“Sorry, I’m late,” you say hurriedly as you respond to Silco’s quiet invitation by using your shoulder to ram into his office, your arms busy with a large, tattered wicker laundry basket, “But your laundry service is garbage and unreliable and I had to do it myself.”

“Had to?”

His good eyebrow cocks but he simply watches impassively as you rush in, steadfastly ignoring him, and the pen in his hand stills in its work.

“They never do get the blood out. At least not entirely. And it’s basic stuff, really.” You tumble through your words like mad, a bad habit of yours when you’re overworked and tired- never a particularly fruitful combination for someone who prides themselves on a smart mouth. “It’s like they don’t even know who they work for.”

You stand at the center of the room. “I mean a little hydrogen peroxide and some cold water and they were brand new. And what the fuck did you do, anyway, lop someone’s head off? It was messy.”

“I hardly believe you want the grisly details,” he says, but his gaze is latched onto the wide brim of your collar with a hawklike curiosity. “Anyhow, it sounds to me as if you may have taken on an unnecessary project.”

His tone is sharp and you know exactly what he’s not-so-subtly scolding you for: you always take on too much at once, placing the weight of problems that aren’t yours onto your own shoulders. And your worst crime? He was the one you complained to about it.

But who is he to be upset? Your unapologetic competence is what had him falling for you in the first place. You just did things better.

You scowl and practically toss the basket on the rose-colored chaise, feeling too stubborn today to concede, so you stay quiet.

Silco has that assessing tint to his eyes, trailing down the front of your form, now unobstructed, discerning the overcoat of his that hung just slightly too big off your frame, the shoulders wide, the cuffs of the sleeves reaching down to your knuckles. He’s unmoving, his beautifully mismatched gaze finally raising in question.

“Oh. Yeah. Didn’t have room in the basket so I just threw it on, I can’t believe you wear this thing everywhere, it’s heavy-”

“Did you walk the city wearing that?”

Your breath hitches at the muted strain in his voice, and if you weren’t so highly attuned to the covert undertones of his velvet voice, you’d think he was angry with you. There’s certainly a touch of it, a worried, disappointed bite to his words at the possibility of you having put yourself in danger, but there’s something else there, too, just a tad breathless.

You push on, taking on an air of indifference.

“Only for the short walk from my place,” you say, and with a coy grin, “I wore it with great pride.”

Silco’s gaze darkens at your cheek, depths growing hot amidst the calm sea of his teal eye.

“You should really be more careful, darling.“

His eyes track the movement of the hot shiver that runs down your spine at the purred double entendre, the tiny uptick of his lips tipping his hand, allowing you to see the pleasure he takes in throwing you off guard.

“How long have we been seeing each other, Silco?” you say, savoring the way his eye twitches before you turn to your task.

“Long enough for you to know better than to bother me while I’m working.”

You laugh.

“Awfully rude.”

“Was it? I’m dreadfully sorry.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs affectionately at your lips at just how unapologetic he sounds, and you chance a look, finding both eyes glittering across your figure again, goosebumps erupting across your skin in their wake.

His gaze, darkly delighted, meets yours before the pen begins to move once more and Silco returns to his work.

He’s busy today. And that’s fine.

You pull the coat tighter across yourself, cheek falling onto the soft crimson collar, allowing the comforting scent of fresh laundry to fill your lungs, and along with it, the subtle, fond smell of cinnamon and smoke.

Sighing softly, you grab a white undershirt from the top of the basket, somehow maintaining an unbothered facade as you begin to fold his clothes with practiced ease, placing each gently on the taut, velvet fabric of the chaise.

As much as you enjoy playfully griping at him, you always find yourself wanting to freeze these little domestic moments in time, these sweet, comfortable silences.

You attempt to roll up the gold-trimmed sleeves of his coat, trying to bunch them up at the elbow and frown when they just fall again, impeding your progress. Annoyed, you pop at the buttons of his coat.

“Leave it on,” he snaps suddenly.

You freeze, hands stilling over the second button, and you wait, something devious and excited pirouetting across your chest, a thread of tension now in the air you feel you can reach out and pluck if you so desire.

But he says nothing more.

You’re certain of two things now: one, that Silco quite fancies the sight of you wrapped up in his coat, and two, that you’re going to exploit every second of it.

You move almost stiffly, reaching down to tidy your progress, smoothing your palms across the rich fabric of each of his folded dress shirts gently, terribly slow, as if handling a delicate baby bird, knowing full well he’s watching your actions closely.

You fix the top button of his coat and swipe your hands down it, walking unhurriedly toward his desk, his bladed eyes following you intelligently. You fiddle with the string on the lamp at the corner, knitting your brows together as if deep in thought.

The tips of your fingers trail across the piles of books littered across the surface, examining the titles as if you haven’t hundreds of times already, as if you’re even fractionally interested in the inner, infrastructural workings of Zaun.

You trail the pads of your fingers across the dappled surface before your gaze meets his under the crowns of your eyelashes.

“Silco?”

He hardly reacts, two fingers propping against his temple, the other resting easily on the opposite armrest.

You move around the desk and his thighs part automatically to allow you between, a reflexive, practiced motion. Your palms drop to warm the tops of his legs, thumbs massaging his inner knee affectionately.

“How was your day?” you ask, tone light as a feather, and he looks unimpressed, but you can see, as your gaze drops, the fabric tightening at the front of his pants, the way his skin jumps beneath your teasing touch.

“Hm?”

You lean forward and your hands follow in kind, smoothing up his legs, until your nose is inches from his and your thumbs brush the sensitive, clothed junction between hip and thigh.

Silco remains silent, making no move to touch you, but his eyes are brimming with hard promise as he takes you in up close, tongue pushing against the back of his teeth in thought. With a deceptive gentleness that has heat pooling like liquid gold between your legs, he threads one set of long fingers through your hair, coming to a cradle at the back of your head. Your eyes flutter closed,

“Won’t you kneel for me, sweetheart?”

The rare submissiveness Silco manages to pull out of you never ceases to stun, and his hand remains as you sink readily to your knees, allowing yourself a tender moment to slump against him as he cards through soft strands, tugging delicately through tangles, massaging your scalp. Your cheek rubs coarse fabric as you turn to place a tender kiss to his inner knee, gaze half-lidded as you now peer up at him.

His lax grip tenses into a rigid fist and he holds you there for what feels an eternity, your neck craning backward uncomfortably as he keeps you just on the precipice of real pain, taking in the breathless sight of you knelt there before him, practically whining, that wicked, villainous coat of his pooling around your form. He exhales something ragged before hinging forward, the chair creaking as he closes the distance, devastatingly slow.

“Didn’t I tell you I was working?”

Your voice strains from your position.

“Mmm. Can’t remember.”

You skim your hands once again toward that delicious hardness, gritting your teeth as your hand manages to graze the column of pulsing heat, all while Silco maintains his steely grip, forcing you to reach like a child would a toy on a too tall shelf.

He eyes your struggle for a moment.

“Crimson and gold rather suits you, dear.”

“My two favorite colors,” you say, noting the way his cock twitches under your flat palm. “I’d wear them every day if I could.”

You pant up at him and his eyes flicker across your form, almost as if he can’t decide what to focus on, pupils blowing out wide with every word you speak next.

“I want to wear them everywhere. I don’t care who sees me wear your coat. I don’t care if people know about us, or about the danger of it all. I want everyone-” A sharp moan is torn from your throat as his fingers tighten slightly in your hair, but you continue, breath fanning the loose strands on his forehead that had escaped their careful style. “I want the entire Undercity to know I’m with the Eye of Zaun. That he’s mine.”

Silco snatches your upper arms, hoists you up as if you weigh nothing at all, and your back greets the cool, curling iron of his office window just as his mouth finds yours, pressing punishingly forward.

“Such a tease,” he hisses against your lips, hands holding your face firmly in place so he can devour you, tongue expertly rolling, licking into the cavern of your mouth, chest rumbling almost in frustration as he can’t seem to get enough of you.

“Why you love me-” You barely manage to stutter the words out before he’s back, his hips flexing against yours, sending a pang of delicious heat to your core.

Your hands grip into his vest, pulling him flush against you.

“Maybe so,” he breaks away, eyes wild, enamored by the red wreath of his coat collar encircling your head. The rough pad of his thumb finds your plump lower lip and folds it down.

“Unbutton,” he says, voice rough with command.

“Ask nicely.”

“And here I thought you knew me so well. Unbutton.”

You capture his thumb lightly between your teeth, tongue swirling once before you release. “You first.”

There’s a ruthless twitch of his scarred lip before he tilts forward to drag the blade of his nose across the delicate shell of your ear, warm breath tickling your neck.

“You drape yourself in my bloodied threads only to hide what lies underneath?” His low, coarse voice drops even further into a throaty pitch that travels straight between your legs. “I don’t think so, darling. Un-button.”

He knows he wins this game every time.

Exhaling a shaky breath, you do as he commands, intentionally slowing your movements, normally nimble fingers working at the top button for a long while as he murmurs praises into your ear. He nips at your jaw and you hardly hasten, a heady power washing over you as he pulls back, rapt, to watch you reveal the simple green dress beneath.

Long, sinful fingers play at the hem of the fabric, mid-thigh, before hitching onto the coat, traveling upward teasingly, his thumbs extending to stroke across your collarbone when he reaches it.

”You are striking,” he says, gentle sincerity padding his tone.

A twinkling warmth flares inside your chest and you catch onto his lips in another searing kiss as his grip on the coat moves downward and his thumbs brush alongside. Your mouth pauses on his, and you feel his curling, diabolical grin as he purposefully circles the sensitive skin of your breasts, eliciting a small whine out of you before he relents, dragging digits across the stiff, clothed peaks and quickly inhaling the gasp that follows.

Silco brings his hands around to your back, squeezing the soft flesh there and tugs you further into him, his cock an impossibly hard pressure against your lower belly.

As much as you’d like to take charge, command it was time he unbutton now, you’re too impatient, hands darting out to release him, but before you can he snatches hold of your wrists and drags them upward, placing them on an iron wrought bar, a part of the windows swirling, industrial design.

“Hands to yourself tonight, dear,” he says, folding your fingers carefully around the cold metal above.

“What is it, you wanna fuck me up against the window like this?”

Your intent is to lure, to shatter that patience of his, as stiff and iron as the rail you cling to, but your voice is undeniably ragged with want, and he hears every shuddering hitch of breath.

“In time,” he says simply. His breath fans across your cheek and his hands ghost down to your bare thighs, using ungodly long fingers to drag the hem of your dress up until your panties are exposed.

“But first,” he drags two fingers through the crease between your thighs, pausing to press into the soaking wetness collecting through the fabric covering your pulsing core. You may like to push at every turn, but you bow now to his command, gripping your fingers tighter around the bar above, nails digging into your palms. “I wanted to see just how hot it makes you, wearing my clothes like this.”

You thrash and release a pathetic, broken cry as he flips his wrist upward, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit.

He hums.

“I did have my suspicions.”

“Judging by the tent in your pants,” you gasp once you catch your breath, “I’m not entirely alone in this.”

He chuckles darkly, moving your panties to the side so he can dip two fingers into your drenched heat, alternating between brushing touches to your entrance and lazy circles around your aching bud as he observes your reactions to him.

You’re in distress, pushing your hips desperately to grind against his hand, but he stays in a relaxed rhythm, keeping his touches featherlight.

You groan in frustration and it’s only when your head thunks against the glass in submission when he pushes in just barely, and you clench around what little he offers, just one knuckle deep.

“Wearing it, does it make you feel powerful?”

Your answer is a clenched jaw.

Silco’s lips twitch and his fingers begin to pull out.

“Yes, yes, yes. It does. It does,” you whine and his lips find the delicate skin of your neck, pressing a tender kiss to your pounding pulse point.

“Makes me feel,” your brows knit together, eyes falling closed as he presses those two fingers into you approvingly, starting out an excruciatingly slow rhythm. “Makes me feel-”

His forehead presses against yours as he plunges deeper and swipes your clit with a rough digit, your words cutting short in a strangled cry.

“What’s that?”

Oh, he is such an ass sometimes. You fight through the thick cloud of lust and open your eyes, staring dazedly at the space between his brows.

“Makes me feel good. S-strong, even. In con-control. Ngh.”

He’s pumping faster now, thumbing that bundle of nerves with fervor and sending you into a near delirium at the pleasure of it all. Your arms tremble from the grip you maintain on the bar above you, everything in you wanting to run fingers through his hair, but knowing he’s always made your patience worth the while. His forehead pushes further into yours and it’s like he wants to fuse his body entirely with yours.

You continue.

“Like I’m about to get f-fucked by the most powerful man in the Undercity.”

“Stay still for me, darling,” he says, beginning a slow descent down your body, and you brace yourself in realization, legs trembling at the sight of the Eye of Zaun coming to a kneel before you, hooked thumbs dragging your panties down to your ankles as he does.

“Oh, you really are a wicked thing. Knew exactly what you were doing walking in here wearing this,” he says as he works you, his bladed nose pressing into the skin just above your clit, sending little puffs of air across the sensitive nub as he speaks. “My clever, beautiful girl. And so good to me. So. Good.” He emphasizes with a particularly devastating hook of his fingers that has you seeing stars, a shockwave of pleasure stoking the fires of an incoming climax.

Your voice is hoarse and pleading as he increases pace, as you approach release.

“I want to touch you.”

“You won’t,” he instructs simply and you stifle a sob.

Which turns into a choked hiccup as Silco burrows forward, tongue sliding impossibly hot and wet between the folds of your cunt, circling lazily around your clit before lapping at your weeping entrance, pushing the muscle as far as he can inside you.

You’re a moaning mess of writhing limbs, arms trembling uncontrollably, legs valiantly fighting the urge to squeeze his head between them, sweat beading at your brow as your climax approaches.

Silco drags the heat from your entrance to round your bud again before replacing his tongue with three fingers this time, pumping out a perfect, curling rhythm.

“Cum, sweetheart,” you hear him say through the blinding hot tension.

Your eyes squeeze shut and his soft lips find your clit and with a gentle suck and the teasing fluttering of his tongue, you shatter.

You don’t have control over the way you cry out, shoving back against the glass behind you with the overwhelming intensity, or the way your hands fall from the bar to bury in his hair, how you reactively grind against his face. But he never minds, a hum of pleasure vibrating from his throat as he pulls every last drop of pleasure from you.

The last whimpers wrench from your throat and before the dots in your vision even fade, you’re stumbling mad, stomping in an effort to rid yourself of the panties around your ankles, kicking off your shoes as well.

Silco stands unhurriedly, holding your gaze as he licks the remnants of your release from his fingers.

“I believe I said no touching.”

You mumble under your breath, legs jello as you grab the armrests of his chair, dragging it to the window.

“What is it exactly that you’re-”

“I love you,” you cut him off, railroading his surprised form until you’re shoving him into the waiting chair, crawling on top of him, your thighs spreading wide, bare pussy cold to the air, coat settling over his covered thighs. “I love you.”

You grab the lapels of his coat and pull him into a kiss, deep and savoring, tasting the bitter tang of yourself on his lips. He relaxes into your touch and you tighten your thighs around him, cradle his face, press further into his mouth and your chest tightens as it always does, at the knowledge that you’re the only one who can do this. The only touch that can make the King of Zaun melt as he does now, arms encircling your waist, grinding you against his front.

“I’m yours,” you say, working at the stubborn buttons of his pants and he doesn’t stop you this time, his eyes moving savagely across your face, hands working alongside your wriggling hips to untangle the dress from under your legs.

“I’m yours,” you repeat, taking him into your hand and pressing your forehead to his, stroking him once, twice.

“And I yours.”

His voice is gravel, tattered and ancient and released from the most primal depths of his chest.

You curve forward, allowing him a view over your shoulder of his Kingdom, the one he rules with an iron fist, you by his side. You kiss along his bladed jaw, before your mouth presses hotly to his ear, hardly able to catch your breath through the desperate, fresh bout of arousal that’s sunk its claws into you.

“Fuck me. I’m yours.”

A groan, short and harsh, is released from his chest in a rattling exhale at your words, his jaw dropping open just slightly as you move your hips against him. His hands roam every inch of your body, traveling up and down your spine, tracing the outline of your breasts, before falling to your hips.

He pulls you further into him, your face pressing softly against the cushion of the chair, and you know him, you know the heady power he feels with you clasped in his arms like this, looking out over the city he built from the ground up. Reaching down, you grasp his cock to align him with your entrance before lowering yourself down slowly.

“I want them to know,” you whisper, “It’s time they know.”

A growl tears from between his teeth and you hiss, and he is pensive no longer, hand snatching the back of your neck to pull you out from where you hide. He snaps his hips upward, filling you to the hilt, and watches a divine pleasure cross your face as you cry out, loud and sharp.

“Let them know, then.”

And you don’t hold back, allowing him to hear every yelp, every tattered moan that he unleashes from you as he fucks up into you.

“Janna, you’re perfect,” he grits, one hand gripping your hip, the other encircling your throat lightly, holding you there so he can spectate. “Perfect.”

And it becomes almost a breathless, brutal chant as he pumps his desperate need for you into your pussy like he’s in a close race for first place.

A second release is torn from you as you ride him, rising up swiftly enough that your jaw drops in surprise, noiseless as you’re crushed by powerful waves of bliss. You spasm around him, legs quaking like fury and it isn’t long before he reaches his own peak with a jagged groan, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he slams you down to the hilt, spilling himself inside you as you claw at the front of his shirt.

You don’t know how long you sit there boneless, slumped against him as he softens inside you, his hand carding through your hair again, dampened with sweat. Closing your eyes, you mumble lazily into his ear.

“Hey.”

You not so much see but feel the tired, amused smirk on his face as he answers.

“Hm?”

“Can every day be laundry day?”

<3 <3 <3

If you liked this piece, please check out my other works! My master list is here. I survive off your reblogs and comments, and I would love to hear what you think! AO3 Link if you want to toss me some kudos there!

Thank you @x-amount-verbs for tolerating my chaotic timelines and helping me edit super last minute, as always (be honest, you wouldn't have me any other way).

This was taking a different, less dommy turn before my brain derailed and started a mad sprint toward what I know best. So, Cras, I hope I delivered a healthy amount of 'domesticity' and if I didn't, well I just hope I delivered something. Happy birthday, darling!

Stay unhinged,

Sulty <3

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lullabyes22-blog · 3 months

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So, unexpected magic happened and Silko found himself in his young body for exactly a month (the same time when he and Vander were young and hot men). At the same time, only the body changed - everything else remained the same.

How will Jinx, Sevika, Mel and the entire Silko gang react to the fact that some strange young guy, very similar to him, is now sitting in the place of their boss? (well, Sevika is more like “why the hell are you young again”)

(sorry for my English, it's not my native language)

On Silco's part, he'd be confounded at first. After all, he's learnt to live with his scars, and has taken the sloughing off of his 'softer' self as a necessary metamorphosis into becoming what he was truly meant to be.

And yet there's no denying certain perks. The restoration of a youthful elasticity to his mind and body. No Shimmer shots to his left eye. A countenance that doesn't make strangers freeze in shock or do disgusted double takes.

To say nothing of how much energy he's suddenly brimming with.

Who needs Shimmer, he thinks wryly, when you've got youth?

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As for the rest of the party:

Confusion. Disbelief. Alarm.

Sevika would be torn between irritation and nostalgia. Nostalgia, because she forgot what a lovely effect his two ordinary eyes had, and how well they suited the rest of his unscarred face. Irritation, because he's taken to roof-hopping as a mode of travel, the way he used to do as a young man, and she's forgotten that he was basically a rubberized hellfiend in terms of stamina and flexibility.

To say nothing of the absolute harrowing circus of exhaustion this bodes for the bedroom.

The crew are taken off-guard by how much more hands-on the Boss is in his younger body. He seems to have excess energy in need of burning every hour, and wants to patrol every inch of the terrain on foot. Downside is that he's also x100 times more demanding and short-tempered, because being in the trenches means noticing a thousand little details that are not to his exact specifications.

Older Silco is more mellow and focused on the long game. A necessity as he, a) lacks the energy to sweat the small stuff - and b) has the wisdom to let it slide and let his enemies dig their own graves.

Mel is... intrigued. She'll try to deny it, but his younger self is rather fetching in a sharply delicate way. Also now they're physically the same age, so yay c:

A million Sumpside Waltzes are on the agenda.

The only one not thrilled by this change - this downgrade - is Jinx.

Where did her textured and crinkly Silly go? :c

Why does his voice sound different? :'c

Why is he wearing skanky leather pants? :''c

Why is he hanging in the rafters with her? :'''c

"YOU'RE NOT SILLY GO AWAY GO AWAY GOAWAY!"

She will steer clear until his Old Man-ness resurfaces - at which point he will be pounced upon and bestowed with a hundred kisses and cuddles.

"Silly - you used to make such awful faces! And you were an eyeroller! I like your face much better now!"

XOXO

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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arcane character and how they cook?? i feel like theyre either amazing chefs or burn water on the stove😭

Hello! I usually only do Sevika but I tried my hand at the other characters I simp for so if it sucks no it doesn’t <3

Sevika

Wouldn’t know much beyond warming things up. If it’s meat, then it’ll definitely be a bit tough and leathery. This is not a problem for her and she’ll take a bite and moan into it like she just made a five star meal. Next time, cook the meal yourself and give her a task she can’t mess up like chopping vegetables

Speaking of chopping vegetables, she’s no longer allowed to use her blade. She sawed halfway through the countertop early on into its installation

And speaking of her prosthetic, she tries to show off by skewering ingredients with her claws

Burns herself and doesn’t even blink. Has been grabbing the pan of food off of a hot surface with just her hands until you caught her doing that and yelled at her. Her metal arm is scarred to hell. She probably just didn’t feel like buying mittens and wouldn’t use them enough to justify the purchase

Even when you get mittens for her, she’s not wearing them. She’d fold them in half and use them that way, if anything

Housewife kink housewife kink

Would just lean back and smirk as she watches you, spooks you by coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around you, pries your hands off whatever you’re holding to bring them to her lips, stays distractingly close to you, pressed flush against your back

Ambessa

Beneath her. She has servants for that. But if you wanted to be all romantic and have a lovely, relaxing evening cooking with your wife, she’d reluctantly agree. I say wife because I think she’s the type to snatch up anything she wants as hers

She does occasionally cave to your demands but she really finds the whole ordeal tedious and unnecessary. Would try to sneak in one of the cooks when you weren’t looking

You come back from the bathroom to see her literally throw the chef in the pantry/out of your line of sight

“Darling!” She’ll chime, feigning nonchalance and sounding like you just came back from a year long trip

“Ambessa-“ You’d start to scold.

“No, no, he forgot his… spatula.”

“Spatula?”

“It’s his favorite. Right?”

She’ll try to convince you to just eat something raw. Voices her very loud opinion on which steps she deems a waste of time (waiting for water to boil)

“My heart, you don’t need to cook these. See?” Talks to you like you’re an imbecile and takes a chunk out of the still-moving lobster

Makes a show of tasting anything by vulgarly licking and sucking on her fingers

Vi?

No. She’d burn herself and whatever she’s attempting to cook. Either really raw or really burnt. You would have to banish her to the doorway because she just gets in the way. And she’d try to sneak tastes before it’s done, sticking those dirty ass, bandaged fingers in the pot, literally burning herself but still moving to stuff it in her mouth as she mutters “ow ow ow ow”

Whacking her hands with the spoon does nothing but make her pout and make you feel bad

She gets bored fast. Will turn around three seconds after you tell her not to do something and do it

Attempts to distract you. Will come up behind you, place her hands on your hips and start swaying with you, but she soon begins to misbehave and get carried away with neck kisses

You try to give her harmless tasks to keep her hyperactive brain satisfied. Maybe you’ll be successful when you ask her to show you what she was able to pickpocket/steal today

“That looks like it’s done.”

“10 more minutes, Vi.”

“But it’s all-“ She gestures desperately at the pasta. “Noodly.”

“Needs to soak.”

“… Can I just get mine then-“

“No.”

On an unnecessary, sadder note, I imagine she’s more goofy and laid back with you because you make her inner child feel safe.

Silco

Probably the only one who’s decent. He probably tried to learn more sophisticated things once he got rich, things he didn’t have the chance to when he was growing up in the undercity. Very fancy and by the book, serves irritatingly small portions. Wears an apron and mittens with his colors and you have to as well if you’re helping. Maybe one day you surprise him with a less elaborate dish, something messy

He would attempt to eat it with utensils before submitting to his roots and digging in with his hands

Okay but watching him chopping something, dress shirt sleeves rolled up on his forearms, dexterous fingers gripping the blade? Carving into it like he would flesh-

Jinx

Views the whole ordeal as a science experiment. What happens if you mix these ingredients together? She’ll find out!

You’ll constantly get whacked with those braids because she moves around the kitchen like a tornado

Wants to do everything right by your side. What are you working on? She can help. Wouldn’t it be so cute and romantic if you cut things together?

Chooses unnecessarily large knives for tasks that require small ones

“Toots! Wouldn’t it be faster if we used the flamethrower?”

You’d have to give Jinx her favorite juice and maybe she’ll be okay with sitting on the counter and watching you cook instead.

If she is, she’d make concerningly happy noises when you bend over or flex your muscles as you cut something up. You’d look over to see big blue eyes unabashedly staring at you, laying on her stomach, head in her hands as she kicks her feet

If she was in a more serious mood, she’d actually stun you with how precise she is. While she may be occasionally overzealous with some ingredients, she could be pretty decent if she tried. It’s like making a bomb, sort of.

#arcane sevika x reader #ambessa x reader #arcane vi x reader #silco x reader #jinx x reader

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ughthisisntright · 10 months

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Puzzles & Pieces | Silco x Reader | Prologue

Summary: You've worked for the Eye of Zaun for too long to not know anything about him.

Warnings: None, general Arcane warnings.

Word Count: 2,028

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Rain was never a good omen. Perhaps for the farming colonies, it was, but amongst the sumprats of the undercity, shit flows downhill, and the rain only made it worse. “Downhill” was essentially the entirety of the Undercity. All the waste and sewage of Piltover’s finest always found its way into those streets and made the place famous for its unsanitary conditions. Then, when the filth of Piltover had made its arrival, it mixed with the grime and grub that already existed down below, among whatever was left from the last time it rained. No truer words had ever been spoken: “Shit flows downhill.”

Did that stop anyone, though? Of course not. People still went about their business - kids played, teens smoked, and the adults sulked from bar-to-bar looking for their next high. Shimmer. That was where it began, and that will be where it ends. Since the death of the Hound of the Underground was killed, his dear brother had overrun the city with his drug concoction he’d so elegantly named - giving him the power he’d always wanted and every little bit of arrogance one could imagine. Having the world wrapped around your finger was not a good color on anyone, but this man - the Eye of Zaun - seemed to wear it well. And the rain never changed that.

Still the thought lingered in your head that there was something else to this mystery-man, Eye of Zaun facade he held. Silco… You’d worked for the man long enough to know that there was more than meets the eye, but you weren’t exactly sure what that was. You didn’t even quite understand why the man needed a secretary but whenever Sevika comes and “asks” someone to come help out, it means that you’ll either be going willingly or slung, unconscious, over her mechanical shoulder. You chose willingly for fear of whatever brain damage you could have from the woman knocking you out cold with a piece of iron the size of your leg. Sevika was vague about the position, but since you were a regular at The Last Drop, went to a fancy Piltovian Academy and befriended all the right people, she figured you were the best fit for the job.

Apparently, the Eye himself agreed, at least partially, because there you were, in your third year of working for the man. You’d figured out his routines and what his favorite cigars, whiskey, and foods were, but beyond knowing his superficial trivia, you knew nothing about the man. He was a tight-lipped, old-fashioned, coarse man. You had always hoped this vision of Zaun would have more to offer than what everyone else saw, especially to his secretary. There were plenty of stories about his rough-tough exterior and yet none of the important stuff was shared. No whispers in the night about his gentle side, no rumors about the things he’s washed away in the rain, just those about intimidation and scare tactics. You had genuinely wanted to learn more about the man. But, just as with the rest of the rubbish, the rain took away the secrets he’d cast away.

Instead of lingering on this, you decided the best course of action was to go about your day filing things away neatly for the man as he scribbled his signature on various pieces of paper. Silent moments passed between you, the rain being the only noise aside from his pen on the documents he signed. An exasperated sigh left Silco’s lips and his pen dropped to the desk with a loud thump. Startled, you jumped and looked up and over to his general direction, finding him leaned back in his chair and hands on his head.

“Sir?” you ask quietly, not wanting to startle him. Though, you weren’t actually sure if that was possible. The man grumbled and dragged his hands down his face, clearly frustrated about something.

“Yes, what is it?” Silco replied in a bored, monotonous tone.

“You threw your pen,” you started. You got up from your small desk and made your way to the front of his. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes, please go get me a lighter. I need a cigar,” he turned and looked out the window, gazing at the tall structures in Piltover that taunted Zaun. You took this as an order and quickly retrieved the lighter from the top drawer of your desk. When you’d turned back around to walk back to Silco, you saw that familiar device he used to inject shimmer into his eye. He seemed to be struggling today, but that was not an uncommon occurrence. Usually Jinx is around to help him out with this, but she was busy in her laboratory building some weapons for her father. Your role as secretary had come to encompass this task when she wasn’t around. So, now, you are the most likely to be stuck with this job.

You walked over to Silco and took a cigar out of the drawer next to him along with the cutter. You snipped the end off and tossed the cutter back in the drawer and discarded the nub of the cigar into the trash. You turned to face Silco and raised a brow, as if to ask if he needed help. He reluctantly agreed.

“I’ll be gentle,” you tease. If there was one thing you were good at doing, it was breaking the tension. Though, once one bit of tension was broken, Silco was always able to fashion another.

“You better know what you’re doing, girl,” he threatened, leaning his head back against the chair. “I’ll have you executed if you screw this up.”

“You worry too much,” you snatched the needle away from him and carefully lined yourself up with him, placing the guide against his orbital bone and checking the alignment before- shink! The needle drove itself into Silco’s eye and a purple tear came flooding out, moans and groans of pain erupting from the man below you. Fortunately, his anger and discomfort were never misplaced and always landed on the chair he sat in, so there was no need to back away.

You placed the device on his desk and then picked up the already-clipped cigar he’d mentioned. You held it to his lips and smirked down at him as he was regaining his composure. Finally, after what felt like hours, Silco snatched the cigar from your hand and placed it in his mouth himself. You flicked the lighter open and sparked the flame for him to light his cigar. He leaned into the flame and puffed a few times to make sure he had a slow, even burn going. You flicked the lighter closed and sauntered back over to your desk without another word.

Thankless. That was the word for the job. Sure, you loved the work, the hours were good, and the pay was nothing to sneeze at, but when it came to any kind of feedback, all you got was negative feedback. Droplets of criticism flung your way whenever something wasn’t done correctly or on-time. You had learned to correct the mistakes quickly lest you face another shower of demeaning criticism, but even at that, whenever something was fixed or you mentioned something good, you were only ever met with a grumble of acknowledgement. Silco was a hard man to break through. Your own charms and default methods didn’t even work on him. You were about to press for some information about him when Sevika came in and Silco shooed you out of the room.

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The time you spent out of that office was a blessing. The dark cloud that loomed over Silco’s quarters was enough to drag even the happiest of people down. You chalked it up to his precious “image,” but knew deep down that that, too, would soon wash away. You decided, until someone dragged you back inside, you would take the time to appreciate the stillness in the rain. You stood outside with your umbrella over your head to protect your ornate, business hairstyle along with your work clothes, but outstretched a single hand to let the water run on your bare skin. You took in a deep breath, sucking in the freshly rinsed air that lingered in the streets. Around you, addicts and others skidded around getting to their next fix of whatever vice they chased. But even so you managed to find the calm amongst the persistent chaos of rain.

Your mind wandered to Silco. Your boss took up about ninety percent of your brainspace. The other ten occupied by not much else. He was so enigmatic, and you were so bound to solving puzzles, that his story - his life - had become something of a project for you. Jinx would tell incoherent snippets here and there, but you were able to put those pieces together as you got to know her better. She was more or less the catalyst for your side project. She’d told you about Vander, her older sister, Vi, and everyone else. She’d told you about their relationship and how kind he was to her - a side of him you had yet to see.

She even told you intimate details about his eye.

You were heartbroken to hear the story, even more so when you heard its tragic end. But, all of your conversations with her lead to your borderline obsession with Silco. You needed to understand this man. You began plotting in your head the ways you could get him to open up, but somehow they all came to nothing. Even in your wildest fantasies, Silco was a closed book.

Before long, Sevika was calling your name from the doors of The Last Drop, breaking you out of your daze. How long have you been outside? More importantly: How long has Sevika been standing there calling your name? You quickly walk to her and close your umbrella, shaking any excess water off the fabric before winding it up and securing the fabric with the velcro. You didn’t dare ask what she needed - you already knew.

You scampered through the crowd of people on the dance floor inside and made your way up the stairs to Silco’s office. On your way up, you turned to look back at the patrons of the club - so many of them were regulars and yet, you knew nothing of them. Such is the life of the drug business, you supposed. Your dealings with Silco and the rest of his enterprise cost you the social freedom you once possessed. So it was only natural that you would crave what you can’t have among someone who seemed to be unwilling to give it. It wasn’t before long that you found yourself walking up the stairs again, heaving yourself to the office of the Kingpin you’d left not long ago.

You approached the grand door and rapped your fist on the mahogany wood three times. A drab “come in” could be heard from beyond that grand door. You turned the golden knob with a delicate hand and pushed the door open just enough for your body to slip through, then quickly shut it behind you. For a brief moment you considered asking Silco what that was all about, why you had to leave when Sevika came in. Something you hadn’t allowed yourself to consider during your time out of the office - this secrecy wasn’t normal.

You decided against pressing the issue, instead walking to your desk and sitting down silently. You put on a rickety pair of reading glasses and opened the file folder that sat on top of a stack of invoices and other shipping documents. The thick silence between the two of you was surely felt by you. You thought that there was the expectation of questioning and conversation lingering, but when you looked over the rim of your glasses at the man, he seemed to be far too buried in his work to give any indication that he was expecting you to quiz him. Disappointed, you looked back down at your work and remained silent. But in the distance, thunder rolled, and the day’s waste would soon be washed away.

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starry-nights12 · 10 months

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There's No Remedy For Memory

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Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)

Word Count: 3,731

Tags:Mutaual Pinning,Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending,Firelight Member Jinx (League of Legends), Brief Mention of Violence

Summary:What would you do if your friend mourned over someone you hated?

That's the predicament Ekko is in when Jinx wants a friend as she misses Silco.

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This fic is based on my post!

Credit for the title goes to @creativepromptsforwriting

Big thanks to @mycomfortblanket for editing this!🥰❤️

You can listen to the fic's playlist while you read!

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The budding community below was jovial and laughing together, Jinx had preferred to lay on the lone tree branch away from the commotion. Her ponytail hung over the edge, along with her leg swinging.

The butterfly knife's sharp blade gracefully twirled around her hand with ease.

Silco had an affinity for knives.

After showing her the tricks he mastered with the butterfly knife she wanted him to teach her how.

Her second favorite was the 16-inch hunting knife she brought to the shimmer raids.

When the mission requires more stealth; she sneaks up behind one of the guards and slits their throat. Or during a fight, she would dodge attacks and see her chance, she stabbed them in the stomach.

She would clean the knife to stick it in her desk until the next raid: Just like how Silco had the knife he used to kill Vander -and almost her- idly in his desk at The Last Drop.

She stared at the shark she had drawn on the blade and smiled wistfully. It was fascinating how a common household appliance could be used to watch the life leave people's eyes.

The tell-tale sound of cheering alerted her that The Firelights arrived home safe and sound.

She pocketed the knife in her black shorts and climbed down the tree branches.

Over the crowd, Ekko spotted her and smiled at the blue-haired woman jogging towards him."Hey,"

"Hi," She gave him a quick hug and delicately took the items from his hand with a tentative smile. "You remembered...!"

"I told you I'd get them,” He assured.

She stroked the box fondly with affection in her gaze, she exhaled deeply as her smile wanted.

She hugged the items to her chest. Her lips started quivering and blinked away the oncoming tears.

Some people eyed her peculiarly but a glare from Ekko made the onlookers avert their gaze and walk away.

Jinx used her sleeve to swipe at her eyes. She bit her lip and looked almost timidly at him, "Do you-" She cleared her throat and then sniffled, swiping under her nose, "Do you want to hang out with me?"

Before the Firelights left the base for the market Jinx handed Ekko a small piece of paper:

★Cigars

♡Ashtray

•ᴗ•Jazz records

-JINX✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Ekko had looked confused. "Since when did you start smoking?"

Jinx frowned and then held her arm, "I don't...it's stuff he used to have."

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Ekko stood outside her room as she told him to. He was the only one that came by to knock on her door whenever he wanted to talk to her.

However, this would be the first time he would be inside her room. There was no reason for him to be in it anyway.

Her diary lay open on her bed. Some days her mental health was worse, while lightheartedness was sprinkled within the pages.

E +J=♡, Jinx♡Ekko, Ekko♡Jinx, Ekko♡♡♡♡

She drew stick figures of them holding hands and kissing with hearts scribbled.

Her monkey mask sat on top of the dresser amongst black & white polaroids

She and Ekko were sitting on the ground. He was leaning against her with her braid on his upper lip. She had an arm around his shoulder, flipping off the camera with both hands while wearing a wide grin.

After her first successful mission as a Firelight, she took a picture of them when they got back to the home base. They were still wearing their mask and she and Ekko held out the rock’n’roll signs.

Scar and Ekko can be so serious that it was no wonder those two were best friends. They can be so utterly boring that they could put her to sleep.

One of her favorite past times was messing with them. She snapped the picture of the two men seconds after her glitter bomb went off.

Despite their complaints, it was hilarious.

And a couple of photos of Porofessor. Heimendinger was nice enough to let her hug it and take the picture.

The last one was just for herself.

Ekko had let her take this photo of him.

He was in his white tank top and baggy shorts with his toolbox next to him. He sat by his hoverboard with a gentle smile and oil smeared across his cheek.

She drew his hourglass symbol with hearts around it.

He is so dreamy.

She always thought he was. Even though he was twenty-years-old his boyish charms never faded and still affected her.

She especially wanted to run her hands up and down his muscular arms. They had to feel as good as they look

A woman had needs. You couldn't blame her for her thoughts.

I mean...awooga! Right?!

She wasn't afraid of death. That's why she would happily be killed if he ever found out about any of this.

She opened the drawer of her nightstand and hid the diary and picture frame inside.

Jinx swung opened her door and beamed eagerly, "Welcome to my humble abode!" She exalted and gestured widely to her room with her arm.

Half-melted purple candles were around her room. The curtains were partially opened letting the drawings in neon paint glow.

Crystals, inactive chompers, and glowsticks hung above the ceiling. Her hoverboard leaned on her dresser with a few clothes sticking out of its drawers.

A vinyl rack holder and bookshelf were against the wall. The music box he created for her sat on her nightstand.

When Jinx closed her door, there were three crayon drawings on the back of it. There were drawings of enforcers but two stood out.

Sevika had a mustache and a monocle, and her mouth was stitched closed. The words 'Liar', 'Ogre', and 'Dumbass' were written around her.

Caitlyn's eyes were crossed out. She sported devil horns and pointed ears. She showed off her fangs with a malicious grin.

'Bitch' was written in red crayon numerous times. They each had throwing knives jutted from their faces.

He had a small frown. He didn't know Caitlyn that well but Vi trusted and liked her.

She was the only Piltie that gave a shit about Zaunites and seemed genuine about wanting to help his hometown. He gave her props for that.

Even though he didn't gve a shit about the rest of the topsiders; At least Vi would be there to console her while she grieved her mother.

They knew all too well what it was like to lose family members.

Jinx carefully took the vinyl out of the cover and then placed the needle on the disc.

She set her butterfly knife on her desk. There were unfinished blueprints of new inventions that were laid on the table.

He look up at the crucified bunny plushie above her desk and then grimaced. He draped his jacket behind the chair before he pulled it out to sit.

In the corner of her room, she lit four red candles with Silco's lighter she held onto after the tea party.

She lit the cigar and waved it around like an incense. She deeply inhaled the bitter scent then sighed softly with a small smile. She then set it in the ashtray on the small table with the lighter.

She sat on her bed and undid the laces and buckles on her platform boots.

Above was an old drawing of her, Vander, Vi, Claggor, and Mylo. Besides that was drawing of her as a child and holding Silco's hand. Along with a drawing of Silco with hearts.

'I love you, Dad!'

'I miss you SO much!!!'

'I'm so sorry.'

'I didn't mean to'

She wrote the last two sentences with broken hearts and a frowny face with tears drawn.

A dull ache reverberated in his chest.

It's a memorial.

He had forgiven her.

Although, it still stung how she choose Silco over him. He was with her when she pushed him away and had no one else to support her.

No matter how much he despised him, he would always be her beloved father.

He tore his eyes away from the drawings. He slumped over, staring at his hands folded in his lap.

Her giddiness from a minute ago had dissipated. She looked away and bit her lower lip nervously.

Oh great. You wanted to spend some time with him but your room is making him sad. It's only a matter of time before he wants to leave.

She breathed deeply and then rubbed her hands down her split purple and black stockings.

She moved a nonexistent strand of hair behind her pierced ear. "You can...you can sit by me if you want."

Ekko jerked his head up, "Huh?"

Oh Gods, I made it worse.

A flush crept across her cheeks. She shook her head and started waving her hand dismissively. "Nothing. It's fine. I-"

"No, no. I was just surprised. I'm alright with it." He quickly assured.

"Oh!" She nodded, fiddled with the long sleeves of her purple and black striped crop top.

A smile returned to her face and she patted the empty spot next to her. He smiled shyly and took up on her offer.

He had his back straight with his hands on his lap. Why was he so stiff? Did he hate being here? Was he ready to leave?

"I want to paint it. The ashtray. It's what his looked like. I probably should have done that first but I wasn't thinking. I'll show it to you later if you want," She rambled.

"I bet it will be great. You're an amazing artist."

She flashed him a smirk. "Thanks. You draw good, too."

They sat in silence again-the music didn't count.

Why are we being so weird? We're just sitting on a dumb bed. It's not like anything is going to happen. Just say what you need to say before he leaves.

Her knee gently bounced, her lips pressed together in a tight grimace. She inhaled deeply then sighed.

"I'm glad I'm here with you. I really am," She toyed with her bracelet. "But if...I want him here. But I don't know if we'd ever reconcile if he was... "

Ekko clenched his jaw before he scoffed, "He would have killed me if he knew I was with you,” he grumbled.

Their lives were hard and they struggled to get by, but they were all happy. They had each other until Silco showed up and tore their family apart.

Silco never allowed her to see him after the incident. When she snuck out to meet him it was even worse since she refused to go with him.

She wanted to stay with him. She told him she was happy.

Jinx's yelp of laughter startled him out of his thoughts.

Ekko's adorable, oblivious face twisted in confusion had made her giggle even more.

If Silco found her with a man-not just any man. The leader of The Firelights of all people. In her room nonetheless.

Silco would have been livid and even more determined to hunt Ekko and his gang down to feed his bloodlust.

They've been a nuisance to him for several years, she was told to kill them, yet harbored a crush on said leader since she was twelve.

The truth can be funny sometimes.

Her friendly, affectionate pat on his cheek didn't help quell his puzzled expression.

So, not only it was a known fact that she was crazy. But now, he had to think she was a complete weirdo, too.

But honestly, he should have known this by now. If only he understood how comical it was, then he would be laughing, too.

After her laughter subsided, she sighed and lay on her bed. She stared at the ceiling with a faint smile.

"Thanks for being here," She looked back at him. "It's dumb. I know you hate him. He felt the same about you,” She chuckled weakly. "But I miss him... and I just wanted a friend."

His expression switched to something softer.

"I do," He affirmed.

"But, I care about how you feel more. And I don't want you to think you have to deal with this alone. You can come to me if you want to talk about him and I can listen."

She sat up on her elbows with a raised eyebrow. "You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, It's what friends do for each other."

A smile blossomed on her face.

That was Ekko for you. The Boy Savior had a big heart and always took care of others.

She sat up and fixed her shirt by tugging it down. However, she looked at herself and chuckled.

It was a weak attempt at modesty, really.

It was torn in the middle revealing her black bra and cleavage. There wasn't anymore her outfit could expose to him.

She dropped her hands by her side. She closed her eyes, inhaling the comforting scent of the cigar, listening to the soothing jazz music.

"On cold, rainy days we sat by the fireplace. Before bed, he would look over his reports, I would be playing with toys or drawing while this played. Sometimes, he'd even dance with me." A fond smile crept upon her face.

"He tried braiding my hair but he was terrible at it. He loved my desserts and tried helping me with varying results. He let me draw on almost anything. And you know how I click my pen sometimes?"

Ekko curtly nodded.

"It reminds me of injecting medicine in his eye. The first time I did it I was so nervous. But he encouraged me that I could do it and I actually did. He believed in me..."

The corner of her mouth turns downwards, her shoulders slouched, with her eyes staring at the floor.

"I can't convince you that he was a good person. But he treated me well. He loved me when no one else did," She croaked, and she wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

I've always loved you.

Ekko pursed his lips and squeezed his hands.

He felt like he was fourteen again. He wanted to confess how he felt about her but ended up backtracking.

He was going to tell her someday, but now wasn't an appropriate time.

"I've always cared about you, Jinx." He said instead, his heart in his throat.

"I never want you to think otherwise. I'm going to try my best to help you. You're not alone, Jinx, I'm here for you."

It was as if a damn burst. She clutched him and buried her face in his shirt. He immediately pulled her into an embrace while she sobbed.

The only people who cared for her were Vi and Silco and they were both gone.

She missed Silco and he was dead because of her. She even missed the close bond she and Vi use to have before her sister fucked it all up.

The irony wasn't lost on her. She mocked him for being a savior on the bridge but Ekko was the only one in her corner that she had left.

Some days she felt like she didn't deserve his kindness and wondered why he would put up with her. When will he get sick of her and change his mind?

Her sobs eventually turned into whimpers and then sniffling.

She closed her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. It was better than music she ever heard.

He was alive.

He was here.

He was real.

He stroked her hair and she sighed softly. It felt good to have someone play in her hair.

"When it rains, we can listen to Jazz together. If you want,” he said. "And we can bake, too."

He was being sweet and thoughtful and she appreciated it. He was trying to cheer her up but she couldn't resist passing up on the opportunity.

"Your cupcakes are so hard, they can be used to knock someone unconscious."

Ekko’s shocked laughter had his chest rumble. She cracked a grin and laughed with him.

"I was fourteen! You gotta let some things go."

"When you eat baking like that, it's hard to forget no matter how the years fly by."

Ekko bumped his knee into her. "Shut up."

"You tell me to shut up again and no one will find your body."She playfully threatened and bumped her knee into his. He nudged her arm then she shoved his.

There was a stretch of comfortable silence between them.

His posture noticeably changed. His shoulders dropped, and his hands were on his sides while slightly leaning back on her bed.

She wiped at any remaining tears on her face. "Why are you so nice to me?"

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. "We've been hating each other for seven years. I'd rather make up for lost time, yeah?"

Jinx hummed. "Yeah, you're right."

He smirked at her. "I know. I'm always right."

She scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes. "Shut the hell up. This is why I'm never nice to you."

Jinx hated feeling weak. It was why Powder was seen as useless to her family. It was why she had to die to become strong.

But with Ekko her heart became mushy like over-chewed gum. Except she liked it.

She liked when he looked at her, when he smiles at her, and when he laughed with her, when they teased each other.

Maybe she was even more delusional, but she thought she felt his heated gaze on her when her back was turned. She would look over at him but he was looking elsewhere.

Whatever it was, she liked that, too. It made her heart race and her insides feel warm and gooey like hot fudge.

Her hand slid beside his and locked her pinky around his.

His heart fluttered at their loosely connected fingers. He then moved his hand on top of hers and she turned her palm to stroke his knuckles with her thumb.

His hand was big and warmer than hers. His fingernails were unpolished and she wanted to paint them so they could matchy-match.

She was dumbfounded at how he held her hand like it was something precious. As if she would slip away if he let go.

Her hands were forever stained with blood that had taken so many lives without remorse.

While Ekko had remained kind-hearted as his hands created a sanctuary to help people in need.

Without Ekko giving her a second chance, she would be alone, cooped up in her hideout. She would be scrounging on the streets somewhere for food until she was ultimately caught and arrested.

Their arms were pressed against each other and their knees were still touching. Her pink eyes looked up from their hands to meet his brown eyes.

They were so comforting that they made it impossible to look away from the warmth his gaze provided.

She tilted her head in consideration then after a moment reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb slowly swiped along the corner of his mouth.

His gaze dropped to her lips. His hand squeezed hers as he quickly licked his own and then locked on her eyes.

Oh Gods.

Can he hear her heart? It was pounding rapidly in her chest that it rang in her ears.

She always wanted him to be her first kiss.

She wanted to kiss him to thank him for everything he was doing.

He forgave her despite her sins.

He didn't see her as just the long-gone sweet, innocent Powder or the malicious, cold-hearted Jinx-not anymore at least.

He saw her as a person capable of doing bad things but also being able to do good.

He was the only beacon of light in this wretched world full of lies and betrayal.

She wanted him to reciprocate her feelings but she was the grim reaper to everyone she cared about.

She wanted to keep him safe. He deserved better than her because dear Gods.

She couldn't lose another person in her shitty life. If she lost him, whatever scrap of sanity she had left would completely eviscerate.

Her hand began to slide down. She pressed her lips into a thin line then turned her head with her eyes squeezed shut as if she was in agonizing pain.

Realization struck him.

She just finished crying over her father seven minutes ago and was most likely vulnerable yet he was ready to kiss her. She was probably coming to her senses that this was a bad idea.

He didn't want to take advantage of her. That would never be his intention. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable or become something she would regret.

I'm such a piece of shit.

His cheeks burned with shame and disgust at himself. She was far more important than his desire for her.

"Jinx, I'm so-"

Her fingers grasped his chin. His heart stuttered when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek; her black lipstick marking him.

Sure, she didn't kiss his mouth. But considering she couldn't muster to even kiss him on the cheek as a kid, it was a big step up.

"Thank you. For everything," She said in earnest.

He blinked himself out of his daze as he registered what had just happened. He gingerly touched his cheek which was warm for a different reason.

He broke out in a sheepish grin. "Of course. Anything."

She giggled softly while shaking her head.

What a cute, stupid dork.

She released his hand and then engulf him in a bear hug as much as her thin arms could. "Thanks, Pippin."

Ekko raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "You keep calling me that. You seriously have to tell me what that means."

She nuzzled his shirt and inhaled his scent. "It means annoying, smug, asshole. It fits you perfectly,” She murmured with a smirk.

He chuckled, his eyes brimming at her with adoration. His arms wrapped around her frame to hold her tightly. He rested his chin on top of her head with a smile.

She lo-no. Everyone she loves dies because of her. She...liked, liked him. That should suffice, right?

She liked liked him very much and wanted him to know someday. Her heart belonged to him and she would give it to him if he ever asked.

He was her little man.

Her boy savior.

Her dreamboat.

Her Angel.

He just didn't know he was hers yet.

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am-i-interrupting · 11 months

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Could you write something for Silco where maybe the reader and Silco were childhood friends and maybe lovers before Silco & Vander’s falling out then years later, they come back when they heard Silco has Powder and are the only one to calm her down? I know it’s a lot.

Can’t Go Back

Prologue

So this may have. . . . Spiraled into something unintended so have a prologue while I figure out all the kinks to what will no doubt take up far too much of my time.

Tags: 1.7k words, eventual silco x reader, gn!reader, (implied) sex worker!reader

It’d been a long, tiring night but the day brought the things you much rather preferred. You didn’t have to put on a performance or dress for the clientele. Instead you could wear whatever you damn well pleased and do whatever it was that you wanted to do and right now? Right now, you wanted a drink.

You pushed open the doors to The Last Drop and went straight to the bar. Vander had his back to you for the moment but it didn’t take long for him to turn.

He eyed you up and down and laughed to himself as he shook his head. “Regular or do you need something stronger?”

“Regular for now, I promised Ekko and Powder I’d take them to the junk heap. Better they go with someone who knows how to get them out of shit than alone,” you told him.

Vander smiled and passed your drink to you. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep up with them today. You look like shit.”

“I feel like it.” You grabbed your glass and took a swig. “Julian stopped by last night.”

Vander grimaced with sympathy. “I’m sure that kept you up late.”

“You have no idea but he pays good money and who am I to say no to that?” you asked.

He gave you a look that spoke words he didn’t have to say. It was gone as quick as it came and he went back to cleaning glasses but it had been there. It passed over his face just like those memories passed over both of you from time to time. Memories of when you would say no to people who were too rough no matter how much they paid you, when he had to fight for the reputation he now had, when you both— You weren’t revisiting those memories.

You sipped your drink and looked around. No new people, no new noises. It was the same as it always was this early in the day, though it was by no means early.

“Have you eaten today?” Vander asked.

“I had a sandwich, nothing special. Was thinking about taking the kids by Jericho’s on our way out,” you told him.

Vander turned to you and went to speak but he didn’t have the chance as a door towards the back opened and Powder filed out of the room. Violet was behind her. When Powder saw you, her eyes lit up and she called your name and ran over. You got out of your seat just in time to pick her up into a spin. She laughed as she held onto your neck.

“You came!” she said.

“Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss any opportunity to hang out with my favorite bunch of kids,” you told her. “I was just coming to get you and then I thought we’d pick up Little Man on our way.”

Powder smiled and cocked her head to look at her sister, “I told you they’d come.”

Vi held up her hands. “I didn’t say they wouldn’t. I’m coming with you anyway.” She turned her focus to you, “If that’s okay.”

“Of course, the more the merrier, right?”

Vander shook his head. “I want them back by nightfall,” he said.

“As you wish, my good man,” you said, putting on a posh accent just to make Powder giggle.

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to you once more. You slid your drink to Vi. She looked at you with wide eyes as you glanced at Vander’s back. Quickly, she downed the rest of the drink, which wasn’t too much. Her lip curled up and her nose scrunched in a way that made Powder stifle a laugh.

You wrapped your arm around Vi’s shoulders and hoisted Powder further up on your hip as you herded them out of The Last Drop.

“I don’t get how you drink that stuff,” Vi said once you were safely out of earshot from Vander.

“People ask you to do weird things in my line of work,” you told her. Vi’s nose scrunched up once again while Powder’s brows furrowed. “Besides, you get used to it when you get older.”

“I swear you’re the only person I’ve seen Vander pour a drink from that bottle for,” she said, trying to further her point.

Not the only one. Someone else had an affinity for the same alcohols you did. You’d really started to appreciate it once you stole his drink enough times. He always had odd tastes but they tended to be good ones regardless.

“Only one worth knowing,” you settled on saying. “Now enough about me, what have you two been up to lately?”

“I made a new ga-gadg- a new gadget!” Powder said, sounding out the word as she tried her best to pronounce it.

“Oh? What’s it called?” you asked.

“I named her mouser,” she said before she rattled on about how she gathered all the parts to put it together, the process of building it, and what its functions were supposed to be.

You listened to her intently but you could only hold her for so long. She was getting heavy. Nearly nine years old, you were surprised you could still hold her, that she wanted to be held.

You were sure you could probably still pick up Ekko if you wanted but he was a bit more resistant to the idea.

Whatever. You’d pick her up as long as you could. She was still your little girl and Vi was Vander’s. That’s just how it panned out. Didn’t mean either of you cared for the other less, it just meant you both clicked with different kids easier. Vander had Violet, Mylo, and Clagger. You took to Powder and Ekko. There wasn’t really favoritism, more so just a better ability to understand.

Still, Violet was with you and you kept your arm around her shoulders as you walked. Your hand didn’t leave Powder’s as she skipped down the street with you. The Lanes were a dangerous place, after all. You couldn’t lose the kids.

Soon enough, you got to Benzo’s. You didn’t knock, simply opened the door.

“Have you seen a white haired little rascal?” you asked as you entered. “I’ve heard he’s been causing some trouble. We just wanna talk.”

Benzo looked up from his work examining whatever it was the woman in front of him was trying to pawn. “Aw, I don’t know. Maybe,” he said as he leaned back down to his work. “What trouble he cause?”

“Pestering me down until I agreed to take him somewhere and then being late when I come to pick him up,” you said, raising your voice to carry the last part of your sentence.

You hear a clang from the back of the shop and Powder snickered at the noise. “Mmm, think I know a kid like that,” Benzo said.

“Ah, shit!” a voice said as another clank and clatter originated from a place not far off from where the other noise had. “Sorry! Sorry!”

“You were supposed to be waiting out front,” you said, no real anger in your voice, just amusement.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I got distracted,” Ekko said.

“You can tell me all about how you got distracted on the way, come on,” you said.

“What happened to your face?” Powder asked.

Ekko raised a hand to his cheek but didn’t touch it. His eyes closed as he sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

You snorted at the gravity in his tone.

Making sure everyone had some point of contact, paranoid as they often described you, you all made your way to Jericho’s to eat and then found yourselves in the junk heap.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” Vi said as you both stood off to the side to let the young kids do whatever it was they wanted to do, prepared to step in at a moment’s notice.

“Seem,” you said and yes, you were content. You weren’t in a good mood, at least no more so than you normally would be.

“Yeah, seem. Not every day you take them out to eat, much less let me tag along when you do,” she said.

“I got paid good last night. They deserve some street food from sources we don’t want to know,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against hers. “You do too.”

She sighed and crossed her arms. She leaned further back against the rickety fencing.

“I mean it, Vi. I know we’re not as close as we are with others but I do care about you too. You ever need anything, I work where all the secrets are spilled, I can probably figure it out if I don’t have the answers already.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence. You just watched as Powder pointed out something in all the rubble to Ekko. He crawled over things to examine it with her. Both of their eyes had a light to them as they glanced at each other and went to move things.

“You know, a while back, Vander told me he wanted me to give you a certain talk,” you said.

Vi groaned and you laughed. Her head fell in her hands. “No, he tried that. I know what I need to know. It ended awfully. I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“Really?” you asked, a teasing in your tone. “He said he didn’t think he got his point across.”

“No, he did! He got it across. Painted a very vivid picture!” Vi said.

You snorted. “Just be safe. Again, any questions,” your voice trailed off.

“I will definitely ask you instead of Vander. I never want to hear him try to explain sex again,” Vi said.

“Don’t be stupid and I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you told her. “Just be more precautious than I was at your age. I did not get that talk from my parents until it was way too late.”

“No, no, no, no, no! I don’t want to hear it! I do not want to hear anything to do with anything about your sex life, especially when you were my age!” Vi yelled, causing you to shake with laughter as she covered her ears.

A crash caught both your attention and now Powder laughed as Ekko laid on the ground as he glared at it, completely covered in grease.

“I’ll get the hose.”

#silco x you #silco x reader #silco arcane x reader #Silco arcane x you

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silcoholdsstuff · 2 years

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SILCO HOLDING MAKEUP PLEASE 😭

#Silco #Arcane #makeup #Sephora #Sephora Eye Love eyeshadow palette #Silco holds stuff #trashbod #ask #Since it's canon that Silco does wear makeup #I decided to spice this edit up a bit haha

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sweatandwoe · 1 year

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hey

hey listen

Cardinal Silcopia

👀

Simply, I like the way you think. I need to write some Silco too, so have some priest Silco

Tags: MDNI, Priest!Silco x Fem!reader, with a slight twist, nun!reader, prayer, religious stuff, catholic guilt, religious trauma, implied previous abuse (not defined), sfw but suggestive, dubcon

The chapel is freezing. It made sense, no one had come to it since the previous priest had died. Father Vernon had died of a sudden heart attack and the heat had been turned off to save costs. Though now you wished you hadn't left your coat in the car. Rubbing your arms you make your way through the pews and stand for a moment in front of the altar.

It's a slab of black marble, that has your brow furrowed. Usually, in any house of God, it would be a white table. Only something fancier if available. The black marble is a choice, one that has the pit of your stomach tighten. This was going to be worse than you thought.

You were going to have to do so much paperwork.

First, though you were turning on the heat.

The way to the office is a few quick steps, and the layout is not totally unfamiliar. Most churches in this area had similar ones, that lead you to the main office. Unlocking the door, there's a rush of air that passes by you as you open it. You blink, staring at the crack the burst had come from for a moment before you open the door wide.

Only to see a man there.

He is not facing you. In the black cassock of the man of the cloth, the man is knelt not before a cross, but before the fireplace. You can hear the crackling, and when you give the door a gentle knock he whips around with the fire poker in hand.

His face is scarred fully on one side. Long deep lines run over the left side of his face, cutting even into his lip there. One eye is a teal ocean while the other is flames surrounded by black. Perhaps the oddest thing about him is the makeup he wears, white paint on his entire face with black paint added on to create a skull-like appearance "Sister," he greets, brow furrowing. "I was not expecting company."

You pause in the doorframe. "There hasn't been a new priest selected for this church, Father..."

"Silco."

"Father, Silco." You repeat, doing your best to look stern. Even when he stands, showing off a decent height. It doesn't help that he's clearly older than you as well, you know from experience that age does effect even the kindest of Father's egos. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Sister." He doesn't ask for your name even, moving gracefully across the floor. "I was called upon the Cardinal to come here."

Your eyebrows raise. "Cardinal Thomas?"

"The one and the same." His tongue pokes into his cheek, while he moves to shut the door. "He sent me here to prepare for my placement. I was running into... arguments in my abbey."

You glance at the scar, visible beneath the odd face paint. Then pointedly look into his eyes, holding the mismatched gaze. "I doubt you will find many arguments here."

"I doubt it. Though," he walks and you follow, right to two chairs left in the abandoned office. "I wonder why he sent you, sister."

"Perhaps to try and ensure there would be no more arguments." You eye him, trailing your gaze over the facepaint. "Was that the cause of it?"

"My makeup?" He chuckles, barely a laugh, something low and deep that reverberates into your spine. Long fingers twist around your elbow, guiding you to sit in your chair. "No, I do this because it draws attention. Few fall asleep in mass when you look like this."

You blink and gaze into the flames. He lets you think for a long few moments, "Cardinal Thomas does not like me." You say after a few minutes of thoughtful silence.

"He does not and takes joy in your suffering. Perhaps that's why he sent you here, in an attempt to embarrass you." Silco leans back in his chair, elbows resting on the armrests while fingers fold together to rest on his stomach. His head tilts while his eyes watch the flames, fire reflecting in each to create an odd burn over your skin the next time he looks at you. "I would say it did not work."

You take a moment to consider, before settling into the chair. "No, it didn't work." Nails dig into the armrests, and you can feel your spine trembling now. "Did he summon you to end me?"

His lips twitch. "No."

"Who did?"

"No one." His head rolls to the side, staring at you openly. "All prayers are heard, Sister."

Something pins you to the chair then. A weight that is not there, and yet it holds you down. "No. You did not hear my prayers."

"I am a priest of a church." He stands then, and you can see it. His tongue is forked, and both eyes carry a slight glow to them now. When he brings his hands against your biceps, now using his strength to pin you to the chair, you can feel his claws. "Just not of your church."

"My prayers were not for you."

"Were they not?" Leaning forward, towering over you, his lips are dangerously close to your skin. "Prayers of sin are still prayers, Sister."

You twist, fighting his hold now. Even while he laughs at the attempt, you glare at him. "They were not meant for anyone to hear."

"And yet, here I am." His lips do touch you then, freezing you without any pressure or weight needed. Lips graze over your cheek in a soft kiss. A second along your jawline followed by a third. A fourth onto your chin. "You wanted the Cardinal to die. You were praying he would die."

You shake in your seat, a tightness in your chest. "I did not-"

"You did, Sister." His eyes bore into your own, glowing with the knowledge you had never meant to share and his lips grow ever closer, each word drawing him in. "He would deserve it for how he has treated you. And his own prayers of sin. Such lust."

Silco's lips press to your own then, hands running up your body. One to hold your shoulder and the other to grip the back of your neck. The kiss is soft and sweet, not heating up so he can focus on kissing you gently. It opens up a flood of warmth in your heart. When he pulls away, you're panting. "Why did you answer my prayers?"

"Because my Lord told me too." He explains easily, but there's something more in his gaze. "And because you are a rarity in this world. A sweet thing, to be savored. Someone who deserves freedom, a way to choose their own path." The priest pauses. "And how they treat you breaks my heart."

His lips trail down, along your cheek, and over your jaw again before he dips down to your throat. Hands are no longer pinning you down, but you don't push him away. "Father?"

"I prefer, Silco or Cardinal." He smirks against your neck. "Perhaps other titles will come along later."

"Silco." You amend, feeling heat spreading through you. "I can't. I won't enter heaven if I-"

"You won't enter heaven regardless, my dove." He draws back to look at you. "You are born with the original sin. Tainted."

Your eyes sting with the admission. "I was baptized in the name of our father. I was baptized by Cardinal Thomas!"

"Do you think some anointed waters will stop that sin?" His voice is firm and stern and his hands move to cup your face. "Not in God's eyes. You are broken in his eyes, damaged. In his eyes."

Your lower lip wobbles. "I have nothing else. I can only serve my Lord-"

"No, darling." Silco's eyes are so gentle. You are reminded of how many priests' eyes weren't even close to the gentleness that this man held in his own. "You can serve mine as well. He will appreciate you, a sweet, kind thing, far more than your old Lord would."

His hands cup your face, drawing you to him, and this time you press back into the kiss. Your hands come up, to grip his cassock, while tears begin to fall from your eyes. Panicked sobs break the kiss, while you hold onto him as though he's your lifeline.

There had been nothing else for you. You had no family, no friends. You were isolated and needed the Church to survive, for it was the only thing you knew.

And yet, you can recall so many things that you did not deserve.

His thumbs sweep under your eyes, wiping the tears away. You close them for a moment, letting him press a kiss to your forehead now."Precious, Sister. Our true lord will never forget you. He will love you, just as I intend to."

You open your eyes.

Horns have protruded from the man's skull, drawing up and back in large black horns. His eyes are glowing fully now, and there's a sharpness to his teeth like each one is a blade now. Hands draw down your body, over your habit feeling at it openly. And you moan.

"Will you let me love you, darling?" He no longer uses your title, endearments rolling out of his tongue. "Give into your lust. Join me, my dove." He moves up to cup your chin, to keep you gazing at him. Steady and gentle.

You cannot remember when you felt so safe.

Another sob breaks out of you while you nod. And the devil moves forward, to kiss your tears away and assure you everything will be alright.

You pray to your new Lord, that it will be.

#silco x reader #silco x f!reader #mdni #silco #I was going to make this more but eh #have some fun Silco

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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What normal day life jobs would arcane characters have? I feel like Sevika would either own her own gym or be a firefighter

This is a really fun ask Anon! I never thought about this before.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, overworking, teasing, flirting

A/N: Arcane time again! It feels like it's been forever since s1 aired right?

Jinx would be an engineer. She always comes home covered in motor oil and grease. Even though she always wears gloves she gets blisters from working a lot and has pretty rough hands.

Sometimes she gets tired but she tries not to let it show too much, she just says she needs her powernap while cuddling with you and she's all set to go for another day.

"Ya were waiting up for me sugar? Ya didn't have to do that, I called you when I closed up didn't I? Had a little trouble on the way home so I had to improvise, might need to take the car to a shop soon. Or I can... what? I can fix it! The engine went poof one time sugar! One time."

Vi has her own gym, she used to be a MMA fighter before but now she works for herself, her own rules. It makes you worry less about her too.

As much as you loved seeing her in the ring you were also very worried about her well being a lot of the time. Now you have less to worry about when she goes to work and she still gets to show off for you when ever you visit the gym. You have a special membership.

"Here to work out with me sweet stuff? Or maybe you're here to watch? I'm fine either way, you know I love you watching me. We can hop into the shower later, I'm gonna be all sweaty and... wet. Hey don't hide behind the towel, let me see that cute face I missed so much."

Caitlyn would either be a police officer or a private detective because of her brilliant deduction skills. She tries not to talk about work a lot but sometimes you can see her mind wonder to a case she's working on.

Her work comes with risks of course but you know she's always being as careful as she can. She often comes home late, especially if it's a bug case she's working on but she also doesn't mind when you visit her in her office. In fact you're more then welcome to.

"Darling what is it? That time already? Time flies I suppose. Yes, I'll finish up soon. Just need to sort out some paperwork for the man we arrested. What's the arrest for? Oh come now, you know I can't disclose that. For your safety too. It wasn't that interesting anyway. It's always interesting when I'm talking about it? Are you flirting with me? Right now? Well good thing these walls are soundproof then."

Ekko works as a repair man, on anything from kitchen appliances to car engines. Because of this he too can come home a little smudged but he's never too dirty for a kiss and hug.

Because of his work he can fix up anything you need around your home, and he might do it for a little longer then needed just to put on a little show for you.

"Broken again? Firefly be honest, is it really or do you just want to see me on my back again? Ha alright, alright I'll take a look, but I swear if its... oh... that is... really, really broken. What the hell did you do to it? Not to worry, as you know I'm very good with my hands."

Silco would be a pharmacist. But he'd also be into pharmaceutical development as well. He's very passionate about what he does and often has books stacked up on his desk, even at home.

You could listen to him talk about his work for hours even if you don't fully understand everything. And no he will not prescribe you just anything, he knows how hooked people can get on those.

"Books on the desk? I'm sorry about that darling, I'll gather them up later I promise. A customer of mine had an allergic reaction to something that was prescribed to them so I'm trying to work out what I could suggest that would help with their problem. You also have a problem? Oh, that kind of problem. I see. Well let's see what I can do about that."

Sevika is a bodyguard but she does have a wide martial arts background. Due to her intimidating stature she can resolve most conflicts without force but she does enjoy a little skirmish every now and then.

You actually met because she was hired to guard you. Of course it was a little inappropriate at the time but when her job was finished she was more than happy to take you out on a date.

"What you looking at me like that for sugar lips? I look handsome? Well I should damn well hope you find me hot since we're dating. It was hard to keep your hands off me when we met? Oh I would have been more than happy to pin you against a wall and spread your legs. But I am a professional. Lucky for me you wanted to see again after."

Viktor would be a science professor. He does like inventing as well but he likes to take the opportunity to teach people the things he knows and maybe be an inspiration for them.

He loves reading and grading papers, seeing how his students think and encouraging them to look a different angles for solutions. You always feel happy when you see him grade a test and then he gets that proud smile on his face while doing so.

"I'll be done soon darling, just have a few more of these to get through. I think they are improving yes, quite quickly I might add. Because they have a great teacher? You flatter me my love. But thank you. What exactly do you want me to grade you on? Oh. Oh! Well I'm no expert at the topic myself, perhaps you could demonstrate for me?"

Jayce would be an inventor. Definitely has a membership in the gym so he could easily be mistaken for having a different job. He's too passionate about his job to do other things through.

Well other then you. You're his absolute favorite thing to do. When he gets home that is. He has been known to send flirty messages sometimes and has had an eureka moment while talking to you. He's very cute when he's concentrated.

"Hold on babe, this will just take a second, I need to write this down before I forget. Then you can have my full attention again. I swear you're some kind of lucky charm or something. Maybe you can go to work with me sometime, having you there might get the juices flowing faster. Not those juices! Get your mind out of the gutter."

Mel is a really good painter. It started out as a hobby but she took the initiative to make it her full time job. Has considered teaching it but is happy just drawing for now.

Will sketch you a lot, her book is full of sketches of you. She calls you her artblock destroyer. It also helps that you're really pleasing to look at. And no she will not show you each and every one since in her opinion some are too rough and scratchy.

"Hold still darling, I can't capture the pose if you keep moving like this. Yes I have other paintings to work on but you... it's relaxing to look at you. And if you be a good model for me I might be convinced to give you a little reward later. That's right, so keep still for me just a little longer."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanons

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abitohoney · 1 year

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Salutations!

So what— wh-what do your muses… smell like? (*ﾉ∀`*) FOR SCIENCE

Greetings Anon! I love science (actually I love math, but science and engineering are also good)...

Uhhh... Well, considering the nature of most of my content, I'd have to say sex. All of my muses smell like sex. 😆 Jokes aside, here's a list of my main arcane muses and what I think they smell like. Below the cut cause it's kinda lengthy (probably more than you were looking for).

Also, thanks to @master-sass-blast for some of these ideas (in red text to give credit where credit is due)! ❤️

Sevika:

Cigars; something lightly smoky, with hints of spice

Whiskey; woodsy, with hints of honey or caramel

Leather, cause I'm pretty sure her top and/or arm guards are made from leather

Shimmer, but only for a brief period after using it. I imagine this smells somewhat acidic and chemical.

Similarly, I bet her mech arm smells like burning electronics/oil/chemicals for some time after fueling it with shimmer, esp when she uses the plasma blade.

Any other time I bet her prosthetic smells like the oil/grease she has to use on the joints of all those moving parts.

Probably can't even smell the soap she uses, as it's overpowered by everything else. Buuuut... maybe just after she washes, you can catch a hint of her shampoo in her hair. Something like honey and vanilla. Or, I could also see her using that 3 in 1 crap, which I don't even know how to describe that smell... cheap? (she's just efficient!)

Blood and/or sweat; after a fight, sparring, or working out

Grayson:

Fresh and clean. I imagine she uses very simple soaps, both on her hair/body as well as her clothing.

Woodsy, specifically pine. Reminiscent of the time she spends in the forest during tournaments and target practice.

Gunpowder smoke if she's recently been out shooting

Champagne, her drink of choice; citrus, fruity, with hints of spice

Coffee; the good stuff though. I imagine she started drinking coffee to get through long days as an Enforcer, and it eventually just became a habit even at home

Starch; on the days she works, I bet that uniform smells super crisp and clean

Ran:

Smoke. Even though I don't think they smoke, they spend enough time at The Last Drop to inherit a smoky scent similar to Sevika's.

Shimmer. Between all the time spent at The Last Drop, and partaking in their own fair share of vaping shimmer, they probably carry that acidic/chemical smell with them as well.

Gin and tonic; their drink of choice, with hints of juniper and citrus

Something sort of... gothic? Like cloves and patchouli, from the soaps and/or perfume/cologne they wear.

Starch and bleach; that white shirt of theirs looks pretty crisp and clean (although how the hell anybody in the Undercity can have anything white is beyond me)

Blood and/or sweat; as mentioned with Sevika, after a fight, sparring, or working out

Silco:

Cigars; similar to Sevika with that light smoky and spicy scent, though probably a bit stronger and more refined, since he smokes the big fancy ones.

Whiskey, also similar to Sevika (I mean these two are like the closest thing to friends a crime lord and a mech brute can be, so they share tastes in some of the finer things). But I think his preferred whiskey has slightly different smell; still woodsy, but with a hint of something nutty

Dapper Dan pomade (lol. Dude's got to use something to slick that wild hair back like that); so a sort of waxy scent, like an unscented candle. Maybe if he uses a scented version he'd go for one that smells a bit like vintage cologne

Foundation, since he's apparently a bit vain and feels the need to cover his scars (but he's beautiful the way he is!)

Paint (like the strong, toxic kind because that's likely all you can get in the Undercity) if he's recently been around Jinx

Shimmer if he's recently received his dose, so that acidic/chemical smell

#arcane #Sevika #Grayson #Ran #Silco #arcane imagines #arcane sevika #arcane grayson #arcane ran #arcane silco #honey writes

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roxnpens · 4 months

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Firefly

Chapter Four: Happy now!?

TW: [Gore], [violence]

Chapter summery

You go with Silco on a mission for the Rebels and things… don’t turn as you want them to…

Taglist:

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We wear red so they don't see us bleed

Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve

We intend not to sleep 'til we're dead

Drink our problems right out of our heads

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Here comes trouble

(Trouble)

Valerie Broussard - Trouble

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It’s been a few weeks since your “lovely” encounter with Silco. Meanwhile you took it upon yourself to reorganize the bar. Meaning: getting it clean, organizing the cupboards for the different glasses, getting a decent tub system for a small coin, making an ACTUAL card for the drinks and beverages the Drop has to offer.

It was nothing short of a miracle that you managed to get the Drop into a decent shape, since the “tools” you were given were either broken or not present. Of course every now and then you had to weld things - which you did… every time the people were gone or not paying attention to where you went. Then you sneaked out and used your fire powers to do the welding.

But you also made some new friends. A young man named Benzo - who’s very resourceful when it comes to mechanics. He helped you get the tub system up and running. Then there was Zachariah, Alfie, Nokkad, Zer and Ive. Just a handful of the men that stare you down at the first encounter at the Drop. Some of them still believe Vander is turning the rebellion into an orphanage for all the cast outs of the Undercity. But you managed to prove a lot of them wrong by improving the Drop with the knowledge of bartending and bar-management.

Silco still manages to stay out of your way. Not like you really need him anywhere near you, while working the bar. But every now and then he comes to the side of the bar and asks:

“Can you still get a normal drink around here? Or are these cupboards just filled with fancy Topside stuff?”

He won't go out of his way anytime soon, and you don't expect him to. So you silently give him a beer - the best Undercity drink you currently have. He takes it and gets into his personal corner in the drop, where he relaxes alone or with one talkbuddy.

One morning Vander called all of the “rebels” together. You were about fifteen rounded around a table with a map in its midst.

“Alright…”, Vander starts. “…we need to start to get into the Enforcers' thinking, their routes, their mechanics. And for that: I'll pair you up to cover a larger area at once and not draw much attention to yourself.”

Everybody gets paired up… except Silco and you. Silco gives off a growl of displeasure and starts arguing with him.

“Vander… you can't be serious. You pair me with the new girl? The little girl? Pair me up with Benzo - it’ll work better than me working with… with this.. TODDLER.."

Vander sighs and turns his attention to Silco: “She’s not a toddler - she is pretty good and has a good eye. You’re both smart and have very good awareness of your surroundings. THAT’S why I paired you two and now go out there and find something out. Take the River-Side-Area… heard the Enforcers are gathering there more often these days - might be worth a visit.”

Then Vander turns around and walks off to tend the bar.

Silco sighs big time and turns to you. “Let's go - I want this to be over soon…”

“For a change: I couldn't but agree…”, you admit.

Together with Silco you walk towards the “River-Side” area. It’s a less populated area, based next to a river whose waters were polluted by the chemicals they pumped into it from the weapon factory that was just a stones throw away from the river. It smells bad. Really bad. Like you stick your head into the chemicals themselves. But it's not as bad as it once was.

Silco walks two steps in front of you, scanning his surroundings with an eagle eye, with these beautiful cerulean gems.

You shake your head.

No, no, no, no - not the time, not the place for thoughts like that!

Suddenly he holds you by your arms and pulls you behind a corner. “SHHH!” Together you watch a couple Enforcers rounding the block. Over Silcos shoulder you watch them walking around cautiously, always trying to keep an eye on the people around them and passing them. It was more than suspicious.

“They’re way too cautious for a normal patrol…”, you mindlessly say aloud.

Silco rolls his eyes. “Did you just deduce that yourself, Professor? What would I ever do without your great mind…”

“Fuck you Silco…”, you storm off in the direction of the Enforcers.

His eyes grow big in confusion and glance with a touch of anger. “What in the world is your problem woman?? Don’t go right at them or you'll get yourself killed!”

“Yeah… like you?”, annoyance drips from your voice. You are far too pissed off by him to calm your voice down.

“Listen girly, if you wanna help - help. If not: STAND. OUT. OF. MY. WAY. GIRLY”, Silcos eyes narrows you down and the both of you stand face to face again.

You make an angry - mouth closed outcry and step around him - just away from him… but definitely in the wrong direction. You walk head first into a brought shouldered enforcer. You slowly look up to the man but the only thing you can see is his eyes.

“Hey rat - Watch where you’re going.”, the enforcer sounds pissed and pushes you back so you fall against Silco.

"HEY!! Get away.” Silco pushes you away from him.

“Stop it!”, you retort and the both of you almost start a fistfight, when suddenly the enforcers surround you. Silco and you now stand back to back, facing the enforcers.

“Ey boys… time the rats learn how to be quiet and how to have respect.” the enforcer you bumped into said and even though you can’t see his face - you know he’s smiling in anticipation.

„Happy now!?“ you ask Silco. Your anger and annoyance about the situation is audible. With that your little fight begins. You take on the enforcer right in front of you by blocking his incoming fist and catching his other as he tries again. With his one fist in your grasp, you first punch him to the gut and then his face. The force of your punch knocks him off his feet and on the ground. You dodge a punch from an enforcer to your side and get a glimpse of Silco fighting back the enforcers on his side. His stance is like that of an amateur boxer - not the best technique but definitely not the worst either. He manages to get the enforcers of his neck, even though he cashes some punches.

Suddenly a strong punch hits your shoulder blade - it’s a sharp pain that goes right through every nerve of your chest and into your arms. The pain triggers your arcane magic right underneath your skin - the magic begins bubbling up from your bones and searching its way up through the fibers of your body.

No, no, no, no, no - not now!!

You panic in your head. It’s not the right time to set this place ablaze anytime soon!!

With great mental pain and effort you manage to keep your magic in check. But now you're angry - you’ve been through pain again… the thing you never wanted anymore. You turned your face - looking the enforcer that hurt you dead in the eye. The enforcer stumbled backwards - rigid with fear. Your pupil changed color to a blazing orange - the color of your fire. Unfortunately when your magic activates, your eyes change color. You attacked the enforcer right away - planting a heel roundhouse kick in his face which instantly knocked him out. Lucky for you, your eye color changes back to normal and you attack the next enforcer.

Once you knocked the third one out, you looked around for Silco. You see him struggling with two enforcers. He managed to knock two of them out, but the last two really gave him a hard time. You rushed to him and guarded his right side. He gave you a short look of appreciation and focused on the enforcers ahead. Now both of them were no problem anymore and you quickly knocked them out.

“Not bad…” Silco smiled slightly and it was a beautiful smile.

“Thanks.. not bad yours…”

“I wasn’t finished!”, Silco said in a sharp tone. “Not bad… for a little girl.”

You roll your eyes and now Silco laughs aloud.

From the cornor of your eye you noticed a movement - one of the enforcers Silco knocked out wasn’t as knocked out as he pretended to be. Be rose, this breathing mask was torn off and his nose bled. The enforcer pulled a knife from his boot - a 7cm blade, nothing bad, standard enforcer equipment. But he charged from his spot, aiming at Silco!

“Move!!” you yell. You shove him aside and place yourself in his stead. The knife hit your left shoulder from the front, piercing your flash and got stuck at with its hilt.

Silcos eyes widen in surprise and when the blade hits in… how could you name it? Fear? Surprise? As if you just did the most selfless thing pushing him to the side.

He regained his composure when the hilt of the knife got to your shoulder. Silco tackles the enforcer to the next wall and punches him twice in the face. The enforcer faints and slides down the wall - now really knocked out.

Silco sprints to you, “Girl!! Are you crazy for taking such a blow?? You could have been killed!! Janna…”

“Relax… it’s a flesh wound… nothing that won’t heal… in time.” you groan and little by little your adrenaline wears off. You begin to feel the pain and it costs you a lot of strength to keep your eyes from changing. It costs you so much that moving proves difficult for you. You begin to shiver like you’re freezing and Silco unfortunately picks up on it.

“Girl… let’s get you home or at least to the drop then I can get you fixed.”

He grabs you by the waist and lays your healthy arms around his shoulder.

“First of all: my name is not ‘Girl’ and second…” to your own surprise you mildly smile at him “…thanks Silco.”

He smiles back and the both of you leave the River-Side-Area.

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