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how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument //HC
Summary: how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument?
Includes: Ekko, Silco
a/n: No proof read, have fun reading and dont be shy requesting, I love request.
Ekko:
Well, it happened in a bad argument
You had a fight because he didn't seem to understand that he should take care of himself and that you were worried about him.
"Don't you understand?" he was almost shouting "I am the leader of the Firelights! I can't play it safe while my allies risk their lives and die in battle! I don't have time for this!"
"I'm just worried about you, Ekko. If you would just be a little more carefu-" "If you wouldn't be so childish, we wouldn't be arguing right now!" "You know that's not true!"
“oh fuck off! You just don't want me to go because you don't want me to be out with the others!”
"What are you talking about! I don't care about that. I just don't want you to die!" Now you were desperately screaming with thick tears running down your cheek and leaving red streaks on your face
He wouldn't listen to you. He just pushed you away and didn't seem to care about your feelings. But you did care about him. Just the thought that he would die someday on a mission turned your stomach in an unpleasant way.
your suppressed sobs filled the now silent room
only now he seemed to notice your tears- his eyes widened slightly
"Shit, Firefly I-I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to make you cry. Shit. Forgive me.
The boy stuttered in panic as he tried to gently wipe your tears from your face.
"I'm sorry, I really am." he whispered as he spread little kisses all over your face. little 'I love you's' after each kiss
you scrunched your nose and mumbled "I just don't want you to get hurt. I know what you do is important, but every time you leave, I'm afraid you won't come back. That's scares me.
“’m sorry, Firefly.” he said after he kissed you on the nose.
"I try to be more careful. It's just that as a leader, I can't play it safe. Everyone relies on me."
"I know," you sighed as you pressed your face into his chest.
"Come on I'll make it up to you." he said with a smile as he picked you up and threw you on the bed.
you shrieked when he did that. "Here comes the tickle monster! Gaaahhh!!!"
A few hours later you two were lying in bed. Legs tangled together. Your head was on his chest.
"Babe?" asked Ekko since you two hadn't talked in a while. "Mmm, Noodle Doodle?" he chuckled.
Slowly he turned to you till you were facing each other. His breath over your lips.
A quick kiss- "I love you, Y/n" "Mhm, I love me too." he pinched your side. "Ouch, I'm kidding! I love you too big baby."
Silco:
He's a busy man, everybody knows that.
so it was clear that he missed dates or couldn't spend as much time with you as he did sitting at his desk writing papers
but sometimes it looked like he liked the paperwork more than he liked you
And when he missed your anniversary, something inside you burst. And before you knew it, razor-sharp words flew between the two of you.
"I'm just saying you should spend a little more time with me! Hell, you even missed our anniversary!"
"It's just a day like any other! Don't be so resentful. I just have to work a lot not like you! Why do you think I am where I am right now!"
"I don't want you to give up all your work! I just want maybe one hour with my boyfriend! It would be enough if you would sleep in my room, but hell you always fall asleep on your desk!" you said with a raised voice.
it was too much for you. Couldn't he understand? Couldn't he sacrifice even a few minutes for you, was that too much to ask? angry tears pooling in your eyes
he straightened up, trying to strengthen his dominance.
"Fine!" you snorted, walking past him. If he didn't want your company, you wouldn't bother him. Silco sighed, "Y/n-" too late, because you slammed the door to his office and ran into your room.
Hours passed. Silco was not looking for you. It was better that way. You looked terrible. Red eyes, a runny nose, tousled hair and a damn headache.
At some point Sevika came to look for you.
"you look like shit." "Mhm" "Ok what happened?" "Nothing." "I'll talk to him."
she went to him and told him no matter what kind of fight you had, you should end it and that it bothers everyone
silco just sighed and stroked his hair back.
Sevika was right, he knew that. He himself noticed how his thoughts drifted to you, his concentration dwindled.
He let himself sink back into his chair. It did not help. He has to talk to you.
You were lying under your thick blanket when a firm knock broke the silence
The door was opened and Silco entered the darkness of your room
"Y/n-" "What do you want?" you said somewhat briskly with a hoarse voice from all the crying.
Your back turned to him
He sat down on your bed, his weight made the mattress dip a bit
"Love, look at me” you turned around
His breath caught a little when he saw your red eyes. Had it really affected you that much? When he thought about it, he had really acted a bit coldly.
He exhaled a deep puff of air and put his cold hand on your puffy face
"I'm sorry darling. I didn't pay attention to your feelings and reacted coldly. That was childish of me. I know how much that means to you. and i hope i can make it up to you for the missed anniversary”
"Even if it's just a day like any other?" you said with a raised brow
“I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it" he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead
"Mhmmmmm you have to make it up to me with 100- no 1000 kisses. And I want cuddles." you command in a childish demanor
“Everything you want darling.”
#ekko x reader angst/fluff#silco x reader angst fluff#leauge of legends imagine#leauge of legends writing#arcane ekko x reader#arcane silco x reader#arcane angst to fluff#arcane crying in an argument
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NS//FW ALPHABET .vi
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VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER
☆ WARNINGS - smut, nsf//w themes, much much more but unfortunately i will not be typing them all out because this entire post is around sexual themes, read at your own risk ! intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
AFTERCARE, what they're like after sex
vi likes to be a little rough, this is no secret to you or her. but she makes sure to change that as soon as it's over. she'll take the harness off her hips, discarding it before crawling back up to you, placing kisses on your cheek and shoulder. "you okay?" always wanting to know what's going on inside you're head. "was it okay? too rough? no?" of course she likes it rough, so do you, neither of you would have it any other way but she also wants to make sure that you can communicate your limits, even through your fucked out glossy lips. "good girl, that feel better?" she'll already be rubbing cream on the little bruises, whether it was on your hips or across your ass. she doesn't care where it hurts, all she cares is to make it better. "my pretty girl, did so well." she'll make sure to murmur as she cleans your bottom half with a cloth, trying to ignore your broken whimpers as she coos, attempting to shush you. you'll both sleep naked, skin to skin with your arms woven around her neck, hers around your waist and holding you close.
BODY PART, her favourite body part of hers and also yours
it's no secret that you're obsessed with her arms, it made her a little obsessed with them too. she loves her biseps, the way they flex and most importantly, the way you stare at them, all wet-mouthed when they do. she also loves the strength in her arm to keep you pinned against the bed, stopping you from writhing under her or the way they sit at either side of your head, watching you get wide eyed at feeling a little trapped yet awfully flustered. she loves how much you love them.
she adores all of you, truly every inch of your body but she'd be lying if she said she didn't love those thighs impossibly more. she loves grabbing at them, pushing your little skirts and dresses up to reveal the skin that she can push and pinch at. she adores nothing more than being inside you, head thrown back yet still, her hands are on those precious thighs, kneading and playing with the plush skin. they're like two stressballs in her hands and you can't help but writhe against her as she does so.
CUM, anything to do with cum really
vi can squirt pretty easily, it just comes naturally to her. but what she loves even more than squirting is making you squirt. when you'd looked away, all shy and embarrassed after telling her you'd never been able to squirt before, she just had to take it on as a challenge. and when she was fingering you, pumping her fingers in and out as her mouth sucked on your clit, she couldn't help but grin at the spurts coming from your cunt. "atta girl." she'd coo, pulling her mouth away and pressing a slap to your pussy. "that's it, good girl." all proud of herself for being able to achieve the said impossible.
DIRTY SECRET, a dirty secret of hers
vi wouldn't call herself a criminal. sure, she spent her fair share inside stillwater though she thought those circumstances were sort of unnecessary. she thought once she got out, she'd left her thief days behind her. not that she'd call it stealing, she always said she was just doing what she needed to survive. but if that were true, your white cotton panties wouldn't be hidden in her drawer or your lacy pink ones wouldn't be sitting in her back pocket. she was so discrete about it, waiting until you'd turned away or even walked away for a second before slipping them between her fingers and into the back of her pants, right in the pocket. she was good at being sly about it, after all, she'd had practice. you'd come back, looking through your laundry basket or the folded clothes on your bed, brows knit together all confused. "something wrong, cupcake?" she'd question, pretending not to be interested as her eyes studied the comic book that had been sitting on your bed or something or other. "jus' looking for something." you'd mumble distractedly, fishing through your clothes once more, you'd think you'd gone insane. but vi then turned her attention on you, feigning confusion. "what're you looking for?" she'd smirk at the way you'd flush then, turning away. "n-nothing."
EXPERIENCE, how experienced is she? does she know what she's doing?
you know, most people think vi doesn't have much experience seeing as she was in prison for a couple years but i BEG TO DIFFER. you cannot tell me this girl wasn't getting around behind those bars. every lunch, every dinner, every time she got out, she was eyeing up someone knew. she didn't care whether they were desperate or played hard to get, she had no preferences when it came to that prison, not that she had a lot to work with anyway. but aside from that, she was pretty much open to just about anything. she didn't care who it was, if they were willing to give, she was willing to take. though, it was often in the most uncomfortable places in the world. in the janitors closet or some other remote area where she wouldn't get caught. times could get tough inside prison and sometimes all you needed was to blow off some steam and get that anger out which is exactly what she did. i think vi would be very experienced in that department which is why it was so different when it came to you. both in a soft bed, no pressure, no need for stress relief. it came calm to her, like she didn't have to rush unlike the people in the prison where if the quickie didn't hurry up, they'd be getting caught by enforcers. which is probably not what one would want to see as they... you know, finish?
FAVOURITE POSITION, self explanatory
I think vi likes having you in missionary. there's something about her holding you close, one hand coming beneath your chin to force your head up. "look at me when you take it, 'kay baby?" her voice filled with little whimpers here and there because as much as she tried to stay strong, she couldn't help the way you made her feel. she wants you to keep eye contact all the time, forcing you to look at her whenever your eyes drift away or shut closed. when you're mumbling about being close and she can feel your cunt tightening around the strap, she can't help but grab your face roughly again. "look at me when you cum." it's not a suggestion nor question, it's an order.
GOOFY, is she humorous in the moment? does she make jokes?
during sex, vi is usually serious. she's not serious in a scary way that would make you rigid but she doesn't often bring in goofiness to the situation either, unless, of course, you'd asked her to. she wouldn't mind if you'd asked her for something more lighthearted but when vi has sex, her usual instincts take over. she becomes a much more serious person, her entire mind switching to one thing, pleasuring you. the whole point was to make sure you felt good and the last thing she wanted to do was make you insecure in any way. with that being said, she might murmur a couple things with a humorous chuckle. "yeah? you like that cupcake?" when she does something slightly out of your guys' normality. but of course, she knows you like it by the way your back is arching and moans fall freely. but she can't help it but tease.
HAIR, how is she groomed? does the carpet match the drapes?
i'd imagine that vi shaves pretty regularly. something about being in prison for so long and not exactly having the option to. now, she has a sense of freedom about it and seeing as she can have longer showers and such i can imagine that she'd be in there for over an hour, shaving too. it also probably makes her feel a little cleaner after being in the prison (not that it's dirty not to shave some people just find it makes them feel cleaner afterwards) but when it comes to you, she really doesn't care. she'd probably prefer you to be a little shaved but i don't think she'd care to the extreme that you'd have to be bald or anything like that. she'd just prefer you to trim, at least, otherwise, you're good! as long as it's not too much.
INTIMACY, how is she in the moment through romantic aspect?
vi prefers it intimate. even if she's degrading you, perhaps she's praising you, either way, she's worshipping your body completely. being in the prison, she's had so much meaningless sex that this is so important for her, you're important to her. and having sex is one of the most vulnerable things you can do. she wants not only you to be comfortable but herself to be too. she's not big on 'fucking around and getting it over with' not anymore, at least. with you, she likes to take things slow, even if it's teasing. but don't get me wrong, you can still take things slow to a intimate level and still make sure you're covered in bruises and looking up at her with big watery eyes. she supposes it's just the aspect of caring. there's a difference between degrading some random girl in the janitors closet than degrading you, her beautiful cupcake, even if she's calling you a pathetic slut. even her praises are laced with love, strangely enough.
JACK OFF, anything to do with masturbation
vi doesn't masturbate a whole bunch. she's done it many times before, of course, as everyone has but she's not the biggest fan of it. she prefers to feel someone else. before, when she was in the prison, she could have any girl she wanted at her fingertips so she didn't need to. but now that it's just you and her, she has you in her clutch almost always. but of course, as every relationship, there are times when you guys can't be together. and if she's horny then, she has no problem trailing her hand down her own pants, rubbing one out to the thought of you. even if you're not there, you're still the only thing plaguing her mind. she'll think of your whimpers and moans while trying to keep her own at bay. her head stuck in your pillow.
KINK, a kink of hers
don't get me wrong, you're one hundred and ten percent vi's pillow princess, she just loves having her fingers burried inside you and her mouth on your weeping cunt. she's just not always sweet about it. vi will edge you until you can't take it anymore. she loves the way she feels you clamping around her fingers, mumbling all needily about how you're close, so so close and it's as if one more pump of her fingers could do it for you. but before you finish, her hand is leaving your body, slapping down on your pussy gently before kissing your shoulders. she loves the way you cry out for her, tears filling your eyes and she has no problem mocking you afterwards. "awh, baby, were you close?" and you'll nod, all sniffly. all you needed was the sweet relief she'd promised you beforehand and yet it was the only thing she wasn't sticking to. it felt good, definitely, amazing even but you just needed to reach the edge and she was denying you of that. "poor thing." she'll push her hand down again, pleasuring and pleasing you until you're seeing stars. and just as you're ready to cum once more, that familiar knot inside your stomach, her hands leave you again. "stop whining." she'll murmur, slapping your cunt again. "or else you won't cum at all."
LOCATION, where is her favourite place to do it
vi prefers your bedroom. you have a big upcity house in piltover so the girl could live in your bed if she wanted. it was surely big enough. and with your massive house, walls so thick, she didn't have to worry about anyone hearing you both. there's a difference between you and the other girls she was with, she wanted to take her time with you, make sure you were as comfortable as she would so she could touch you in all the places that she wanted to. vi thought that being comfortable was important and for her, she didn't think she'd be so comfortable doing the things she wanted to you in a public bathroom or a friends house. she loves having you in your bed, the scent of you filling the room, everything was so unique and fit to your personality. she loves being surrounded by your sheets when you finish or having your music player in the corner of the room, one of your favourite songs a low murmur as you whimper and whine into her shoulder, trying to keep your noises down but as always, she didn't like that. "don't do that, wanna hear you." because you had the power to be as loud as you pleased seeing as you were home and comfortable.
MOTIVATION, what turns her on and gets her going
vi isn't someone that would get mega turned on easily although it's seemingly always in the back of her head to try and turn you on. she's done it so much that she now does it subconsciously. she doesn't mean to talk to you in that tone at the worst possible moments but when she does, she can see it on your face what she's done. that is what gets her going. she loves when you suddenly get all flustered, a little bashful, especially in front of people. perhaps you're trying to talk to cait when she puts a hand around your waist, touching you a little too much for it to mean nothing. she loves seeing the way your cheeks heat up and you suddenly stumble on your words. she just loves putting you into your place, watching you get all subby and dumb for her so quickly. the way you'll look at her to finish your words for you, or stand a little closer, almost behind her. she loves the way you lean on her mentally, making it seem as though you were incapable of doing anything without the help of your vi. then, at least, everyone would be able to grasp the fact that you were off limits.
NO, something she wouldn't do, turn offs
pick this as you please, there's no kink shaming on this blog ! 🩷
ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, ect
vi's a giver. and she's good at what she does. she knows this, you know this, it appears as though everyone does. and this makes her awfully confident. she loves having her strong bisep holding down your hips as she licks you out, lapping you up like a dog without any shame. she loves the sound of squelching that you both unintentionally make and she relishes in it. she watches your back arch off the bed and smirks against you, her tongue embedding itself in your hole. however, if you did want to give, she wouldn't exactly have a problem with it. she'd have you lying on your back, looking up at her through your lashes as she sits herself on your face. "look so pretty under me." she'll murmur as she gets herself off on your face, her hips rolling as you did everything in your power to make her feel good, licking and lapping at her with your little kitten licks. she was so good to you, it was only fair that you gave her the same feeling back in return.
PACE, is she fast, slow, stamina, ect
vi has stamina like you've never seen before. when she has her strap embedded deep inside you, it's like she can't stop. she's rough with her hands grasping your hips and thighs, squeezing the plush as she fucks herself into you over and over. vi loves edging as we know, but the night usually ends with overstimulation. and between both that and the roughness or her hands on your body, you're so fucked out and subby by the end of it that you're practically putty in her hands. vi can go many rounds all while holding her fast pace without so much of a stutter of her hips, she can withstand much more than you can with her high stamina so if you're willing to let her, she'll use you like her little toy for as long as she pleases once you're fucked out and crying into the mattress.
QUICKIES, her opinion on them? how often? ect
not the biggest fan. don't get me wrong, of course you turn vi on. sometimes, she's sitting in a restaurant with her legs folded over themselves, squeezing them together as she tries to stop thinking about it. she fails, of course. every little thing that you do, looking at her with your doe eyes, your bottom lip between your teeth, even your grabby hands at her biceps, you make her go crazy sometimes. but as badly as she wants to bend you over the bathroom counter and take you then and there, she won't. this way, she won't get to spend all her time using you, won't get to take her time when dragging your panties down your legs or edging then overstimulating you until you can't walk. but that doesn't mean she won't tease. and boy, does this girl love to tease. she'll put her hands all over your body, squeezing at your thigh or pushing them around your waist. she speaks to you in the very tone that has your face hot as rocks and whispers things in your ear. but she won't take you then and there. she'll wait, until she thinks the time is right. then, she'll make a steady exit with you in her arms, bringing you right on home. as soon as you reach home, she's making her move. and as you moan with your eyes rolled back as her hand reaches your puffy clit, she can't help but grin. "this what you wanted, hm? got you all pent up, huh? so mean." she'll mutter, ready to finally put you where she wants you.
RISK, is she game to experiment? does she take risks?
usually, vi isn't one to take risks, she likes having you inside your big bedroom, everything so you as she fucks the stars out of your head. with that being said, you did still live with your parents. and sure, your walls were thick enough but sometimes, just sometimes, there may be a couple... complications. if vi is fucking you, she's not stopping. it's her rule. so, if your mother is at the door, twisting the knob and asking why your door is locked, you're trying to respond in the steadiest voice you can. "'m j-jus'- nngh- exercising, mom!" worst excuse ever but it's all you could come up with as her fingers are stuffed in your hole. "are you alright?" she'll ask hearing the noise you'd tried to keep at bay. you mentally cursed yourself. "think i-i hurt my leg, 'm fine!" she'd ask if you needed help to which you'd instant tell her no. with a strange expression, she'd walk away from your door. "such a peculiar child." or, if someone was calling you, you'd ignore it. vi though, she'd always answer her phone, no matter the situation. "yes?" her voice wil ring through the phone, despite the fact that her fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. when the person at the other side of the phone would ask what the sound was at one of your particular whimpers, vi would smirk. "i got a dog." she'd almost laugh. "a dog?" they'd question, in confusion. "yeah, a cute little bitch." you though, were too fucked out to care.
STAMINA, how many rounds can she go for? how long does she last?
like i said before, you'd never met someone with the stamina that vi had. it was truly unearthly, you thought it was slightly concerning, actually. vi threw you around like a rag dog, her big arms allowing her to do so as she fucked her strap into you, strings of curses and moans falling from her lips. it would get to the part of the night where you're just too fucked out to even say anything, babbling though you were sure they weren't even real words, the only thing you could say was one particularly short word, vi's name. it was exactly how vi wanted it, she wished for the only thing to be running through your head to be her and that pretty pink strap in your hole. vi can last long too, it's almost incredible how she can fuck at least two orgasms out of you before cumming herself. however, when she does eventually finish, she likes to make sure that you're right on the edge too so you can do it together, there's something so intimate about having her hands enveloping yours, both of you seeing nothing but white at the exact same time, your climax enveloping you.
TOYS, does she own toys? does she use them?
nothing is better than coming home and having you either bouncing on her cock or laying down as she pumped it into you, getting rid of every nerve in her body. though, as much as vi adored her strap, she'd be lying if she said it were her favourite thing to use on you. vi own's a vibrator and boy does she put it to good use. she doesn't care how you take it but if that vibrator is on your clit, she's going insane. it's one of the ones with the big wand so she'll force your legs up, holding it down to your clit and cooing as your back arches. "awh, feels good, sweets?" and you'll barely be able to respond, so wrapped up in your own thoughts and pleasure as the wand vibrates against you, sending shocks through your entire body. or perhaps she's using it on you both. she's done it before where she's hovered over you, rubbing her clit against yours and just before she gets close, she decides to add a little more fun to the mix. she'll place the vibrator between you two, watching as your clit is vibrated against it, her own doing the same as she holds back her noises, her juices mixing with your own. her favourite thing about scissoring is how messy it gets so when she's given the option to put a vibrator between you two, knowing it'll only get impossibly messier, she can't not take the opportunity.
UNFAIR, how much does she like to tease?
sometimes it seems as though vi knows you better than anyone else in the world, she likes to throw this around every now and then. like when your eyes flutter closed and your hole tightens against her fingers. she knows you so well, she knows that face and those strings of moans. "you close, baby?" she'll murmur against you and when you nod with a whimper, she'll take her fingers straight out of you, tongue coming down to lick the juices from it. you'll whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling cold and empty without her long fingers to fill you up. but when she asks what's wrong, you simply can't speak, all nervous and hot. she loves this side of you and uses it to her advantage multiple times. she likes when you're shy, but she makes sure you know it won't slide with her. "what is it you want, sweetheart? gotta say it or else you won't get it." but when you're merely whining, her hand will come down to press a slap on the outer fat of your thigh. "you have words." she'll remind you while grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her even through your glossy eyes. "use them." and when you do, you get your way as promised. as soon as you're babbling out the words about needing her fingers, her mouth, her strap, whatever it is you desire in that moment, she's pressing little kisses onto your skin. "see? wasn't so hard was it, pretty girl?"
VOLUME, how loud is she? what sounds does she make?
whimpers. what? she can't help it. poor girl just wants to please you by slamming her 'cock' into your cunt over and over, repeatedly hitting exactly where you need it. but the way the base of the strap hits against her so good, she can't help the whimpers that fall from her mouth. "hmmph, cupcake, y'feel so good." she'll mumble, too fucked out to degrade you. that's when you know it's gotten her, when you know she's close. when she's too wrapped up in her own mind, dizzy and seeing stars. she's not able to get the words out to call you her filthy slut so instead, the words tumbling out of her mouth are like praises, sweet nothings even. and when she knows you're getting close too, her mouth is like a waterfall that simply refuses to stop. she'll utter and mumble things to keep herself grounded, trying to focus the attention on you and not her flaming cheeks. "so g-good f'me, angel, always so good- huuh~" trying to utter the words before being stopped with a gasp, one that shows she's just as close as you are. the spurting feeling follows soon after.
WILD CARD, random head cannon
talking about herself in third person is something vi often does. whether she's alone, telling herself that everything will be fine she just has to fix it or she has you wrapped around her little finger, loving the sounds you make. your head will be looking down to her own face, sitting between your thighs, eyes trailing over the tattoo on her cheek. you'll be a whining mess, just wanting her to touch you so you can get your sweet release. her biceps will pin you down, holding you against the bed. "shh, baby, vi will make you feel good." talking about herself as if she isn't in her own body. though you have to be honest, she did hold that promise up as her head dipped further between your thighs, tongue flat against your clit and tasting you. or perhaps she has your face in the mattress, your ass up in the air as her strap fucks into you. you're whining as you squirt again and she just cant get enough of the juices flowing out of you. but you? you're mumbling and babbling incoherently about how you're making a mess. you'll be so worried about the juices falling all over your sheets and now it's getting so messy that you can't think of anything else. vi, though, to soothe your worries, merely fucks the strap so deep inside you that you can't think of anything other than her, soothing down the skin of your hips. "shh, sweetheart, vi'll clean up the mess either." reassuring you like the sweet girl she is.
X-RAY, what's going on underneath them clothes?
a bright pink strap. she loves the strap as it goes with her outfits, and her hair and everything else belonging to you. she loves having you bounce on it, whining about how you can't take it anymore but vi won't let you get out that easily. she's telling you to keep going or if she can truly see the exhaustion in your eyes, her hands are finding way to your hips, bouncing you up and down so you don't have to do any of the work. the last thing she needs is her princess getting too tired before she can finish with her. you also go slightly feral over her boobs. perhaps she's laying on her side, your legs propped up with rope she's bound against your body and you're just writhing. she has the vibrator sat pretty against your puffy clit. you're whining and whimpering, not able to keep still and before you know it, your lips are on her boobs. she's trying to contain her sounds, trying to hold the vibrator upright while your tongue swirls around her nipples. you can't get enough, just needing your mouth on something and the way her boobs feel snug between your lips, your warm drool falling all over the milky skin. you just can't contain yourself as you feel yourself approaching yet another orgasm. but this time, vi's too focused on the way your lips feel against her boobs to have any power left in her to tell you not to come.
YEARNING, how high is her sex drive?
sometimes, vi can't take the way you are around her. especially in public. the way you're grabbing at her or standing close yet a little behind her when interacting with other people. she just loves it so much that she's sure she could dick you down then and there. but, as said before, she lets the tension build up until you both break. but that doesn't mean she doesn't get horny quickly. my god, this girl cannot for the life of herself go through one day without feeling a wet splotch form in her boxers. then, she blames you. perhaps it was because you'd bent over once to pick something up or you had your hands behind your back and she'd imagined tying them that way. you'd always just stare up at her and ask her when she'd take accountability for merely being horny. she'd shrug her shoulders, telling you never. and you'd believe it.
ZZZ, how quickly does she fall asleep afterwards?
vi just has unlimited energy, it seems. when you guys are finished, she wants to make sure that you know you're safe, at home, with her. the sheets will be slightly messy but oh well, that's a tomorrow problem. Her main goal is to make sure you're okay. she'll place the wet rag where you need it, washing you off with the energy that she still has. then, you finally find yourself in her arms, her skin hot against your skin but thankfully the cold sheets offer a little relief. vi will talk to you while she's still awake, about anything and everything. just because she knows you like falling asleep to the sound of her voice and god knows she has enough energy to keep talking. "really?" you'll babble, all tired as your eyes are screwed shut. she's telling you random facts and stories that you've probably already heard before. yet every time, you seemed more impressed. "really, baby." and she'll only stop talking when she asks if you're still listening and receives no response. she knows you're sleeping so she tries to stay as still as she can while playing with your hair strands between her fingers, smiling softly at how good you were for her. she still has energy so she'll lay awake for a while but she won't leave, fearing you'll wake up and she wont be there. she wants you to know that she will be there, always.
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ᥫ᭡ HOLD ME WHEN IT GETS TOO MUCH ─ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓
Violet hasn’t been able to trust herself with anyone since coming back from Stillwater. She kept to herself, and only spoke to people when she really needed to, but other than that, she avoided any type of friendship and form of romance that she could. Simply to protect her feelings, emotions, vulnerability, and trust.
When she arrived home, it was different. Of course, everything was going to be different, she’s missed out on so many things over the years from being confined in a small space to looking at the same 4 walls for such a long period of time. She didn’t have that strive in her to find the people who knew what she looked like, what she sounded like, or who loved her. She wanted to seal herself off, not let anyone in and know her, the real her again.
What was the point of trying so hard to build up that relationship with someone when people would either hate you for ‘leaving’ or for completely falling off the face of the earth?
How would she gain the trust of those who cared & loved her again?
No one tried to search for her when she left, so why should she search for that little part of the care that was still there before she was gone?
It was simple, really. She couldn’t.
Vi felt like she didn’t deserve that second chance, because she pretty much became a ghost.
Until she spotted you the second she found herself cramming her way into the very crowded Last Drop.
To her, you were like a shining star. A star that couldn’t be brought down no matter how many rude customers you had to endure, or had to throw out. You were still fuckin’ smiling your way through your job. Had to break up a fight between two idiots arguing over something so pointless yet so big to them? She felt weak in the knees that you were still so polite and kind towards the two strangers. Wasn’t feeling the best? Vi envied how you pushed through without complaints. You were that light energy she didn’t even realize she was looking for until you had looked at her, waved her over and simply poured her a drink with a soft, gentle “on the house”
Simply & constantly believed that she didn’t think she deserved that second chance right?
You could see how.. disconnected she felt even though Zaun was is her home. Sure she would sit there and listen to you talk about what your day consisted of, and if anything exciting had happened but she wasn’t fully there. It was always like her body and brain weren’t even on the best terms because while she was there with you, it was like her soul had left and she was just.. a broken shell and had nothing going for her.
Over the weeks of getting to somewhat know the Violet you’ve heard about, you truly did realize how much she turned off at the mention of friends she once knew, or walked off at the mere mention of Powder. She didn’t wanna hear about how she let them down, nor did she want to relieve the pain she felt knowing she couldn’t protect them hard enough as so many would put it. Talking about it only made her feel shitter and want to crawl deeper into the dark pit she can never seem to fully crawl out from.
Realistically, it didn’t take her that long to open up to you, nor did it take her long to finally have her trust put into someone that she knew would keep it. Of course she was still skeptical if you were there to stay, but not having someone she could call for advice, or to just sit there and listen to her, drained her. Her social battery without being very social was killing her and to know she finally had you, someone she felt safe with to call somewhat home? That meant more to her than you’d ever know.
The time window was small, but big enough whenever she needed you. She needed you like butter needed bread. She needed you like paper needs glue. If you weren’t around, Violet would panic. Not because she felt harmed or scared of Zaun, but more or so was scared to be left alone with the thoughts only you knew about. The ones that slither in at random times of the day. Ones that crept up on her when she finally felt at peace for just a second. Your bright smile, those star shining eyes kept all of those horrendous thoughts spiralling through her mind, at a distance.
She may not have been around you for long periods of time, but she trusted you.
She might be scared to let you know of all the sacred stories she has to tell, but she believed you.
Violet believed you when you once on a cold night, whispered those 4 soft words; “I’m here for you”
That’s how one night she felt like she world was slowly closing in on her, she felt like breathing wasn’t an option because she simply couldn’t feel her heartbeat due to the feeling that all those thoughts, all the trauma, and the feeling of being alone, attacking her any given chance. Which is the same night she somehow turned up at your small apartment, drenched from the rain, teeth chattering as she just looked at you with those soft, big doe eyes, and eye bags that were darker than your usual cup of tea. It wasn’t until you heard how tired she sounded, that you could feel just how broken she felt.
“You’ve given me all this attention that I don’t think I deserve, you’ve helped me heal slowly and you’ve been there when I thought I lost everyone so I'm begging you, just for tonight… no talking, no thinking, can you just hold me instead? please i just need you to hold me.. because I’m scared I’m forgetting what being held felt like”
Right now she’s not okay, but as time goes on she will heal and you’ll be there every step of the way. Even if that means holding her every single night while she cries her heart out to you, and you’re there listening. She’ll knows she will be okay, with you by her side.
Her home.
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# 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 december 12th, 2023 . . .
— ( ♱ ) 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒. vi x female!reader.
—( 𝓼ynopsis ) you told her not to fight, and she came home with more bruises for you.
—( 𝓬ontains ) angst to fluff.
— ( 𝔀arnings ) mentions of blood.
vi sat on the edge of the now blood-stained bed you two shared, wincing as you pressed the warm towel mixed with cleaning alcohol on the wounds that adorned her face.
she had gotten into another fight with some dude that pissed her off, resulting in you cleaning and bandaging her bloody wounds.
"'m fine, cupcake. i’ve been in far worse, ya’ know." she mumbled, looking at you for a split second, setting her warm, bloody hand on your bare thigh.
you sighed, grabbing a bandage wrap. "you can't keep fighting randoms, vi. you could get fucking hurt; or worse...killed." vi knew the consequences of her actions, and she knew you were right. she knew there were people after her, waiting for the right chance to crack her head open.
"'m a big girl. ’m completely fine." vi rolled her eyes. she didn't like when you worried and lectured her. you scoffed; how could she be this calm? "you're saying that, but you won't be able to when you get your ass beat."
"you worry about me too much. ’s kinda sweet." she paused and sighed. "you do realize that i’m more than capable of taking care of myself, right?”"
"i know." you answer simply. "i just don't trust you enough to leave you on your own."
"you make it sound like i’m a child." vi scrunched up her nose, force of habit. "you don't always have to worry about me, i can fight and defend myself."
"sometimes, defending doesn't always equal fighting," you muttered under your breath, making sure you were loud enough for your stubborn girlfriend to hear your words. you grabbed a bottle of half empty alcohol and poured it on vi's open wounds.
"hey-" vi yelped as the liquid hit her wounds. she flinched, her hazel eyes going wide from the brief sting. once it settled down, vi’s soft gaze went back to you. "are you tryna to say i should talk my way out of fights? that's not how it works."
"no, i'm saying you should lay off on the fighting," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "you come home every day with a new wound, it's tiring."
vi shrugged, flashing a big toothy grin at you. "my body is a canvas. ’m simply adding paintings." she reached her hand up, letting it rest near your neck. "you know, for a tough cop, you sure are pretty damn soft."
"'m just worried." you rolled your eyes, flicking her forehead causing your girlfriend to break out in a fit of laughter. "now shut it, 'm not done."
#𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃!! ❄️#with love...kiésan 🦢#vi#vi arcane#vi x y/n#vi x reader#vi x you#vi x fem reader#vi x female!reader#angst#fluff#sapphic#wlw love#wlw post#lesbian#wlw#wlw fiction
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𝙒𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙍 (𝙁𝙐𝙇𝙇) 𝙁𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙐𝙄𝘿𝙀!
Includes: Level up, Talent, Weapon materials and where to find them. (Links) + Sig. Weapon + Artifact set.
< Level Up + Ascension Materials >
Mora: 2,092,400
[ Hero’s Wit: 421 ]
Vayuda Turquoise: Sliver: 1 || Fragments: 9 || Chunks: 9 || Gemstones: 6
☆ [ Rukkhashava Mushrooms: 168 ]
☆ Aeonblight Drake (Perpetual Caliber): 46
[ Hanguards: Old: 18 || Kageuchi: 66 || Famed: 93 ]
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< Talent Level Up Materials: >
Mora: 4,957,500
[ Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal (Daka’s Bell): 18 ]
☆ Praxis: Teachings of: 9 || Guide to: 63 || Philosophies of: 114
[ Hanguards: Old: 18 || Kageuchi: 66 || Famed: 93 ]
☆ Crown of Insight: 3
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< Weapon: Tulaytullah's Remembrance: >
Mora: 906,480 - (At least a million?)
(Refinement Rank 5 is another 30k)
☆ [ Mystic Enhancement Ore: 900-907 ]
☆ Fungal Nucleus: Inactivated: 23 || Dormant: 27 || Robust: 41
☆ [ Fungal Spore Powder: Fungal Spores: 15 || Luminescent Pollen: 23 || Crystalline Cyst Dust: 27 ]
☆ Scorching Might: Echo of: 5 || Remnant Glow of: 14 || Dream of: 14 || Olden Days of: 6
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< Artifact Set: Desert Pavilion Chronicle >
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A/N: This took 4 hours help-
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Jealous Vander headcanons? Maybe also how he would feel about moments when reader is jealous? 👀
Just a wee little drabble on some Vander headcanons here - not giving this one a huge amount of structure like with my normal headcanons, I hope this is okay!!
This has been sitting with me for a little while, so I wanted to FINALLY get my thoughts down!
CW: Vague mentions/description of catcalling
Vander doesn't tend to get too jealous - at least not outwardly so. It's not usually in his nature, he trusts you enough that you wouldn't make or take any advances from someone without at least discussing it with him first, whatever the situation may end up being.
That being said, there has been one or two instances that he has fallen victim to that green-eyed stare of the beast of jealousy. One of these had been on a late shift in the Last Drop - you had been giving him a hand in collecting the metallic steins that previous patrons had left lying about the place once they had finished with them.
One particularly inebriated patron had started yelling at you from a few tables over - this wasn't too unusual, unless you started to listen to what they were saying. Some very explicit fantasies made their way out of the patron's mouth, for the whole tavern to hear. Most ignored it, but of course... Vander could not, not when it was directed at you.
What made it worse was that you seemed to be smiling at the patron.
This was mostly, on your part, to keep the patron calm and happy, and not cause any more of a scene. Of course, Vander hadn't realised this, and something entirely unfamiliar to him. It consumed his chest, feeling like fire in his blood.
Before he knew it - and he barely even though about it whilst he was doing it - he was charging forward, putting himself between you and the patron. His arms were folded over his chest, and his glare was one that hadn't settled on his face for quite a few years now. All eyes were on him.
"Get out." His voice was low, threatening. It meant business.
"What?" The patron slurred, eventually meeting his eyes, as they narrowed further.
"Get. Out. I've had enough." And with that, his patience ran out. He grabbed the patron's shirt and dragged them to the door. He'd likely let them in again in a few days time, once his temper had settled.
You'd had to pull Vander aside and explain to him why you were smiling at the patron, and then his mind had begun to clear a bit. He understood, and felt... Guilty. He had no idea what had caused him to react like that, with such aggression. Well, he did... But he'd never reacted to something like that in that fashion before. It was strange.
From that day on, Vander tries to keep his jealousy in check. You both talk often about things like that, making sure nothing is kept from one another, communicating openly if something bothers one of you.
on the other hand, when you're jealous, for whatever reason, he finds it cute. He laughs a little bit at the prospect of you becoming so fiery over him, but deep down he knows you'll both need to discuss it, and that you do. He never intends to make you feel that way when he's talking to someone, and really appreciates when you tell him how or why you feel certain ways!
#arcane league of legends#requests open#x reader requests#arcane x reader#arcane vander#vander x reader#vander arcane#vander fluff#mild angst#jealousy
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I love your works! I hope you thrive in the community :D
Can I please request an arcane Jinx x reader where reader always greets Jinx with a "hey babygirl" with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and they say it in such a gentle and loving tone, Jinx one day gets emotional over it and it's just a lot of sweet fluff?
Let's go, you and me, until the end of time
Tags: Jinx x fem! Reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, word count 1253, authors note at the end
Summary: Jinx knows you love her. Despite all the shit she's done you never showed any fear or hesitance around her and kept being her rock. However, after a particularly draining episode, insecurities come back to haunt her and it's up to you to comfort your girlfriend and make sure she feels loved.
Every now and then, Jinx thought that she had to have done something right in her life for the gods to grace her with such a perfect girlfriend like you. When the two of you first met, she was pleasantly surprised by your unabashed nature and how easily you befriended her. Even as you got to know her better, witnessing both the good and bad sides of her, you never faltered, never took a step back, as if trying to leave. You held your ground, you held her, even when the voices got too loud and her mind was in such a frenzy that she could barely distinguish reality from figments, you were still there. She fully expected you to leave after you witnessed her first episode, but you just got closer and closer to her until you asked her to be your girlfriend. Despite all the doubts in her head, she knew she wished for nothing more than to be yours and for you to be hers.
You were both very touchy and affectionate, you more so than her as she still had some fears and insecurities about being too much. She was scared that if she showed how clingy and desperate for your praise and touch she actually was, you would leave. But every single time the dark thoughts started to kick in, you’d prove her wrong and the worst thing was, you weren’t even aware of the positive impact you had on her.
Oh, you were so so lovely, so gentle and kind towards someone who couldn’t see the good in themselves but, she thought, if such a lovely person like you could love someone like her then she can’t be that bad, right? I mean, you were always so open and affectionate towards her, giving her as many kisses as she wanted and never showing any annoyance as she whined for more. Your hugs were tight and so full of love that whenever you held her, her mind was quiet for once. You gave her many pet names, which she returned wholeheartedly, and you always seemed genuinely interested in her work, and Jinx thought that the sparkly look of fascination in your eyes was truly the most beautiful sight that this shitty world had to offer. You were so patient and tolerant of her ramblings, always supporting her through her episodes by holding her hand or just standing close and talking to her softly when she couldn’t handle physical touch.
Because of all this and so much more, Jinx loved you. She loved you enough to tell you about her past, all the memories that haunt her, and the burdens she carries, she even told you her real name and allowed you to use it. You two basically had no secrets in front of one another, always joined at the hip and holding each other tenderly.
But try as you might to reassure her how much you love her despite everything, doubts still kicked in. Especially after extremely upsetting and exhausting episodes such as this one. There wasn’t a time when she needed you more but you've been gone for days, going back to your apartment after spending a week at hers. Silco grew irritated at Jinx's neglect of her duty as she was too enamored by you to do anything other than keep you company. So you, not wanting to get Jinx in trouble by being a distraction or get on Silco’s bad side, decided to leave and let her do what she needs to do for a while with a promise that you’ll be back in a couple of days.
Not knowing when you were coming back and worn out from the mental strain the episode caused her, Jinx curled up into herself and blankly stared off in the distance. She spaced out so much that she barely took note of her apartment door opening or the sound of soft steps making way towards her room. Like an angel sent from Heaven, your beaming face entered her room and, not noticing the state she was in, you made your way towards her, hugging her softly and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
‘’Hey babygirl,’’ you greeted her with a voice filled with adoration, ‘’I’m sorry for coming unannounced, I just thought it has been a while and I wanted to check up on-‘’, that was when you noticed her red, puffy eyes and trembling lips. Quickly taking her face in your soft arms, you directed her gaze towards you, asking in a worried, but patient voice; ‘’What happened, baby? Are you hurt? Do you want to talk about it? Are you okay with me touching you or do you need space?’’ Knowing that it may take a while for her to gather herself and respond, you patiently waited. You were expecting all kinds of replies, but what she said next wasn’t one of them.
‘’Why do you love me?’’ and oh, if the doubt and sadness of her raspy voice didn’t break your heart in that very moment, nothing ever will. You knew Jinx had her doubts, for she was only human but you sometimes forgot just how heavy of a burden this silly, amazing girl carried on her tired shoulders. Gently brushing away some soft, blue locks which obscured parts of her face, you took a deep breath and said, ‘’I love you because you’re you. I love your intelligence and wit, your sense of humor, your creativity. I love how good you are despite everything you’ve been through. I love the way your hair frames your face, the way your tattoos adorn your beautiful frame. I love the sparkle in your eyes when one of your amazing inventions works and the art you decorate them with. I love the way you hold me in your arms and how you kiss me and look at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. I love your qualities and I love your flaws. I love all the good and the bad you ever have to offer to me and that’s how it’ll always be. You’re my sunshine, my sweetheart and no one could ever convince me that you’re undeserving of all the good that this world has to offer. I love you more than anything, Powder.’’ You finish with a soft kiss to her freckled nose and hold her as she starts crying again.
You know she feels the same about you, you needn’t hear it from her to know it. Right now, it’s all about her. You gently card your fingers through her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and holding her for God knows how long.
Slowly but surely, she starts breathing more evenly and eventually rises her head up to look you straight in the eyes. She mutters a soft ‘’I love you too, my trinket.’’, and lets you slowly drag her up and sit her down on the couch as you prepare some hot chocolate for your darling girl.
That night, the two of you fall asleep entangled with one another, so much that you can’t even tell where your body begins and hers ends. Exchanging soft pecks and tender touches, the two of you fall asleep with your hearts beating in tandem and matching smiles on your faces. No matter what the world may throw at you, you will always love this ridiculous and utterly lovely blue-haired girl and she will love you, until the end of time.
a/n: dear anon, thank you for this lovely request and kind words. i've gotten a bit carried away and wrote more angst than i originally planned. i hope you'll enjoy this work regardless as it is the first fanfiction i've written. if this is not to your liking, feel free to let me know and i'll write a new work that'll be more fitting to your request :)
#arcane#arcane headcanons#arcane x reader#arcane jinx#jinx#jinx x reader#jinx x you#jinx x y/n#jinx x female reader#arcane jinx x reader#jinx x reader fluff#jinx x reader angst#requests are open
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hii, could you make a one shot where jinx is "friends" with the reader but they like constantly kiss each other or are super clingy to eachother and everyone thinks they are more than friends until they end up confessing their fellings?
ice cream sundae // jinx
warning: fluff, kissing & some angst
pairing: jinx x fem reader
a/n: this took me such a long time but i hope you enjoy it :) i had a lot of fun writing it so thank you for the request! also can you tell how much i wanted ice cream while writing this?
your relationship with jinx wasn’t exactly ideal. it was sweet— fluffy cotton candy, cavity-inducing sweetness. the type of ice cream dessert where you could just feel the bits of sugar melting on your tongue, and the budding stomach ache looming near. it was comfort and love except without the usual strings or a daunting “relationship” title.
although to most, you were in fact together— nearly inseparable, and you couldn’t fault them. after all, “friends” don’t share fervent kisses that leave them breathless for minutes on end. nor do they spend hours each night bound until the other manages to fall asleep.
at first, the intimacy didn’t bother you. you and jinx had always been comfortable around each other. the added intimacy only seemed to strengthen your relationship even further which neither of you seemed to mind— well that was until others took note.
silco’s office was crowded with chembarons and compatriots— all eager to hear about his next plan. they practically hung on his every word, offering the fearless leader their undivided attention. yet the sight was enough to draw hushed snickers from your lips.
“they all look constipated,” jinx chuckled, swinging an arm around the small of your back. she pulled your body close to hers despite the somewhat seriousness of the situation. you nuzzled into her side, burying your face into her neck. the noise drew the attention of a few but you managed to suppress the budding laughter— at least for a while.
“no he looks constipated” you smirked, “how do they even take him seriously?” your eyes darted back and forth between the crowd and silco— once again you felt like you were going to lose it. jinx clutched onto you as if to remind you of where you were. but one glance at her blue eyes sent you into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
the two of you were too distracted to really notice it but dozens of eyes turned your way, along with silco’s. jinx’s arms wrapped around you almost instinctively as both you and her succumbed to laughter, clinging onto each other for dear life. to everyone else in the room, you looked like a couple.
first, it was the intimacy— jinx rarely left your side throughout the entire meeting. each time someone looked over, the distance between the two of you seemed to diminish by the minute. however, aside from that it all seemed natural like you belonged together— and not once did either of you pull away.
“jinx.”
silco’s voice was loud and stern, startling you from her grasp. he ambled towards her, redirecting the attention back onto the three of you. even with the added set of eyes, jinx maintained the distance, gently ushering you back toward her.
“i’m sure there will be plenty of time for you to flirt with your girlfriend after the meeting.”
girlfriend…?
a brief silence swept over the room, completely sucking the air from your lungs, and simultaneously leaving jinx speechless. you were aware that people mistook you for being more than her friend— but when it was finally brought up your feelings seemed like they were on display. free to be analyzed and picked apart by everyone, including jinx.
“uh— she’s not my girlfriend,” she blurted a lot quicker than expected. you couldn’t help but flinch at her words, so concise and almost deliberate. she wasn’t wrong and you knew that but why did everyone else have to?
“regardless, try not to interrupt again?” sharply, silco turned on his heel pulling the attention back towards his speech. and although much hadn’t changed you couldn’t bear to be near jinx. the sugary appeal of a partial relationship no longer seemed ideal, because in the end you were still left with the ache.
she turned back towards you, remorse seeping its way into her features, “ignore hi—“
“i have to go.” mentally, you were already far from the crowded room. without another word, you slid from her arms storming towards the door as you left jinx’s side for the first time in months.
there wasn’t much of a goal in mind— but you needed to get away and there weren’t many options. each one that presented itself had an increased chance of you seeing jinx again, and you couldn’t face her just yet. thus, you continued to walk the streets of zaun, following the dim light that the moon sanctioned.
the silence only seemed to stir your thoughts even further and they weren’t angry ones. you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at jinx because she hadn’t done anything wrong. the fact is you weren’t her girlfriend and no amount of kisses or gentle touches would change that. gradually tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them fall, swallowing the growing knot in the back of your throat.
the last drop was the first place you found solace after hours of mindless wandering. you stumbled towards an empty seat, slumping over the counter. you missed jinx— you yearned to be close to her again but it had to be real, you couldn’t simply be her “friend.”
“an ice cream sundae, please.” you mumbled to the confused bartender.
despite the fact that it was a bar and not a dessert stand your request was granted in a matter of minutes. placed in front of you was a large cup with a blend of french vanilla and rich chocolate. drizzled in syrup and cookies that covered the entire top. at the very center of it was a small cherry that looked all the more delectable. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up the spoon or let alone move.
you felt her first, her touch soft and gentle as a long set of arms snaked around your waist. she propped her chin on your shoulder, bringing your dessert to her lips. the bar was quiet, nearly empty— yet you became hyper-aware of every movement. jinx’s affection was never something you needed to process up until now. however, it was the first time you truly felt conscious of it.
“never had this flavor before.” she hummed, leaning up against the counter. cerulean eyes glazed over yours, setting your cheeks ablaze. the soft skin of her arms gently brushed against your waist causing hundreds of goosebumps to form. and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t conceal it from her.
jinx muttered, her voice somber, “y’know when you ran out last night i waited– but you never showed up.” her eyes were glassy and at first glance, it looked like she was on the verge of tears. instinctively, you brought the pad of your thumb to her face, gently wiping them away. despite the budding tension, she didn’t flinch away, only leaning further into your touch.
“i had to think.” the words came out as a feeble whisper, completely flying over jinx’s head. you could practically feel her growing more restless at the sound of silence pervading the bar.
“what about?”
she desperately tried to keep her voice calm but it became glaringly obvious that she was losing it. her eyes darted between yours almost crazed, and deep jagged lines began to form around her nose.
“us— i mean what are we doing jinx? i’m serious, we act like we’re dating and it’s to the point where everyone thinks we are.” you sighed, bringing your hand to the side of her face. the warmth soothed her, relieving some of the stress that was mounting on her shoulders but you couldn’t push anymore— not until you knew how she felt.
“who cares what other people think?” she spat, deflecting even further to no avail. your heavy gaze sent heat straight to her cheeks, coating them in a bright red shade.
“it’s not about what they think— why can’t we just make it official? it’s not a secret that i love you and i’m tired of just being your friend.” the desperation practically oozed from your voice, sending a pang of guilt to jinx’s chest.
“you’re gonna make me get all sappy, you know i hate that,” she joked, a hint of sadness lacing her words. there was no going back. for a moment she pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath before continuing.
“it’s not that i don’t love you….i have for as long as i can remember. but if we make this real it’s all gonna change— i know it will.” her eyes offered you a moment of clarity, they pleaded with you but were honest— she was honest. it was all you ever really wanted, some sort of confirmation that she felt the same way.
“that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”
“but it usually is, and i can’t screw this up, y/n.”
“look at me, i’m not going anywhere but you have to trust me….do you trust me?” you cooed, turning your body towards hers. the distance between the two of you grew smaller yet neither of you pulled away. jinx took your hand in hers silently nodding as you placed a palm over her thigh. you were no longer in limbo, you needed to find some way that the two of you could exist as more than friends.
you pushed the half-melted ice cream sundae away, plucking an additional straw from the counter.
“i’m not really in the mood for dessert right now hun,” jinx said, although she reached for it anyway.
“that’s okay, just share this with me.” the both of you brought your lips to the straws, humming at the sweet taste that lingered on your tongues.
jinx brushed a strand of blue from her face, craning her neck to get a better look at you. slowly, her eyes roamed over your face, taking in your features one by one. it was something she was used to doing but never this intimately.
“is it just me or is this the best thing you’ve ever tasted?” you asked, yet jinx was way too distracted to even notice. slowly slipping, her eyes fell on yours and for a moment she held them there, in both admiration and awe. she couldn’t fathom a world in which you were just her friend.
“jinx?” you called, your voice snapping her back to reality.
“hm?”
“do you like it?”
jinx plucked the cherry from the top bringing it to her lips, a bright sparkle glimmering in the corners of her eyes. she brought the fruit to her lips, although her focus was far from it, and the tempting desert just a few feet inches from her. she leaned in closer, testing the invisible boundary.
without another word her hands made their way to the back of your head, initiating a fierce long awaited kiss. in a matter of seconds, you leaned into it, clasping onto jinx’s body for dear life. your tongue swirled in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of sugar left behind. neither of you could get enough of it, it was infectious and almost addicting.
when jinx finally pulled away she was breathless, ardent passion blurring her gaze. she ensured that her eyes never left yours as she whispered, “i loved it.
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fluff = ❀ | angst = ☹ | smut = ❥
• the one where you have a night out with Sevika ❀, part two ❀
• the one where Sevika comforts you after a nightmare ❀
• the one where sevika is your coworker ❀❥
• a lazy sunday as sevika's wife ❀
• the one where sevika cheats ☹
• the one where sevika avoids you and you don't know why ☹❀
• the one where sevika becomes your roommate ❀ | part two ☹❀ | part three ☹❀ | part four ❀❥ | part five - will be published the weekend of February 10th
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Kintsugi
Rating: Mature
Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, angst, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort,
Word count: 6.1k
Beta readers: @spoczkot @deny-the-issue
I was absolutely inspired by this beautiful Silco fanart by @spoczkot. Kintsugi—repairing broken pottery with gold—is such an incredible concept that I couldn't help but think of when I saw the shiny gold ink used for this art. Naturally, it made me think of Silco and his scars. That spiraled into this one-shot.
Banner art by @scmkart . Be sure to also check out the full art here!
A storm in the Undercity has you remembering one from your past. Silco, fresh from Vander's betrayal, has to learn how to cope with his new face and broken revolution. You're there to comfort him and get him back on his feet.
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A/N: ngl, I'm super proud of this one, y'all. I've been trying to be a bit more flowery with my narrative and this fic (inspired by that amazing art) really feels like I've improved in that area.
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Can u write some fluff and comfort for grayson.
i would appreciate it <3
Of course! Thanks for the request - ✨
Duty Bound
a/n: added in some hurt/comfort and a slight touch of angst for this one, it's just how the story came to me :) my requests are still open, send me your ideas I'd love to hear them 😊
Warnings: almost break-up, arguments, feelings of neglect
Summary: Grayson has been busy with work, and you're starting to feel tired of coming in second. When you deliver an ultimatum, will it make or break your relationship?
Word Count: 2k
“I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, y/n, and I want to spend my days and my nights making you happy. I will do anything you ask, will take you anywhere you wish to go as long as I can come with you. Just please say you’ll be mine, and nothing could possibly make me any happier.”
A beautiful memory.
You sighed as you packaged the baked macaroni cheese into Tupperware containers and labelled them before putting them in the fridge, yet another dinner you’d eaten alone.
Your cat, Whiskers, wound himself around your legs and staring reproachfully at you with his wide, green eyes. Rolling your eyes, you filled his feeding dish and put it on the floor for him, earning a grateful squeak. You scratch just behind his ears, when you hear the lock turn in the front door and the heavy thud of your girlfriend’s work boots as she finally arrived home.
“I’m home, beloved! Oh, do I smell cheese?”
She appeared in the kitchen archway, her Enforcer jacket slung casually over her shoulder and her pristine white shirt unbuttoned to just above her cleavage. You fix her with faux annoyed stare.
“You do smell cheese…I’ve just put your dinner in the fridge.”
Grayson huffs, running her hands through her messy, silver streaked locks. “I’m so sorry, my love. There was a situation in the Undercity that required my attention.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I suppose I’ll have to let you off then, won’t I? Sit down, I’ll warm up your dinner.”
She obeyed, sitting at your small table as you warmed the macaroni cheese and started a spinach omelette for her lunch the next day. Grayson started unlacing her boots, lightly smacking your ass whenever you passed her because she knew it made you blush. Whiskers however soon realised she was home and pawed at her laces until she lavished him with attention. She looked tired, and you knew she must’ve had a very busy shift. It seemed with every week she was the Chief Enforcer more lines carved their way into her handsome face.
“I swear, more and more Shimmer is being pumped into the Undercity and we still haven’t got a single idea on how, or who is behind it all. Every factory I shut down, two more pop up to replace it! Not to mention how many Enforcers I’m losing to those Shimmer crazed thugs! I’ve had to inform three more wives of their husbands’ deaths today! Three!”
You kiss her cheek and run your hands through her hair, massaging the nape of her neck to help her relax. “I think you need a break, Gray.”
She groaned with pleasure at your ministrations but scoffed at your words. “If I take a break, I think the entire station will collapse.”
You tried to remain bright, placing her meal in front of her and grinning as she dug in eagerly. “Well…maybe we can do something this weekend? Maybe go to that little vegan café we both like?”
“Sorry my love, I can’t. I volunteered to lead a seminar on firearm maintenance on Saturday, and the Council wants me to make an appearance at the charity gala on Sunday.”
“Oh, a gala! That could be fun, it’s been a while since we’ve gone to one, I’ll have to see if I can dig out one of my old dresses…”
Grayson swallowed, eyeing you apologetically. “About that…I’m sorry. I’d like nothing more than to have you on my arm, but as I’m there to represent the Enforcers, it wouldn’t please the Council.”
You try to keep your breathing even, turning back to the stove and flipping the spinach omelette carefully.
“So, I’m not going to see you this weekend at all?”
You hear the scraping of her chair and close your eyes to prevent tears from falling as strong, broad arms wrap around you and the scent of her fresh, citrus cologne fills your nose as she kisses your cheek and your neck, her short curls tickling your face.
“Please don’t be too upset, my love. I have a duty to the people of Piltover.”
You sighed, your entire body filling with leaden disappointment. You were so sick of this. “And what about your duty to me?”
Grayson pulls away from you, her mouth agape. “What do you mean?”
Your hands ball into fists. “This apartment is haunted by you, Gray! I’m only graced with the presence of your shadow!”
“My love, I-”
“You’re always working, and when you’re not at work, then you’re at the gym! It’s like you have no time for me anymore! You’d always rather be doing something, anything else, than spend time with me, your girlfriend!”
Grayson crossed her arms. “That’s not true. My work is very important, beloved. I cannot simply drop everything to indulge in personal leisure.”
“But your work doesn’t have to take over your entire life, Gray.”
Grayson’s eyes were like liquid steel, sharp and cold. “My work IS my life. I have spent years, decades getting to where I am now! I thought you understood that.”
Your chest felt tight, your whole body felt stiff, and a prickling heat was coating your skin. This was a losing battle. Grayson was a woman of honour, a paragon of justice and was bound to her duty. Serving and protecting the people of Piltover was her lifeblood. That would never change, perhaps could never change.
“Then I think I should stay with my sister for a while.”
Before Grayson could reply, you turned on your heel and headed into the bedroom, burying yourself under the duvet and letting your salty tears burn into your face.
The next day had gone by in a blur. Grayson hadn’t been in the apartment when you’d woken up, so you assumed she’d gone into work early. Weary from working so late, but pleased you were able to complete the wedding cake on time for that lovely couple, you stabbed your key at the rusty lock in your apartment door until it finally clicked open and allowed you entry.
The apartment was dark and silent, but you expected that. Grayson was either at her office or she was hitting the gym. Again. The satisfied high from working at your small bakery was ebbing away, leeched from you by the depression radiating from the walls that had once surrounded you with love and warmth. You were too melancholy to cook, so you order chilli oil noodles from your favourite takeout place and trudged into the bedroom.
Opening the wardrobe, you were greeted with several Chief Enforcer uniforms, all starched and ironed to perfection, the belts and buckles gleaming proudly in the dim lighting of the bedroom. You carefully pushed them aside, not wanting to crease them and reached for your jumpers hanging beside them. As you folded them, you tried to ignore the sharp aching of your heart which only intensified when you pushed Grayson’s uniforms back into place on the rail.
You were pushing her out of your life.
You growled internally at the intrusive thought. Grayson had pushed you away first, now you were just letting yourself fall from the impact. If this is what Grayson wanted, then she would reap what she had sown.
On the bed lay your frayed duffel bag, beaten up from the many camping trips you and Grayson took. Used to take. It was open, the soft material hanging apart like a mocking, laughing mouth. However, as you approached it to put the jumpers inside, there was a folded piece of paper that wasn’t there when you’d left for work. As you opened it, you gasped as you recognised Grayson’s efficient scrawl.
Giovanni’s. 7pm. Wear the red dress. Please come.
Your eyes widened. Giovanni’s, a small Italian restaurant where you’d had your first dinner date with Grayson. The red dress she mentioned had been the one she’d slowly peeled you out of that evening, the first time she’d ever touched you like that. It had been the perfect night. Your heart fluttered at the implications of the note. Did she want to recreate that night? Or was this the final goodbye? Glancing the clock, you quickly put on the dress she requested and touched up your makeup before dashing out of the door and hailing a cab.
When you arrived, the waiter smiled knowingly and led you to the private terrace which was lit with candles and fairy lights. There was only a single table, by which Grayson stood wearing a crisp, black dress shirt, matching trousers, and a red paisley tie exactly the shade of your dress. She pulled out your chair for you as you sat, somewhat dazed, and kissed your knuckles before taking her seat opposite you.
Her eyes were serious, her forehead creased with stress. “I came home at lunchtime. I wanted to surprise you, to apologise for my recent behaviour…but I forgot today was one of your workdays. Just another way I’m failing you as a partner, I suppose.”
You reached for her, entwining your slender fingers with her larger ones, the warmth of her hand travelling up your arm and into your chest. “Gray…I-”
“I saw the bag.” Her voice was a whisper, the dreadful confession staining her lips with sadness. “I realised then, that you meant it when you said you were leaving. You were absolutely right. To have driven you to this, it’s unforgivable.”
You can feel your own heart swell at her words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you take in your forlorn lover, such a great, upstanding woman reduced to despair, her eyes pleading and so very remorseful.
“Gray, I do understand-”
Grayson silenced you with a gentle finger to your lips. “Please, my love, I need to tell you. You are the sun that wakes me at dawn, you are the stars that watch over me at night. You are the beat in my heart, the reason I thrive. I love you more than anything I have ever even comprehended. To neglect you this way, is the greatest pain I could have ever inflicted upon myself. You are why I work so hard, so make sure you will always be safe and never have anything to fear. But you were right, I let it consume me. It almost cost me everything I hold dear.”
It's everything you’ve needed to hear, and it takes every shred of your emotional self-control not to burst into relieved sobs. “Gray, I love you. Your sense of honour and your need to fulfil your duty are all part of you, and I love you even more for having these qualities. I just want to be able to share my life with you and know that you’ll always want to come home to me, see me, be with me.”
Grayson leaned forward, cupping your cheek. “I want for nothing more. My soul sings when I am with you, and you alone, beloved.”
Then she kisses you, and it’s just like the first time all those years ago. She cups your face with her warm hands and wipes away any tears falling, her soft lips caressing yours with care and reverence, the two of you pouring your deep love for each other into a kiss that’s been a long time coming. When you break apart, you’re sure you are blushing, and Grayson’s look of pure adoration warms you from the inside out. You eat a beautiful meal and as you stand from the table, Grayson ceremoniously gathers you in her arms, bridal style, making you squeal with surprise and delight.
“Hey! Gray! What are you doing?”
She nuzzles into your neck. “We are going home. I have a weekend of pampering to spoil you with.”
“But what about your weekend obligations?”
Grayson kisses you, tender and slow. “Marcus is leading the seminar on Saturday, and I’ve informed the Council that I will not attend the gala. They will likely not miss the Enforcer representation anyway. Now come, I have many plans for this evening and many of them involve much less clothing. Shall we?”
Sighing contentedly, you rest your head on her shoulder as she carries you away. “Let’s go home.”
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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Big news for the dreamgirls!! Aftermath of 'Twenty Foreplay'
🤎 soft!wife!dreamgirl!sevika x wife!dreamgirl!reader
🤎 CW/TW: abuse, violence, death, murder, child sexual abuse, adult language, pregnancy, lesbians, pet names, fluff, angst, abortion attempt, sevika has a tragic backstory, eating disorder, drug use, mentions of alcoholism, sorry if I forgot any, not proofread/edited so excuse any mistakes
🤎 A/N: It's late, I know, life happens. I actually cut it short bc it was starting to get a lot heavier than I wanted and the flow was starting to get a bit sloppy. So have this.
🤎 Notes: Um, I cried while writing most of the flashback parts. I love the dreamgirls.
🤎 Word count: 12.4k
Aromatic wisps of rosemary and sage wafted through the bathroom, the scents intermingling with that of the light and warm, semi-bubbly milk bath your wife had drawn for you when she’d gotten home for the day. You let out a soft sigh, your head barely hanging over the edge as you sunk further into the calming water, trying to let as much stress seep out of you as possible.
Familiar and comforting hands found your shoulders, a kiss being planted on your temple as she spoke, voice barely a rumble over the neo-soul that was playing from the speaker on the sink counter, “How are you feeling, dream girl?”
“Better now that you’re in here,” you hummed as you looked up to her, pressing a kiss to her chin as she massaged your shoulders.
Her laugh was quiet as she ducked lower to press an upside-down kiss to your lips before kissing up the bridge of your nose. The playful little pecks turned reverent as her lips landed back at your forehead, peppering across the area as her hands moved.
Fingers splayed out over your neck and partially your collar as she pressed her thumbs behind your ears, rubbing in circles. You all but melted in her hands, letting your eyes slip closed once more as you enjoyed her touch and kiss.
“Have you started yet? I dropped last night.”
You shook your head, letting out a little sigh, “Not yet, though I wish it would hurry up. These body aches are killing me and if I keep gagging, I’m gonna throw up and that’s gonna make me cry.”
She cooed, thumbs now tracing down, applying a slight pressure as she dragged them along the line of your jaw, “My poor little mama...”
“Why poor me? You’re the one that’s actually on. I should’ve been the one drawing a bath for you when you got home.”
“Sure, but if you never drop then, you know what that means,” she hinted.
You rolled your eyes playfully, humming, “True... we’ll see. I’ll let you know what happens. We both know my cycle is still very off and weird.”
“Right, right. Now about this gag-”
“No.”
“You didn’t even let me finish,” she pouted.
“I don’t have to. You were about to ask if it’s too bad for me to suck a lil’ dick. You’re so sick and twisted and completely un-slick, little nasty,” you shook your head, pushing her face playfully.
“Well, you’ve got me there. It was worth a try in my book,” she shrugged.
“Uh-huh. You disgust me.”
“Do I? Do I really,” she asked playfully, as you looked up, leaning your head back just a little further.
You beckoned her closer as you leaned your head back a little further, “Kiss, kiss.”
She happily obliges, leaning down to meet your lips as you stretch up just the tiniest bit. The kiss isn’t long, but it was enough to sate you until you could kiss her properly later. She mumbles against your lips as she pulls away, “I’m so in love with you and everything about you...”
Your breath caught as you looked up at her, finding that same indescribable flame that always burned within her silvery eyes. Somehow the color still hadn’t dulled against the harsh reality of life as a Zaunite. Even more, that loving look in them only seemed to be larger every time you caught her eye.
You were swooning.
It wasn’t until her lips pressed to your forehead that you were pulled out of your reverie, blinking up at her as you turned around in the tub to look up at her properly as you leaned onto your arms, folding them over the edge of the bathtub, “I love you more.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, beckoning her closer with the crook of a finger, “Uh-huh. C'mere. I’ll show you how much I love you.”
She all but fell back into your lips, sighing into your kiss as it consumed her, your nails raking over her scalp as your fingers slid into her hair, thumbs tracing her jaw just in front of her ears.
In a very uncharacteristic move, she pulled from the embrace before you could even deepen it, huffing, “You can’t kiss me like that, dreamy...”
“Why not?”
She shook her head to clear it, wiping her face, “Because then I’m gonna wanna get into the tub with you, then I’m gonna fuck you and I’m supposed to be focused on doing other things right now.”
“Such as?”
She just chuckled in response before planting a much more chaste kiss to your lips, following it with another to the tip of your nose, the final one touching your forehead as she stood, “What fun would it be if I just told you, mama? I’ll be back in a sec with some sparkling white grape. Just in case I did knock you up, which... not to toot my own dick, but I’m pretty certain I did.”
Your laugh was more of a splutter as you choked on your spit and air at the same time, “For Janna’s sake, Sevi, it’s ‘toot my own horn’. I can’t stand your nasty ass sometimes.”
“Then it’s a wonderful thing you’re in the tub right now, isn’t it?”
“Girl- just hurry up, I want cuddles when I get out of here.”
She blew you a final kiss from the doorway before disappearing into the rest of the house to do whatever it was she was hiding from you. As promised, she’d come back with the sparkling juice, to which you accepted gratefully with a little kiss before sinking back into your bath, lazily holding the champagne flute over the side of the tub as you sipped on the drink idly.
Sevika doesn’t like men.
All the men out there who’ve ever wanted to fuck her can thank her father for the aversion.
You see, when your childhood consists of being pimped out to strange men to pay your alcoholic father’s gambling debts, constantly getting into street fights, and then getting your ass handed to you once you get home- you don’t have much time to really discover yourself.
Maybe in a different universe- one where Sevika wasn’t born in Zaun... where her father wasn’t abusive... where she wasn’t sex trafficked by the very man that was meant to protect her... she might’ve been attracted to men.
But this wasn’t that universe.
Her fear of relationships with men quickly grew into an outright disgust of them.
And then it got worse.
For Sevika, it started with the vomiting.
For probably all the ladies living up Topside, the first sign would’ve been a missed period. Thanks to life in the Lanes, however, Sevika was pretty used to her period not coming at all sometimes. It never came with a baby before though.
She’d been dancing the line of unknown pregnancy scares since she was 11. Now she was 21, still under the thumb of her father, and even worse- pregnant.
It wasn’t long before you were wrapped in a fluffy robe, feet slid into your house slippers as Sev guided you into the kitchen with her hands over your eyes under the guise of ‘driving you’ to her secret little surprise.
You stumbled a bit and she took a little pause, “You okay?”
“I smell food.”
Her chuckle was hearty and you could almost hear the head shake that accompanied her words, “I’m sure you do. Almost there, dream girl.”
Her hands were removed from your eyes without warning and allowed your eyes to adjust as she leaned her face over your shoulder, hands coming down to their usual home base of your waist as you took in the ambient, candlelit dinner she’d put together for you guys, “Sev...”
She shook her head before you could continue, “Yes, I’m on my period and that’s your favorite time to spoil me, but I wanted to treat my wife.”
You poked your lip out as you turned your head to look at her, “Sev...”
She giggled, peppering the side of your face with kisses, “Don’t cry, mama... it’s just dinner. I can’t even cook like you.”
You sniffled, fanning your eyes, “Shut it, my emotions are just everywhere right now. It’s not about your cooking skills, even though we both know I’ve taught you well... It’s about the gesture, and you know it.”
She nodded, lips now at your shoulder, “I know... hope you love it.”
“Of course, I love it... I love you...” you mumbled, holding a hand against her cheek.
“Alright, alright, sit and eat,” she prompted, pulling your chair out with her foot. Before you could protest as she sat you down, she pressed several kisses to your face, “And I love you too. Never forget it.”
You had a stupid smile on your face throughout the entirety of dinner.
Emetophobia.
The fear of vomiting or seeing others being sick.
Sevika had experienced her father’s violent reactions to her throwing up before.
The first time was when she was 6.
It was a particularly bad winter in Zaun. The smog was thicker, the cold seemed to seep into the very core of the Lanes.
She’d been battling the sniffles and a nasty fever for days, all the while still being forced to ‘put herself to use’ by her father.
Then it got worse.
Then she began to throw up.
At first, she hid it well. She’d swallow it down when she couldn’t get out of his sight. When she could, she’d always go out to an alley, ducking and weaving through bodies of what the little girl only hoped was just drunkards and junkies who’d passed out on a bender rather than what a six-year-old Sevika knew in her heart were either already dead or close to it.
Up until this point, the extent of physical abuse coming directly from her father was a slap across the face or being picked up by the front of her shirt and shaken around.
Then she brought him breakfast and didn’t make it out of his room fast enough to go puke out back.
That was the catalyst for the abuses that would be-fall her for the next few decades of her life.
Throw up tastes disgusting.
It tastes even worse going back down after being licked up off your father’s grimy boots.
Even worse, the feeling of wanting to re-release those fluids again when you were forced to lick those same boots clean until they were no longer grimy.
Sevika trained herself to hold her throw up in after that.
Your music from the bathroom was moved to one of the counters in the kitchen, incense burning in the holder as you and Sevika cuddled up into each other, you perched up on her lap with the two of you picking from the same plate in between soft kisses and intimate looks.
It was just you and your wife, enjoying the presence and company of one another in the midst of the meal she’d prepared.
You leaned back against her chest, letting out a happy sigh, “You know... I’m so proud of you for this.”
“Yeah,” she asked softly. The softness of her voice, the genuine question in that one word was so cute. You turned in her lap, sitting sideways atop her, cupping her cheek in a hand as you smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose.
You kept your voice at the same level of hers as you responded, “Of course, I’m proud, baby. You pan fried the rice properly and everything. I’m so very proud to see you picking up cooking a little more.”
Your heart broke a little at the tears that glossed over her silver orbs as she looked up at you, “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes, baby, I mean it. What’s wrong,” you cooed, bringing your other hand to her cheek to stroke both of them with your thumbs, “Talk to me, baby.”
She shrugged, looking away, “I dunno... I just... I feel like I’ve been struggling to eat lately. Like I’ve been having to force myself to eat so I just... I wasn’t sure if I was in the right headspace to be cooking tonight, but I wanted to treat you, you know?”
“Sev...” you began.
“Don’t... it’s okay, doll. I’ll-”
“Sevika,” you stopped her, keeping her face turned to yours as you moved again, this time to straddle her, “Will you look at me? Please?”
She shook her head in your gentle grip, tears beginning to well, threatening to spill over as she fought hard to blink them back, “I can’t...”
“And why not?”
“I don’t want to see you disappointed in me...” she whispered, voice barely the ghost of a whisper. It was the smallest you’d heard her voice in a while. The last time was... you softened, further, bringing your voice to a warmer tone.
“I’m not disappointed in you, baby. And I never could be, especially not for something like that. I’m actually proud of you. Very proud that instead of shutting down, you’re talking about it. I know how hard that is for you, especially when it comes to your eating. So with that being said, will you please look at me?”
Watery eyes met yours as she nibbled the inside of her cheek, whispering, “Promise?”
“Of course, baby. I promise, I’m not disappointed.”
She took a shuddery, breath, closing her eyes as she leaned her forehead against your chest, “I love you...”
You pressed a kiss into her hair, rubbing her back, “I love you too, baby. You wanna try and eat a little something more for me? Or do you just wanna talk? What did you eat today?”
“Um.... I had a few bites of the lunch you made me, but then I.... let Ran eat the rest... I’m sorry...”
“Baby, you don’t have to keep apologizing. Can you at least drink some water and eat a little something? Just a couple of bites?” She whined and you let out a little sigh, running your fingers through her hair, “Have you smoked yet?”
“Mhm.”
“Didn’t help?”
“No.”
“Okay... You’ll try again later?”
“Sure.”
“If you can’t that’s fine, but you gotta promise me you’ll try and eat well tomorrow, okay?”
“I promise...”
A plaintive silence fell over the two of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just... somber. You didn’t comment when she began to pick a few bites off the plate again, simply smiling that she was getting some form of food in her, even if it wasn’t a lot.
At some point, Sevika had stopped eating, hands gripping at your waist, hips and thighs as she pressed kisses along the line of your neck and shoulder. Her hands strayed to your stomach as she mumbled, “Hey, mama?”
“Yes, my love?”
She chuckled as you stuffed your face with food, wiping some from your cheek, “What if I really did knock you up in one try?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I mean, how many times did you nut in me? And we were both ovulating around that time too. It was like perfectly timed for us to actually end up with a baby.”
She didn’t say anything else for a few moments, and you went right back to eating before she rested her chin on your shoulder, tracing your side with her mechanic hand, “You make me want a family...”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, “Yeah... even with life down here... the work that I do... you make me wanna have something to leave behind... a little family that’s like... a legacy of our love. Like, yes, I wanna be a mother and give our kids the things that I never had, but I also want people to see our kids and know that those are our kids. Like... they know that our kids have two loving moms that are actively in love.”
You let out a little giggle, turning to the side in her lap to wrap your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you held her other one, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone, “You’re so cute... I love you, and I would love to have your babies, and I know what you’re trying to say, I promise.”
She relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as she leaned into your hand on her face, “Thank Janna, I thought I was just rambling stupidly.”
You shook your head, pressing more kisses to her face and lips, “No, I understood you perfectly.”
“Have I told you how much I love you today?”
You giggled, nodding, “Yeah, a little bit. You always remind me that I’m loved... it’s why I married you.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Baby, you told me you loved me within our first four dates. It was so cute because you were still learning to navigate love and healthy relationships... we both were, and still are, but here I had the big, scary lady of Zaun and she was looking at me like a puppy and telling me that she thought she was falling in love with me. I think that was the moment when I truly felt like I had found my person in you. And well... the rest is really history. By the time you asked me to marry you, I couldn’t say anything but yes.”
She had idly reached for her wedding band that she always wore on a chain around her neck, fiddling with it as she looked up at you in her lap, “You never once like... entertained saying no? Or maybe waiting a little longer?”
“Never. I knew when I met you that I had to snatch you up and it was just my luck that you seemed to have the same thought process when it came to me. I love you. And that’s not changing. So yes, I mean it when I say I wanna have your children, or that I love you more than anything, or that I’d do anything you asked of me because you’re... you’re everything to me, Sev... and I know that when it comes to us talking about kids it’s hard for you... but you’ve given me so much and I wanna give you the same thing in return. If given the chance, I wouldn’t change a thing about our relationship... well...”
Her eyes snapped up to you from her ring as worry laced through her features, “Well?”
You snickered, placing a gentle kiss to the bridge of her nose, “If I could go back, I would make sure I’d asked you to marry me before you could ask me.”
“You’re so,” she rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile as you shut her up with another little kiss. She pulled you further into her lap with a happy little sigh, “I love you, dream girl.��
You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder as you wrapped an arm around her, your other hand coming up to her chest, fingernail tracing along her collarbone, “I love you too.”
“Done eating?”
You nodded, patting your stomach, “May or may not be a baby-baby in here, but there’s definitely a food baby in here.”
The way she perked up almost like a little kid was too cute as she asked, “I did good?”
The sated and full sigh you let out was all the answer she really needed, but you furthered it as you spoke, “Fuck yes...”
She rubbed your back with one hand, her other one grabbing hold of your hand to kiss each of your fingertips, “You’re so cute. It wasn’t even all that, mama.”
“Uh-huh, it was gourmet. My compliments to the chef.”
She raised a brow, voice full of ulterior motives and that all-too-familiar lilt as she muttered, “If you weren’t clearly about to fall asleep, I would ask for some better compliments, you know.”
You quirked a brow sleepily, looking up at her through low and hooded eyes, “Huh?”
“Alright, c’mon. To bed with you,” she prodded, adjusting her hold on you to pick you up with your legs wrapped around her waist.
You instinctively looped your arms around her neck, pressing a few kisses to it as you hummed, “I love you.”
“So I’ve noticed. I love you too.”
“I love you.”
She chuckled, “I love you too, baby.”
“I love you.”
She used her foot to push open the door to your shared bedroom, nodding as she used her foot to close the door once more, “Uh-huh, I love you too, dreamy. What’s up?”
You shrugged as she sat down on the edge of the bed with you in her lap again, “Just feel like I haven’t said it enough today, you were at work all day, baby. Gotta reach our quota.”
“We have a quota?”
“Mhm,” you nodded against her shoulder, eyes closed as you planted lazy kisses against whatever skin was closest to you.
Her breath hitched in her throat and she assumed a firmer grip on your hip as she hummed, “And what exactly would that number be?”
“We say ‘I love you’ at least 76 times a day. And we kiss at least 280 times.”
She chuckled, hand stroking along your hip and thigh as she nodded, “And where did you get these numbers from? Your ass?”
“I’ve always counted.”
That shut her up before she asked her next question a few moments later, “Are these exact numbers?”
“An average. I did say ‘at least’.”
“Huh.... you’re gay.”
“Okay, but you married me so what does that say about you?”
“That I did.” She turned to press a kiss to your forehead, just below your hairline before resting her head against yours, “I love you, dream girl.”
You melted in her arms, nuzzling into the crook of her neck as you tightened your hold around her waist, “I love you...”
“I love you,” she called again with a soft lilt in her tone as her thumb traced circles at the side of your hip.
A heavy blush was creeping up from your chest, your skin growing warm as you let out a shaky breath, “I love you...”
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh...”
“Words, mama.” You huffed and she shook her head, “No, ma’am. Talk to me. You goin’ to sleep on me?”
“No.”
“No?”
You shook your head against her, “Mh-mh.”
She just chuckled, rubbing your back with one hand as she cradled the back of your head with the other, pressing kisses into your hair, “Whatever you say, mama.”
Sevika’s pregnancy scares were probably a lot more than she realized, but with little actual knowledge of her body, and the compounding factor of probably the world’s most irregular cycle, she spent the majority of her tween, teen, and young adult years none the wiser to any of the times where her body was seemingly contemplating the creation of a child.
Until it started.
At first, it was just a random nausea spell here and there.
Then the nausea grew constant, the smallest smells setting her off with this horrible gagging.
And then she threw up.
All she could think of was what she was supposed to do when her father found out. No, no... he couldn’t find out.
Flashbacks of that day when she was 6 have been haunting her since the first day of nausea. The intensity all but doubled when she woke up running for the toilet.
Terrified didn’t even begin to cover the amalgamation of emotions Sevika was feeling when she realized what was going on with her.
She thrust herself into ‘working’. Unsure of how far along she was and unable to actually find out, she decided to swallow down her daily morning sickness whenever it cropped up if she could, and when she couldn’t, she was straight to the nearest toilet.
That didn’t stop her father from finding out.
Sevika was sat on the bathroom floor, groaning under her breath after being unable to force herself to swallow her vomit back down. She was too weak and out of it to scramble and get herself together.
If it wasn’t bad enough that she’d thrown up- didn't even get the chance to flush the toilet yet- her lack of reaction to his presence only further incensed the already drunk and irate man that called himself her father.
It was a shitshow.
Sevika was hemmed up by the collar of her shirt, his fist shaking as he barked in her face, questioning if this was why she’d been ‘underperforming’ lately. Too stunned to speak and reeling from the sudden yanking up from the floor, she sputtered, dizzy with a pounding headache as she tried to form a response.
The more she floundered to actually engage with him, the more angry and downright belligerent he became.
As always, he didn’t see his daughter, shaking under his grip of her collar.
No, he saw the extra mouth he’d been having to feed.
He saw the reason his wife was dead.
He saw red.
By the time Sevika found her words to even begin attempting to answer his barrage of questions and demands, his fist was already connecting with her face, his grip on her shirt the only thing saving her from ending up sprawled on the bathroom floor.
It was going to be a beating for the books.
You didn’t even realize it when she’d laid you down in the bed on the pillows, tucking you in, until she was sliding into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind with a kiss to the back of your shoulder, “Hm?”
She shook her head, reaching a hand into your robe to hold one of your breasts as another kiss was planted to the side of your neck, “Go to sleep, mama. I just had to go get out of my work clothes.”
You let out a little groan, turning in her arms to nestle into her, your face tucked under her chin as you mumbled, “Hmmm... g’night.... love you...”
With a little chuckle she pressed kisses into your hair, rubbing your lower back as she whispered against you, “Good night, my love. Sleep well.”
You didn’t sleep very well at all.
Along with the aches and random pains in weird places in your body- a tugging in your lower abdomen that also had a random stabbing along with it, back pain, an almost constant headache, and just a general discomfort and ache in your body- you also had this constant metal taste that was like having a mouthful of rusty change in your mouth at all times.
You were constantly waking up throughout the night from the discomfort, the violent urge to brush your teeth to purge your mouth of the vile metallic tang plaguing you. This, compounded with your incessant gagging, had you growing nauseous with the mere thought of your toothbrush starting to make you want to dry-heave.
You were presently standing over the sink, tears in your eyes as you tried to prepare yourself to gargle some mouthwash after having thrown up for about the fifth time since you woke up in the middle of the night.
Sevika, ever the stony sleeper, had no idea until she rolled over, finding your cold spot in the bed next to her. She groaned, calling out in a sleep-filled voice, “Baby, what’re you doin’? Come back so we can cuddle...”
You huffed, gripping onto the counter of the bathroom sink, fighting the urge to dry-heave again, “I’ll be back in a second....”
You could hear her trudging footsteps coming closer to the bathroom until she was coming up behind you, rubbing your back and pulling hair out of your face, concern and sleep both written on her features, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I just.... I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head, pushing her hand away before grabbing the capful of mouthwash.
“You can’t lie to me, dream girl. You’re crying, you’re pale... you look like shit and you’re supposed to be asleep right now. Talk to me.”
“I’m in pain, gagging now has nausea with it, I just threw up, so now I gotta wash that out of my mouth, but that’s still not going to get rid of this fucking taste in my mouth and I just-”
“Hey,” she moved to stand right in front of you, hands on your arms as she rubbed them to try and calm you back down, “Avalanche, you’re spiraling, dreamy. Take a deep breath with me and we’ll go sit down and talk, okay?”
You nodded as you looked up at her, taking a shaky but somewhat deep breath along with her as she nodded along, continuing to rub your arms with her thumbs tracing circles.
You let out a hiccup when you went to exhale and the second the tears started to brew again, she shook her head, “No, no, eyes on me... You’re safe... you’re okay, I promise. I’m here. You are okay, you’re doing so well, my love. Let’s try again, okay? Deep breaths.”
It took a few more tries before you finally relaxed in her hold, wrapping your arms around her. She brought one hand up to play in your hair, the pads of her fingers rubbing your scalp as her claws on her mech hand trailed lightly up and down your back.
She ended up taking you to the kitchen, sitting you down as she made you a glass of water with two and a half ice cubes- just the way you liked it after an episode like that, holding your free hand and kissing your knuckles and fingertips as you drank with your other hand.
When you sat the glass down, she stepped between your legs, still stroking her thumb over the back of your knuckles, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll talk. If you don’t wanna talk, we can go back to sleep. If you want a distraction, we can watch something, or I could read you something. Just let me know, okay?”
You nodded, reaching up with your other arm for her to come closer. She pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaning into the embrace, wrapping you up in her arms. The two of you remained that way for a few quiet moments until you looked up at her with a sniffle, your chin on her chest, “Sev?”
“Yes, dreamy?”
“Can you read to me in bed?”
“Absolutely, baby. Do you wanna stay with me while I grab a book or go get comfy?” You held onto her tighter and she nodded, stroking your hair, “Alright, I got you.” She moved so that she could give you a piggyback while she grabbed a book. She ran her finger over the titles, moving on to the next one when you let out a little ‘mh-mh’ sound at each one until giving a nod when she got to a book you wanted to hear.
Once you were both back in bed, Sevika sat up against the headboard with you lying on your stomach between her legs curled up into her chest, she started reading the book, her voice still rather raspy from sleep. She held the book in one hand, her other one up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of her fingers and only moving to flip the page.
Eventually, you closed your eyes, enjoying the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your head and the feel of her fingers on your face. Unconsciously, you took hold of her hand, fiddling with her fingers. She paused in her reading to check in, “You okay?”
“My mouth feels empty,” you lamented softly, the traces of whining laced in your voice.
She kissed your temple, “You’ve got my fingers, mama. Do you want me to keep reading?”
Sevika was no stranger to your occasional bouts like this. You hadn’t had a panic attack like that in a while, but usually when you did, you came out of them feeling very subby, not saying much, and your oral fixation would kick up, usually leading you to say things like ‘my mouth feels empty’.
You nodded in response to her question as you closed your eyes again, softly sucking and gnawing on her index finger. She smiled as your breathing evened out, setting the book aside as she pulled the covers over you both, allowing you to keep her finger before she picked the book back up.
A little groan left you as you took one more finger into your mouth, shifting atop her with your right arm wrapped around her. She shushed you softly, pressing a kiss to your hair, “I’m right here, dream girl... I’ll never let you go... promise...”
First, he punched.
Blow after blow into her face.
To this day, Sevika still has the slightest taste of blood that crops up in her mouth for no apparent reason from time to time.
It was clear that he was just making himself angrier with each hit, the strikes growing more violent and frenzied the more he spoke, barking at her about bringing another unwanted mouth into the household, about how she was still going to have to work. How could she be so foolish as to allow something like this? Half of his yelling barely made any sense but one thing was clear- he was saying that she’d gotten pregnant on purpose, trying to get out of pulling her weight around here.
His grip started to shake on her collar until he’d thrown her to the floor, too lazy to bend over and keep using his hands, so here came the infamous worker’s boots, smashing into her stomach and chest with seemingly reckless abandon- yet somehow still managing a concentration of kicks to her stomach. Sevika curled in on herself slightly, instinctively going to guard her stomach which left her chest open.
There was a sick crunch with each kick there, blood bubbling up out of her mouth as her body was wracked with coughs, the blood spattering across the floor with each one. Her father stopped for a few moments, leaning against the wall to catch his breath as he wheezed.
"You... are fuckin'.... pathetic..." he huffed, turning back around to prod her face with his foot.
He spat down at her as she lay there, voice gruff as he all but growled, “Get the fuck up.”
Sevika was already weak when he came in, having been throwing up essentially all morning before he'd come in to find her when he got home. It hurt to even breathe, ribs threatening to puncture her lungs with every shallow breath she managed, let alone for her to actually get up off the floor.
She didn’t move.
He gave her a shove with his foot, pushing her onto her back as his voice got louder, “Did you not hear me, bitch? Get the fuck up!”
Tears brewed at the back of her eyes. She always says the back because she learned early on not to cry. He hated that almost more than he hated her.
With a great amount of effort, she rolled onto her side, then her stomach before bracing her hands against the floor to push herself up, low grunts and huffs escaping her the whole way.
She barely got a few inches off the floor before he used his foot once again to kick her, knocking her back down, “Get up.”
It was getting harder to hold those tears.
She wasn’t foolish enough to hope that actually ending up pregnant would change things. She never hoped for anything. But some subconscious part of her did. While she had no plans on keeping the child, not that her father would let her anyway, something deep within her secretly wanted to.
Her arms were wobbly, weak as she started to push up again. Each time she started to get up as he was demanding, he’d kick up under her, right into her stomach.
She knew what he was doing.
She didn’t want to lose the baby.
Not like this.
But she couldn’t do anything.
For years after his death, she berated herself for not killing him sooner.
After all if she had...
To say you had a disgusting cocktail of things seemingly going wrong with you would’ve been an understatement.
You were locked in an almost unending cycle of sorts. First, you’d feel so nauseous it was almost like you were seasick. Then you’d throw up, which meant you had to brush your teeth after, lest the unceasing metallic taste be joined by vomit, which meant more gagging and possible throwing up. Then to make you feel even worse, now your gums were bleeding.
And there was the pains.
Sevika could barely keep up, but she was doing her best. She went into work less often, explaining the situation to Silco. When she did go in, he kept her for shorter hours, having her back home to you before afternoon.
You guys were still awaiting your now questionably late period when you called from the bathroom one morning, “Baby?”
“Yes, mama?”
“Can you bring me a liner from the closet?”
“You dropped?”
“I think?”
She entered the room with a liner in one hand and fresh panties in the other, “You think?”
“It’s never been this light before. It’s not spotting, but it’s not my usual first day either,” you explained, letting her see the red and brown that now stained the panties you were wearing initially before you tossed them across the bathroom and into the hamper, taking the fresh ones and the liner from her with a soft ‘thank you’ as you changed.
She leaned against the sink, clearly studying you, trying to rack her brain for any sort of explanation.
“This just started?”
“Yeah?”
“Hm.”
“What are you thinking about over there? I’m not dying, am I?”
She looked at you like she could kill you before whatever this was did, “Don’t talk like that. I’m just trying to make sense of this. Perhaps we should visit your mom...”
The last line was muttered more to herself, but you responded all the same. Your mother was a doctor. More than that, she was a pretty damn good one, and she specialized in childbirth and care. She’d helped numerous women through what could’ve otherwise been fatal pregnancies, not to mention you come from a very... fertile line of women.
“Would that make you feel better if I did?”
She nodded immediately, “Yes, please. If anyone will know what’s going on with you, it’s definitely her.”
“You know that’s a six-day trip, right?”
“Don’t care. I’ll work something out with Silco if need be, but I need to know what’s going on with my girl. Start packing when you get out of here, I’ll be back in 45, okay?”
You huffed, grumbling to yourself, “Watch it just be somethin’ stupid."
“Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you, dream girl. Don’t make me fuck a reminder into you when I get back.”
“You’re leavin’ without my kisses? Do y’even love me anymore,” you wailed dramatically.
You could almost sense her playful eye-roll as you heard her steps clunking back toward your shared bedroom. She bent down to meet you as you placed the liner into your new panties, pressing two kisses to your lips, “Happy now?”
“No,” you pouted, your bottom lip poked out as you looked up at her sadly.
She stooped down to your level, face softening, “What’s wrong, my love?”
“You only gave me two kisses....” you whined, dead serious.
Her face fell and she pushed your knee, “Don’t scare me like that, I thought something was really wrong, dreamy. Mmmmwah, better?”
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as she planted a very audible kiss on your lips, nodding, “Yes, thank you. And insufficient kisses it very much serious business.”
“Yeah, when it’s you depriving me, not the other way around. Hurry and get ready, okay? The sooner we figure out what’s going on with you, the better.”
“I know, I know. I’ll be fine. Go talk your way into going with me,” you waved her on, getting up from the toilet as you flushed with one hand, turning the sink on with the other to wash your hands.
She got maybe three steps away from the door before she was back in the bathroom, tugging your face to hers for a searing- almost teasing- kiss as she muttered before pulling away, “I love you, lock the doors and windows, I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Despite already missing her presence with her standing right in front of you, you managed a smile, pecking her lips once more, “Hurry, Sevi. The longer it takes you to leave, the longer I have to be here by myself.”
“Say it back first,” she mumbled against your lips, the two of you still trading kisses back and forth.
You pressed a lengthier kiss to her lips, looking up at her with a whisper, “I love you...”
She tilted her head to rest her forehead against yours, closing her eyes, “I’ll be back, okay?”
“Sev-”
“I’m fine. I’ll be back.”
She quickly suppressed the brewing tears, heading to go ask Silco for some time off to make the trip.
Sevika spent that night on the bathroom floor, bloodied and bruised, still coughing up blood periodically as she cradled her stomach, praying to whoever was out there that she didn’t die on that floor.
She didn’t die.
Even more, neither did her baby.
Sevika wasn’t excited.
She wasn’t happy to be bringing this life into the world.
Sevika was petrified about the mere idea of it all.
If she kept the baby, there was the chance her father would kill the baby, or worse, the baby would end up being abused just as she was. She couldn’t have that happen.
But did she truly want to give it away?
If the baby was lucky, it would end up being sent topside to Piltover. It’d be safe there as much as she hated to think about her child ending up being a topsider.
But more likely than not, the kid would end up just in the system. Sent off from home to home around the Lanes. Or even worse, the kid could end up being one of the many orphans on the street.
Sevika didn’t know what she wanted. Or what she would do.
To make matters worse, her father acted as if she weren’t even pregnant in the first place.
She was still working, now having to do even more ‘work’ to make up for the “lackluster performance” from the week she first found out she was pregnant. She was also working at home again, something she hadn’t done much since she’d become an adult.
It took months for her to begin showing, and by the time she had, it was almost as if her father intended for her to keep the baby. The physical abuse was now reduced to the occasional slap or hair snatch here and there, and though the verbal and emotional abuse intensified in its place, he’d begun seemingly making room for the new addition.
He was by no means happy about the prospect of his daughter having a child. But the way he saw it, that was another worker to bring money in to fund his drinking, gambling, and other vices.
The way Sevika saw it? She'd rather die than let her child go through the same things she did. Whether this was something she wanted or not, she knew that if she had to have this child, she’d protect it with her life.
It’s nowhere near the first time you’ve had to make this trip to see your mom. 6 days there, 6 days back.
The majority of your journey is spent with your symptoms playing a twisted game of roulette, alternating between which ones will be your biggest issue that day.
You’re a constant mess of tears, throwing up, gagging, whining, and for the life of you, you cannot stop peeing, only to end up releasing barely a trickle if even a few drops.
You’re tired.
Sevika is also tired.
Your wife wasn’t much of a caregiver when the two of you met. She wasn’t the worst, but it was clear that she was still very much learning. By now she's got it pretty much mastered.
She’s been holding you through everything, offering up massages, cuddles, and her fingers whenever you’re starting to get too overwhelmed by all the different compounding symptoms of what’s looking more and more like a pregnancy.
That’s when the nosebleeds started.
You’ve never had a nosebleed before. Aside from getting your nose broken that one time, you’d only ever dealt with Sevika’s nosebleeds that she gets during the winter from her nostrils drying out. But you? Never had it happen.
However, you knew what it meant.
It ran in the family. Bloody noses and sensitive- sometimes bleeding- gums were some of the earliest pregnancy symptoms within your family. If you didn’t know based on your other symptoms, all other weird yet slightly common symptoms of pregnancy, you definitely knew now.
You were both in your hotel room, the last stop before the final half-day stretch that would get you to your mother’s house, your back to her front as she trailed her fingers over your stomach, muttering affirmations and praises under her breath at how good you’d been holding up when you felt what you thought was your nose running.
You reached up to swipe at your nose with a sniff, pulling your sleeve away to find red now smeared across it, “Oh no...”
She sat up with you, eyes going wide, “Baby?”
You held your nose, pinching the bottom of your nostrils as you cupped your other hand under your chin, holding your head forward while running to the bathroom.
It’s not an overwhelming amount of blood. You’ve seen Sevika come home with much worse from particularly bloody brawls at The Last Drop for sure. But to your wife? You may as well be dying.
Sev is right on your heels, a face towel in her hands already being run under some warm tap water as she pulls you in front of her, taking hold of your chin with her mech hand and assessing the situation as she cleans your face with the towel in her other one.
“This isn’t normal.... d’you think we can leave tonight? Get a jump on some answers? I’m worried about you.”
“Baby, it’s just a nosebleed. I won’t bleed out by morning. It’s not even bleeding anymore.”
She shakes her head, turning your face side-to-side face for signs of any bruising or other things that may be outwardly wrong with you. When she finds none, she starts to gently prod at your nose with a finger, pushing against the bridge and around, “You don’t get it, dreamy. You don’t get nosebleeds. I get those like an orphan gets the cold and flu. Not you... I don’t know a single person in the Lanes who’s just never had a nosebleed like you... I’m scared.”
While you were now very certain about being pregnant, you wanted to wait to tell her, so you simply took hold of her arms- standard panic protocol between the two of you- as you spoke gently, “Baby, there’s a lot of things going on with me that just aren’t normal for me, but that’s why we’re on this trip. We’ll get answers in the morning, okay? Breathe for me, deep breaths.”
Sevika’s barrage of questions and worries fizzle out on her tongue as she locks in with you, mumbling a small, ��Avalanche,” as she takes a deep breath in time with your own.
“There we go, my love. What can I do for you to make you feel a bit better right now? If you wanna get back on the road, we can. Or we can go cuddle and I’ll braid your hair. Or we can watch our show. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know, okay?”
She closed her eyes as she took a final breath, opening them once she blew it back out, “Can you braid my hair and we watch our show?”
“Of course, baby. Come on, relax time. If my nose bleeds again tonight, we’ll get up and head on immediately.”
The two of you ended up back in bed, Sevika’s head in your lap as you gave her a few braids to pull back into two little pigtails in place of her usual half pony, you guys’ show playing in the background of her giving you updates on the things she’s gotta do for Silco when you two return back home.
“And then he was literally all whiny talking about how he needs me to come in at some point when we get back so I can go head up the factory and take stock.”
You snickered, pulling a hair tie around her first little pigtail, “We need to get this man a calculator class or something. Oh, remind me it’s time for a trim when we get home, your undercut is practically long enough for me to braid it too.”
She rolled her eyes, rolling over in your lap to face you so you could do the other side of her hair, “Oh hush, it’s not that long.”
“Nah, I’m just being extra.”
“I love you...”
“I love you too.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, gritting her teeth, “I love you...”
You noticed the tense in her jaw, voice softening, “I love you more, baby.”
“Avalanche,” she said meekly, fist gripping your shirt.
You set your comb aside, pulling her up and into your arms as you wrapped your legs around her, allowing her to bury her face in your chest. Slowly rocking side to side, you stroked her hair with one hand, holding her tightly with your other arm as you pressed kisses to her temple and along her hairline, “I got you, Vika.... I’ll never let you go.... never leave... You’re safe... I love you... I’m always going to love you... nothing you do will change that... We’ve been married for so long now... We’re planning babies... We’re still gonna get our homestead... And you can have your animals... I’ll have my fruits and veggies... Me ‘n you, baby...”
You kept whispering little reassurances, reminding her about you guys’ life plan, the things the two of you have already accomplished together, the ones still to come, all while rocking her and playing in her hair. She was holding onto you for dear life. You’d been waiting for it to hit her again, knowing what time of year it was.
When her breathing evened out and her grip on you relaxed just the tiniest bit, you pulled back slightly, cleaning the crust from her eyes with your shirt before pulling the article off, tossing it to the floor. You finished her cute little pigtails while she slept, pausing to press a kiss to her nose every time she started to stir a little bit.
You watched a few more episodes of you guys’ show, making sure to put it back to where it was when she fell asleep before you relaxed as well, pulling the covers up over the two of you.
With a final kiss to her nose, this one earning a soft smile in her sleep, you leaned your head against hers before following her to sleep, mumbling, “Sweet dreams, my love... You’re gonna be a great mother...”
Pregnancy was... well...
Sevika wasn’t sure how to describe her pregnancy. She was in such a weird place after the initial day of her father finding out that she wasn’t sure what to make of anything.
One moment, he was “caring” for her- which really just meant not beating the shit out of her and pimping her out- and the next he was either acting like she didn’t exist or, again, human punching bag.
As far as symptoms, her vomiting didn’t last very long, took her maybe two weeks after that day for her to get a handle on forcing her morning sickness back down no matter what.
She really didn’t get the chance to think about it much. Sure, she had aches and pains. Sure, she had cravings. Sure, she was in and out of bathrooms like it was nobody’s business. But, those were all just minor- trivial things that ranged from annoying to slightly inconvenient at times.
The hard part was delivery.
Sevika delivered her daughter herself.
Alone, in a back alley, deep in the very heart of Zaun.
Giving birth hurt more than anything she’d ever felt before and anything she’d ever feel after.
Sevika didn’t know much about her body.
Besides the hateful things spewed about it from her father, the lustful words from her “clients”, and the few things she’d managed to sneak and read back when she was younger, she actually didn’t know much about how her body worked, let alone pregnancy.
But something seemed to come over her.
It was as if suddenly she knew everything she needed to have her baby safely.
Yes, she was giving birth in a dirty alleyway- the whole of Zaun was dirty, it was unavoidable- but even through the pain she was... calm.
She wasn’t worried about someone finding her and interfering. She wasn’t worried about her father.
All she cared about was making sure her baby made it out into this world.
And she did it.
With nothing but a lighter, a shoelace, a pocketknife, and some stolen whiskey, she delivered her baby.
A girl.
She always wanted to have a daughter when she was little.
She told herself that she’d have a girl so she could give her all the love and care that her father never showed her.
She named her Mieko.
Sevika didn’t know who the father was before now.
And even though Mieko was but a newborn, she knew.
This baby belonged to her father.
The next morning was a rush.
Sev wanted to get to your mom’s as soon as possible. She didn’t say anything about last night aside from asking if your nose had bled any more after she fell asleep, and you didn’t mention it either.
But the cloud still hung.
You noticed her fiddling with the two shell casings that hung from the same chain as her wedding ring. Every so often her hand would stray up to her neckline, fingers practically searching for the items that sat just beneath the fabric of her shirt. Each time you just gave her mech hand a little squeeze, kissing the back of it just the same as you would her flesh hand.
She was thankful you didn’t pry. You never did, actually. Sure, you knew what the casings held within them, and even more you knew exactly what it meant when she started to play with them, but you didn’t bother her about it. You gave her breath and space to grieve in her own way, never pushing for answers, never making her feel weak for showing her sadness. It was one of the many reasons she loved you so much.
Naturally, the somber mood slowly started to lift the closer the two of you got to your mother’s place of residence. You knew Sev was only mostly trying to distract herself, but you also knew how much she and your mother adored one another.
Presently, she was still fiddling with that chain of hers, rubbing the casings between her fingers as she spoke, “D’you think she’ll try and keep us here if it turns out we’re just having a baby?”
“As if you’d be opposed. The way you two act, people would swear I was the one who married in.”
She chuckled, sticking her tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because moms prefers me. I’m just that guy.”
You rolled your eyes, playfully mushing her in the face, “Literally die. Don’t ever say some stupid shit like that again.”
“Or what?”
“No booty.”
“What?!” She cried incredulously, immediately on her knees, “C’mon, mama, you know I was just playing. ‘M sorry...” she trailed, looking up at you with puppy eyes.
You couldn’t help the snicker that escaped you as you pulled her up by her chin, being sure to press your lips to hers when she got close enough before she was once again standing over you, “You gotta be nice to me, okay? I’m 65 percent sure mom wrote me out of her will to put you in it.”
She rolled her eyes playfully before leaning down to kiss you once more, “Oh, please, even if she did you already know I’d just give it all to you anyway.”
“True, true.”
“You ready?”
“Yeah, are you?”
“Hell yeah. If you end up not being pregnant we’ll just try again when we get home... so long as you’re not dying or something.”
“What if I was?”
“Don’t make me beat your ass, dreamy.”
You gasped dramatically, “You tryna eat my ass?!”
“I most certainly would hope not.”
The two of you immediately forgot about the little argument that was about to start as you both raced to get to your mom first from where she stood on her porch.
“Mommy,” you exclaimed as you launched yourself into her arms.
She let out a dramatized grunt as she wrapped you up in her embrace, squeezing you tightly, “I wish you’d have told me you were coming before I felt you. Would’ve made your favorites.”
“Sorry, it was kind of an emergency.”
Sevika cut in, tugging you out of the way, “Yeah, kinda like you hogging moms right now.”
Your mother snickered, squeezing Sev just the same, “You two need to be nice and stop fighting over me all the time. You both know that I love you equally.”
“But Sev’s not even-”
“What did I just say, gummy?”
You huffed, folding your arms as you grumbled under your breath, “I can’t stand either of you.”
When the two finally released each other, your mother turned her attention back to you, raising a brow, “Sevi, baby, can you do me a favor?”
“Anything, moms.”
“Go to the garden and gather the vegetables I’ll need for stir fry, please. I’ll be in the kitchen after I finish with this one,” she requested, eyes never leaving you as she seemed to be scrutinizing you. Sev left with a kiss to your cheek and another to your mom’s temple before she practically skipped away into the garden like the overgrown kid she really was.
“Do you have something you wanna tell me?”
“What do you mean, ma?”
“You’re choosing that card? Step into my office, gummy.”
You bit your lip as you followed after her into her home office, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie, “I swear to you, I don’t think I’ve got anything worse than a cold-”
“Sit down,” she instructs, not looking to play these games with you. You shut up immediately, sitting back as she takes your vitals, “Last period?”
“9 weeks ago.”
“6 weeks late, huh?”
“I know what you’re thinking and-”
“Did you know I’ve been dreaming about fish for a month now? Tiny little fish swimming around with tadpoles.”
You looked up at her as she handed you a cup, “Seriously, ma? I’m literally your only gay child.”
She raised a brow, “What does that have to do with me? Piss. I’m testing everyone, it hasn’t just been you.”
“So you tested Ky?”
“Sure did.”
You rolled your eyes the moment your back was turned, a slipper promptly smacking you in the back of the head, “Ow! I didn’t even say anything.”
“You rolled your eyes and you were grumbling in your head about me making your brother take a pregnancy test. Obviously, I tested his wife, genius.”
You smacked, rubbing the back of your head, “I didn’t even-” she raised her other slipper and you promptly shut your mouth before grabbing her slipper from earlier, handing it back to her. “I started getting the nosebleeds,” you mumbled softly.
She looked up from her clipboard, voice and eyes softer than before, “Dear, why you know-”
“That it means I’m pregnant? Yeah... I know...”
She set her things aside, wrapping her arms around you, “Oh my little girl... all grown up... about to have a little girl of her own.”
You chuckled through the tears that had begun to fall, “We don’t even know if it’s a girl yet. Not even close to finding that out.”
She waved your argument away, rubbing your back, “Did you forget who your mother is?”
You didn’t answer, holding her a little tighter. Your mom softened, voice quiet as she questioned, “What’s wrong, gummy?”
“I’m scared...”
“Of?”
“All of it.... being a mom... having a kid in the heart of Zaun... what if... what if Sevika falls out of love with me? Or I fuck up and lose the baby somehow? Or-”
“Excuse me? I know this isn’t how I raised you to think.”
“I know, but-”
“No buts. You’re scared of being a mom? Comes with the territory. You’re scared of having your kid in the heart of Zaun? Guess what, baby girl, that’s where my mom had me, and look at how I turned out. You think you’ll somehow breathe wrong and lose the baby, I already know because I know you- you won’t. I’ll check you two out properly before you guys go back home just to be sure everything is fine and in working order with you and your body and the baby.”
“As for Sevika? Sweet girl, if you think that girl is going anywhere away from you, then you clearly have a lot of learning to do. She looks at you like you’re the very air she needs to breathe; as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars just for her. That girl loves you even more than I do, and you’re my baby,” she chimed, playfully pinching your cheek, “Make no mistake, there’s nothing that could make her fall out of love with you. Not this one. And by Janna, if she does- call me.”
You chuckled through your tears, letting out a little sigh, “I got this?”
She gave you a kiss to your forehead, “Yes, sweet girl. You’ve got this. And I’ll be here the whole time, okay? And you’ve got a wife that loves you... You’ll be okay. And if you ever want to move back up here at any time during your pregnancy or after, let me know. My door is always open, you know this.”
“I know....”
The two of you stood like that for a good while before you mumbled, “Mommy?”
“Yes, gummy?”
“Thank you.”
She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head as she held you a little tighter, “Anything for my girl. I’ll keep the news to myself so you can tell my other daughter, alright?”
“Thanks... I love you.”
She planted an audible kiss to your forehead, “Of course, little one. I love you more. Now clean that pretty little face and get yourself together. I’ll tell your wife you’re using the bathroom while we get dinner going, okay?”
You let out a happy little sigh, giving your mother one last good squeeze, “Thanks, mommy.”
She gave your stomach a little pat before turning to leave, “Don’t take too long or you know she’ll come find you. Also, you have a cold, sit your ass on the couch when you come out and don’t you dare set foot in my kitchen, you hear?”
“Yes, mommy. I’ll be out in a second.”
The door closed behind her and you placed a hand on your stomach letting out a little breath, “Now I’ve gotta figure out how to tell your mom about you, angel.”
2 years.
Sevika had been hiding her daughter from her father successfully for 2 years.
She doesn’t know how he found her. She didn’t know then and, to this day, she doesn’t know now.
She’d returned to her childhood home from a day of “work”, heart falling from her stomach as Mieko came tottering to her, wrapping around her leg.
For the longest time, fear was the only word she could use to describe that day, but no... it was something more than that. Sevika wasn’t just afraid. She was horrified. Petrified even.
How long had her daughter been alone with her father? How did he find her? How long had he known about her? Was this his first time coming into contact with her?
A million questions and terrible scenarios ran through her mind, the soft pat of her daughter’s hand on her leg pulling her from the slow descent into panic. She couldn’t help but smile at her baby, picking her up and smothering her in kisses as the little girl dissolved into giggles. She could feel her father’s eyes watching her every move.
“You take her to the back room.” His voice was gruff as always, words short and to the point.
Sevika froze. She knew what was coming for her if she let go of her daughter and faced him alone. She didn’t move, arms clutching onto her child as her heart raced even faster than her thoughts.
There had to be a way out of this.
Her father hated repeating himself. His anger was palpable, a churning storm ready to roll through the house as he slammed his fist down, “Back room, now!”
The loud noise and his elevated voice scared Mieko. She started crying. He hates crying.
Sevika slowly backed toward the front door, holding a crying Mieko to her chest as she tried to quiet her.
Wrong.
Her father was in front of her in an instant, large hands reaching for Mieko. Sevika went to turn around, run back out the door, only to have her face smashed into it, her daughter torn from her arms by his other hand. He shook the crying child, screaming at her to shut up.
Disoriented with blurry vision, Sevika stood on unsure feet, trying to reach for her daughter back.
She felt that familiar tiny hand clutch her finger for the briefest of moments before a shot rang out.
She saw red.
Sevika’s hand strayed to the shell casings around her neck frequently throughout dinner, her eyes misty and sort of far away. Your mother looked to you, wondering what was up with her daughter in law, but you waved off her concern, stroking your thumb over Sevika’s thigh in a show of silent comfort each time she withdrew from the conversation.
After dinner was finished and the dishes had been put away, your mother left for bed with a kiss to each of your foreheads. You sat on the couch with your wife, rolling a cigar for her as she curled around you, her flesh hand at your stomach, tracing patterns over the bit of skin poking from beneath your top.
You placed the ‘gar between your lips, lighting it before taking a hit and holding it out for your wife.
She took it, not hitting it, but studying it before she took a hit, sighing upon her exhale of the smoke.
“How are you feelin’,” you asked softly, playing with her semi-wavy hair that had been freed from the braids and pigtails you’d made the night prior.
“Stressed... worried...” she trailed off, voice falling quieter as she passed the blunt back to you, “sad...”
“Where do you wanna start?”
She shrugged, unwrapping herself from around you to sit up beside you, “Dunno... it’s all just a lot right now...”
You leaned your head on her shoulder, taking a couple more hits of the blunt before you passed it back to her, taking up interest in her mech hand as you started to fiddle with the metal, “Okay.... what’s got you stressed?”
“Everything...”
“But in particular at this moment?”
She didn’t answer for a few moments, eyes clouding over again. You gave her mech hand a squeeze, whispering gently, “Hey...”
“Hm?”
“You keep leaving me... Talk to me...”
“Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met?”
Her mom.
You gave a small nod, “Entirely possible.”
“It’s like.... this longing... But it’s more than that because how can you long for something you never truly had? Even worse to miss someone who... who’s not here anymore because of you...”
Her last sentence was like a ghost, the words dissipating the moment they left her lips.
“Sevi...”
“It’s fine, I’m-”
“No, you aren’t, baby... And you don’t have to be. It’s okay to not be okay... But I wish you’d stop faulting yourself for that...”
She let out a sigh, holding the blunt out for you, “I know... Just.... can we talk about something else? Or just cuddle and smoke?”
You nodded as you took another hit, “We can do that.”
The silence that fell was comfortable, the two of you sharing the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but a roach left. You leaned to place it in the ashtray on the coffee table before moving to lay aginst Sev’s chest.
Your body was buzzing. It had been a while since you last smoked and you felt that familiar sensation of both floating and sinking into your wife’s body as you lay atop her, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, flesh hand trazing lazy patterns along your spine.
You tilted your head slightly to look up at her, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, but not really- she was thinking.
“You have such pretty eyes,” you whispered.
Her grin was immediate as she moved her vision down to you, those silver orbs darkened in her high state, “You think so?”
You nodded, curling further into her as you closed your own eyes, “So pretty... I hope the baby gets your eyes.”
Sevika is known for being a woman who revels in violence.
The Scary lady of Zaun.
She’s the one who kicks ass and takes names- no questions.
But it wasn’t always like that.
The shot flipped a switch in her.
To be quite honest, she’s not sure what exactly killed him.
Maybe it was her beating him.
Maybe it was her bashing his skull into the wall.
Maybe she’d broken his ribs with her kicks, punctured a lung or even better his heart.
She didn’t know.
But when the rage had settled and her father lie dead on the floor, she saw her little girl.
She crumpled, those tears she’d been holding back for so long in her life ripped from her as she held her girl in her arms.
Those tiny fingers wrapped around her pinky for the last time, matching silver orbs growing dim as Mieko took her final breath in her mother’s arms.
Sevika’s heart stopped in her chest as she froze beneath you.
You sat up, looking down to find her eyes glossed over, a single tear escaping, “Sev?”
Her eyes were wide, heart hammering away in her chest, threatening to burst from it as she just barely managed to speak, “You... you’re...”
You took her hands, nodding as you whispered, “Yeah, baby... I’m pregnant.”
You were holding back tears of your own. You’d only seen your wife cry once, and that was on your wedding day. Sevika crying was as rare as you getting a nosebleed.
You cupped her face in your hands, wiping away her tears as they fell. She seemed frozen, eyes faraway again as she whispered feebly, “You...”
Sevika didn’t know what to say. She had dreamed about this moment, played it out a million different ways in her head. She just knew she’d wrap you up in her arms, a mess of kisses and giggles. But now that it was here, the two of you under the light of the fire in your mom’s living room, she was stuck.
Her eyes focused on you as you spoke, tears in your eyes, “Hey, come back to me? You okay?”
No, she wasn’t okay.
“You’re pregnant...” she whispered, still sounding like she didn’t believe it.
You let out a soft chuckle, nodding as you leaned in to kiss a line down her nose, ending with her lips, “We made a baby, Sev...”
There were stars in her eyes as she stared at you. She was never one for flowery language, she’d tried, but she always stumbled over her words or felt like she’d just come off cheesy. Her hands moved to your waist, thumbs stroking the sides of your stomach as she looked up at you, “We did...”
“We’re gonna be parents...”
“We are...” she whispered, her words thick as she blinked away a fresh batch of tears.
You didn’t wipe them away this time. Instead, you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her as she tucked her face into the crook of your neck. If you felt her tears soak through your shirt, you didn’t say anything, fingers combing through her hair as you rocked softly.
Sevika was swimming through her thoughts in her mind. She was petrified and ecstatic at the same time, but the fear seemed to overtake the happiness by an astounding wave, causing her to press further into you. You simply wrapped your arms tighter around her, pressing a kiss into her hair as you rubbed her back to keep her grounded.
Her mind was running about a million miles a minute. Flashbacks of her own pregnancy, her labor and delivery in that cramped alley... the few moments of peace and happiness shared with her daughter.... Mieko’s eyes as the life leaked from them...
Then she thought about you. The life the two of you have settled into together. The day that started all of this when the two of you decided to try for a baby. About all the shit you’ve had to put up with thus far and all the things to come.
She pulled back to look at you, silver eyes glistening still in the lowlight, pupils blown as she found her voice, whispering under her breath, “Thank you...”
Your eyes caught on your mother, a soft smile on your face as she mouthed, “I told you so.”
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Hi, I was thinking Vi x Reader. Where Reader is half human and half vampire and she hasn’t drink blood in weeks now and she is crazy starving. When Vi came back home from work she didn’t see her girlfriend in the living room but found her in their shared room facing back to her. Vi slowly walk to her but Reader flinched and not turning towards her. Reader explained why she is not turning towards her but Vi wants her to drink blood from her but Reader refuse because she might think that she will hurt Vi. Vi told her it is okay and Reader made a decision by letting her drink blood from Vi.
BOTTOMS UP .vi
☆ WORD COUNT - 1.5K
VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER
☆ SUMMARY - vampire!reader hasn't been able to drink blood in what felt like forever. luckily for her, vi's there with open arms and an outstretched wrist. in fear of hurting her, you decline the offer but you and her both know you won't be able to refuse her much longer.
☆ WARNINGS - blood, vampire themes, def inaccurate description of vampires, petnames, use of y/n, use of good girl, thumb sucking?, sorta suggestive, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
your throat was dry and your head was pounding. you lay curled up in your bed, the blinds shut and your hands pressed against your face. you tried to shut everything out, block out the loud yells in your head. you were hungry, so very hungry.
but you were also sure that your girlfriend would be home soon.
piltover had put up the walls between zaun and piltover but jayce assured you that the walls wouldn't last long after seeing the worry written across your face. why? he wasn't sure. then again, neither did he deem it his business to ask. but with the walls being up between zaun and piltover, you had no way of getting into the woods. the place you went to when you were hungry.
you were a vampire, yes, had been for many years now, would be for the rest of eternity.
but you didn't feed on humans, no, you wouldn't even dream of it. despite your monster-like qualities, you vowed to be nothing like a monster. you didn't want to be the type of tale that scared kids, the type that their older siblings read before bed, just trying to get them riled up. you fed from animals, in the woods where no one would see you. and only one knew of your secret.
the same girl that was opening your front door.
"hey, cupcake." vi was walking through the door, tiredness evident in her voice. she found herself in your guys' shared bedroom as quick as lightning. ever since you'd moved out from your parents house, everything seemed so much smaller but with vi by your side, the world seemed to be filled with endless opportunities.
you didn't respond, but vi wasn't too concerned yet.
the curtains had been drawn, only she assumed that was due to the fact it was currently night and not the fact that your brain was in scrambles from when the sunlight was peeking through. she'd been working for a while now, helping out some kiramman girl with something she needed help on. she needed insight on the very city of zaun, the one vi had grown up in her entire life. so naturally, she didn't mind helping the girl. the one thing she didn't like? leaving you for so long.
you felt outstretched arms wrap around your torso, her head falling into your shoulder. only now, had you realised she'd been talking the past five minutes. "y'listening?" and your silence served as an answer enough. "hey, what's wrong, baby? you're being quiet." when she turned you around she could see your tear-stained under eyes and your pale complexion. "hey, what's wrong?"
you could see the worry coating her eyes and it made you impossible more guilty. "doesn't matter." but she could see by the under eye bags and your teased hair that it did matter.
"you're shaking." she commented, taking you into her arms with worry. at first, she would have assumed that you were sick. her hand placed itself on your forehead, feeling for any temperature. you were merely cold. "oh, is this a... you know, vamp thing?" you suddenly felt very embarrassed. "hey, hey, i'm not judging, you know that." her hands soothed down your arms, sitting up and pulling you with her. "i jus' wanna know what's wrong so i can help you."
"y'can't help." you spoke, looking away and not reaching her eyes.
but she wasn't having any of that. her fingers drew your chin back to her. "we don't know that until we try." she attempted at coaxing you. "jus' tell me wh's the matter?"
"the walls." your mumble caused her ears to perk under her bubblegum hair. "can't go into the woods."
"oh, baby." she frowned suddenly, realising she hadn't thought of that at all. "I was so wrapped up in working with caitlyn, i completely forgot."
but before you could even assure her that it was okay, your hands were pushing at her. "v-vi." trying to get away. with confused eyes, her hands followed you, pressing against your upper arms. "vi, please don't touch me." suddenly feeling tears spring in your eyes.
the girls brows were pinched together. "why not?" before contorting to a look that told you she understood what you had meant now. "oh."
"vi, please." but she didn't let go. you didn't want to loose control, but you were starving. you needed to eat before you ended up killing yourself but for the first time in all of your life, you'd truly been tempted. you'd been tempted to feed off a human but that wasn't you, you wouldn't hurt somebody. you wouldn't kill somebody. but with the hunger that you felt then, you were sure that if you started, you wouldn't be able to stop.
vi's hands were on you, her eyes searching yours even as you tried to back away. but vi was keen, she didn't let you move. her hands held an iron grip on you, sapphire eyes boring into your own. "feed off me."
your eyes went wide as saucers, whipping your head towards her so fast you were sure you'd gotten whiplash. "what?" is the only word that fell from your lips, your brows now pinched together and your hands shaking impossibly more. what she was asking you to do, it wasn't just dangerous, it was suicidal.
but her hands didn't stop soothing up and down your arms, she didn't even seem afraid of you. she should be, she really should be. even you were afraid of yourself. "you're in pain." she noted by the way your face had contorted from the minute she stepped into the room. with her being here, it would only be harder to control your urges and she didn't want you to have to do that. "let me help you, sweet girl."
but you didn't feel anything alike 'sweet' in that given moment. you glanced up at her, doey eyes coated with a glossy cover of tears. "vi, 'm really hungry." a whole whimper falling from your lips. "i can't―I wouldn't be able to stop― I don' wanna hurt you." but god, were you tempted.
"hey." her fingers brushing up and down your arms so gently. "everythings gonna be okay, cupcake, y'just gotta let go, 'kay?" she was reaching her arm up towards you, your eyes impossibly wide. "jus' let go for me, angel."
but you couldn't. you wouldn't. but her wrist lay in front of you, pumping. and you suddenly felt dizzy. "vi." you whimpered, the first tear falling down your doll-like cheek.
"'s okay." she cooed, soothing you. "'s okay just let me help you." she watched as your gaze turned back to her wrist, head feeling all floaty like and your eyes a little hazy. "jus' wanna help you." but even she was beginning to feel light headed, and you hadn't even began. sure, she wanted to help you and she'd do that a thousand times over, only a tiny feeling at the bottom of her stomach was laced with fear. then she remembered who was standing in front of her. her sweet and lovely y/n, you'd do no wrong, you wouldn't hurt her. even if you fed from her. "bottoms up." she mumbled.
she watched as your face contorted lightly, almost in pain as your mouth opened, fangs seeping out from your teeth. you whimpered gently as vi guided her wrist towards your mouth. hesitantly, you looked at her to which she nodded. in your starvation? more than enough for you. you gently sunk your teeth into her skin.
vi inhaled, squeezing in a breath as a light pain trickled around her body. but she didn't scream or yell about. that was the thing about vi, pain tolerance like no other. her free hand came down to your head, pressing against the crown of your hair. "that's a good girl." she spoke, gently stroking your hair. "see? you're okay."
but your mind wasn't focusing on her words, they were merely entering one ear and getting tossed out the next. your teeth were impaled in her skin, the blood filling your mouth. your eyes shut, a little noise of relief leaving your lips. your hands moved to press her wrist closer against your mouth. it tasted so good.
almost instantly, you felt the colour return to your face, the eye bags wash away as relief pumped through your veins.
you never drank human blood but this wasn't just any human, it was vi. and it tasted better than any animal you'd ever seen, you were sure it'd taste better than any human, too.
you could have drank the blood until her body run dry. but you couldn't. in fear of hurting her, you took your mouth away from her wrist, pulling away as your eyes flickered back up to hers, checking for any sign of regret.
you were blinking harshly, trying to let the blood set in after not drinking in weeks. while your body was swaying gently, vi was still ever so still. her eyes were a little hazy as her lips curved upwards. her thumb came down to meet your mouth, gently smearing the blood that had been on it around your bottom lip. she tapped your cheek causing you to part your mouth. instantly, she stuck her blood-covered thumb between your lips.
you whimpered softly against the skin, your eyes fluttering shut. "'s a good girl." she mumbled. "so good."
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#queer#lesbian#gay#bisexual#vi#vi arcane#vi x reader#vi arcane x reader#vi x you#vi arcane x you#vi x y/n#vi arcane x y/n#vi imagine#vi arcane imagine#vi drabbe#vi oneshot#vi smut#vi fluff#vi angst#vi arcane drabble#vi arcane oneshot#vi arcane smut#vi arcane fluff#vi arcane angst#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x you#arcane imagine#arcane fluff
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Toddler Hc
jinx x reader
Word count: 680
Sorry it’s kinda short. I wasn't feeling this prompt for some reason :/ hope you like it at least a little
-100% tricked when your toddler was a baby, they pretty quiet and went to bed without too much of a fuss
-Apparently they were just saving all their energy for when they hit year 2
-Very much like jinx in the good but slightly tiering way very artistic (though you struggle to figure out what they’re drawing) and always running around jumping off of something (which stresses the both you out to no end)
-VERY early on you realized how no toddler proof jinx’s lab is, which might seem obvious but when the both of you spent 90% of your time there you forget that the treasure chest of explosive is completely in reach for toddlers
-timeskip to 2 days later you’ve finished baby proofing it (probably) after that one you both really started to realize how stressful it is to much sure your kid is safe, not even in Jinx’s lab just living in the undercity
-This leads the both of you to become very protective of them (even more than before if it’s even possible) they will NEVER be allowed in the last drops bar no matter how old they are, any new staff will be going through teens stalking someone on the internet level background checks.
-Toddler is also 100% spoiled neither you or Jinx grew up with a lot so the baby will have anything they could want (maybe your both using it as a way to heal your inner child) + with silco king pen of the undercity they have the ultimate protection and spoil-y grandpa
-jinx makes HUNDREDS of little toys and crap for them
-on the more angsty side it was a real struggle to find a way for Jinx to be around as much as she wants to be with her episodes, she is prone to be way more reactive and violent
-Another thing that the both of you noticed pretty early on thankfully, you came up with a system just a random word or phrase maybe a noise to let you know when she could feel any kind of episode coming on and when she was already in one it was pretty obvious so you could take toddler somewhere/with someone safe so you could tend to Jinx
-This of course lead to you pretty often finding Jinx crying about how she was a ‘terrible mom’ you would always hold her and tell her how it wasn’t her fault and how being parent was going to be a wildly different experience for someone with mental illness
-and of course she does the same thing for you if you ever feel like you’ve failed as a parent in some way
-Jinx she wasn’t really old enough to remember much of her bio parents and even though Vander was a good father she didn’t get to be around him for very long and Silco isn’t really the best role model for what to be as a parent and if the you didn’t have a great parent you both feel like your not prepared to be parents
-not really knowing what should really be considered right or wrong while still wanting to let your kid know they do what they need to in order to protect themselves +when the hell do you even have that talk with your 2 year old??
-Jinx also being depressed about how your kid will never know their aunt, uncles or grandma and grandpas thinking it’s her fault
-She tries to find pictures of them and is only partly successful so she draws pictures of them too
-Being a parent in general is so hard already with tantrums, getting a toddler to sleep, feeding them, entertaining them, education (is there even a proper education system in the Undercity???), making sure they feel safe and loved.
-But all that in the first place but that as first time parents living in the undercity with at least one mentally ill parent???
-In the end no matter how tired ya’ll are you both love your toddler more than anything in the world and would commit multiple war crimes for them
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#x reader#gn reader#fluff#arcane#male reader#fem reader#jinxarcane#jinx x reader#parenting#toddlers#parent!jinx#parent!reader#light angst
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ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ
yellow september prompt ! 🐰
story type: drabble
pairing: sevika x fem!reader
warnings: attempted sexual assault, ptsd, angst, mentions of blood
requested: yes
prompt: catching the other crying + comforting + ptsd
With trembling hands, you finally pull yourself together enough to close the bathroom door of the bar that was crowded with drunks and criminals. It was Saturday night, of course Last Drop was chaotic. Back pressed against the wall, you press your head against the old wood, your weakened feet giving up on supporting your body weight as it slides down gradually.
The distant sounds of muffled music somewhere in the back of your mind, the obnoxious squeak of your black converses scuffing across the dirty blue tile, and the distant thud of a knock on the door coalesce into one, constantly hammering in your head. The tremors don't stop, your vision is distorted for vague seconds that feel more like an eternity.
"Idiot...I'm an idiot..." You whisper bitterly to yourself as terror consumes you. Breathing seems like an impossible task with that sharp, constant, and frightening knock on the door. "I need to get out of here…How am I going to get out of here?" Your deity fingers run along the roots of your hair, lightly tugging at the strands as a lump forms in your throat.
"Come on, honey…I don't have all day! Are you gonna get out of there or am I going to have to break down the door and drag you outta there?" The man laughed with that cold, disgusting voice, talking as if you were nothing but a piece of meat. That's how the asshole saw women. "I'll count to three..."
"Shit...Holy shit...Fuck!" Your breath is laboured as your breathe out. Panic settles in. It was not the first time where a man put you in this predicament. Surviving a sexual assault was hard as its own, though being forced to face your demons again, feeling so vulnerable, feeling like a prey...It took a heavy toll on you. You couldn't fight. It felt as if your body was put in a trance. Cold sweat dripped from your forehead and your vision went blurry, heart nearly crawling out of your throat. "Fuck...No...No, no, no...This can't be happening...Not again..."
"One..."
It was as if you could already feel those disgusting hands invading and violating your body, dumping all that dirt on your soul, robbing you of your dignity. You couldn't do anything to stop him. You couldn't fight him. You were so small. So vulnerable. No...not again...
"Two..."
Closing your eyes, you feel the hot, bitter tears sliding down your skin, leaving a burning, wet trail on your face. The feeling of guilt and fear unite, they tie up your heart in barbed wire and pull at the ends. The pain is unbearable. It renders you speechless, breathless. If only had you listened to Sevika...Why did you have to be so stubborn?
"Three..."
Sevika had warned you in clear and rather stern words not to visit this jungle unattended. The people of this place were not to be trusted, on the contrary, they could be very inhuman and dangerous. Your girlfriend's head was valuable, and they would do anything to see her vulnerable. Knowing that you are her Achilles heel, you are the easier target. Breaking you would break Sevika, as hard as it was for her to admit it.
If only she was here now...If only had you listened...
"Sevika..." You whisper weakly. "Please...Save me..." It is the last thing that leaves your mouth before the world goes black.
[...]
"(Y/N)...(Y/N)!" You feel light taps on your cheek and you frown. Your nose twitches a slightly, face tense, until you finally manage to open your eyes. "Fuck. Are you okay?" You blink a couple times at the sight of your girlfriend. She looks wild as her breath is clearly heavy, eyes wide. You flinch slightly in her arms, only now noticing you were being carried in your apartment.
"S-Sev..." You whimper and scoop up the hot, red liquid dripping from her shirt. "Y-you ar-"
"It's not my blood." Sevika nearly growls. "He'll never lay his hands on you. Nobody touches my girl."
Your heart drops as reality kicks in. The fear settles in your body as your mind is sent in a state of panic and you choke out a pained sob. Sevika quickly sits down on the couch and cradles you in her arms like a baby, pressing her human hand against the back of your head. Sevika's blood is still running so hot that she does not feel any pain from her busted knuckles, the knuckles she didn't bother getting bandaged just yet. Her facial features are hard and stern, you can sense she's angry, though it's obviously not directed at you.
"Shhh..." She gently shushes you. "He didn't touch you, babe. I promise. You blacked out from the stress. I was getting to the bar when a waitress told me what was going on." She clenched her robotic hand as her eyelid twitched. "I dragged him out and slaughtered him like the fucking dirty pig he is. Remember when I promised you that I'd never let a man lay a finger on you again? You're mine. You're my baby girl. Nobody touches what's mine. Nobody will ever hurt you again. You are safe with me, you hear that?"
You sheepishly, tiredly nodded. Your body felt exhausted as your mind slowly calmed down.
"I kill anybody that hurts you." Sevika said as she kissed away your salty tears.
#lesbian#wlw#arcane#arcane women#arcane netflix#arcane x reader#sevika#sevika x reader#sevika x reader angst#fluff#sevika x you#sevika x y/n
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Here's a whole bunch of overdue WIPs bc I accidentally started sketches and a random comic idea out of nowhere 💀👌
I can't wait to post the complete versions though, I went out of my comfort zone so I'm excited to see how it pays off 🙏
#arcane#my art#fanart#arcane vi#arcane jinx#arcane powder#wip#art#arcane art#sketch#characterart#work in progress#sisters#fluff and angst#hugs#atlas gauntlets#teen vi#they look so soft in my style lmao these girls are basically cats#pistol#gun#digitalart
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