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✨After Work ✨
// Vi x Fem Reader (+18) //
MDNI or I'll steal your tooth fairy money!!
Summary: You come home after a difficult late night. For some reason, you can't sleep so you decide to read some books you haven't read in a while as you wait for your wife. Soon after, Vi comes home to find you awake. She misses you so much, she can't contain herself~
A/N: I had this idea for a while now and God why is this woman fictional 😩 I hope my writing is good so ight enjoy bye bye ✨ also I may or may not have proofread this
Warnings; Top!Vi x bottom!reader, rough sex, hickeys, a lil degrading, sloppy kisses, praises, a lil mommy kink, begging, strap on!Vi, feral Vi, reader!receiving, Vi!giving.... Uh, I think that's it.
"Ugh."
So annoyed, you fall into your comfy bed. You don't think twice of your work clothes, just that you're so damn comfy in your shared soft cold bed at home. You'll remind yourself of your clothes and bags at the door later, but right now you rest upon your wife's pillow hugging it. You take a deep breath, smelling in her scent. It makes your heart beat faster reminding yourself how happy you am to come home to a wonderful woman like Vi.
It was only a year or two ago when you two got married. The wedding was beautiful and it was small affordable wedding for us. Vander helped pay for the venue and food. The drinks came free on Vander's behalf. Powder and Ekko took care of the decorations. Silco was even kind enough to play the piano for you as you walked down the aisle in your gorgeous dress. He was a quick replacement due to the fact the musician cancelled really quick unexpectedly. It was still kind of him, though.
You open your eyes after re-living that moment. You finally get up to take a hot shower, hoping that all of work would just wash away. After your shower, you clean up your work bags that fall at the door. You walked into the kitchen to have left overs of Vi's attempts at dinner one night. You still loved it, it came out great with a few burnt pieces. But you didn't mind. You enter the living room after eating some food in the kitchen. "why the hell aren't I tired...?" You sorta wondered, but shrugged it off and took the time to gather ur favorite books placing them onto the bed. You put on one of Vi's new hoodies that came out the dryer, read them in the bed all cozy with some tea.
You can tell time has passed with your 2nd book in hand. Without much thought, you can hear the front door open and close with keys jingling. A big groan from the front echoes in the hall, followed by the sound of metal falling on the ground. "babe?" You call out and lean to peek out the bedroom. A smile grows on your face as you see your wife emerge from the living room into the bedroom. Your heart pounds each time you see her, she's so sexy and wonderful. "damn, hey, angel." Vi smiles and walks over to me, sorta limping.
"you aren't hurt, right?" You tilt your head.
"No my feet kinda hurt, that's all. And I miss my baby," Vi cups your face into a soft gentle kiss that gets a little wild mid way until you stop her halfway. She pouts and she kinda pulls you out the bed by your thighs. She stands in between your legs. "What's with you, huh? I know you didn't miss me that much." Vi chuckles lowly and rests her head against yours. Her head is cold, she embraces your warmth.
"God, I fucking missed you. I love you so damn much," Vi begins to give you heated sloppy kisses as her hands sneak into the back to your head. You didn't think that she would have some energy, especially after her late night. You cup her face to stop her and look her in the eyes. "I love you too, Vi" you sweep her hair aside, "Do I need to ask how was work? You groaning at the door told me a lot." You laugh and kiss her nose. She sighs and rests her head against my shoulder. She sneakily slips her hand under the hoodie, starting to knead your chest a little, while she explains her day running around Piltover and some extra work in the Lanes. You are trying your best not to moan at her callous hands, but damn was she so fucking good.
"Aww, I'm sorry baby. You deserve some cuddles," you giggle, "Take a shower and then you can rest in your favorite spot." Also known as your chest. She was obessed with your heartbeat. Then again she's always been the protector, some comfort for her is well deserved. Vi stands up properly to look you in the eyes, but just by her glance, she was hungry for you. You take a deep breath, trying to avoid her seductive eyes and give her kiss. "come on baby" you get up from the bed standing in front of her, only in her hoodie and your (f/c) underwear. You don't think twice as she pats your ass hella hard, you yelp. She smirks, "My, my~ Already wearing my new hoodie, hm?" Vi touches your hips, as her hands ride up your torso inside your hoodie. She attempts to kiss your neck more, but you stop her. "No, no. Go take a shower, you horny thing." You smirk back as you walk out her hands. Vi tilts her head down, looking at me with seduction in her eyes. This only triggered something in her to have you tonight, despite how late it is. The way she got her eyes on you, you are certain there's a puddle in your underwear.
Eventually, Vi exits out of the shower and walk out the bathroom with her towel only on her head. Her bare body exposed as she looks at her dresser and then immediate eye contact with you. She smirks as she sees your eyes trailing her body. Embarrassed, you look away immediately, putting your books away to the side of your bed and laying back down on the bed.
"No, I saw you staring" she giggles, getting into bed with you, her nude muscluar body starts to graze u. "V-Vi!" You laugh as she hovers over you and starts kissing on your cheek. "Mm, did anyone see my marks I laid on your neck?" Vi hums as she bites her lip excited of the possibility, proud of her previous night efforts. "yes and too many people fucking asked," You laugh as she lays her forearms by your side, throwing her legs over you. "do you know how late it is, angel?" Vi hums as she runs her hand up the hoodie, and starts toying with my nipple. She leans on one of her forearm, examining your face as she lays kisses upon you. You run your hands up her strong biceps and wrap them around the back of her neck. You bite your lip trying to contain yourself and find an answer to her question. "hmm, baby? Why were you up so late? My baby girl wasnt waiting for me, right?" Vi begins to lift up the hoodie and lick your now hard nipples. "V-Vi~" you moan as her hands and tongue caresss your chest. "Ahh... Ahh...~ I just couldn't sl-sleep, baby..." You grip her hair as she keeps tending to your breasts. Vi kisses her way down to your now drenched cunt. You moan out her name louder as she gets closer, starting to beg her to take care of you. You didn't expect her to be in the mood, but she sure as hell got you in the mood very fast. Vi sets herself in between your thighs, leaving bites and sloppy kisses. She bites your underwear and takes them off with only her teeth. "Someone's feral this late..." You pant out little laugh as her hand continues to tease your nipple. Vi watches as you pussy twitches from the cold air hitting it. "fucckkk... baby girl~ you're so wet for me and all I did was tease you just a little bit" Vi smirks in a cocky way, knowing she can make you horny in a matter of seconds.
"Ahh, ahh!!" You cry out for Vi, gripping her hair as she devours you so damn loud and sloppy. You pant out, indicting how close you are to releasing. "Vi, Vi please~!!" Your mouth forming into a circle as you get so damn close to your release. Instead of Vi being so kind letting you release, she sits up from your thighs. Her mouth is covered with your wetness from all her sloppy eating. She moves away, watching you pant and whine. Vi opens her dresser, immediately grabbing what she wants. She puts her legs through her strap on as she catches you, trying to rub yourself for your release. "Nuh uh" Vi pulls you by legs to the edge of the bed. She starts palming your ass repeatedly. You whine after each hit. "naughty girls don't get good rewards. Trying to make yourself cum without my permission, how naughter of you~~" Vi flips you over so your legs are hanging off the bed. "now you don't get to see Mommy's new toy~"
"I'm sorry mommy~" you say softly, trying to turn to her to view her new toy. Vi interrupts your attempts by pushing your head into soft bed. "no no, naughty girls don't get to look." She proceeds to grip your thighs and levels you to her false cock. Your moan muffled in the bed. "I got a new gift a few days ago, I was very excited to show you but you had to go do something very naughty? My naughty slut~" Vi slaps your ass a few more times. "I'm sorry, mommy" you moan out a bit loudly to her, pleading for forgiveness. But it all makes sense. That's what made her so damn horny, no matter how tired she was coming home, she was showing her new toy. Without much warning, you feel the tip entering and it begins to stretch your insides. This is a new cock and it's bigger than the last. You nearly scream out into the bed. "Mommy!!" You groan out for her. "Use your words~ What's the matter, darling? You want something?" Vi starts kissing along your back and you can feel her smirk against your back. "P-Please, fuck me mommy..." You look back at her.
"Your wish is my command" with one final slap to your ass, Vi fully inserts herself. You scream out gripping and almost tearing the sheets. Vi was still gentle, making sure she wasn't hurting you. She waits until you are fully okay with the size. She kisses the side of your cheek. "just let me know angel, when your ready baby" Vi says gently as she moves your hair out of your face into her fist. You love how Vi was always gentle with you, even from the first time you two had sex. She genuinely thought she was hurting you the first night, until you had to reassure her. Now she always wants to be as gentle as possible with you. You grab her hand and look at her. "Go for it..." You bite your lip and brace for her endless pounding.
"What a good slut you are for mommy...! Taking me in~ You wanna cum again for me, baby~??" Vi whispers in your ear, with a fistful of your hair lifting your head up. She kisses ur ear lobe while she waits for you to settle. You're a quivering mess with tears in your eyes after she let you cum twice by now. You're obsessed with her new toy, and Vi was frankly glad it was worth it. You nod, a babbling mess and the only words you can comprehend is "Vi" or "mommy". Like your rooting for her in a boxing match. "God damn, I've ruined this cunt. It has my new shape and all, no one else's. All mine." Vi growls in your ear lowly as she begins to pound you slowly but rough. Vi was trying to take her time for you to catch up, though she can't contain herself with all your moaning and incoherent babbling. Vi lifts you up, one hand on your waist and one under your thigh, as she sits on the bed. She holds you in a full nelson. She loves taking care of you, pounding you till all your problems went away. She knew you needed this, she even took a step ahead of you and called out for you as she did for herself. The next day was gonna be filled with her spoiling you with aftercare and kisses and your favorite food. Vi had it all planned out for you, but she continued to live in the moment with you as you cried out for her. You tried to cover your mouth, but her hand immediately stopped you. "no, no, use that beautiful voice, angel. I love hearing your beautiful voice," Vi talks into your ear as she bounces you faster on her lap. You don't know what do grab with your hands so you reach behind Vi's head and grab her hair. "Vi, vi!" You moan out as you start shaking again. you're panting starts to grow. "Please, Vi!"
"please what? Come on, angel, I know you can use those pretty words." Vi speaks as she gives u hickeys on the back of your shoulder. "I wanna cum, Vi!" You scream out as u grab her hair. Vi hums and chuckles at you crying out for you. She's gone a little feral for you, but she hears you and won't have you waiting any longer. Vi let's you cum on her false cock. She watches u as u collapse against her and your head throws back against her shoulder. Vi kisses ur neck lovingly as you relax and come down from your high. Vi slowly takes her false cock out of you, "Shit, babe. You left such a creamy mess. I'm proud of you, I knew you could do it. You deserve it, (Y/N)..." While you're still laying there catching your breath, Vi lays you down as she takes off her strap and cleans you up since you're unable to move. She kisses up your thighs and rubs your tummy. "Good job, baby girl," Vi curls up to your body. "I love you, Vi..." You were able to mumble out. "I love you too, (Y/N)." You two take in each other's presence by resting. You smile as you kiss her head.
" .... Uh..."
"what, Vi?"
"Look outside." After Vi pointed out the window, you turn and can see the sun coming up. You face turns hot as you look back at Vi. Vi starts laughing at your shocked face. "Don't worry, babe. I already called out from work for you and I. Today is just gonna be us cuddling and doing everything you like inside." Vi kisses your cheek at your stunned face at the time it is. "You did this on purpose." You poke her abs. "Ehh, maybe." Vi laughs again as she rest her head on your chest. You too drift off to sleep in for the day.
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A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed ✨ it's sorta proofread all the way through, okay enjoy now I'ma work on the royal Knight!Vi x Princess!Reader muah muah muah kiss kiss for you bye bye
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Holy shit, with how big vander and silco are that double teaming would DESTROY whoever was the middle
HELL YEAH THEY WOULD
Actually here's a quick drabble for that
Vander x GN!Reader x Silco (throuple)
Warnings: Nsfwish, no actual mention of sex but some pillow talk for after sex
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"You alright, Darl?" It's Vander's voice, you know that from the endearment. Silco never cuts them off. Always a full, Darling or sweetheart, or on rare times when he's sure no one else can hear he'll call either of you 'Sweetie Pie'.
But right now you can't focus on it too much. You're sore, from your jaw to between your legs. Only a soft hum from yourself had Vander chuckling, and then you heard a match lighting. Pipe being lit, you can listen to his lips take the first few puffs before he's moving to lay down beside you.
You turn your head, to find him smirking. "Did we tire you out?"
There's barely any energy in your left to smack the back of your hand against his chest, but you still manage to do it. It earns a hearty laugh before he's drawing your hand up to kiss the back of it. Speaking to you with only an amused look.
"Come here, love. Silco will be back soon." And he's letting go of your hand, drawing him to you with it instead, until your cheek is pressing against his chest. The hair there is full of his scent and helps you relax further.
It's a few minutes of cuddling before the door opens.
Silco enters, carrying a tray of glasses and snacks. He's wearing his own robe this time, instead of swimming in Vander's like last time it had been his turn to grab everything.
"How are they?" It's said to Vander, as he lowers the tray on his nightstand. The robe is off next, and soon he was sliding into bed with you.
"Oh, we really did a number on them this time." Vander's voice is amused, but Silco's gaze hardens. He runs a hand over your side, checking over the marks on your hips. Vander's eyes roll, but he lets go enough for the other man to secure an arm around your waist. "They're fine, Silco."
Silco opens his mouth, to start to argue, but you move a hand down to squeeze over top of his own. Too exhausted to find proper words. "M'fine, Silco."
"You really are exhausted, aren't you." It's not even a question, but he's starting to sound amused now too. And a little prideful from how his chest puffs out, as he leans over to kiss your forehead.
And then steal Vander's pipe to take a few puffs out of it. Both men swapped it above you, but you were far too tired to care, beyond the quick caress they gave you.
When your eyes began to flutter close, there was a hand against the back of your neck. Lifting you up. "No sleeping yet, Darling."
Glass is pressed to your lips, as Silco tips the water carefully into your mouth, letting you slowly gulp it down. Once the glass is gone, Vander is quick to press pieces of food to your lips. Crackers and cheese, while Silco pressed another kiss to your forehead.
"You did wonderful, sweetheart."
"Such a good job, Darl." Vander echoes, with a kiss on your forehead. Once his lips are off, you can glance up and watch as their mouths met. Smiling at the sight, you settle back down between them. It isn't long before they both settle down beside you, each one with an arm around you.
The softness of their embrace is the last thing you feel when you fall asleep and the first thing you feel when you wake up.
#vander x reader#silco x reader#sweaty asks#silco xreader x vander#arcane#daily drabble arcane#I wrote this not on my computer so#might be bad#rip
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Flower Crowns.
So, you know me! I can't resist a little bit of symbolism, so I used flower language on the flowers used.
Both:
Chamomile Flower: Energy in Adversity
Yarrow Flower: Healing and Love
Forget-Me-Not: Respect, Love, 'please don't forget me'
Alear:
Edelweiss: Courage, Devotion
Red Chrysanthemum: I love you (Alfred made the crown for Alear, you can't tell me he wouldn't put those in)
Thyme: Strength and Courage
Sage: Immortality
Dark Red Rose: Mourning
Delphinium: Big Hearted, New Life
Nasturtium: Victory in Battle
Alfred:
White Windflower (the flower Lumera gave him (Vander B support)): Sickness, Luck, Protection
Hibiscus: Delicate Beauty
Gum Cistus: Ill health, Death, 'I shall die tomorrow'
Centaury: Simple (as in a little foolish), Delicate
At the start of my game-play, Alfred was nicknamed 'sacrificial Alfred' for a little while since he took all the damage because he could move quickly to the main villains, so popping in the 'delicate' flower was a little amusing nod to that 😂 < I eventually put him with Sigurd and changed his class, which helped!
#ok so the spoilers for the flowers and plot lines will be in the tags so...#don't look if you don't want those#alfred#alear#alflear#f!alear#alfred x alear#flower crowns#creativesplat draws#is that enough tags so people have to click 'read more' or 'drop down' to get to the spoilers?#hopefully#fe 17#fe engage#fire emblem#engage#so...#the new life thing#Alear dies and is brought back: so thus has new life#energy in adversity just felt like the perfect pick for both of them#alfred because of how energetic and excitable despite being chronically ill#and alear because no matter how many set backs she has she always manages to fight on#like past alear is so broken and so hurt and yet she still manages to keep fighting and chooses to become good and then after 1000 years#sleeping she gets up and just does her job trying to stop the villain because she's awesome#the rose for mourning would be either mourning the loss of Lumera#anyway#'please don't forget me' with the forgetmenot - alfred dies at the end (because he isn't immortal but Alear is)#imminent death for alfred because if he isn't pact ring-ed his chronic illness becomes terminal and he dies (a few years after#he takes the throne (poor Alfred 🥺))#you all know who I gave the pact ring to#we do love a bit of symbolism in our art 😂
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The Art in the Heart - Chapter 7
An unexpected detour brings out a different side to Silco and new people into your life…
Everybody Lives AU | Pre-Act 1 | Silco x Reader | Female!Reader | Slow Burn | Eventual Smut | Fluff | Mild Angst || SFW | TW: Alcohol Consumption | WC: 2.67k
ao3 || Masterlist || Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
taglist: @sherwood-forests @deny-the-issue @let-the-monster-out @ariaud @joscelyn02 @crunchlite
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It’s one thing when Silco calls you “sweetheart”; you’re actual friends, and he seems to have a genuine affection for you. He never says it to tease, unlike this bartender. When a man uses it casually with strangers, it’s a sure sign that he’s up to no good.
Still, you’re caught off-guard by his greeting.
“This is The Last Drop?” you ask, incredulous. Everybody knows the name of the Children’s headquarters, but you didn’t know it was a bar. Or what it looked like on the inside.
“Sure,” says the bartender. “Something wrong with that?”
“No, sorry,” you say quickly. “It’s just— my friend made it sound like— like a war room, or something.”
“This ‘friend’ wouldn’t happen to be Silco, would it?” he asks. He gives you another scrutinizing look.
Something about his gaze makes you self-conscious. You stand up a little straighter. “Yeah.”
“Did he ask you to drop by?” Now he’s trying to suppress a grin.
“No. Is he here?”
“He’s in the back, I can give a shout for him if you like—?”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you shake your head. “I need to get going.”
“Not before you tell me your name, miss,” he says, smiling fully now.
You pause hesitantly before telling him.
“The name’s Vander,” says the bartender. He extends his hand out.
“You’re Vander? I’ve heard a lot about you,” you take his hand. Silco had described his brother-in-arms as a big man with a big heart. The man in front of you certainly fits part of that description, as first impressions go.
“All good things, I hope,” he chuckles. Instead of a handshake, Vander turns your hand so he can kiss your knuckles. As if he were Topside gentry.
Oh this guy is definitely bad news.
“Vander, we’re out of—” Silco himself appears next to Vander behind the bar. Freezing at the sight of Vander’s lips on your hand.
“Silco! Hi!!” Your voice comes out as a squeak. You yank your hand back.
Why are so many people materializing out of thin air tonight? You’re surprised, but happy to see him as always. Right now, however, something about this current situation feels a little… uncomfortable. The drink in front of you looks tempting for your suddenly parched mouth.
Silco seems just as surprised as you right now. His mouth falls open, the bright lights of the pub reflecting off his chipped teeth.
“Hi,” he finally says. One end of his mouth quirks upward.
“Hi,” you can’t help but beam at him. (He’s here now. Everything’s going to be fine. What were you even worried about in the first place?)
“What brings you here?” he asks. He rounds the bar to sit next to you. His shoulder brushing yours.
Uh-oh. You’re not about to tell him about your stalker in front of a stranger. Even if that stranger is Silco’s best friend. “I was just in the neighborhood.”
Silco eyes you thoughtfully. Can he see your concerns on your face? If he can, he doesn’t comment on them. His lips twitch before breaking out into a smile.
“It’s good to see you,” his voice is warm.
“You too,” you press against him playfully.
“Hey, kid,” Sevika’s voice cuts in on your other side. She sits on a bar stool next to you, blowing smoke in your face.
“Oh, sorry,” you cough. “Got your drink right here.”
You pick up one of the drinks and set it down in front of her lightly.
Sevika and Vander exchange glances. A silent conversation playing out between them. Mischief brewing in their eyes.
Her lips part slightly when she smiles, as if releasing a mirthful energy into the room. “You’re not gonna make me drink alone, are you?”
“I can’t. I have to work early tomorrow, sorry,” you wince. (Sheesh, is there anything else you want to apologize for tonight? Breathing the air, maybe?)
“Cheers, Sev,” Silco says brightly. He picks up one of the glasses and clinks it against hers before sipping.
“You know each other?” you ask politely.
“Sure do,” Sevika smirks. She drinks before taking another pull on her cigarette. “Saved his scrawny ass from Enforcers more times than I can count.”
“I believe our ledgers are equally balanced in that regard, my friend,” Silco rolls his eyes.
Sevika snorts in amusement. “You sure you don’t want me taking over the accounting? ‘Cause I keep better track of our numbers than you do.”
“Now, now, kids,” Vander snickers. “No fighting in front of the guests.”
Vander refills Sevika’s and Silco’s glasses while they begin bickering. Their words are pointed, but their tone is humorous. Sharp words blunted by a friendship forged through many years.
The bartender turns to you. Picking up glasses to wipe.
“So how did you meet our man here?” Vander asks, tipping his head towards Silco.
“Oh, um…” you glance at your friend. “Saved him from Enforcers?”
Vander releases a bark of laughter that gets the other two to look at him. “Pretty little thing like you? What’d you do, blow a kiss at them?”
Silco tenses at the compliment and scooches closer to you. “Not quite.”
“I just dropped paint on them,” you shrug.
Vander leans forward, brows furrowed. If you thought he was watching you too closely before, he stares at you openly now.
You take an unconscious step back. Lightly pulling on Silco’s sleeve. (Maybe turning down the drink was a bad idea. At least it would’ve given you something to do with your hands—)
“You’re the muralist?” Vander asks. He grins even wider than before. The knowing look he shares with Sevika is almost as obvious as them nudging each other in the ribs with their elbows.
Uh-oh. You don’t like the look or sound of this at all.
“Yeah?” You look at Silco questioningly. “I mean, I’m a muralist— I also paint on canvas— and I sketch too.” You cut yourself off with a nervous laugh.
Silco scowls at his cohorts. “Please don’t judge my companions too harshly. I assure you under most circumstances, they are fully capable of behaving themselves.”
“C’mon Silco, if she’s going to be one of us we gotta be real with her,” Sevika says.
“Wait, what? ‘One of us’?” You turn to Silco. He’s suddenly red-faced and— flustered? Embarrassed? Or both?
“I hoped that my friends would know better than to unduly surprise you,” he addresses you directly, but keeps his eyes trained on the bar. “I merely proposed to them that we should consider extending a formal invitation to join the Children. I hadn’t realized that the final decision had already been made without my input.” He glares at Sevika, who merely shrugs at him.
“C’mon, Sil, if you got your eye on her she must be good people,” says Vander. He turns to you now. “He likes to leave most of the recruiting to me. You must be something special if you caught his eye.”
Oh boy. If you had been drinking right now at least you could’ve blamed the reddening of your face on the alcohol. “I was just in the right place at the right time. That’s all.”
“If you can get lucky, that’s good enough for us,” Sevika bursts out laughing. Vander nods emphatically.
Silco rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his drink before turning to you.
“My apologies,” he says. His eyes flick upwards, meeting yours for a heartbeat. Then falling back down onto the glass in his hands. “I should have discussed it with you first, I only meant—“
“Silco, it’s okay,” you reassure him. “Can we talk about this later?”
He nods. Anxiety coming off his fingers tapping on the counter.
“It was nice meeting you all,” you say. Giving Silco an affectionate pat on the arm. “I’ll see you around—”
For a millisecond, you could swear that Silco looks crestfallen. His associates break out into a chorus of protests.
“You only just got here, lass,” pouts Vander. It’s funny seeing a man his size try to give you some pleading puppy eyes. “Are you really going to turn down a free drink?”
“Tell you what,” Sevika pulls out a deck of cards from her pockets, shuffling them expertly. “We’ll play for it. If you win, you get to go home. If I win, you stay and I’ll tell you how Silco fucked up his teeth.”
“That’s— that’s not necessary—” Silco sputters.
A snort escapes you, but you quickly disguise it as a cough.
Even if you do have to work early tomorrow, why are you in such a rush to get home? Right now, you have a rare opportunity to see Silco around his friends, in his natural element. At home in the heart of the Undercity. And you’re not going to lie, it’s pretty funny seeing people get under his skin. And you have never seen him blush before.
Screw it. You only live once.
“Sure,” you pull out a bar stool and take a seat. “I’ll take that drink too, Vander.”
“Cheers,” he says approvingly. Bringing out another glass for you. After pouring yours half-full, he tops up Silco and Sevika too.
How long has it been since you last had a night out? Just basking in the presence of friendly company fills you with a warm glow that could keep you comfortable in the coldest of winter nights. Vander guffaws heartily when the first liquor he pours for you is too strong. While you try not to choke, Silco pats your back. Rubbing gentle circles that you’re tempted to lean into. The barkeep pours you something less heavy that tastes much more agreeable, teasing you the whole while.
Sevika explains the rules of the card game to you patiently. You’re only half paying attention to her, though, as you’re distracted by the beautiful art on the face cards. When you draw The Magician, you ruin the game by playing it out of turn. Placing the card on the counter so you can enthusiastically explain the symbolism of the runes and the magician’s third arm to anyone who would listen.
Another distraction comes in the form of Silco, hooking his head over your shoulder. His cheek warm against yours. Advising you on what cards to play. The alcohol in his breath growing more potent as he imbibes throughout the night.
Even with Silco whispering in your ear, Sevika wins most rounds against you.
“Hope you’re better at painting than cards,” she chuckles. “Drink up, loser.”
You groan. Face flushed and warm, and a little woozy from drinking. “I’m an amazing painter, Sev. I’ll paint you under the table!”
“Hell yeah!” Silco slurs. “She’s great!”
He raises his glass in a toast. You clink yours against his before sipping again.
“I can’t believe I’m the one saying this, Sil, but I think I gotta cut you off now,” Vander shakes his head. The twinkle in his eyes makes you think he won’t try that hard, though.
“I’m fine,” he smacks his lips. “Here, watch this.”
He pulls a knife from a sheath on his hips with a flourish. Its sudden appearance makes you shriek and lean away from him.
Silco splays his hand on the bar, fingers spread wide. He points the knife downwards in the space between his pointer finger and thumb. Tip scraping the counter. He raises and lowers the knife between each gap of his fingers—
Sevika grabs his wrist while Vander pours him some water.
“You don’t need to try this hard to impress the kid, Silco,” Sevika says through gritted teeth. Prying the knife out of his hand. “We already know you called dibs.”
“Dibs on what?” you ask, too loudly.
“That’s none of your concern,” Silco stammers frantically, shaking his head.
Vander winks at you. “You, lass.”
Silco buries his face in his hands. Red cheeks visible even underneath the curtains of his dark hair.
“What the hell,” you scowl. “Nobody gets to call dibs on me! I’m not a— a sandwich—”
Vander and Sevika erupt into laughter. She tucks the knife into her belt before excusing herself to the bathroom.
Silco thunks his head down onto the counter. Looking at you sideways.
“You’re the cutest sandwich I ever did see,” Silco sighs.
The compliment cuts through the tipsy fog clouding your mind. The rosy tint on your face now has nothing to do with the beverages you’ve been consuming.
You’re at a loss for words. A part of you— the part that knows Silco— wants to believe that he’s being sincere. Even in his drunken state, he would still choose his words with careful deliberation.
And he’s never lied to you in all this time you’ve known him. Why would he start now?
Another bigger part of you is struck glum. He’s too drunk to know what he’s saying. Much less stay awake any longer. Still, you can’t help but give him a sad smile when his eyes droop shut. Lips parting to let a great exhale escape his chest.
Oh boy, he’s not going to fall asleep here, is he? You scan the room: Sevika is nowhere to be seen. Vander is preoccupied with other customers at the far end of the bar.
“Silco,” you gently shake his shoulder. “You live here, right? Where’s your bedroom?”
He jerks his head in the direction of the wall behind the bar, mumbling unintelligibly. A doorway encircled by a curved metal beam stands invitingly.
You hop off your barstool and gently grab one of Silco’s arms. Looping it around your shoulder. Gods, even if he wasn’t drunk, his weight presses down on you like a waterlogged jacket. It takes all your strength not to fall to your knees. Luckily, the gentle encouragement you give him is enough to nudge him back into consciousness.
The two of you stumble your way to the exit. Carefully descending a wooden staircase, feeling out each step one at a time.
A cozy den with an orange couch, yellow armchair, a dented coffee table, more wooden barrels, and exposed pipes welcomes you. You barely get a glance at the multitude of framed photos on the walls before Silco’s weight finally becomes too heavy for you to support.
You drop him onto the couch and stumble onto the armrest.
“Sorry,” you apologize with a groan. As you look farther into the room, you spot yet another staircase descending into darkness. “Is your bedroom down there?”
“This is fine,” he smacks his lips. “Ask me why.”
“Why?” you ask, humoring him. You take a seat next to him on the armchair.
He opens his eyes as widely as his sleepy eyelids will allow. “Because you’re here. Don’t roll your eyes at me, sweetheart. I mean it.”
You let out a sigh. He raises a wobbly finger at you.
“And I meant it when I said you were cute. You are cute. Feel free to ask me when I’m sober. I’ll tell you again and again, as many times as you need to hear it,” he rambles. Eyes drifting shut again. “I promise.”
That gets you to chuckle. “Sure, Sil. Go to sleep.”
As you get up to leave, his arm shoots out in your direction. “Where are you going??” he whines.
“Relax, silly. Just helping with your boots,” you walk over to his feet and start unlacing his shoes. Setting them at the foot of the couch.
He beckons you with a finger. You kneel down next to him. Resting your head on the edge of the couch. Close enough to feel his breath on your lips.
Whatever he’s trying to say, it trails off before you can make it out. His breathing deepens as he finally drifts into slumber.
You brush his hair out of his face. As picturesque and soft as a sleeping baby.
Gods, his forehead looks so kissable right now.
Instead, you shrug out of your jacket and drape it over him. Settling in for the night in the armchair. As close to him as your aching heart can bear.
Chapter 7.5
Chapter 8
#Arcane#Arcane fanfic#Silco#Silco x Reader#Arcane Silco#Silco Arcane#my writing#The Art in the Heart#TAITH#tw alcohol#alcohol tw
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TOGETHER AND APART chapter 3
Nothing ever comes for free, particularly not when one is trapped in a caved-in mine. For a benevolent offer of food and drink and more space to stretch their legs, the mountain asks a harsh and bloody price.
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Dark blue eyes meet teal as Silco crawls back until they meet.
There is a moment of understanding between them. The fact that they're separating again, the fact that they're about to discover whether they will die soon of thirst and hunger or exhaustion. That if Silco moves one rock just the wrong way, the passage they lost all their energy on building can collapse and bury the only means of Vander's escape. That it's on Silco now again, that there is nothing Vander can do but wait.
They don't have to say any of this, they both know. Silco breaks eye contact and licks his chapped lips.
"I'll take the light and go look at how big the chamber is. I'll look if we can reach the shaft and the stash. And then I'll come back and free you. Alright?"
"Alright."
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👋 Hello, looking to request some cuddles/sleeping headcanons for Vander and femreader.
Yes ofc! And actually I loved to write that :D but it got so short :(
I‘m sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language!
Arcane Vander x FEM! reader
Warnings: fluff, maybe smutty, swearing?
Cuddle Headcannons~
I can feel Vander would be one of them men who are always whispering sweet nothings into your ear. „ i love you.. what would I do without you love?“ „you complete me..” “you have so soft skin my love..” “I love to be with you..just us in silence” “I love you have I ever told you that darl?”
How would he cuddle? Well I think he will always spoon you or he likes it when your lying on top of him his arm wrapped around your lower back. He liked that cuddle position the most when you two are on the couch taking a nap. He would by the way never say he loves it to bury his face into your titts rather their “tiny” or big he just loves the softness of your boobs. Same energy: he also loves it so lay on your butt maybe also sometimes squeezing your thighs softly.
When you are plus sized he loves to squeeze your hips. Not only by cuddling ;)
Sleeping headcannons~
He snores. And when I say he snores he snores. LOUD. But that doesn’t need to be a bad thing. For him it’s a sign he wants to protect you when he’s asleep.
When he’s asleep he always feels when you move a little away that’s why he ALWAYS pulls you back into his warmth.
He NEEDS to cover you two with a blanket. Even when he kicks the blanket later off.
Sometimes in sleep he starts to kiss your neck. And one time he also bit your neck.
But when you’re asleep he stays awake. Stroking your cheek with his knuckles smiling to himself how lucky he his. Having a good mother for his children. Having a good wife/girlfriend. Having the love of his life.
He often stares at you in your sleep.
He loves to play with your hair.
Before you guys sleep in Winter he loves to bath with you. A romantic hot relaxing bath just the two of you.
Before you guys fall asleep you two talk about your day.
#arcane#vander arcane headcanons#vander x reader#league of legends#annonymous#request#reqs open#answered asks
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Children of Zaun - Chapter 11
Pairing: Silco/Fem!OC
Rating: Explicit
Story Warnings: Canon typical violence, drug use/dealing, dark themes, eventual smut
Chapter Summary: The cat jumps outta Silco's bag when Enyd finds Benzo. He and Vander beat up some Enforcers to blow off some steam. Katya has a couple big ol' boo-hoos.
Chapter CW: A character suffers a panic attack; a canon-typical fight occurs
Previous Chapter
Word Count: 7.6K
Awkward silence hung in the air and Vander’s mind raced with equal parts fury, protectiveness, and frenetic overwhelm. He scanned the room and locked eyes with Annie, who was standing off to the side, her tray tucked protectively against her chest. She looked to him for direction. Vander sucked his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
“Sorry ‘bout that, folks,” he finally said. “Next round is on The Drop.”
He winced, internally. That would hurt when it came to reconciling the budget the following month, but he needed to try and restore the bar’s normal energy. To comfort his patrons. And to whisk Katya out of the main room. Vander then looked to Silco, an unspoken conversation fluttering between them.
As cautious, cheerful chatter began to fill the air again, Silco ushered Katya to her feet and Vander turned to Beckett.
“Help Annie, would’ja?”
Beckett nodded and made his way behind the bar as Annie approached, prepared to laden her tray with free beverages.
Vander tossed the towel that was slung over his shoulder under the bar, and swept to the door that led to his apartment. He stepped inside and held it open as Silco, Katya, and Enyd passed the threshold. No sooner had he closed the door, did Katya collapse and crumple to the floor, a choked cry pealing out of her throat.
Silco dove after her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back flush to his chest. He scrabbled and kicked across the floor until his back found the wall of the hallway. Grounded, he readjusted his hold on her, arms enveloping her chest and hands reaching up to grip her shoulders, keeping them pressed back against him. His long legs curled around hers and firmly pulled them in.
“Breathe, Katya,” he whispered in a low, even tone. “You’re safe.”
Vander and Enyd stood watchfully above the pair. Despite the awfulness of seeing the young woman in such distress, pride could not help but sweep through Enyd’s chest in glossy, warm ribbons. Both she and Vander were familiar with the hold Silco had on her – and chances were, she would’ve been too if she weren’t in a state of terrified shock. It was a technique that miners used on each other to ground and comfort, typically employed after a cave-in, explosion, or avalanche.
Katya’s breath came in shallow, watery sips. Her body quaked and rattled under Silco’s hold. Her teeth chattered together, as if her skeleton was attempting to shake itself loose from the confines of her body.
“Breathe,” Silco said again.
She attempted a deeper gulp, but it quickly morphed into a wailed bark. Hot tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Silco gripped her body tighter.
“Breathe, Katya,” he murmured against her temple. “I know you can. Like this –“
Holding her as still as he could, Silco took a long and wide breath through his nose. His chest and belly inflated, causing her body to gently press forward into his arms. He exhaled long and slow, and she returned into the sheltered curl of his body. Her teeth clacked together and her fingers gripped at his shirtsleeves.
“Breathe with me,” he offered. “Breathe in,” again, Silco drew in a breath through his nose. Katya did the best she could; her breath coming in shaky and uneven through her trembling lips.
“Good. And out.”
The breath left Silco’s nose in a long, even gust that brushed against the apples of Katya’s wet cheeks. She blew a warbly, hitching exhale out through her lips.
“Very good. Let’s do it again.”
The rounds of breath that followed were shaky, but they improved each time. The inhales became deeper and the exhales slower. Katya’s back began to relax into his chest.
Unable to standby any longer, Enyd dropped to her knees and placed her hands on the top of the girl’s shoes, pressing them down firmly. She gave her what she hoped was an encouraging look. Hazy, amber eyes ghosted across her face.
“There you are. You’re safe,” Silco said as her last exhale became more of an exhausted sigh. “Now try through your nose. You can do it.”
Together they moved through a few more breaths before Katya’s skeleton seemed to go limp under her muscles, and she rested fully into Silco’s hold. She closed her eyes and lulled her head against his shoulder, exhausted now that the adrenaline had finished coursing through her.
“Excellent work, dear,” Enyd whispered, giving her boots an affectionate squeeze and press. Making to stand, she addressed Vander. “She should have some water. Your kitchen is down the hall, yes?”
Vander nodded and jut his chin toward the innards of his living space. Enyd carefully stepped around her son and the girl cloistered in his arms and began down the hall. She only made it a few feet before a voice called out from behind a closed door she was passing.
“Oi! Vander! That you? Wha’s goin’ on out there?”
Enyd froze. As did Vander. As did Silco, his body tensing beneath Katya’s fatigued weight.
“I heard ya yellin’,” came Benzo’s voice from behind the door. “An’ now some cryin’. Wha’s happenin’?”
Enyd turned to face the unassuming door, her eyes wide with disbelief. With agonizing slowness, her gaze traveled away from the door and landed on the two young men watching her apprehensively. Vander’s face had gone slack, while her son’s – which she knew so well – was pinching in a way that told her his mind was racing to come up with a story.
The sound of a heavy body shifting over a bed snapped Enyd’s attention back to the door, and she wrenched it open. As her eyes took in the sight of Benzo on the bed - leg wrapped up in bandages and lifted high on a stack of pillows, his hands pushing into the bed by his hips in an attempt to lift himself up - a tidal wave of emotions ripped through her, threatening to pull her calm, motherly understanding undertow.
Anger. Confusion. Disappointment. Worry. Back to anger . . .
Benzo blanched at the sight of her.
“Oh . . . Er – h-hey, Ms. E,” he nervously chuckled, settling his body back into the mattress guiltily.
“What happened to you?” she asked, trying to temper the hot fury coursing through her despite the horrid conclusions her mind was making.
“Enyd,” came Vander’s diplomatic plea, “jus’ hold on a sec. We can explain.”
Enyd did not want to ask the next question for fear of the answer, but she stared at his leg and quietly asked, “Were you shot?”
Benzo gawked at her, unsure what to say. His silence only confirmed her hasty suspicion. Anger began to crackle under her skin, like fatback in a frying pan.
“Yes, he was shot,” she heard her son answer.
Enyd snapped her eyes back on him, rage constricting her already ravaged throat. He looked back at her, his gaze steady and firm, but defeated.
Another moment of silence passed before Enyd clenched her jaw and spun on her heel, stomping down the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Silco called.
“To get her some water, like I said,” came the angry reply. “Do not bother coming up with some story while I’m gone. You will tell me what in the name of Janna is going on when I come back.”
Once Enyd disappeared, Vander flexed his hands and turned to his Brother on the floor.
“Wha’do we do?”
Silco sighed, his head shaking minutely. He adjusted his hold on Katya, who was still heavy in his arms.
“We tell her,” he finally relented. “Worst she’ll do is kick me out – “
“She won’ do that, Sil.”
The shake of Silco’s head became a little bigger. He was not as adept at thinking on his feet when his mother was the audience; the heat of her all-knowing-maternal senses evaporating away all manners of lies to get to the gritty, burnt truth.
He didn’t want her to find out like this. He had wanted to wait until . . . until victory was theirs or just about to be theirs. Foolish, perhaps. But that was what he had wanted.
“Katya,” he said quietly. Her head shifted against his shoulder and a low whine in the back of her throat indicated she heard him. “Do you think you can stand?”
She nodded and a hiss that may have been a ‘yes’ wisped between her lips.
“Vander, go get her coat, please,” Silco said as he adjusted himself, readying both of them to stand.
Vander returned to The Drop’s main room, and Silco carefully lifted Katya onto her unsteady feet.
Shame walloped against her as she felt the damp material of her trousers uncomfortably chafe across her inner thigh, groin, and buttocks. Despite feeling so, so cold, her cheeks flushed with hot embarrassment and her eyes welled up again.
Vander returned blissfully fast with the coat, and Katya hurriedly wrapped herself up, thankful for the fact that its length covered most of the dark stain. She allowed herself to be ushered back into Benzo’s room – Silco’s arm wound around her shoulders – and placed back on the stool she had occupied earlier.
“You alright, Lass?” Benzo asked, noting her blotched and tear-stained face.
Thankfully, Katya was relieved of answering by Enyd’s return. She accepted the glass of water with trembling fingertips and took a tentative sip. The mother knelt at her side and place a reassuring hand on the back of her head. Katya fought not to choke on the wave of emotions that stopped up the water’s descent down her throat. Enyd ran her palm down the curve of her skull, and further down her back. Her slender fingers gently waved side-to-side as they traveled.
It was a gesture that struck through Katya with heart-wrenching familiarity. She could remember her papa or mama comforting her with a similar gesture. Her throat squeezed in an emotional hiccup, and she coughed and sputtered into the glass, water spraying back onto her upper lip and dribbling down her chin.
Enyd guided the cup away and rubbed soothing circles into her back, the movement punctuated by occasional soft pats. She murmured encouraging nothings and lifted the glass back to Katya’s lips when she was ready. When the cup was drained, Enyd placed it next to the pitcher on Benzo’s bedside table. Her eyes then turned to her son, her once tender regard turned stony with disappointment.
He had the decency and determination to keep her gaze.
“Well?” she spat when the silence stretched too long for her liking.
For a flash of a moment, she saw the three of them as boys again. Their ages may have determined them to be men in the eyes of society, but their repugnant and scared silence dripped with foolish and timid youth. She could remember similar looks on their faces when they were rounder with adolescence, awkward and gangly limbs fidgeting nervously when she or Benzo’s mother would scold them for pelting pebbles at the back of Enforcer’s helmets.
Her heart strained and raged at the thought.
“What were you thinking?” finally came the angry rasp.
“We were thinking we could help the Undercity,” Silco answered. His stare was even but his words wavered at the edges.
“Help?!” Enyd cried indignantly. “How would trying to steal from a Piltover freight help the Undercity?”
“To get supplies,” Vander said.
“What kind of supplies?”
“Weapons,” Silco admitted.
“Wea-“ Enyd began to repeat, confusion painting her face before a nameless horror began to squeeze at her heart and terrified understanding bled into the fine lines across her face. “Why?”
“We’re rallying the Undercity,” he explained. “To fight for our freedom. To gain independence from Piltover.”
Enyd’s eyes went impossibly wide and her mouth gaped. She looked from one to the other before hanging her head in her trembling hands.
Her boy . . . her perfect . . . foolish, bull-headed boy.
“How long?” she asked from her hands.
“A while.”
“Last night was the first time we – we did anything,” Vander added.
A sharp, derisive laugh burst from Enyd’s throat. “Your first job and one of you got shot.”
She looked over to Benzo and the mountainous man bashfully dropped his eyes to his lap.
Glancing over his leg, she reeled her ire in enough to ask, “Are you okay?”
Benzo nodded. “Nurse says I’ll live.”
He jut his head in Katya’s direction, and she braced herself to also be on the receiving end of Silco’s mother’s wrath. But it didn’t come. A question did instead.
“You’re a nurse?”
Katya cleared her throat and said in a quiet voice, “Not technically, no. But I’m a medic in the mines.”
Enyd’s eyes widened again as another puzzle pieced itself together in her mind. She shot a look back to her son, and the way his eyes briefly averted hers confirmed her suspicion. Her mind spun horrifically in the wake of these revelations. Too many thoughts and emotions colliding within her, battering against her mind and heart with all the turbulence of a hurricane. She felt as if there were no ground beneath her feet. That the Undercity was cracking wider and deeper and swallowing her up. She looked to her son, and for a split second didn’t recognize him. It hurt and scared her. He seemed so far away, even though she could’ve reached out her hand and taken ahold of his.
She couldn’t believe he would do this. Couldn’t believe he’d be so reckless. So short-sighted. So foolhardy. So stupid. So ungrateful.
“What did you say?” Silco asked.
“I said you’re all ungrateful,” Enyd hissed. Her voice was venom, eyes flicking between her son and his two peers. “Reaching for more when you already have so much – “
“So much?!” Silco roared in disbelief. “How is barely scraping together a living so much? How is having our city cloaked in poisonous smog so much? How is having streets lined with homeless people so much? How is being denied access to trade routes so much? What about the exploitive labor? What about being segregated from Topside even though we’re citizens? The lack of schools and institutions? The lack of medical care? We have nothing.”
“It is so much more than I, or any other older Trencher ever had – “
“We deserve more!” Silco countered, eyes flashing wildly. “The whole of the Underground deserves more!”
“We can’ keep cowin’ t’them, Enyd,” Vander added. “They’re frothin’ at the bit, jus’ waitin’ for Bone t’die so things can go back to business as usual.”
Enyd’s mouth snapped shut as her throat tightened and her eyes prickled.
After a moment, she said, “This nonsense will break the Underground. It will only make things harder,” her eyes fell on Benzo’s wounded leg. “Families will be torn apart. People will die.”
“People are dying,” corrected Silco. His mother looked up at him, anger and disappointment doing its best to hide the fear that was clawing under her skin. “And I do not intend to live another day not fighting for the respect and rights Zaun deserves.”
A flicker of confusion flashed over Enyd’s face. Then understanding. Then deep resignation.
Slowly, she made to stand. Her body felt hollow and lead-heavy all at once. She brushed the creases from her skirt and looked between the three men – boys – once more.
“I don’t wish to talk about this anymore,” she said quietly. “Stop this now.”
Silco made to open his mouth, but Enyd held up a hand and her eyes flared in a demanding glower.
“Stop. This. Now.”
Her hand fell to her side and she took a long, grounding breath in. It caught in her throat and she trapped the following string of coughs in the crook of her elbow. She batted Silco away when he stepped forward to help her.
“No,” she wheezed through the last of the coughs, holding a warning finger up. She looked down at Katya, still slouched on the stool. “Take her home.”
Katya blinked and shook her head. “No, it’s alright. I can get home myself.”
“No,” Enyd repeated firmly. “Thanks to all of you, the Lanes are not safe.” Before she could catch her tongue, she added, “And I can’t stand to look at you right now.”
Giving her son one last caustic look, she stalked out of the room.
The shamed silence in the room hung heavy, no one knowing what to say.
“Let’s get you home,” Silco finally spoke, his voice quiet and removed. “We’ll go out the back way.”
Lifting onto shaky feet, Katya rose and bid Benzo good bye. Vander led the pair to the basement, past the secret storage room where the Children of Zaun met, and out the walk-out she and Sevika had used earlier in the week. She winced against the bite of the air as she stepped outside, the temperature having dropped significantly since she first arrived.
“Take care, Sister,” Vander said as she passed him.
Katya opened her mouth to thank him, but her voice got stuck in her throat. Instead, she nodded and tightened her coat around her. Vander’s eyes then landed on Silco. They pinched with worry. His muscular arms twitched, as if he had the urge to reach out for his Brother.
But he anchored them to his sides instead, and said, “I’ll check with you tomorrow, Sil.”
Silco tried to lift the corners of his mouth into a grateful curl, but the best he could manage was a minute nod. Vander returned back into The Drop, and Katya and Silco began the traipse back to her apartment.
The journey through the Lanes and into the derelict streets of the Sump was done in tight silence. Together, they wove in and out of narrow alleyways and clambered down rusted gangways and fire escapes. Wordlessly maneuvering around patrolling Enforcers.
When they arrived at Katya’s apartment door, she hesitated only a moment before reaching for her keys. A gnawing thought scratching at her throat as she unlocked the door gave her pause. She glanced over her shoulder at the man behind her. Silco stood a few feet away, hands tucked deep in his trouser pockets, boney shoulders hunched up to his ears, eyes tilted down to the tips of his boots. Katya suspected his posture had little to do with the sudden chill that had settled into the Undercity.
“She’s scared,” Katya spoke into the silence.
Silco’s head snapped to attention, his piercing eyes meeting hers. A nervous tick deepened the shadow of his left cheek and he pressed his tongue against it to stretch and sooth the muscle. Reluctant understanding rumbled in his throat, and his head gave a small, singular nod.
Spectral tendrils of mist formed around Katya’s mouth as a thin sigh escaped it. Her hand gripped the doorknob, intending to open it and sequester herself inside, but she felt a strange compulsion to stay.
“She’s scared,” she repeated. “She loves you and doesn’t want to lose you.”
Silco’s eyes softened and he nodded again. He turned to leave.
“Good night, Katya.”
“Good night, Silco.”
As quietly as she could, Katya slipped inside the dark apartment. Shrugging off her coat, she glanced through the kitchenette, pleased to see that Viktor had not left his textbook on the table. She crept silently down the hall to his bedroom, wincing with each step. Her damp trousers had chilled throughout the journey home and caused a heated chafed patch on her inner thigh; the fabric of her pants scraping over the stinging skin with each step.
Slowly and silently, she opened Viktor’s bedroom door and tip-toed inside. He was deep in slumber, wheezing breath low, steady, and even. Katya’s heart skipped a beat and she lowered herself onto her knees. Her throat squeezed and the same hot prickle stung behind her eyes. Her fingertips ached to reach out and take hold of the boy before her, but she couldn’t bring herself to risk waking him. Instead, she watched. The steady rise and fall of his body beneath the blanket. The occasional twitch of his feet or hands. The gentle flutter of his eyelids as he dreamed.
Did he dare to dream of a better life? Especially since he had more of a taste of what that life could be like, spending the majority of his time Topside. Did he know he deserved it? Did he know dreams could flourish into possibility? Like a scientific theory made into a universal law by consistent study and observation that affirmed it.
A careful tear ran down Katya’s cheek.
She loved him. And she was scared. And mortified at how she almost blew it at The Drop.
She needed the dream of Zaun to be bigger than her fear. She had to believe in its righteousness.
For Viktor.
For her.
She rose to her feet and softly kissed the top of her brother’s head before leaving his room. Quietly, she closed herself up in the bathroom and peeled off her urine-stained trousers and underwear. She removed her blouse and vest as well before turning on the shower. With a sigh, she gathered her soiled clothes and stepped under the sad, uneven flow of the spigot.
Katya cleaned herself and her clothes with a small bar of old soap that lived in the corner of the shower. She washed over her chafed skin with tender care, and crossly scrubbed at her trousers. It wasn’t long before the warm water ran out, and she hurriedly finished the impromptu laundry. With chattering teeth and shaking hands, she wrung out her hair, pants, and underwear. She wrapped a worn towel around her chilled frame and scurried into the living room, placing her damp clothes in front of the gurgling radiator.
She was distressed by how cold it had gotten since leaving earlier in the evening. Despite it being her own choice, she cursed Benzo for ruining her blanket; she would’ve covered Viktor with it on nights such as this. She plucked her coat from its peg and shuffled to her bedroom.
Divesting herself of the towel, Katya reached for and pulled on the undershirt Silco had given her, and a pair of underwear whose elastic had hardened and snapped, barely staying on her hips. Finally – fucking finally – Katya laid down in her own bed. She drew her knees tightly into her chest and covered as much of herself with the coat as she could. Her ankles and feet still stuck out from under the hem, but it was the best she could manage.
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore her numbing toes and go to sleep.
However, the stillness and absence of tasks proved only to rekindle the fear and shame that had gripped her earlier at The Last Drop. She managed to turn her face into her pillow and muffle the sudden sobs that tore through her. Her exhausted body shook under the coat and her limbs drew closer and tighter to her, looking for some kind of grounding comfort.
She missed her papa.
She missed her mama, even.
She was so scared. Scared of Enforcers. Scared of fucking up and endangering her brother. Scared of the very precarious edge she and he were living on. Scared of Piltover. Scared of herself and her own burgeoning wants. Scared of the realization of her own needs.
She wanted so badly to be held. To be cared for. To have help. To know that it wasn’t only her maneuvering through the shadows of the Undercity.
She wanted at least part of the life she was working so hard to manifest for Viktor.
Years and years of settling into and finding identity in the roles of doting daughter, selfless sister, and crafty caretaker warred against the new, and increasingly insistent, sense that she was so much more. That she could need and want; and could need and want outside of who she was to others.
The revelation that she deserved respect, to be cared for, to be held, wracked her in deep, soul-shattering waves. Katya’s body heaved and shook under her father’s coat. Her pillow became damp with tears and snot under her face as wail after wail ripped through her.
Eventually, her body and mind relented against the emotional onslaught and she tumbled into a heavy and dreamless sleep.
Silco wove aimlessly through the Sump and the Lanes after dropping Katya off at her home. His body thrummed in a strange mix of tingly numb and fiery anger as he walked. His teeth ground and his heart pounded.
He was not surprised that his mother wasn’t happy about what he had to say. However, what did take him aback was her strategy for dissuading him.
Ungrateful . . .
As if he should be sated and at peace with how Piltover treated the people of Zaun. As if he should just accept that their negligence and greed cost the Underground lives – including hers. As if living as second-class citizens was more than enough.
And then . . . not wanting to look at him. A rock, jagged and heavy with shame, dropped into his stomach at her words. They had never spoken to each other about his . . . sire. Although, Silco could remember the first time he had spied Rynweaver and his young mind had made the connection.
He had been seven, and working alongside his mother in the mines. She seemed on edge that day and Silco could not understand why. Worried and disgruntled whispers stirred through the tunnels that the mine’s owner was visiting, leading a gaggle of Piltie shareholders through his underground empire.
He and Vander sneaked away to see if they could spy the highfalutin crowd, to ogle and point at them as if they were zoo animals; to snigger and make rude jokes to each other about their silly, pompous clothes and overdone coifs.
They spied them between a pair of stalactites, and even though they volleyed degrading and childish remarks between each other, the humor couldn’t tamp down the hate gently simmering in Silco’s young belly. He hissed a particularly scathing remark about one person’s choice of jewelry that sent Vander doubling over in a fit of silent laughter. While his friend recovered, Silco peered back to the group and his eyes landed on a tall, thin man clad in understated, but regal, dark clothing. By the way the others addressed and interacted with him, he appeared to be the owner of the mine.
A deep, unfounded knowing settled into Silco’s small body at the sight of him. Maybe it was the texture of his hair, the curl of its tips rebelling against the heavy, shiny pomade slathered through it. It reminded Silco of his own scraggly waves. Or, perhaps, it was in the severe and pronounced cut and hook of his nose. Despite his youth, Silco’s nose was already beginning to develop a similar distinct ridge.
Nothing in that moment confirmed it, but Silco knew.
His mother’s sharp cry for him and Vander to rejoin her pulled him from his complicated epiphany. Both boys scampered back to her side, each getting a swat on the behind when they were within arm’s reach.
He had thought to ask her about it, as a seven-year-old typically does with questions, but when he watched her stiffen as Rynweaver and the group past the mouth of their tunnel, when she adjusted her stance to shield him from their eyes, he knew well enough not to ask.
As he grew older, as his understanding of how the relationship between the Undercity and Piltover worked, Silco learned just how she became to be saddled with him.
Stalking down an alley, he pulled his cigarette tin from his pocket and plucked a pre-rolled one out. He tucked the end between his lips and began to attempt striking a match. He grumbled when it wouldn’t catch after the first couple strikes, and stopped to focus on the task. His teeth clenched the cigarette tighter and tighter as the match refused to light. The head of the matchstick snapped off and so did the rest of Silco’s cool.
He roared and tossed the book of matches at the dumpster to his side, before gripping the rim of its open mouth and viciously kicking it. Over and over again, switching legs when one got tired, the skin of his knuckles stretched white with his iron grip. The dumpster clanged noisily against his assault and he was distantly aware that he was snarling and cursing up a storm. He didn’t care if anyone heard or saw. He was too far gone for opinions.
Suddenly, a hand reached for his shoulder and pulled him away from the bin. Silco growled and flailed at his interrupter.
“Okay, okay. You beat th’dumpster. Ya won,” Vander sighed, lifting the smaller man as easily as a ragdoll.
Silco scrabbled briefly against Vander’s arm before relenting and harshly shrugging out of his hold. Vander huffed a laugh and ducked down to pick up the matchbook and cigarette. Annoyingly, he stuck it between his lips, lit a match in one strike, and lifted the small flame to the cigarette’s end. He took a long drag, the paper and tobacco leaves crackling merrily as the embers ate away at them in a sunset glow. Silco scowled as he blew a plume of smoke into the air above them before handing him the cigarette. He snatched it away and possessively tucked it between his lips.
“What’re you doing here?” Silco snapped, taking a sharp breath of tobacco in. The warm smoke slid intoxicatingly against his insides and loosened the angry knots in his mind. “I thought you were handing out free drinks at The Drop.”
“Annie n’ Becks were doin’ alright on their own,” Vander answered. “I wanted t’come n’ find you. Make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” was the grumbled reply, smoke being shot out like a dart from between thin lips.
Vander’s brows curled up and pinched together. “Sil – “
“It’s fine, Vander,” Silco hissed, voice strained and serrated.
After a beat, when Vander didn’t react or budge, Silco’s shoulders drooped. He took a slower, more thoughtful pull from his cigarette and sighed out the smoke, bringing his fingertips up to massage his forehead.
“It is what it is. We move forward.”
Vander stepped closer, and the arms that had twitched before finally lifted into an embrace. Silco half-heartedly wound his arms around his Brother, lit cigarette gently held between two fingers. He closed his eyes and leaned his head into the firm deltoid as if it were a pillow and Vander gently tightened his hold.
“’M sorry, Sil,” he murmured. “She’s – “
“Just scared,” Silco finished, patting Vander’s back and stepping out of the hug. “I know.”
He took one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. Tar-thick disappointment encased his boots, but he still pressed on.
“C’mon. Let’s get back to The Dr – “
As he and Vander turned to continue down the alleyway, three imposing silhouettes greeted them. Enforcers barricaded their path, standing shoulder to shoulder in an intimidating wall of armor and glinting masks. The hair on the back of Silco’s neck stood on end, like the hackles of a cornered cat; Vander’s chest puffed and his back broadened as he stepped forward.
“Somethin’ the matter?” he growled.
“We were not fans of how you spoke to us and the Sheriff,” one of the Enforcers said. With their faces covered it was difficult to determine which of the three spoke.
Vander snorted. “I don’ remember speakin’ t’any of you. D’you, Sil?”
“Not worth the oxygen,” Silco remarked snidely. “Even if it weren’t so precious down here.”
The Enforcers agitatedly shifted on their heavy-soled boots.
“You Sump-rats are all the same,” one of the other Enforcers said. “Just dirty, little things forgetting their place.”
Vander felt Silco tense beside him and quickly threw a thick arm out to keep him from lurching forward. They couldn’t start a physical confrontation.
“So what?” Vander spat. “The Sheriff send you grunts back t’teach us some manners?”
The middle Enforcer took a step forward saying, “No. We’re just going to count this towards our volunteer hours at the E.A.”
“Three Enforcers against two Zaunites?” Silco mused. “Hardly seems fair.”
The two flanking Enforcers followed their peer, batons sizzling at their sides, the pronged tips crackling with blue electricity.
“That’s too bad, Sump – “
“I meant for you.”
Silco jockeyed to the left, spooking the rookie Enforcers and causing them to leap blindly toward him and Vander. The minute the center Enforcer’s hand curled around Vander’s collar, the beast that had strained against its leash in the presence of Sheriff LeDaird broke its chains. He gripped the Enforcer’s wrist and kneed him in the stomach. The man crumpled with a surprise cry, and Vander lifted and hurled him into the dumpster Silco had battled earlier. The Enforcer made to stand and was immediately knocked back into the bail by the heavy metal lid collapsing on top of him.
The right-side Enforcer launched after Silco, brandishing his baton. In a flash, Silco unsheathed the knife tucked into the inside of his waistband and swooped under the Enforcer’s arm. He rammed the hilt of his weapon deep into his assailant’s armpit. He grunted in pain and surprise, dropping his baton. It clattered away, sparks arcing and zapping through the air. Grabbing the Enforcer’s arm, Silco wove around his back and jerked it harshly, simultaneously kicking him behind the knees. There was a sickening pop from the Enforcer’s shoulder and a crack in his shins as he fell to the ground.
The third Enforcer hurdled toward Vander, baton aloft. The tall barman caught their forearm mid-swing and landed a punch in the center of their mask. The metal frame crumpled and the glass shades shattered. A muffled and pained wail mixed with the sound of metallic destruction echoed through the damp alley. Vander yanked their arm up higher and jabbed his fist repeatedly into their abdomen. From behind him, the first Enforcer finally flipped the lid of the dumpster. He threaded his baton around Vander’s neck and pulled back, choking him.
Silco thrusted his heel into the middle of his attacker’s back, effectively slamming the Enforcer to the ground. He leapt toward the loose baton that had rolled down the alley. As his fingers gripped its handle, a gloved hand shot out and grabbed his ankle. Silco tumbled to the ground, snarling and thrashing. He looked behind him and saw the Enforcer trying to clamber their way up his legs. He managed to yank his leg out of the Enforcers grip and kicked the heel of his boot through the left shade of their mask. They screamed and their grip lessened enough to let Silco focus on gripping the baton. Swinging it around, he brought the electrified tip to the open gouge in the mask and thrust it in. Sizzling flesh accompanied the screams. Silco watched in fascination as the threads of electricity rippled over the metal mask. He pulled the weapon back and swung the thick body of it across the Enforcer’s face, sending their mask skittering across the pavement. The Enforcer – a young man – groaned and flopped to the ground, his face blackened and bloodied.
Silco jumped up and drove the flickering end of the baton into the side of the Enforcer choking Vander. They cried out and the distraction was enough for his Brother to wrench free of the strangling hold behind him. Having full control of his body again, Vander put his height and weight to use. Both arms gripped at the Enforcer in front of him, lifting the surprised officer overhead and throwing him into the alley wall. The bricks and mortar cracked and crumbled, raining down on the tossed Enforcer in a dusty flurry.
The Enforcer in the dumpster swung his baton at Silco. The thin man crouched as the weapon whistled over his head. Before he could get away, the Enforcer reached down and took a handful of his hair in a painful grip. Silco waved his knife over his head, stabbing and cutting at the arm that held him. It wasn’t enough to keep the Enforcer from bringing the prongs of his baton to the junction of Silco’s neck and shoulder. He yelled as hot and sharp stabbing currents of electricity ripped through his frame.
It ended as quickly as it started – though the pain hummed through his body even after the prongs were pulled off his shoulder. Vander had swept in in a roaring fury. He shoved Silco aside and charged the last Enforcer. Gripping either side of the Enforcer’s helmet, Vander drove his head through his target’s. The Enforcer sagged in his bruising grip, clearly dazed, and Vander lifted him out of the dumpster and threw him against the same wall. His limp body tumbled on top of his peer and another shower of stone and cement dusted over them.
“Sil! Silco! You alright, mate?”
Vander sunk to his knees and hurriedly looked over his Brother. Silco grumbled and growled, propping himself up against the dumpster.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, rolling his neck and shoulders.
“Lemme see.”
Vander carefully peeled the collar of his shirt back and inspected the two puncture wounds and the burned flesh around it.
“It’s fine, Vander,” Silco insisted. “Help me up.”
He gripped Vander’s forearms and rose onto unsteady feet. An uncomfortable shiver vibrated through his skeleton and his stomach curdled. He grit his teeth and ignored it. Instead, he turned his attention to the beaten and limp Enforcers.
“Let’s search them over and stack them against the wall.”
Together, they sat the three officers against the bricks. They stripped them of their masks and saw that all three were young cadets. It didn’t surprise either of them; it was an unspoken rite of passage, and a favorite pastime, for rookie officers to jump and beat unsuspecting Undercity dwellers. Any concern Vander or Silco had about them reporting an assault was assuaged by the fact that no cadet in their right mind would admit to losing a tussle to a couple Sump-rats.
They also searched their persons for other valuables. Vander emptied their wallets, and took their badges and batons; Silco stripped them of any personal affects. He was most excited about the small packet of cigars and silver lighter he found on one of them. He thought the scuffle may have been worth the trouble as he tucked his finds into his trouser pocket.
“Good night, gentlemen,” Silco whispered, his tone sickly sweet. He pat the one he stole the cigars from on the cheek. The Enforcer groaned and a bloody string of drool oozed down to his chest.
“’M sure they’ll send someone out t’look for ya,” Vander added cheerily.
Satisfied, the two friends stole into the cold night.
They returned to The Last Drop through the back entrance and deposited their findings (save for the cigars and lighter) in the storage room. They could use the batons and Vander would take the badges to Augmentation Alley and have them smelted down into weapons. He put the coin away in The Drop’s vault.
“I’m going to head home,” Silco said once their boon was stashed away.
Vander was preparing to head back to the bar and finish the night. He looked down at his bruised and swollen knuckles, watching his skin pull and bunch achingly over them as he flexed his fingers.
“Y’can stay here if y’want, Sil.”
A long sigh escaped Silco’s nose and he shook his head.
“I’ll come back if I need to,” he replied quietly. “Spare key in its usual spot?”
Vander nodded and ignored the heavy disappointment in his chest.
“Right, well . . . punch Benzo in his leg for me.”
Vander couldn’t help the small grin that flashed across his face.
The apartment was dark when Silco arrived home, his mother’s bedroom door shut. He felt caught between being relieved that she hadn’t waited up for him and hurt that she was still too angry to talk with him. To look at him.
He trudged towards the bathroom, dipping his head towards her door to listen for the wheezing whistle of her sleeping breath. He heard it, fought the urge to open the door and peek his head inside, and continued to the toilet.
He noticed the vial of medicine sitting on the rim of the sink. A wave of relief washed over him knowing that she had not behaved rashly and dumped it out. He couldn’t stand the thought of asking Katya for more help. Carefully picking the bottle up and holding it to the light, he swished the liquid inside. He didn’t know how many doses were left, hopefully several before he would have to bother the medic with it again. He'd rather his interactions with her didn’t hinge on him repeatedly asking for help.
He'd rather . . . He didn’t know. . . He’d rather just . . . interact with her.
Setting the bottle back down, Silco gently pulled the collar of his shirt down and inspected the welt on his shoulder. It wasn’t too bad. Sore, red, and angry, but if he cleaned it and patched it, it should heal without much fuss. He was pleased that it was far enough down the slope of his shoulder that it could be easily hidden under a shirt. His mother needn’t add this to her list of worries.
After tending to the wound and brushing his teeth, Silco shut himself up in his room. He stored his knives and whet stone away in their floorboard cubby and changed into patched thermals for sleep.
The pack of cigars and the lighter he had pulled from the Enforcer tumbled out of his trouser pocket as he went to fold them. He swiped them up and paused, gently feeling over the soft give of the book and the satisfying heft of the lighter in his hands.
He’d never smoked a cigar before. He had looked upon the few offerings his favorite tobacco shop had with curiosity when he went to restocked his cheap, loose tobacco leaf and papers. Even the ones in the Undercity were too expensive, but he liked how they smelled and his addicted tongue salivated with interest.
Fetching the smallest of his blades back out from their secret case, Silco settled himself in the sill of his bedroom window, Katya’s warning echoing in his ears.
“You may already know this but don’t smoke around your mother. It’s bad for her condition.”
He jostled the window open a sliver and the cold outside wasted no time bleeding the warmth out of his bedroom. Silco ignored it and pulled one of the cigars out of the packet. It was the color of well-lacquered wood and the tightly rolled leaves felt like the pages of an old, dense book. He remembered the tobacco shop proprietor saying that cigar ends needed to be trimmed before lighting. Silco carefully pinched the end between his thumb and small blade, slicing through the soft, dried leaves in a fluttering chunk. The smell that emanated from the cut leaves was pungent and thick. He couldn’t think of any other way to describe it but luxurious.
Tentatively grasping the rolled end between his teeth, Silco took up the lighter and ran his thumb over the spark wheel. A small orange flame flashed into existence with a quiet crackle. Nostrils flaring in disgust, awe, and jealousy he brought the licking, searching fire to the raw edges of the cigar. He was vaguely aware that smoking a cigar was different from smoking a cigarette.
Once the blunt end of it glowed ember warm, he delicately drew the rich smoke back into his mouth in small puffs. The warm spice of the smoke coated his mouth and tongue like a rich, fatty meal. Silco lifted his chin and blew the smoke out through the window. It was thick, dense, and white. It hovered and swirled much longer than the fumes his cigarettes produced. Only a couple times did he drag on the cigar too deeply, causing the smoke to scratch in hot pin-pricks down his trachea. He sputtered, clearing his throat, and readjusted his tactic.
Sitting there, bunched up on a rotting window sill, in his worn and patched pajamas, looking out over Zaun, smoking his first cigar, the steady, insistent feeling of injustice lapped at his insides. The truth that the people of Zaun deserved more than Piltover’s runoff weighed heavy in his heart like a guiding stone. The cigar between his fingers felt like a right – not a prize, not a trophy, not something he had to beat down sniveling Enforcers for. A right, just like he and his people had to clean air and fresh food. He would fight to get them that.
He promised himself that this would be his first of many, many cigars.
“You shouldn’t smoke anyway. It’s bad for you, too.”
Katya’s voice murmured through his head again once half the cigar was gone. He plucked it from his lips and blew the smoke out the window. Silco’s eyes roved over the smoldering roll between his fingers before he gently tamped it out on the outside of the building. He pulled the window shut, hid the cigars and lighter, and went to bed.
He dreamt of Zaun, cigar smoke, and a warm, satisfying weight in his arms.
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@jynxd cont. from here.
Jinx had that extra hop to her step that wasn't ordinarily there. Or rather she didn't ordinarily allow to be shown. However, she was bordering on a state of mania now. A state of mania that didn't hide the exhaustion that she didn't think was obvious. However, Silco was always observant, always quick to notice when something wasn't right. Was off.
This wasn't something she wanted to own up to him. She didn't like acknowledging how she struggled to fight off the nightmares that plagued her since she that day. For a while it had stopped and she thought she'd finally gotten past it all. But the last few weeks had proven that it wasn't the case.
She couldn't get herself to look at him, instead directing her eyes towards the floor. "I've... I've been having nightmares of that day again. They stopped for a while, but they've come back." Jinx's frown deepened as she turned her away. A feeling of a shame crossed her features and something else... pain.
"I keep seeing my parents dying, again and again and again. Like watching a tape stuck on repeat." Jinx clenched her fists. "They aren't the only ones either, after they die, I watch you die too. That big guy kills you on the bridge. That Vander guy and Vi is there. Laughing and celebrating like she's done something good."
She wrapped her arms around him, digging through fabric and into skin. "I didn't want to tell you, you have enough on your plate being the head honcho of Zaun and all. You shouldn't have to worry about little inconvenient matters like nightmares."
Over the years, Silco had gotten exceptionally skilled at reading the different types of energetic behaviour, Jinx exhibited. Thus, he could tell that this energy right here was not a good type of energy. It was the mania, Jinx bore when she slept too little for an extended period of time. Even with the spring in her steps and the frantic glow in her sapphire-blue eyes, Silco could still make out the bags under her eyes and the strain on her face.
He stayed completely silent and still as she spoke of what had prevented her from sleeping. Nightmares about that day, which had changed so many things for them all. Silco could still hear Vander's devastating yell of panic and shock after he had thrown the Molotov cocktail, which had caused the Enforcers to open fire upon them all. Something, he still hadn't told Jinx. After all, how could he?
He wanted to step closer, maybe take her hand or even embrace her. However, he also didn't want to startle her. And so, instead, he stood there, his hetero-chromatic gaze fixed upon her as he listened to every word. His expression turned sad, concerned and soft. Even if he couldn't see Jinx's face, he could feel the pain emanating from her in waves.
As she embraced him, practically clawing herself into his sides and back, Silco didn't even flinch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Jinx and cradled her head so she could stay close to his chest, listen to his heartbeat and reassure herself through his physical presence that he was alive and well. He stayed silent as he gave her a few minutes to catch her breath and calm down.
"Jinx, your well-being is not an inconvenience for me", Silco spoke, "It never will be. You are the most precious and perfect being, I know. I am concerned if you are not well. And as much as I always say that you must let Powder die, I know that you cannot always control when the past comes back to haunt you. That is not your fault and never will be."
His hand moved up and down her back as Silco sighed low and looked away for a couple of seconds before he spoke: "You know, sometimes I have bad dreams too. Sometimes, I fear I am back in that river and Vander is thrusting me underwater again. Sometimes, I feel like I cannot breathe anymore and no matter how much I struggle, this time, Vander is not letting up and I can feel myself die. And sometimes. on particularly bad nights, I see you die too."
"Vander is dead", Silco reiterated calmly as he caressed Jinx's cheek and lifted her chin up a nudge, making her meet his gaze, "And I am pretty sure if Vi even attempted to kill me, she would be met with a very angry Hound stepping in-between. Everybody dies eventually, Jinx, but I promise you I will not die anytime soon. And I may be the leader of the Lanes and by extension, Zaun, but I promise, I will always have time for you and whatever malady you may have."
#jynxd#rp: i see you die#break you or forge you into something greater: silco interaction#nothing ever stays dead: jinx||in character#Default Verse{Silco]
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As mentioned in the ask here is the previously written Silco birthing Mylo immediately after birthing Claggor.
Pairings: Vander/Silco
Tags: omegaverse, mpreg, graphic chldbirth
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Silco doesn’t know how he isn’t dead.
The baby the apologetic midwife hands to him is huge. Not that Silco hadn’t known that from the hours of agony he had spent pushing the giant brat out. Vander’s genes strong despite the fact one would think the babe should have been somewhat limited by the room available in Silco’s womb.
He had done it though. All that’s left is to stitch him up from where the babe had torn him in half and then he can sleep it off while Vander does the proud father thing.
Silco’s job is done.
Right?
“Why do I feel the need to push again?”
“Oh that would just be-“ the midwife starts, sticking her fingers up and in him not that he feels them from how stretch out and ruined he is down there. “Oh.”
“What?” Silco demands because her expression is one of shock and he can’t think of anything good coming from there.
“Where were you hiding this whole time?” she asks and clearly not to Silco.
“Where was what hiding?” Silco isn’t an idiot, he knows what it most likely is but he really hopes to be wrong.
“Ah, um,” the midwife says, not meeting his eyes as she goes and gets another towel. Which- no. No no no no no no no. “You’re going to want to brace yourself because I need you to push again.”
“How!?” Silco demands as he yells through the next contraction and unfightable urge to push.
“I’d say they were hidden behind their brother,” the midwife says. “Explains why you were so big.”
No. The fact the first one was giant explained why he had been so big. There was no need for there to be a second one.
But even through the blinding pain he can definitively feel something else coming out of his womb. Not that he had any idea how the fuck he was supposed to have the energy to do it again so soon.
“Get me Vander!” Fuck the logic that alphas were more hindrance than help during birth. Or that they didn’t need to see this part of the creation of life. Vander had gotten him into this state he can see what his lust had done.
The midwife nods to her assistant who goes and gets the requested alpha.
Vander looks sheepish at first but grins when he sees Silco and their first, gushing about how perfect he is and how good Silco did. And Silco is listening to none of it. Instead wanting for his mate to get within grabbing distance to drag him close by the collar.
“Fucking twins,” Silco snarls, making sure Vander cannot misunderstand him. “You knocked me up with fucking twins.”
“Oh,” Vander says, only apparently now taking in the full situation. The fact Silco’s legs are still spread and the midwife between them ready to catch the next one assuming Silco can actually manage to push them out. The assistant taking the first from his chest so he doesn’t accidently hurt them while pushing out their sibling.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Silco promises as the next contraction hits him and he has little choice but to try and squeeze the second one out. And Vander, the bastard, just kisses his forehead and takes one his hands like it will help at all.
“He doesn’t mean it,” the midwife assures. And while she’s done a great job so far and is probably the best in Zaun she’s really starting to get under Silco’s skin.
“Yes I do.” As soon as he’s able to walk again from the destruction the two had done to him Vander is as good as dead.
“Don’t worry,” Vander assures the midwife. “I’ve known Silco a long time, I know when he’s being serious and when he’s just talk.”
“I’m at least going to cut your fucking dick off.” That should at least prevent Silco or anyone else having to ever push out another of Vander’s giant brats again. Really, he’d be doing the public a service.
“Okay,” Vander says like he isn’t actually taking Silco’s threats seriously but just letting him vent his pain.
“Oh fuck you.”
“If you cut off my dick that’s going to be a bit hard,” Vander says because he’s fucking clever and Silco is definitively going to kill him after this.
“Fuck- Bastard- Ah!” The pain is getting worse which can only mean one thing.
“They’re crowning!” the midwife confirms. “Looks like they’re smaller than their brother so this should be a bit easier for you.”
“And I suppose I should be grateful for that blessing?” He shouldn’t be having to do this at all seeing there was supposed to be only one in there.
“For what it’s worth I am sorry love,” Vander says. And while he does sound apologetic Silco doesn’t care.
“Don’t even think about asking for another.” If Vander truly wanted his brood he can find another omega foolish enough to scream out some more of his giant bastards.
“Of course,” Vander says. Silco gives it a year tops before his mate is making pathetic faces at every pup that comes into his bar in their parent’s arms, making Silco start wanting another against his own logic. Fucking bastard.
“You’re doing great Silco,” the midwife says, a phrase that has truly lost all meaning over the course of the labor. “Their head’s nearly out.”
They must really be smaller than their brother then seeing they are coming significantly faster. Or maybe he’s just that stretched out from their brother’s giant head.
“You’re nearly done,” Vander says.
“I should already be done,” Silco reminds.
“We can’t change that now,” Vander says. “You can do it.”
“I haven’t exactly got a choice otherwise,” Silco snarls, before groaning with the next contractions.
“Head’s out!” the midwife says. “Rest for a moment while I check for the cord.”
Silco lets his head fall back, only realizing Vander had positioned himself behind him when he hits his mate’s chest. Vander massaging his shoulder with his free hand in what Silco assumes is meant to be support.
“I’m tired,” he admits. He has been doing this for two days now. The only sleep he had gotten stolen between contractions.
“I know,” Vander says, running his free hand through Silco’s hair. “And once you’re done you can rest all you want. I’ll hold back the crowds.”
Silco laughs at the image of it but he knows there will be plenty of people keen to see their baby. Both their friends and every damned busy-body in Zaun. And Silco doesn’t have the energy to play nice with even the former.
“Alright, you can push again,” the midwife says gently.
It’s just the shoulder’s Silco knows from the first. A couple more pushes and he’s done for real this time.
He struggles to find the energy for even that but manages it, feeling his second-born slide from him. The midwife handing the baby up to him like the last.
“He’s tiny,” Vander says and it takes a moment for Silco’s exhausted mind to process how right Vander is. This one looks half the size of his brother.
“Is he-“ Silco starts. Suddenly terrified he went to all that extra effort only to still end up with only one son.
“Oh he’s healthy,” the midwife says, knowing exactly what he’s fearing. “He’s a little small but still what I’d expect. His brother is just-“
Huge. Massive. Much larger than any reasonable omega should be expected to push out.
“You’re going to want to take it especially easy while you heal,” the midwife says instead of finishing. Going to get what she needs to literally stitch Silco back up.
At least Silco’s part is done.
Of course it’s with that thought he feels another contraction. The panic of there possible being a third setting in immediately.
“It’s just the afterbirth,” the midwife says, clearly reading his thoughts from his expression. “Your body should be able to pass it with just the contractions. Just don’t fight it.”
“Oh thank fuck.” He doesn’t have the energy to push even once more.
Silco turns his attention to find where Vander had gone to only to see his mate holding their two sons.
They look like Vander. Which Silco’s Dam had always said it was important babies came out looking like their Sire and Silco had always thought was massively unfair because it hadn’t been their sire carrying them for 9 months or pushing them out.
Vander looks proud though.
Which – good.
He better be fucking happy with the two of them because Silco is serious about these not being any more.
And Vander had better have had been serious about keeping the crowds away. Because Silco needs at least a day to get over what just happened. Maybe more.
He will admit the boys are cute though. And probably worth it.
He’ll come back to the decision after some sleep.
#Vanco#Arcane mpreg#mpreg#Arcane#Arcane omegaverse#omegaverse#childbirth#tw childbirth#Silco Arcane#Vander Arcane#Zaun Family#(not really but I'll probably package it up into it)#(if I decide to cross post to AO3)#I accidently a ficlet
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Yeah I could imagine Vander having no problems with grooming Vi into prostituition fits his character
You sound like you suit for nothing more than working in a brothel, why not walk down a red light district and tell me how empowering it was to be cat called by the fugliest men ever lol
Eh… I feel like Vander is more protective than that. I don’t think he’d groom her. She might pursue prostitution on her own. He would probably attempt to stop her. He just gives off big protective dad energy.
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Question because I’m lowkey curious, do you believe that Vander’s issues and mistakes are largely overlooked by fans because he’s the “good guy?” And while Silco does have a lot of fans, he also has a good amount of haters in the fandom and do you think that’s “unfair” (for lack of a better term)?
Hello Anon! What a good question, thank you for trusting me with it... although I don't think I can speak for the fandom as a whole, I can certainly tell you what rattles in my skull.
I think mostly the fandom at large is not interested in deep dive analysis, or even capable of it — which is not an insult, plenty of people enjoy shows and fandom content without ever engaging with film critical theory of any sort, or even make their own opinionated meta. Many fans are happy to just be fed theories by meta creators, or have a general perception and don't seek out contrary content.
And then, if you don't spend a lot of time decorticating Vander, Silco, Zaun, reading into the implication of single lines of dialogue later on, discussing the show with other people who might point out stuff you missed, etc. it's hard not to just be satisfied with "Vander is a genuine Good Guytm" because the show certainly is happy to let you get away thinking that.
Media at large condones a LOT of violence. Vander's use of lethal force, threat, and coasting on a killer's reputation is absolutely nothing in the eyes of some "good guy hero shit" we see being pulled by some people.
James Bond? John Wick? Fuck, look at Finn in Star Wars, who gleefully kills a ton of troopers without ever stopping to think—even after it was established they're all poor brainwashed orphans, his colleagues until very recently.
Finn has a higher on-camera body count than Vander does!
And Vander is mostly seen through his children's eyes, for whom he's become a true father figure.
On top of that, he's got those big fat centrist inertia energies about him. He's mister Status Quo. Gotta do nothing in either direction, wait until I got no choice, chose the lesser of two evils, etc.
That makes him feel very measured in a world that revolves around incredible political extremes. On a passive first watch, this may seem like the nice guy thing to do.
All this adds up.
On the other hand Silco LOOKS like a villain, talks like a villain, slow claps like an asshole, condones the killing of kids because they chose to get involved without any visible remorse...
Vander seems brighter next to Silco's shadows.
What baffles me is how people don't start doubting the narrative they're being presented when Silco has his PTSD attack when Vander clamps around his throat. It becomes pretty clear that Vander was once a monster, and his betrayal of Silco is what created, well, the "monster Silco" we meet in act I. [Alexa, play The Monster You Created]
They're both shades of grey, and one might have lightened while the other darkened. It's not even subtext. It's flat out said and shown. That's the point where I think tepid takes like "Silco had it coming" and "Vander was doing everyone a service by drowning him" are dropping the ball and being lazy with their "analysis".
I don't think it's unfair that Silco has haters.
I love him for his ideals and goals, because he's a champion of the poor and destitute. He's taking the burden of committing extreme violence against an abusive government that will not yield any other way, and would kill him for it. He sacrifices his entire life to this work.
But I also love him for being an asshole, and the sort of man who'll make a mountain of corpses to climb up to his goal. He's flawed and very human, defined by his trauma. He's as yummy as a poptart.
But if you're not into revolutionaries, if you think the ends never excuse the means, if you think him loving Jinx is still detrimental to her and her growing up in a shitty Zaun orphanage would still be better for her, or that #PiltoverDidNothingWrong, then yeah, Silco would have very few redeeming qualities lol
Between his extremism and his appearance, it's very easy to make his final encounter with Vander be very black and white. The show literally pulls the rug from under your feet on the Vander-Silco dichotomy minutes before the stabbing and choking!
And you've projected along with the kids and seen Vander as a Good Dad for 3 episodes! Silco killing him while he's defending his one surviving child won't exactly help.
Overall I don't think fandom overlooks Vander's faults because he's painted as a good guy, but rather because fandom doesn't scratch at that paint too much. It's easier to dismiss the shades of grey, and you don't have to think about Vander much in act II or III.
Arcane as a show is also a rather depressing, despite how pretty it looks, so I can see how appealing it would be to cling to any "nice" character. They're few and far between.
I mean, there's literally not a SINGLE named and voiced character who can't be made out to be some shade of asshole, outside of like, Sky (and maybe Thieram)!
But yeah, I'm generally not bothered. I think we'll see a ton more takes on Vander when he shows up as a cursed furry serial killer and potentially breaks Vi's heart and whatever is left of Jinx's sanity. I'm looking forward to *that*.
There are lots of valid good takes for Vander, portraying him in varying shades of grey. I think another reason we don't see a lot of stuff outside Good Guy tm is that he's so "minor" compared to the other main characters, and not exactly involved in any popular ship. (No shade of my fellow Vanco lovers, we're still well into rarepair territory)
So yeah. Waiting on the furry army in season 2 to get started on the real hot Vander discourse ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
#Sorry I realise this is very rambly#vander#silco#vander arcane#warwick#arcane meta#anon ask#thanks anon#I hope you got an answer somewhere in there
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Okay so another new AU idea (hold off on throwing those tomatoes at me further distracting myself from current fics, haven’t written anything yet).
Lightcannon, but baseball. Inspired by the plethora of sports anime I’ve watched (special shout out to Big Windup) and the absolutely iconic “I Don’t Dance” musical number from HSM2
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Hear me out.
Jinx is a pitcher with incredibly good aim, but an absolutely awful attitude that ends up pissing off both the opposing team and her own. Always joking and trying to start shit, the best at getting under someone’s skin, with a terrible temper if you managed to trigger it. No catcher has stuck with her very long due to basically never listening to their calls and sometimes straight up losing games because of it, whenever they try discussing it she’ll brush them off or snark at them. After starting a major fight in middle school she got banned from the baseball team (no one missed her) and enters highschool thinking of ditching the sport all together, not helped by there being no girls team there (her old school out in the country didn’t care and put all them together just so they’d have enough to play) and the actually baseball team wanting nothing to do with her after hearing the rumours + she’s a girl. Also short gremlin energy, but that’s just Jinx being Jinx.
Lux is a catcher known for her easy going attitude and nickname “Gentle Giant” that’s able to deal with almost any pitcher, yet never ends up forming long-term battery with any of the people she’s played with. She also never really formed any relations to her other teammates, keeping to herself in most cases and just kinda ‘being there’ blending into the background. Very passive even when things grew serious, making her teammates get upset at her not “taking things serious”. She is buff tall in this and will pick up Jinx like a temperamental kitten when she tries starting shit.
Relationship is still kinda rough, but they balance each other out where Jinx finds she can’t will herself to try starting things with Lux because she never gets a reaction (constantly muttering “buzzkill” about Lux). Lux is usually able to calm Jinx down before she explodes (or literally just carries her away) or act as a “Jinx translator” for the rest of the team. On Lux’s end, Jinx makes her be less passive of a person and learn to speak her mind better. Jinx is also able to forcefully drag her out of her shell and acts as the teams “Lux translator”.
Other tidbits:
Vi notices that while Jinx makes a big show about not caring that she can’t play anymore she actually does and is the one to instigate forming a team by dragging her girlfriend Caitlyn into being the teacher advisor for them (she knows nothing about baseball and is an English teacher) while convincing Sevika (former pro that lost her pitching arm in a car crash, was the one that initially got Jinx interested in baseball as a kid) to come in as their grouchy gruff couch.
Silco doting step-dad of Jinx that funded her interest in baseball (and also covering up her outbursts) that Vi begrudgingly lets fund the team itself where the school can’t. Helps design their uniforms, get the busing, etc. Goes to all games to record Jinx’s plays and just overall spoils her a lot (part of her attitude problem likely comes from him...).
Vander their adopted dad who is trying his best dealing with both them and the extraness of Silco, knows very little about baseball (he was a drama kid in school) but still makes sure to go to any games he can. Tries to help the team where he can, usually by providing them meals. One of the few people that Jinx will actually listen to, balancing out Silco’s actual inability to not spoil her rotten.
Caitlyn loves her girlfriend dearly and easily caves to her, becoming the advisor for the team and (in an attempt to not appear incompetent) begins doing intensive research into the subject of baseball, far more than is actually needed since Vi literally just needed her to rubber stamp things. Vi loves her though and says nothing. Knows how to deal with Jinx from years of having to do just that. Jinx is weak to her stern ‘Mom’ tone as she puts it.
I need at least 11-12 girls for the team so currently I got:
Seraphine (Of course): Newbie with lots of passion, team cheerleader that helps hold it together. She brings in her friend group onto the team because they worry about her.
This would lead into Akali, Evelynn, Ahri, and Kai’sa coming in (at least I think).
Kinda want Janna on the team just so Jinx will constantly joke about her being an old lady (”Holy shit, who let granny sign up? You sure she’s an actual student? Not some ghost that just haunts the school since its founding?”) because she looks mature for her age (or she actually is, who knows lol, just a running gag of her making weirdly dated references or them being unable to find much in the way of student records/her being evasive).
Unsure about who else to round out the team, might just throw in characters I like playing in game or ones I like the personalities for. Like you could have Kayle and Morgana, two twins that fight about everything. Or have Leona and Diana (even just have one of them join while the other is the supportive girlfriend). Lots of things.
#fanfic idea#baseball au#lightcannon#lux#jinx#vi#caitlyn#seraphine#this is way longer than I thought it'd be lol#ramblings
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actualy i dont know if you ever explained why you hate the arc, i wannaa hear your thoughts on why
it's not that i hate fishman island, in fact i really enjoy the themes and many of the characters introduced and many who come back (big fan of camie and shirahoshi, as well as queen otohime, and would love to see more of them in the future!). but personally i just thought it was. sorta boring, and now that im reading the manga version of it im definitely enjoying it WAYYYYY more. the anime pacing was so off it made me take like a 4 month break from watching the series entirely.
also i dont like vander decken, i thought he couldve been written better. but also i think him being paired with hody as the main antagonists of the arc balanced things out by showing 1 antagonist who's not enjoyable whatsoever and completely forgettable as a whole, while the other is actually interesting and who you'll actually be bothered to remember as the series progresses, as well as the repercussions of all the actions hody had enacted. i also dont like how all the new fishman pirate officers became old by the end of the arc from the overdoses of energy steroids, i think it wouldve hit harder the bad effects of them if some of them died possibly, maybe leaving just hody alive. but even then that's more of a minor complaint
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Not specifically for any character: But, what are some of your favorite TRAITS that your muses have?
via Send me questions you have about my character! (open!)
{ ooc } Now here's an ask with some bite! Not gonna lie, I've been deliberating heavily over the last few days to try and think of some good answers, so uh... nice job really getting the mental gears turning, 'nonnie!
Since there's a good number of muses on file though, and I know that I tend to get verbose... I'm gonna focus on one trait each and try to be brief! Active muses follow below!
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Kōtarō
Ahh, Kō-bō. My longest-running OC who's been through a few different iterations over the years, but I like where he is now more than ever! Takes his position as Rukia's second-in-command to heart, but with a hint of little stinker™ energy to it whenever he feels the occasion calls for it... though if there's one trait of his that I like most, it's how this 13th Division officer is ready to throw down and relish the thrills of a good fight like an 11th Division one would, something he wound up taking after his mother but didn't really come into play until the Great Soul King Protection War...
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Shigeru
Around almost as long as Kōta was, Shigeru started off as a simple foil but really came to grow into his own. Traces of his original characterization still remain, chiefly his hotheadedness, his surly attitude, and his little outbursts every now and then, but I really liked how Shigeru mellowed out these days. I still approach him as a "no nonsense" kind of guy, but he's more relaxed and patient towards others than he was before the Quincies... not to say people can't get on his last nerve at times though.
Funny how the non-11th Division OC became the scrappier one while the actual former 11th Division one became more chill, ha!
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Forwin
Boyo beloved, how I adore him. I love Forwin a great deal so there's a lot I can gush about, but if I'm to pick one trait? This applies to his Three Houses War Phase verses in that I love how—for lack of a better word—worldly he becomes over the course of his five years away. Forwin returns to Fódlan a changed and more self-assured man, matured by fantastical experiences he can't easily, convincingly describe to others. But isn't that the main appeal of a good bard? The songs they heartily perform and the immersive stories they expertly tell, especially the ones bordering on disbelief?
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Virgilia
Otherwise known as Vi! I had a lot of fun putting her character together as someone diametrically opposed to the Church of Seiros by design. The Shadow Library included a lot of tasty lore drops to further flesh out Fódlan, and when some of these include a catalogue of banned technologies and scientific advancements... I saw the perfect chance to create a walking allegory for the suppression of sciences by systems of faith! Hence her calculated approaches to problem-solving, and her prioritizing data and logic over emotions. It leads to some fun personality clashes!
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Vander
Out of everyone from Engage, I didn't think I'd click with the steward, but hey, it happened! Vander lives to serve, but something about the sincere and ultimately humble pride he exhibits in his role as Queen Lumera and Alear's aide really endeared him to me. Sure, the extent in how seriously he takes his job around the clock can be a bit banal, but it comes from a good place! And while stern, there's a genuine warmth to him and what he brings to the Divine One's army. He's a good man, through and through. That he also knits for a hobby makes him more personable!
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Raphael
Sometimes, simple is best! Raphael is not a complex dude at the end of the day, he's just a big guy with a big heart and even bigger muscles to go with it. He just rolls with the punches whenever he's dealt a bad hand, keeping his cheerful smile going in spite of things and always wanting the best for his friends, as the textbook big brother figure! True, Raphael may not be the smartest among his peers, more eager to eat and train around the clock rather than study, but he makes up for it with surprising moments of wisdom here and there; dude's brighter than he lets on!
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Mask de Masculine (and James)
Two words: "LARGE HAM." The second cour of the Bleach: Thousand Year-Blood War anime kicks off in less than three weeks, and despite him being purely antagonistic in the source material, I'm greatly looking forward to seeing this doof wrecking house while being a complete, self-serving showboat about it – complete with his own little hype man! When the opportunity to write Mask does come up, playing up that larger than life persona of his is always a fun time for me. I won't expect his muse to sleep for much longer once he's back under the anime's limelight...
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THAT'S ALL HE WROTE! Hope all of this fell somewhere along the lines of what you were looking for from me, friend!
and now I go honk-shoo
#{ ☁️ winds at rest beyond the sky ☁️ ooc ☁️ }#{ ☁️ behind the scenes ☁️ ooc — replies ☁️ }#{ ooc: honestly not the approach i expected with this ask meme but you know what? this was fun to answer- }
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The end crowns the work, in the name of honor and darkness
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Actually I think Jinx did nothing wrong ever and I will continue to cheer her on like a soccer mom
#for legal reasons this is a joke#but also i think Jinx's real superpower is just batting her big wide eyes and everyone just goes 'oh I'd die for her now'#Caitlyn specifically is immune but even Ekko has a crush on her he's trying to ignore the entire show#Vander? saw Powder and Vi sad and immediately abandoned The Cause#Silco? saw Jinx sad and eventually abandoned The Cause#Vi? only goal in life is Protecc Sister and that's so valid of her#jinx#arcane#I'm just saying Jinx is a murderer maybe but adorable for sure#maybe it's that I relate to Vi's Big Sister Energy too much and I'm Projecting but also I'd die for Jinx#especially baby Powder#the lil noise she made when discovering Free Sandwich? kiddo i would die for you#she was so excited for her bombs to kill people and i just 🥰🥰 you go baby girl you're doing great
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