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parvulous-writings · 7 months

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Surprise // Silco x M!Reader

This is a special little oneshot - for the amazing @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: Silco has noticed some of your recent behaviours, so gives you a little surprise

Warnings: It's nothing graphic, it's just rather specifically tailored! partially uncharacteristically soft silco - lots of tension with Sevika. Detailed but also... not detailed?

Words: 2.6K

Notes: Unfortunately something is wrong with my Tumblr right now - it's going through long phases of not letting me save drafts and/or post. I've submitted tickets but the first one said there wasn't anything wrong (from a couple weeks ago) and the most recent one hasn't gotten a response yet. I appreciate all of your patience <3 My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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Silco had always had a bit of a soft spot for you. At first, he tried to hide it, but here were ways in which you could tell; you'd be the only one he'd offer a drink to at a meeting, his eyes would linger on you for a moment too long every so often, and the mere fact that you worked for him were all signs that some way, somehow, you had wormed your way into his seemingly cold, dead heart. The first to notice was of course, his right hand, Sevika. At first she thought it was merely strange, but then she started to get downright suspicious. First the child he had taken under his wing, and now... You. The child, for the most part, stayed out of Sevika's way, even when spending time with Silco. She could deal with that. But you, you were never too far from Silco - you were practically on display. The man made sure that he always had an excuse on hand to keep you close - preferably within his line of sight. You didn't seem to notice the special attention you always got from the man, but Sevika did. To her, it was akin to a giant flashing neon sign above your head. Though part of her was indeed happy that Silco had finally started to feel emotions strongly enough to care for someone again, another part of her was simply boiling at the prospect. Not out of jealousy, but more out of sheer impracticality. This was not the time to fall in love. Not when everything between Zaun and Piltover was at a head - when Silco needed to keep a close eye on his very calculated moves concerning Topside. The last thing he - or anyone else involved - needed, was a distraction.

But to Silco, the kind of distraction you were giving him wasn't the kind that would be the end of his operation - at least in his eyes. To him, you were giving him a break from the rest of the world, some peace that he had needed for what had now become many years. It was a kind of peace that made him feel almost normal, that for those brief moments, he could pretend that perhaps he had a better life; friends, perhaps a small family, a proper home. This little daydream of his never usually lasted for long, but he wished it would at times.

After about three weeks of Silco's unusual behaviour concerning you, Sevika had reached her boiling point. She couldn't deal with this situation without answers anymore. So, storming up the corridor towards Silco's study, she had a purpose. She was going to get to the bottom of this little mystery, she knew that much. Several scenarios were playing through her mind as she reached the door, flinging it open with such strength that it almost put a hole in the wall. Silco immediately looked up, glaring at the intruder. Even after realising that it was only Sevika, his gaze didn't waver. It seemed that the woman had interrupted whatever goings-on had been happening in the room, and Silco was not happy about it. Silco put down the small objects he had been fiddling with, raising his undamaged brow at the woman. "And what is the meaning of this?" He asked, his voice starting to drip with venom. "We need to... discuss something." Sevika replied, choosing her words very carefully. She didn't want to anger Silco, but she knew that she was already on her way to that eventuality. "Do we really? Well, last time I checked, people typically knock at my door before entering." He glanced to the corner of the room mid-sentence. "It's alright, you don't need to be afraid... You just keep playing..." A small smile plays on his lips as he speaks to you, sat in the corner, happily amusing yourself. Silco's gaze span back to Sevika, becoming cold once more. "Sit down." The woman didn't argue, sitting herself in the uncomfortable - albeit allegedly padded - chair on the other side of Silco's desk. "What exactly is this about?" Silco asked, brushing away the pieces of clutter he had been fiddling with a few minutes prior. Sevika stayed quiet for a moment too long, and it wore Silco's patience thin very quickly. "Well?" He snapped impatiently. "We need to talk about... Him." Sevika's gaze briefly flitted to you, and Silco's eyes narrowed. He wasn't liking where this was going. "What about him?" Silco's tone was cold, almost accusatory. It held an unsaid 'choose your next words very carefully'. Though Sevika was undeniably a valuable asset to his operation, he was not opposed to disciplining her if she dared to speak ill of you. Sevika fell silent again at this. How was she going to put this without royally pissing him off? "I just think..." She began, but soon trailed off as she watched Silco's slender hands slowly ball into fists as they rested on his desk. "... That he's distracting you." There was no other way for her to put it, so she decided to try and face the issue head on, no matter how Silco's temper may to it. "Distracting me?" Silco's voice was... Eerily calm. "And how exactly would you say he's distracting me?" Sevika just gestured to his desk with her augmented arm, then to you seated in the corner with her other arm. "He... He does not contribute. All he does is sit and play like a child. He isn't a child! And you just... Let him? You let him sit in on sensitive shit, Silco!" She exclaimed, getting to her feet. "It's not right." "You wish to lecture me on what is right?" Silco responded, voice practically oozing past his lips. He leant back in his chair as he spoke, eyes trained on Sevika across from him. "After all I have given to you? After all we have achieved together?" His hand trails along the surface of his desk as he slowly gets to his feet. "Have you anything else you wish to say about my arrangements here?" He asks, gesturing vaguely to the room encasing you all. At this question, Sevika falls silent. She knows what kind of test this is - a test of loyalty. Whether she is willing enough to withstand Silco's... fancies, or whether she wants to be dealt with. Typically, Sevika was the one to do the 'dealing', so no doubt she would be left to Jinx, to be the young woman's play thing.

Sevika barely even needed to consider this; she's played with Jinx before, and as demure as the teen could seem to most, she was truly unhinged when it mattered. She had bested Sevika, and the older woman was not too keen to let that happen again. Silco began to turn away, his hand resting on the back of his chair, just above his shoulder height. He heaved a sigh, his slender shoulders slowly moving up, then down with the action, as he tried to rid himself of the tension that had now rooted in the muscle. "I… Didn't mean right as in…" Sevika started to try and explain herself, in an effort to keep herself in his good books, but by the grip that he suddenly had on the top of his chair, he wasn't in any sort of mood to listen to her reasonings. His head whipped round partially, his lips parted in a sneer. Sevika slowly nodded at this, finally deciding to react to the silent message she was being given. Perhaps she would try and get him alone - if that were even possible. Without another word, she left the room, closing the door and returning the room to how it had been before her arrival. Silco runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself, before rounding his chair to face you, as you happily sat with your little creations, blissfully ignoring the conversation that had gone on beside you, just a few feet away. Silco returned to his seat, bringing the objects he had been occupied with before back to his attention, and right in front of him. Carefully, and with a deft hand, he clipped all the pieces together, making sure they fit perfectly, and could move with relative ease without being too loose. When he was finally satisfied with the state of his creation, he got to his feet once more, slowly and quietly making his way over to you. "My dear..." He began, his tone dipped in a softness that rarely ever showed itself. You glance up briefly, a little surprised that he's approached you - it's the middle of the day, shouldn't he be working? Your brows furrow as you are about to ask this question to him, but he seems to predict your query before the words pass your lips. "I always have time for you." He speaks, handing you the small figure he had been working on nearly all morning.

It's a small, pose-able bat. Your eyes light up - the model itself had many smaller components that must not have been easy to place. "I made sure it was perfect, for you." Silco's voice breaks you from your thoughts again, the man's smile visible to you before your eyes had even turned back to his face again. "Well? Do you like it?" He asks, not quite impatient, but more... Desperate. Eager, perhaps is the best way to describe him - he wants, no, needs to know that it's to your liking. You giggle quietly, nodding at him with a wide smile. "I love it, Silco..." You stretch up for a moment, pressing a gentle kiss to his scarred cheek. You then turn back to your model - a vast array of little buildings, all of which Silco has, over time, watched you build and place according to your whims. You gaze over the miniature skyline briefly, before finding the perfect place to nestle this little creature Silco had gifted you - perched amongst some billboards, hiding in plain sight of the human figurines lining the streets below. "There..." You say, partly to yourself, before turning back to look at Silco, beaming with pride. "He can stay there, and we can both see him..." You chuckle, and Silco slowly lowers himself to sit beside you. "He, hm?" Silco hums, "And that's his name? I never thought of one for him..." He muses, playing along with you. You purse your lips in thought, trying to wrack your brain for a suitable name for your newfound bat figure. You shake your head, your nose scrunches as you fail to bring forth a suitable name for the little bat. "I've got nothing..." You reply softly, almost sounding disappointed. You feel Silco's hand come to rest on your shoulder. "It's alright... I'm sure we'll think of something, hm?" He pauses for a moment, his thumb slowly moving over your shoulder in an attempt to soothe any true disappointment you may have. "Now... How about we come away from this for a little while, and get you something to eat?" You nod slowly in agreement, and the pair of you get to your feet; Silco's hand fumbles for a moment whilst it seeks out yours, before your fingers intertwine with one another's.

Lunch, as always, was served in Silco's office, but the pair of you had moved over to another part of the room, sitting down at a small table and pair of plush chairs, that Silco had actually put in a week or so after your arrival. Before you, Silco had often had lunch alone at his desk, but now he had someone to dine with, who actually seemed to be less afraid of him than anyone else. In truth, there was little reason for you to fear Silco - the temper and fury that he had so often let loose on others without warning and without mercy, had never been directed at you, not even a smidgen of it. You had seen it before, of course, living with him made that more violent side of him hard to avoid, but he would always go and calm himself down before he came back to you, if something had gotten him too riled up. You sat across from one another, happily tucking in to your warm meals. Naturally, it was no Topside meal, but it was some of the best you'd be able to get in the Underground. Silco had made sure that you would always get the finest of what the Lanes had to offer, no matter what it took to get it. Thankfully, being the one to pull the strings in the majority of Zaun now, this was no issue for the man. He had treated you to the finest things he could get his hands on, most of them from the other barons of the Underground, but some things he even managed to import from Topside - not that he ever let you in on his secrets on that side of things. In fact, it was very rare that Silco let you know of, well, anything in terms of business. You had asked him about this once or twice before, and his only response was about 'keeping you safe'. That's all it ever was, no matter what you tried to discuss with him on the side of business. 'I don't want you getting involved, dear.' He'd tell you. 'It's not safe, and I'd rather not even think about risking you in this kind of trade... Please, understand at least this much, if anything..' And after that particular conversation, he'd brush you off or change the subject any time you'd bring it up. In his eyes, he had made his stance on the situation very clear. In it's own, sort of sweet way, you believed that this was the main way Silco showed he cared for you - even if he never really said it out loud, besides perhaps the pet name. Public displays - hell, most outward displays - of affection were not entirely Silco's area... And you've never pushed for that kind of thing, as it seemed to be a somewhat tender subject for him. You never asked why, it was not your business, and you hoped that eventually he may trust you - and himself - enough to tell you. For the time being, though, you were both happy enough keeping your relationship as it was; a vastly unspoken one, where although your care and affection for one another was deep-rooted and painfully obvious even to the pair of you, nothing was ever truly confirmed, nothing was made concrete by your words. You were happy with it for the most part - though a small part of you yearned desperately for the validation of his love - and although you hoped to bring up the unspoken part of your relationship at some point in the future, it was to remain the distant future for the time being. You didn't want to ruin a good thing and push Silco too much for an answer, causing him to just... Cut off everything entirely. You had seen it happen before, though mostly with lesser goons that he took in to do all of his dirty work, and whilst you didn't see yourself on their level, you didn't want to take any risks.

"Did you like your surprise?" Silco's low, velvet voice breaks you from your trance. You look up to him, and nod eagerly. You loved it - a truly wonderful and sweet surprise. "I did... Was there an occasion for it?" You asked, placing your cutlery on your plate as you finished your meal. "Do I need an occasion to get you gifts?" He responds, his eyes now fixed on the remainder of his meal. You pause briefly, before shaking your head in answer to his question. "No, of course not..." You crack a smile at him, which he soon returns when he meets your eye. He lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly pleased with this response of yours. "Good... Because, I can assure you, there will be many more to come..."

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silky-blorbo-brainrot · 3 months

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Pink Slips and Pencils Ch 3

It's been great to get back into working on this! These chapters take me a long time as I find Silco both fun but difficult to write, I feel like I made him too soft in this and he feels a bit out of character, but I hope people still enjoy. I also made an A03 account to post this on under Rena_Cherry97 so please feel free to check it out there as well! Constructive feedback is greatly appreciated.

Having Silco’s breath warm you in a place no one but yourself and doctors had touched made you panic in a way you hadn’t expected. You simultaneously were desperate for him to touch you and wanting to push him away. You knew some clients got off on eating out brothel workers, but you weren’t sure if he was the type or if he just felt obligated because this was your first time.

“Wait,” You panted breathlessly with a hand in his hair.

The sight of him gazing up at you between your legs nearly stopped your heart. He was beautiful. In a strange and intimidating way, but still… beautiful. Sea green you could dive into and orange flames that warmed your entire body. A regal gauntness to his face somehow both weathered and handsome.

“What is it now, pet?” He drawled, almost impatiently as he traced your stomach with a lazy finger, but you sensed a touch of teasing in his voice. You realized you had been staring at him and averted your eyes.

“You d-don’t have to…this is still time you paid for and we can just skip to… you don’t have to feel like you need to…” You were babbling.

“Oh sweet thing,” He laughed. “I’ve been longing to know how you tasted since I first kissed you.”

You blushed furiously, hiding your face with your hand. How could you have thought training with the other girls and practicing dirty talk on each other could prepare you for hearing such things from such a delicious voice?

“If there’s anywhere you don’t want me to touch you or taste you, I won’t.” He continued. “But you must know I would never do so just to humor you. If you consent, I’m going to delight in having you come undone on my tongue and my fingers. I’m going to get you all warmed up for me so that when I do sink into your lovely cunt, you're begging me for it.”

Your legs were trembling, your core damp with need at hearing his declaration.

“Do I have your permission to continue, dove?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“Louder.” He demanded. “Tell me you want it.”

You swallowed. You wanted it, and you wanted him to be pleased with you.

“Please Silco, please make me cum with your tongue.”

“There’s a good girl.” He practically growled and you whimpered as he kissed down your thigh.

You were almost relaxed but you froze when it dawned on you that he was kissing your raised and blanched skin. Your scars.

“It’s alright dove, he murmured against your skin, letting his teeth trace them. “I have plenty of my own.”

You relaxed into his teasing, feeling a little silly for having thought they could possibly be off putting to someone like him. And you were thankful he didn’t make it into a big deal or ask any questions regarding them. You were also thankful when he finally licked and teased his way to your inner thigh and parted your folds with his long fingers. You heard him let out a hiss as he massaged a small circle between them, grazing your wetness.

“Oh you're going to do terrible things to my ego pet.” He whispered. “You're absolutely soaked and I’ve barely started.”

You gasped and threw your head back as his thumb stroked your sensitive clit and he slipped a finger inside your core. The stretch was delicious as you squeezed your legs together to clamp tighter around him, but it wasn’t enough.

“More,” you moaned. “Please, more.”

“So greedy.” He growled. “But since you're a polite little brat.”

You rewarded him with a breathy moan when he wrapped his lips around you, sucking you into his mouth as he stretched and pumped his finger, then added the second digit you desperately craved. You swore underneath your breath when he removed them just as your core had been tightening, but sighed a breath of relief when he replaced them with his tongue, having kissed his way down your center. The bump of his aquiline nose ground into your bud as he feasted on you. You couldn’t help but buck your hips up for more friction shamelessly. It seemed to please him as he groaned and pinned your hips down with his forearm, rubbing his face into you more ferociously.

You felt yourself going taut inside, a string in your core he was tugging on with each plunge of his tongue and rub of your clit. It was a familiar feeling you had achieved alone in your room many times, but it was the first time being with someone else, and you felt a sense of self-consciousness distracting you from the pleasure.

“Too much,” you panted, jerking Silco’s hair again. “I-I c-can’t.”

Silco pulled his mouth away from you but not his hand. He quickly covers your body with his and you find his surprisingly warm weight comforting, your hands grazing his strong forearms and clinging to them, still trembling.

“You can darling, let go for me. You're so beautiful, and you’ll be even more perfect when you cum for me.” He leans in to capture your lips, but not before whispering to you. “Your pretty cunt was just as delicious as I hoped.”

You gasped into his mouth as you tasted yourself in his saliva. Silco began to grind the heel of his palm into your bud as he nipped at your bottom lip with his chipped teeth. You felt that string tighten again and this time allowed it to continue as your legs shook furiously as Silco alternated between giving your clit attention and stretching his fingers inside you while kissing you breathless. You were dizzy in a both overwhelming and delightful way.

Tipping over the edge was easier with Silco guiding you through it, you felt more secure holding onto him, wrapping your legs around his arm and hips, him worshiping your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as sparks bloomed behind them, the heat in your lower belly boiling it over. Silco drew back from your lips to lavish your neck, his breath in your ear adding further sensation to your orgasm.

“There’s my good girl.” He praised, and you opened your eyes as his lovely hand continued to work you through your aftershocks. Your heartbeat quickened as you took in the way he was drinking you in, that orange iris threatening to swallow you. “Absolutely perfect.” He pulled his hand up to his mouth and sucked your juices off his fingers. You flushed even more, which you hadn’t thought possible.

As you came down from your high you became aware of Silco’s cock hard against your leg. He hadn’t demanded any attention to it all throughout pleasuring you, and you felt that string tug again as you passed an exploratory hand over it, your thumb gliding through the precum at his tip. It twitched in your palm and you wrapped your fingers around him gently.

You could feel Silco’s gaze on you as he hovered above you, feeling his breath quickening. A little over some of your initial shyness basking in the glow of your orgasm, you gazed up at him through your lashes.

“May I taste you too?”

Silco’s eyes darkened with want even as he laughed at your brazenness.

“As much as I would relish having your pretty lips around me, pet, I’m much more looking forward to making you cum again, this time while I'm inside of you.”

“How do you want me?” Your training poking through, wanting to please him, but Silco shook his head at you.

“It’s your first time darling, you get the final call. But I’ll give you three options. On your back, on your knees, or riding me. How do you want me?” He turned your words back on you.

You were almost drooling, running your fingers over his velvety hardness as you weighed your decision. You felt like riding him would be something you’d love to try if the opportunity ever represented itself, but you were too shy right now and would feel like you needed to give a performance if you were above him. The other 2 options were equally appealing but for very different reasons. On your back you would get to look into that glorious eye, and bring him closer with your legs around him. On your knees however, you felt like you would be giving up all your control and only be able to focus on the feel of him and what he would give you.

“Can I make a request?” You asked as he twitched again and growled at you.

“If it means I get to sink into you soon, anything pet.”

“On my back and then you flip me once you make me cum again, I want you to pull me back by my hair when you spill your seed inside me.”

Silco nearly snarled at you with the way his lip curled up in a vicious grin, and he knocked your hand away as he pushed you back onto the pillows. You gasped as you felt him run the head of his cock through your folds, whimpering as the head of it bumped against your swollen clit.

“Gods, you perfect little slut. The things that come out of that mouth are better than I could have ever hoped for.”

You felt a strange little thrill shoot through you at the profanity. You realized you would enjoy being called anything coming from his voice in that praiseful tone. It felt like the most sensual endearment rather than something coarse and crude.

“Are you ready for me, pet?” His lips kissed your ear and you shivered as he stimulated your bud and folds, while ever so gently brushing your entrance.

You nodded shakily, letting your legs wrap gently around him just as you had imagined, pushing on his lower back with the heels of your feet to urge him forward.

“Oh ever the greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Silco crooned, capturing your lips as he inched into you.

The stretch was even more delicious than his fingers, more satisfying than you thought possible as he filled you. Still in the afterglow of your first orgasm, there was hardly any pain, only a slight discomfort, like stretching a muscle you had not worked on for some time. Despite this, a little bit of anxiety gnawed at your gut, fear of the unknown. Silco stilled as his pelvis rested against yours. You felt his gaze on your face and found his pupils blown out, drinking in your furrowed brow and panting.

“You're so tight, little one. You feel perfect around me.”

You let out a little whimper at his praise and he seized your lips and bit the lower one so hard you thought you tasted a bit of copper. He kissed you like he was trying to eat you until you forgot about your worries, and until your core was throbbing and demanding more attention.

“Please,” you begged when he released your swollen mouth. “Please move.”

“You don’t need to ask me twice, darling.”

If there was anything better than Silco sinking into you for the first time, it was the loss of him pulling out of you and then the delight of him pushing back in. Now that you were used to him, he seemed to be the perfect size to you, not painful but just a sinful pressure that had your clit pulsing with heat. You loved the feeling of his weight pressing you into the mattress, both comforting and exhilarating. Like being crushed in a bear hug, his lithe form was surprisingly heavy. He caught you by surprise by sneaking a hand between you to rub at your bud with two fingers, which had you feeling your second orgasm already building back up. You didn’t think it could get any better when he lifted your legs up towards your shoulders and pressed deeper than you thought possible. You clamped an arm over your mouth as a particularly loud squeak came out of you, but Silco growled and quickly captured your wrist and held it down above your head firmly.

“None of that, sweetness, I want to hear every lovely noise I can get out of you.”

His voice did terrible things to you, you raked your nails down his back without meaning to and immediately whispered a breathless apology. He hissed but it seemed to only spur him on, meeting your hips with a particularly hard thrust that had you moaning.

“I can take some pain darling, it sweetens the pleasure. Do you feel the same?”

The thrust had given you a brush of delicious soreness as he grazed your cervix. The flame in his iris was eating you up, as he gave you a look that seemed like he was asking for permission to devour you. You wanted to let him swallow you whole, to ruin you just as he’d promised earlier.

“Fuck me, hurt me, just don’t stop please Silco.”

His eyes darkened as he squeezed your throat with his hand just enough to make you feel light headed, and slammed back into you.

“You're my perfect little slut, aren’t you darling?” He snarled.

“Y-yes, I’m yours.” You hadn’t even fully thought through the words before you let them tumble from your kiss bitten lips, but you were delighted with the effect they seemed to have on him as he swore under his breath and set a brutal pace with his hips, not letting go of your neck. He alternated between letting you have a full breath and restricting some of your airflow, and you felt the dizziness allowing you to sink even deeper into the pleasure building in your core. Your thighs began trembling furiously around him.

Silco released your neck to take hold of your hips, angling you up so he could sink even deeper into you as you groaned and felt hot tears tracing your cheeks. You felt his tongue lick them off roughly as you squeezed your eyes shut as he slotted his lips by your ear.

“Be a good pet now and cum on my cock, and I’ll turn you around and spill myself inside of you. That’s what you wanted isn’t it you dirty thing? To let me cum inside you? To feel me mark you as mine?”

You could feel him twitch with need as he asked it which sent a pulse through you as you neared your peak.

“Y-yes,” you begged. “Yes please make me yours.”

“Then cum for me dove.”

His words sent you pouring over that edge, and you cried out as he bit down hard on your neck as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You could feel his teeth embedded in your skin and you knew you would have a particularly nasty lovebite the next day, but you didn’t care. You felt you’d actually relish in having something to remember him and this night by. The stinging made the aftershocks all the more intense and you fisted your hands in his hair. He finally released your throat with a pop and his tongue lavished the bite, as if soothing it.

You still had your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him slowly pull out of you, and you groaned at the loss of him filling you, the hollowness leaving a slight pang in your chest. But he didn’t leave you wanting for long. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he quickly flipped you onto your stomach, and you felt your stickiness running down your inner thighs.

“So pretty like this pet,” he praised, as he grabbed a cushion from the head board and slotted it beneath your hips, pulling your butt upwards. You arched like a cat at his attention, wanting to lean into him, and hissed as his fingers dragged between your folds, collecting some of your spend. You flushed furiously as you heard him suck those fingers into his mouth, turning to look at him. He met your gaze without a trace of shyness. “And so perfectly delicious.”

You buried your head in the pillow and moaned, but your head was quickly yanked back by a firm fist in the back of your hair. Your eyes smarted but you were soon crying in pleasure as Silco plunged back into you from behind, with the same harsh pace he had taken with you on your back. Somehow he felt even deeper inside you, hitting a new place as your hips were pressed into the pillow you were now very grateful for. He brushed a spot inside you that had you keening and trying your best to snap your hips back to meet him, although you could barely do so with the force of his thrusts.

Silco leaned forward to cage you in with one arm, still holding your hair in one hand as he peppered your neck with open mouthed kisses and harsh bites. It was overwhelming to feel him everywhere around you, and to have so little control over your movements, just taking his spearing into you. You could feel yourself dripping onto the cushion below you as you ground yourself into it for even more stimulation. Your clit was so swollen it almost hurt, and you almost screamed when Silco released your hair to reach underneath and rub it furiously with his fingers.

“Silco, no,” you cried. “I-I can’t, not again, it’s too much.”

He did not let up his circles as he cupped your sex and growled.

“You can and you will, pet. Let go for me, I’ve made up my mind I want to cum with your walls fluttering around me, or I won’t cum inside you at all.”

You swore at him and were even more infuriated when you heard him laugh in your ear. You felt like you were ready to explode as he continued to work at you until you had no choice but to give him exactly what you wanted. You bit down on the pillow beneath you as your legs shook and you collapsed, but Silco pulled your head back just in time to catch your scream and for you to hear him groan as he twitched furiously inside you. The feeling of him hotly coating your sore insides drew out your orgasm, you could feel yourself pulsing around him, wringing it out of him as if your body was saying more, more, more.

You felt almost blissful as he allowed his weight to collapse on top of you, his hot breath fanning your ear as he panted. You were relieved that you weren’t the only one so greatly affected. Having him remain on top of you, inside you as you both came down and he softened was comforting after such great overstimulation, and you felt you would have been content to lay there for hours. But your muscles started to cramp and you allowed him to roll off of you, grateful when he took you with him and laid you on your back. He took your calf in his palm and stretched out your leg as you groaned, but allowed him to relieve the tension in one then the other.

You felt surprise stir in your chest at that, along with another emotion you couldn’t quite name. Who would have thought the Eye of Zaun could be such a considerate lover?

“We should get you cleaned up.” He murmured, wiping tears and what you were sure was a horrifying puddle of mascara from underneath your eyes with a tissue from your bedside table. “We don’t want your first time ending in an infection, do we?”

You opened your mouth but found nothing coming out of it, and flushed as he chuckled at you.

“Are you speechless, pet? Did I make you cock-drunk?”

You flushed furiously and covered your face with your hands which only made him laugh at you harder. You let out a surprised squeak as he swept you off of the bed, one hand under your knees and the over cradling your shoulders. You stared up at him, dumbstruck at his actions.

The warmth in his eyes made you wonder how you ever found him scary or imposing.

“Is that your ensuite?” He asked, pointing at the door next to your dresser, and you nodded. Silco carried you into the bathing chamber and deposited you on the toilet, and you were about to protest as he held up his hands.

“I’m not going to look, I’m going to run you a bath and you’re going to use the washroom and then drink some water.” He pressed a glass he’d swiped off the counter into your palm.

“Okay.” You murmured, taking in his words as orders rather than suggestions.

He rounded the corner of the bathing chamber and you heard the faucet turning as he began to fill up the old and stained clawfoot tub. You followed his instructions, stuck in your head all the while in shock that he was being so kind to you. You hadn’t known quite what you’d expected him to do once you were finished, but you had put your money on him slipping out the door as quickly and coolly as possible. You felt a pang of disappointment in your gut when you’d finished seeing to your needs and found the tub full but no sight of him.

But the bathroom door squeaked open, and you saw him standing there, fully dressed and in his usual suave attire, if slightly rumpled.

“It’s time I take my leave, pet.”

“Oh… yes.” You agreed as you dropped your eyes and focused them on the mint tile beneath his shoes. Why had you already been fantasizing about a bath with him? You admonished yourself in your head. He may be surprisingly kind but this is still just business, and the business portion of this evening is over. He has no reason to humor you further. “Well thank you for the bath and for…”

He lifted up your hand and you were forced to meet his eyes as he motioned with his head toward the bath.

“Get in, the last thing I need is you slipping and Babette having my head for already ruining her best and brightest.”

You let out a breathless laugh and allowed him to guide you into the tub, sighing as you sunk into the steaming water. You were careful not to get his suit sleeve wet. You were reluctant to let go of his hand, but the hollowness in your belly was already being soothed by the hot water embracing you.

As he pulled back from you and moved towards the door, he patted the top of your head gingerly.

“Be sure to look after yourself,” he advised as you looked up at him. The warmth was gone from his eyes, you realized, replaced by some sort of steely resolve. You wondered what other business he had tonight, and what he was thinking about. “I’m sure Babette’s already trained you well, but you have to look after both your body and your mind in this kind of business. Don’t let any of these men cross your boundaries, don’t give them your name or anything beyond what they pay for. They’ll take and take, but don’t forget you're the one who calls the shots here. And make sure to replenish yourself after physically, come down gently from all that energy, or else the drop from it will be hard to recover from. Don’t let this job burn you up.”

“I will, thank you Silco.” You promised and he nodded, not saying anything more, even though the way his throat bobbed, you wondered if he wanted to.

As the door closed behind him you let yourself let go of the breath held in your lungs, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. You had survived your first night, more than that you had thrived in it thanks to The Eye of Zaun’s unexpected care towards you, and that had to be cause for celebration. It didn’t do well to dawdle on the thoughts you were trying your best to squash down. Ones of him sinking into the tub with you, maybe sneaking his fingers inside you under the water, maybe fanning out your wet hair on the bed before taking you again. And the most treacherous of all, maybe of what it would feel like to fall asleep with his arms locked around your waist, his even breath in your ear. You had to work in the morning, and these thoughts did nothing to quiet your mind. Tonight had been a dream, a fantasy but you knew it wouldn’t be a recurring one. You had never seen Silco at Babette’s before, not in your entire year of training, and you doubted he would ever darken your door again.

Even as you brushed aside the most sinful thought of all. That your heart wanted him to.

#silco fanfic #silco smut #silco x oc #silco x reader #silco #silco arcane #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane fanfic

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A dazzling guide towards vengeance

Ch 1 : The Last Drop

Y’all hyped me up as fuck when I posted the sneak peak. So here I am: delivering chapter one. 2500k words.

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TW: physical fights, blood, teasing, unresolved sexual tension...

Enjoy!

01 - THE LAST DROP

"I've just seen, like, three strip clubs and five casinos on my way here. What the fuck has happened to the Undercity?" You snorted as you approached the old friends whose faces told how little they expected to see you after so much time.

Your elbows laid on the tall jukebox of The Last Drop bar. A song played, bottle in hand, body arched as you spoke with people you hadn't seen in years.

Investigating (perhaps manipulating) people into telling you how things had changed, you already had the name Jinx. She was, apparently, a psychopath working for another called Silco, but that was not who you came back to the Undercity for. You'd, perhaps, investigate about that after you had found your target.

Also, the Undercity happened to be Zaun, now. It was somehow related to that man Silco, but you brushed it off.

“What brings ya' here?" Lorenzo, who you used to think to be your platonic soulmate as a child, finally spoke.

"Business," you said as you took another sip of the bottle of vodka.

Lorenzo let a dry laugh out. "That's all ya' gotta say? It's been two bloody years."

You were glad he finally let it out. His gaze on you was starting to cut your skin open, trying to make you feel guilty for leaving the way you did.

"What do you want me to say, Enzo? That I feel sorry? I did. But I was more worried about the shit father provoked after he died."

He sighed, trying to understand your point of view, as he had always done. "Thought you didn't care much about that. He wasn't especially good to ya."

You began focusing on the vibrations of the music that came from behind you. You had drunk enough to know you shouldn't start talking about that topic while thinking, — mostly not while drinking.

"My sister went fucking insane because of that," you muttered as you lifted your elbows from the jukebox to now sit on it. Your facial expression showing no emotion.

"How is she now?"

A kick on your face made your head and back violently hit the wall behind the —now clearly not functioning— jukebox. You had to fight the urge of letting every single drop of alcohol you had drank for the past hour out of your body.

"Red," a pink-haired woman said, her face expressing something in between a smirk and a disgusted expression.

You used your thumb to clean the blood that your lip was pouring before making a coughing sound and looking up at Violet, something in your eyes flickering. "Took you long enough," you sneered as you fully stood.

Behind her, you could see Lorenzo already pointing a Draco right at her head. Violet, ignoring it, turned around to make her way towards him.

You knew how that would end, so you hit the alcohol bottle you hadn't dropped against the wall to break it in half. "Lorenzo, back up."

"And I thought we were friends," Violet said sarcastically and took the gun out of his grip, knowing he would not shoot.

Before she could do anything else, you rapidly moved towards her to bend your body down and cut her leg with the glass, crossing your leg with her ankle so she would fall.

You moved your body on top of hers, pointing the glass at her neck.

"Such a backstabber," she said slowly, that insufferable smirk painted her face.

Her words were clearly meant in two different ways.

Violet and you had never really been friends: you used to share the same friend group, if you'd call it that way, but Vander and your father had too many problems to allow you two to be close. Actually, it was hell for people to try and enjoy a good time when you two stood in the same room.

"I learnt from the best." You fake-smiled, almost having cut her neck if it weren't because she grabbed the bottle with both hands, pushing it towards you instead. As this happened, from the corner of your eye, you saw Enzo breaking a plank of wood from the bar to hit Vi with it. You managed to rip the broken bottle out of her grip and throw the non-sharpened side towards Enzo's stomach, —your eyes still on her— not needing words for him to understand you wanted him to mind his own business, just as people in The Last Drop had always done.

Taking advantage of your lifted arm, Vi punched your rib and gripped your hips, hard enough for brushes to appear, to switch positions. This was before you moved your knee upwards to where it hurt the most.

Both of you rolled away from each other and stood up as fast as you could. You pushed the first table you saw towards Vi with your leg, but she managed to dodge it.

Before the table smacked against the wall on the other side of the room, a broad man, who had been sitting on it, came towards you to confront you. You avoided the push and punched his throat, letting him be busy searching for air.

Vi moved rapidly towards you, so you feinted to hit on her ribs, making her get dodge towards the wall and giving you the chance to punch right in the middle of her face instead. Blood began pouring down her nose as she grabbed your wrists to twist them, taking you towards her. "You seem unsurprised I'm alive," she said sarcastically, not doubting why.

You hit her stomach with your knee, making her drop one wrist and slightly bend over, the fingers that continued to grip the other leaving bruises. Your free hand laid on the back of her neck, your thumb lifting her face so she would look right at you, "Why would I be?" you shrugged as you furrowed your brows innocently. "It's not like Vander died at the very first attempt. It's on the family, innit?" you said right next to her ear.

Getting her killed while she was in jail was not what you intended, but you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of saying so.

Vi whipped off the blood that had poured to her lips before using the same hand that bruised your wrist to grip the other, her right hand suddenly choking and pinning you against the wall. "Enlighten me, Red. Why did you send an enforcer to torture me during my time in jail and continue to look for some kind of vengeance I can't figure out?" She tightened her hold as she spoke, for some reason, your hands not trying to push her away as hard as you were able to.

You twisted one of your wrists to release yourself and grip the arm that she used to choke you so you could, at least, speak. "Vengeance? I did not just enter here making a scene. And, what happened in jail... well, both you and your sister share the same last name, don't you? You were in the way." You managed to lower her arm, it accidentally brushing with the side of your breast before you moved away, a billiard table separating the two of you now.

Taking advantage of this accident, you looked deeply into her eyes before explaining, "if it was your sister, my mission would be accomplished. Now, you? collateral damage. And let's be real, we both know you're not going to help me get rid of Powder, are you?"

Violet didn't need to ask what had happened. She had known from the moment Caitlyn —the only enforcer she could tolerate— had shown her the evidence she had against Powder.

She couldn't get to deny her sister having murdered yours, not knowing that she was Jinx now —a fact that you couldn't find out if Violet didn't want you to easily localise her through Silco. Everyone knew where they could find him, and, at the end of the day, Jinx was still her sister.

You decided to surround the table slowly, your body close to hers. "Are you staying out of my way, Vi?"

"But it's been so long without seeing each other," she complained sarcastically taking a step closer towards you, too, and pinning your body against the wall, her right hand touching the wall at your side. Your faces now centimeters away from each other.

"I'm having mercy, Violet," you warned, your eyes fixed onto hers until they moved towards her lips for a second.

"I've never asked for it."

Just as she said that, you tried to hit her knee so she would fall, but she came closer to you and rapidly placed her other hand on your neck. "Try anything again. I swear I'll snap your neck."

"I'm afraid I won't let you before I do worse to your sister," you said using all the air you had in your lungs to avoid stuttering. It was almost like you enjoyed provoking her.

Neither of you could help to notice the fact her lower body was brushing yours. "You're not laying a hand on her."

You ran your tongue over your teeth, tasting blood, when you realised Violet was going to be a bigger problem than you thought. You guessed she knew where Powder was —or at least, she knew something you did not.

You forced your body to the front and pushed your elbow back towards her stomach to release yourself. Straightaway, you grabbed the nearest wood chair to hit her with it, making it break.

She put pressure on her rib, hissing in pain as you quickly moved towards her, provoking a fist fight in between agitated breaths. Vi pushed your head to a rock column, making you meet the floor.

Both of you were now equally disoriented, clothes stained with blood and bodies full of future bruises.

You threw your head back to the rockto groan in pain.

Right before she crouched down, you lifted your arm towards the table at your side to grab any cutlery you could get, so you stabbed a spoon into her arm.

Violet let out a short angry scream before trying to rip it out of her flesh.

"Oh, please. You kids are not even trying to kill each other," Scotch, the only person that ever paid attention to the —more than typical— serious fights happening at The Last Drop every day, stuck his sharpened knife into the bar before getting back to his table.

Both your gazes drifted towards it.

As Vi prepared to run towards the bar, you used both hands to grab her leg and make her fall to the floor, but she quickly moved to trap your body in between her legs instead. Both of you choking each other.

Violet moved one hand to try and reach the knife, but you managed to bring a stool towards her with your foot and make force for it to hit her.

She groaned in pain as you basically threw yourself on her, her shape in between your legs as you tried to reach the knife instead.

Just before she could drag you down with her, you got the knife and directed it to stab her shoulder, but she managed to roll and make you fall instead.

Vi stood up, surrounded the bar, and, out of breath, served herself a glass of Bourbon.

She threw the bottle at you and you took a break to sip. Both of you stood still, the bar supporting your weight, chests rising and falling out of exhaustion, and the ignored situation.

This happened until you tossed the bottle and held the knife once again, fists towards each other causing you to slice the flesh of her fist open.

As she groaned, she managed to twist your wrist and held the knife towards your neck, at least until she decided to toss it far away and turn you around to grip your hair into her first, her injured tightening, making herself feel more pain.

Your head was thrown back to her shoulder as blood poured down your chin, mouth wide open due to the pain in your jaw and the pants that had your chest inflating and deflating. "Yeah... that's it," Violet said as she looked down at what she had done to you.

Something that you tried to fight happened inside you, but a groan escaped your lips the moment the grip on your hair tightened.

Her smirk grew wider as she moved her lips closer to your ear. "What was that?"

You groaned, again, a different kind both of you understood and you freed yourself out of your grip —something the pink-haired girl knew you could've done since the moment she turned you around. "I see I still have the same effect on you."

You pushed her back, your face expressing no emotion, perhaps serious.

"What's it with you?" she asked, amused.

"What?" you asked, defensively.

"You heard me."

"Indeed I did."

Violet whipped the sides of her mouth. "You sent someone to beat me to death, and then kill me— which, I must say, he failed to do."

"Never asked for a man, did I?" You faked a smile and got on to turn around and leave, but Vi gripped your arm to make you look at her. You crossed your arms.

"Or. You didn't come and do it yourself to make sure the job was done because all you knew was the last name of the person in the cell, and you risked it being me instead of Powder."

Once she realised you weren't going to answer, she tried again. "You were, indeed, trying to prove a point. But you didn't want me to get hurt, did you? You don't want no one but you to touch me."

It was the way she said it.

Luckily, you used to read Harry Potter as a child, so you learned how to occlude —in your way.

You narrowed your eyes. "I know what you're trying to do, Violet. Now, it's pathetic."

Was it?

You turned around to leave, but she, again, gripped your arm. "You sent someone that worked for your father to murder a sixteen years old. Isn't that pathetic?" she decided to tease. "Or is it just you didn't want someone strong enough to, in case it was me, kill me?" she repeated, slowly.

You ran your tongue over your teeth before smirking. "I didn't want to waste my time choosing, like, the perfect candidate or something. You were just lucky," was said in a way anyone would believe you, just not her. You took your arm out of her grip for the last time. "Oh, and, Violet? Don't get in my way. You won't want to see what's going to happen." You disappeared before she could open her mouth again.

Tables, chairs and glass were all over the place. Only three people and the bartender remained.

Violet knew firsthand that, while she had been raised to keep, maintain and defend, you were trained to force, investigate and resolve.

Knowing that —since Powder is Jinx, Silco would get in the way of your plan, you were going to be of great help for her to get rid of him so she could get her sister back. She just had to watch your steps close enough to avoid you achieving the final step of your purpose.

Violet had just gotten out of prison, but she already had two birds ready for the shoot.

#arcane #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi smut #enemies to lovers #teasing

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dad-dumpster · 2 years

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freakin it on the job guys!? really?!

go read the latest ch of A Helping Hand by @x-amount-verbs it made me go sicko mode ★彡

#he took her to his pent house and he freaked it #last scene of ch 25 destroyed me #left me fighting for my life #silco #silco my sweet my beloved #silco x reader #my art #nsft #mdni

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m-feline · 2 months

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To adapt, to survive, to live - ch 24

Silco x Freader

Tags: mention of tattoos, business, rumors, magic powers, snakes;

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The next day I woke up alone in bed. Silco had gone early to work as he had to make a few inspections of the factories and go up from there. For one part I was happy he wasn't there when I woke up. I knew my day was going to be a busy one. Besides visiting three houses for the children, I also had a meeting with no other than Councilwoman Medarda. She had expressed very enthusiastic interest in some of my products that weren't on sale yet. Her plans for them were different from what I had intended. Though, I was still wondering how she heard of those products before I was going to launch them, this was an opportunity that I wasn't going to let pass.

The snake in me wanted to remain in the warm and soft bed. But I knew that I had to get up and get dressed before Jolynn would come and get me. However, someone else beat Jolynn on coming to get me.

“Hello,” Jinx sang as she opened the door to Silco's and my room without knocking. There was a time when I used to give her a lecture about knocking first, but I had dropped that topic a long time ago. I didn't even bother with the “I’m-still-changing” excuse.

“Morning, PJ,” I said as I slipped the long frock dress over me that left my back open. When it was just Jinx and me and I wasn't in a bad mood, I always called her by a nickname.

“Where are you going?” Jinx asked, trying not to sound probing yet failed at it.

“I have a few errands today, mostly checking the businesses,” I said.

“Will it take long?” She asked.

“What do you need, Jinx?” I asked as I did my makeup. She was obviously wanting me to come with her. The question was, was it for food, a new gadget, or she wanted something from my stock. Please let it not be the last one.

“I finished something,” Jinx said.

“Oh, does it say boom?” I asked teasingly as I put shadow to my eyes.

“No. But once I don't need it I could make it say boom,” Jinx joked.

“Is it a new gun?” I asked as I added mascara.

“No. I said it won't go boom,” Jinx said as she walked a bit closer.

“Guns don't go boom. They go bang, bang, bang,” I said and shot with my fingers at the mirror.

“Okay, fine. It won't go bang, boom, ka-boom, or…” Jinx said as she got right next to me.

“Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta,” I half shouted and began to tickle her. We both laughed and sat on the bed to calm down.

“You always do that,” Jinx said giggling.

“Cause you love it,” I said.

“When I was a kid, I'm a big girl now,” Jinx said.

“Oh, well I guess you are too old for my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches then,” I said as I got up.

“Nooo! Never,” Jinx said dramatically and clang to me. “I'm never old enough to let go of you or any food with jelly.”

“And that's why you will always be my PJ,” I said as I booped her nose.

“Madam, are you ready to leave?” Jolynn asked as she slowly peeked inside the room.

“Okayloveyoubyebye,” Jinx said hurriedly, kissed my cheek, and rushed out of the room. But returned to peek behind the door. “But really, come later to check my design.” And then she was gone.

“If she wants another tattoo I refuse to take any sides this time,” Jolynn said sourly.

I laughed at her comment. Yes, it was quite a scene when Jinx wanted to get a tattoo.

***

Silco and I both were sitting on the couch in his office drinking coffee when Jinx dropped down from the roof behind the coffee table and simply dropped the “bomb”.

“Can I get a tattoo?” She asked as innocently as she could. Silco just glanced at her and resumed drinking his coffee, expecting me to handle this.

“You know what I say about tattoos,” I said sipping my coffee.

“Yes,” Jinx said, pouting.

“Good. Now, will I like it?” I asked.

“Hmmm, yes,” Jinx said after considering it a bit.

“Will you be able to hide it if I don't like it?” I asked. Jinx seemed to ponder again and look around herself before she gave an answer.

“Yes.”

“Is it your own design?”

“In a way.”

“Will you get it done in a proper tattoo parlor and not some cheap joint?”

“I hoped you could recommend one that uses your ink.”

“Will you pay for it and stand still enough till it is done?” I asked.

“Yes.” That answer came fast.

“Sure. Go right ahead.”

Silco almost choked as he spat his coffee when he heard my answer. Fortunately, he managed to keep the couch clean.

“Yesss!” Jinx cheered and before Silco managed to catch his breath the girl was already at the door. “Loveyoubyebye.”

“Wait Jinx…”Silco tried to shout after her but his coughing made it difficult. Jinx however didn't get out of the door, when she crashed with Sevika.

“Hey, where are you running?” Sevika asked.

“I'm going to get a tattoo,” Jinx said happily.

“Oh hell no, not another freaking moving tat,” Sevika sighed.

“It will be a regular one, but she gets to use my new inks,” I said while I patted Silco on the back as he tried to clear his throat.

“Oh well, in that case, go crazy,” Sevika said and was about to leave it at that, but she saw the face Silco had, so she corrected herself. “But nothing big, okay.”

“Oh come on,” I let out. “It’s a tattoo, not a signia. And everyone in the Lanes has one. Or hopes to have one.”

“Are you serious?” Sevika asked.

“Yup. Go ahead, honey. Jolynn has a list of parlors that are responsible enough to use my stuff,” I said and waved at Jinx.

“Got it,” Jinx said happily and left.

“You really don’t care if she gets a tattoo?” Silco asked.

“I had this rule with kids before, if they answer even one no to my questions, they won't get any tattoos. She said yes to every question so she is free to do so,” I said as I set down my coffee cup.

“She didn't say yes to one of your questions,” Silco said.

“Even better, she asked for me to recommend a place, meaning she isn't going to some shady unhealthy joint but a proper place to get her tattoo. And it is partly her design so I know there is a fifty percent chance that it will turn out nice,” I said.

“But you are cool with the whole concept of tattoos on your kid?” Sevika asked.

“Again, we live in the Lanes. Besides, even if I say no, they do it any way but make it in haste and secret, and it turns out horrible,” I said. “And for someone who already has a snake on her back, I can't say anything against her getting her own.”

“You could have at least tried,” Silco sighed.

“Oh please, are you telling me you don't have a Tattoo?” I asked him.

“No, not even one,” He said.

“Sevika?” I asked.

“Okay, I see where this is going, and I'm going to stop it here,” Sevika said. “If the girl wants a tat and you are fine with it then all should be fine.”

“Is that so?” Silco asked, sounding a bit irritated.

“If she has had this thought before then she knows best,” Sevika said and turned to leave the room. When she opened the door she almost bumped into Jolynn. Both women avoided each other just fine and soon Sevika was gone and Jolynn entered the room.

“Jolynn, I need a list of the best tattoo parlors that use my inks,” I said.

“Why do you need that?” Jolynn asked curiously.

“Jinx is getting a tattoo,” I said and immediately Silco gave me the most sour look.

“Good for her,” Jolynn said.

Yeah, she regretted that choice of words for a long while. In the end, Jinx got a cool tattoo of smoke clouds on her right arm and side with the blue ink I made for tattoo parlors. And I have to admit, in a way, it did look nice. As for the rest of Jinx's look, she had this loose and wild appearance. I had to modify her favorite pants a couple of times and get her new shoes, but she always wanted to have her vibe on them. And she now had this long two braided hair look with modified weights as bands. Completely erratic look compared to Silco and me. Since we both were leading figures in our own companies, we had to keep up with certain decorum. Me especially since I had caught the eye of a very influential person.

***

“By the way, ma'am, we received an invitation for lunch,” Jolynn said as I finished my makeup.

“From who?” I asked.

“From her,” Jolynn said. She knew not to mention any names in the Last Drop. Even if I lived here, and I still owned the place, this was still Silco's workplace. In order to keep his people away from my businesses I told Jolynn and my other workers to avoid using names here. Silco just needs one misunderstanding and if he knows their name, I could lose a client, a worker, or in worse cases a protégé. That almost happened already and it took a lot of convincing to get Silco to release the boy alive. But I had no problem knowing who Jolynn referred to when she said “her”.

“See I told you she will contact us first,” I said.

“Still, I don't trust her. She invited us to a restaurant at the top,” Jolynn said.

“A little power play. She simply tries to test our metal,” I said. “Let's bring some samples, shall we?”

“I'm sorry, madam, but I can't find you on the reservation list,” The butler said. I mentally rolled my eyes, his voice and manner of speaking didn't show it but he was clearly looking down on me and Jolynn. The very few people that went in and out of this restaurant weren't wearing anything flashy or something that my own outfit lacked, but sadly the same couldn't be said for Jolynn. Her outfit was neat and decent, but she always had that air that she was from the sumps. And no matter how nice I dressed up they would use her as an excuse. Which is why I decided not to even try to please these people.

“There isn’t any reservation, I'm expected there,” I said calmly. “You don't believe me then send someone to inquire about it.”

“Ma'am, I cannot send someone to bother our customers while they enjoy their afternoon tea, that would be so disrespectful,” Butler said, still trying to sound polite about it.

“Then get us a table then,” I said, still calm and polite.

“We are full,” Butler said. That was a fat ass lie, I saw at least three tables free from the doorway. I was sure Jolynn was now either feeling guilty for causing me trouble, or she was getting angry, and she was now perhaps considering using her pens as something to stab the guy. From what I saw from the side, Jolynn was about to simply use words to stab the Butler. However, I was better than that. I knew who I was going to meet and I knew how to make this man regret his words.

“Fine then,” I said as if I was giving up. The Butler looked surprised but not as surprised as Jolynn.

“Madam?” Jolynn asked.

“Let’s go, Jolynn. Why should we stay in a place where we clearly aren’t welcome?” I said as I turned to leave and said my next words just loud enough for the certain someone to hear. “I’m sure we can offer someone else our products. It's a good thing I brought samples with me. Maybe we will find someone who is ready to start something entirely new.”

“Wait.”

That was too easy. I expected to reach the door before we were stopped but instead, I simply needed to take one step. The one to call us to stop was a woman I had met a couple of times already. Elora, assistant of the council, especially assisting Mel Medarda.

“Please, do come in, we have been expecting you,” Elora said courteously.

“Oh, really?” I asked as I turned to face her. “And here I thought we were not wanted here.” I enjoyed seeing the Butler going pale as he saw Elora asking me to come with her. He was even more worried when he saw me glance at him with cold eyes.

Elora guided me and Jolynn to the dining hall full of tables. Some had patrons sitting and enjoying their afternoon tea. At the end of the hall, where there were fewer tables and no patrons at all, only one table was occupied. And a woman with a dark skin tone sat enjoying her drink. By the look of the cup, it wasn’t tea but a Turkish coffee. When she saw us coming, she set down her drink and rose to greet me.

“Madam Industrialist,” Mel Medarda greeted me.

“Oh, please, do not call me that way. My husband is the Industrialist, not me,” I said. “Just Madam will do.”

“I meet many madams, it will be awkward if one day I get you mixed with someone else,” Mel said.

“Madam Snake then. Or do they perhaps have an astonishing snake on their body like me?” I said proudly. For this meeting, I wore my favorite green backless, long-sleeved frock and nice leather pants. I liked the frock because it showed so well my snake on my back without making me look too indecent.

“No, I haven’t seen anyone with that sort of mark, even the style is entirely different,” Mel said. “Where is the design from?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say,” I said smiling. “Are we going to keep standing or shall we sit?”

“Let’s sit. Your companion can wait at the side,” Mel said. Ah, we’re doing this again.

“But of course, she can wait with your assistant,” I said smiling.

“Elora stays with me,” Mel said.

“So will Jolynn with me then,” I said. There was a moment of silence. If anyone would have seen this they’d say a cold war would erupt between us. But the only thing that erupted from Merdarda was a delicate and genuine laugh.

“Oh, how refreshing it is to talk to you,” Mel said as she wiped a nonexistent tear from her eye. “Anyone else would try their best to flatter me or feign being interested. But you, you barely greet me, and you already make sure you aren’t looked down upon.”

“If I do that, then my products aren’t that good,” I said.

“Please, do sit,” Mel invited. “Elora and Jolynn can share the next table.”

We all sat down, Jolynn kept the bag where my samples were. So she made sure she chose a place where she could see when I needed anything. Once we were all seated the Butler came to our table, trying to look as if he had done nothing wrong. Yet, I could smell his discomfort.

“Ah, Jefferson. Right on time. I would like a refill for my coffee, and…” Mel said and left her words hanging to offer me something.

“Just plain water from the tap,” I said without even looking at the man.

“Really? Did you already have something before coming here?” Mel asked curiously.

“No, I just lack the pallet that you Piltoverians have for tea and coffee,” I said as if I was apologizing.

“Oh, come now. No need to be modest,” Mel said. “This place also has a good collection of liquors.”

“Do they now?” I said as if I was pleasantly surprised and turned to the Butler. “Then a Bilgy whiskey between years 13 and 15, would be easy to find.”

“I-I will check what we have,” Butler said nervously. I detected a flitch of discomfort when I said “whiskey”. They mustn’t have it then. Good. It would embarrass them even more. The man left, while another waiter asked Elora and Jolynn for their orders. I didn’t pick what Elora ordered but I knew what Jolynn always asked when we got to this side of the bridge. A Cappuccino, size large, if they had it. I’m sure they have at least that. If they can’t bring that then… they were screwed.

“Now, what can I offer you, miss Medarda?” I asked after both the Butler and the waiter were gone.

“Right, to the point,” Mel sighed, smiling. “Aren’t you going to wait for the order?”

“If they can’t get Jolynn her Cappuccino then I will never come here again,” I said. “As for the whiskey, well… I know my husband already bought all of it from years 14 and up.”

“Poor Jefferson, he is going to have a hard time finding one,” Mel pitied him.

“That’s what he gets for looking down on paying patrons,” I said proudly.

“Come now, he didn’t know you were invited here by me,” Mel said.

“Oh, so it is normal for other kinds of people to come here for tea?” I asked sarcastically. “Or then I’m right when I say he is stupid to think I would come here by my own choice.”

“Where else would you have liked to meet?” Mel asked, smiling.

"Well, that nice place a block from the bridge is nice. Not much great coffee, but they have delicious treats. Especially the sweets,” I said reminiscing.

“Alright, we can meet there next time,” Mel said.

“You tell me. Will there be a next time?” I asked.

"You think I asked you here just to freshen up the conversation?” Mel laughed. “No, I want to invest in your products.”

“Oh, I think you misunderstood me,” I said. “I’m not looking for investors. I’m looking for buyers.”

“Don’t you need more money to mass-produce your products?” Mel asked curiously. “Especially that oil many use here at Piltover.”

“Two notes, one, my husband is my primary investor. If there were others, he would have their heads. And nuts,” I said, and Mel had no problem understanding what I meant. “And two, I don’t need to mass-produce anything. The oils are sold now because of the Progress Day. Time after that, no one buys it. Except for someone who wants to make something even bigger for the next year.”

“Well, I’m that someone,” Mel said confidently.

“I didn’t take you for a tinker, miss Medarda,” I said surprisingly.

“Not me precisely, but I know people who are going to take the progress to the next level,” Mel said.

“Some competition to the Talis boy?” I asked.

“No, he will be in it as well,” Mel said.

“Is that so?” I asked sarcastically. “And what are you going to do? Shoot my products to a faraway land faster? I can just pay the cargo fee, and my inks get to the Bilgewaters.”

“That’s not all Hextech can do,” Mel said.

“What else has it done except shoot an airship to the distance?” I asked.

“Talis is still studying it. Whatever comes next will be big,” Mel said.

“And we at the Undercity have already made our own big thing,” I said proudly. “Our people can now get augmentations to fix whatever they have lost. We have fresh air even at the bottom of the sumps. We have discovered new types of flora and fauna that can be used either to heal us or to feed us. And we have used that, to make fuel that powers your machines, and pigments to your decorations. Do tell me, what is it that you want from me? And most crucially, what can you give me in exchange?”

“Let's start with the second topic. You talk as if Undercity doesn’t need us anymore, but that isn’t true. You still need us to look after you,” Mel said with her diplomatic voice.

“You mean looking after us while sending enforcers to our streets and abusing defenseless kids, women, and the sick? Or do you mean looking after us by sending us to mine and taking all the labor’s work, while we choke on gas that eventually kills us?” I asked. Mel was silent for a moment. She didn’t look offended, or that she felt bad. She simply looked as if she was bracing herself for even more accusations. “You said, that we act like we don’t need you anymore. That is exactly what me and my husband are doing. We are becoming self-sufficient. We don’t need the support that never comes to the Undercity. We don’t need your pity. And maybe one day, we shall no longer even be attached to you. To prevent such a day from coming too soon, you just need to show us other kinds of benefits in exchange for our products and services.”

Mel gave a sigh, and I saw her fumbled her ring. By the looks of it, it was some mark of family, group, or other affiliation. Whatever it was she stared at it for a moment while fumbling it before she turned to face me.

“How does it sound if I can give you special protection? Not just from criminals but from Enforcers as well?” Mel asked.

“Why would I want that?” I asked surprisingly. “All my guys need is a drop of deluded Shimmer, and they can even throw gorillas out of my premises.”

“Not necessarily to you but to your…other project,” Mel said. “Most of your product’s income goes to support houses for children in the sumps, correct?”

“True,” I said.

“But besides ‘your guys’ what other protection do those children have?” Mel asked.

"They are looked after by some selected individuals, who see that children are fed, clothed, and have a warm bed to sleep in. Once at a certain age and if the children want to they even arrange work for them,” I said.

“But besides that?” Mel asked. “What other protection do they have?” I quirked my eyebrow at her question. I was truly getting interested in her offer.

“What exactly are you offering?” I asked.

“Your guys, as you said, can only protect the children to a certain level. But what about their rights? What if someone comes and starts to abuse them? Someone… dare I say this… from Piltover?”

I was now genuinely surprised. It takes a lot of guts to even admit that, even for a Pilty. But for a Councilwoman? She was aware of what the Undercity was going through. And she knew one day we could become strong enough to rebel again. But this time, it wouldn’t be an attack on the bridge. It would be simply growing apart from them. Only by keeping us happy could they prevent such things from happening.

“You do realize it’s not just any Pilty who would dare to go after these children,” I said, lowering my voice. “I know because I saw four of them at this very side of the bridge when I still lived here with my mother.” Mel knew my past. She had made her investigations before we met the first time. And she knew about the four Enforcer officers who murdered my mother. She knew that it was thanks to me and my husband, Silco the Industrialist, who made sure Enforcers never came across the bridge again in groups. Maybe one or two, but never in groups. The Shimmer had done its job. Now, we have become free of their leash. If they wanted us to behave and not bite them, they had to be smart and careful.

“With my power, no one can touch them,” Mel said seriously.

“Not even a council member?” I asked. “I doubt any of them indulge such vile desires but some of their relatives or acquaintances might.”

“Yes, if I were to give you my protection, no one, not even a council member, can touch them without first facing me,” Mel said. That sounded very good. Ever since I made the houses, no child has faced trouble with Enforcers. There were some squirming with some Shimmer junkies, gang fights, and a couple of incidents with the workplaces, but nothing serious. But once Silco starts his independence campaign for the Nation of Zaun, things will be different. There will be war. And my resources might not be enough. Having the protection of a Councilwoman will become handy.

“How much oil do you need?” I asked. “In exchange for your protection.”

“For now all you have left,” Mel said. “After that, I can give the certificate that you are under my protection.”

“Is there anything else you wish to get from me?” I asked.

“I heard that you had something new coming up,” Mel said.

“Indeed I do,” I said. I motioned to Jolynn, and she quickly passed me the bag with my samples. “These little beauties are meant for massages.”

Mel didn’t show much interest in massage oils and aromatherapy oils that I had. But she had a small glint in her eyes as I explained the properties of the oils. What really had her attention were the two bottles of oils used for lubing augmentations and other machinery. With that as a clue and her previous words regarding the Hextech, I believe she has plans to be part of something else. Is the Hextech going to be expanding its uses? Then, the reason she wants my oils is to help produce them. Already, my oils were well used in many inventions about to be presented on Progress Day. She wanted more of it. Well, then, in that case, I better show something new.

“And to finish with a cherry top, I have a new product to show,” I said. “You are first to see it but I also do hope you will keep quiet about this till we launch the production.” Mel didn't show it but she was curious about what I was about to show. I brought out a bottle that was slightly bigger than other bottles. The liquid inside didn't look much different from my oils for augmentations.

“The oils I made before were meant to lubricate the gears of augmentations and make them easy to handle and fix when they… wear out. But later as new type of augmentations were made and new type of tech came to market the same oil needed to adapt to that. So after several attempts I have managed to make an oil that not only lubricates the gears, it also cools off the machinery, making it less probable to catch on fire. With this sort of oil, the machines can work faster without the risk of overheating too fast. For this to even catch on fire it requires a very high temperature,” I explained.

“What uses could this have?” Mel asked, looking at the bottle.

“We already tested with the automobile of a friend of my husband's. The car worked normally, on foul smell, no overheating even if we made the car go several laps with unthinkable rounds. The engine was still working, and the car made no unsafe sounds, indicating that it was damaged. I made this mostly for the machines my husband uses in his factories to avoid any accidents happening for the workers.”

“Any other uses besides that?” Mel asked.

“Let me say it this way, if there is any machine that has trouble overheating or is dangerous for excess use of power, this thing will make it safe again,” I said. “Or at least the other one under work will.”

“The other one? You are already making another?” Mel asked.

“Similar to this one, but it also can be used as fuel for certain types of machines,” I said.

“What? The same thing can be used as fuel and lubricant?” Mel asked with shock.

“Why yes. But I would recommend not trying it at the same time. If you use it as lubricant you have to make sure that the machine or a certain part of the machine never gets heated to a certain point. Because then the substance evaporates and creates energy needed as fuel. If you use it as fuel you need to keep the machine at a certain temperature for the fuel to activate and create the energy that is needed to keep the machine moving.”

“But otherwise, the same thing works for both uses?” Mel asked.

“Only if the machine is right,” I said.

“So if there is a different source of fuel for the machine, this can be used as a lubricant,” Mel said looking at the bottle.

“And the best kind of that,” I said smiling. “This will only keep the gears moving, it will also cool off the part exposed to air, and it does not catch fire easily. Unless you force it, of course.”

“Do you have it ready?” Mel asked.

“We still need to determine the correct temperature for the fuel properties. But as a lubricant it is already confirmed to work as good as the one in your hands,” I said.

“When will it be ready?” Mel asked.

“Not too long, in a week maybe,” I said. “If we get the right resources to expand our tests, then we could get it done faster.”

“Then what about this, is this for sale?” Mel asked. I smiled internally as I knew she was hooked.

“Oh, that? That is a sample. I'm not going to sell anything for now. As I said, it is for my husband. He needs it more now,” I said as if I had no better to offer.

“Aren't you interested in selling it?” Mel asked.

“I am tempted, but as I said, my husband needs it more. For now, everyone in Piltover isn’t even building anything that truly needs it,” I said.

“What could be something that needs it?” Mel asked.

“Something small yet very powerful. Something like…”

“The Hextech?”

“Your Hextech is very big for needing my products,” I said and glanced outside the windows where the big tower stood. “But if the Hextech is the fuel source I believe my substance will make a great lubricant as it keeps everything going on and cooled down. But who am I kidding, we don't know what else we could do with Hextech yet.”

“We don't, but I know someone who does,” Mel said. She looked calm, but I sensed that she was excited.

“Something else than shooting an airship to the distance?” I asked as if I didn't believe her.

“That was just the beginning. I'm sure you too are curious as to what else we can do with it,” Mel said.

“Curious, yes I am. But I'm also a realist. For now, Piltover doesn't need my newest products but styles for my usual offers,” I said as I slowly gathered the sample bottles into the bag. “I apologize for taking your time, Councilwoman Medarda. I had hoped that maybe you too would wish to buy my products. But I'm afraid I go now with the demand, which is my husband and the Undercity. But once we get news of Hextech's new inventions, I will happily meet you again. Maybe by then, we will have something better to offer you.”

“Hold on, there is no rush,” Mel said. “You still haven't received your order.”

“Which is to blame for the poor catering of this establishment. At least, they brought the Cappuccino to Jolynn. But I rather remain thirsty than drink some cheap wannabe whiskeys,” I said and got up. “And now, if you excuse me, I need to head back. I need to make sure my husband has a meal when he gets back home.”

“Just a moment,” Mel said as she got up from her seat. “If there will be new inventions and other uses for Hextech, will you join me and others to sponsor them?”

“Only if they actually invent something,” I said. “Otherwise, I keep selling my products the same way as before. But I will keep bringing my best and newest products to you for early picking.”

“Could I have that sample?” Mel asked.

“But of course,” I said, using my sweetest tone as I finished the bottle from the bag. “Do pass it to your 'someone who knows about Hextech' person. And remember, this is only for lubricant. I'll bring you a sample of the other one once we confirm it passes all tests.”

Soon, Jolynn and I were out of the establishment, escorted with heavy apologies from the butler for failing to bring me anything. I knew my order was outrageous but I wanted to make that butler squirm after offending us. But I knew Silco had a bottle of good quality whiskey in his office for me to indulge. He did tell me that now I should only drink the best kind of drinks and nothing cheap to ruin my palette.

Once Jolynn and I were in the Undercity, I was feeling more at home and content with my visit to the top. Medarda had ambitions, no doubt about it. And she knew how to use all sorts of resources. When she first contacted me, I was surprised but also doubtful of her intentions. It took five meetings to learn that she was genuinely interested in my products.

“So are we selling her our new product?” Jolynn asked curiously. She had heard most parts of the conversation, but she still wasn't sure if I was playing all the cards.

“Of course, we sell it to her,” I said happily.

“But you said you made it for…” Jolynn hesitated.

“She doesn't know what Silco does in his factories. And unless she comes down here herself, she will never know,” I said.

“Is it faulty? The new product, I mean,” Jolynn asked.

“Of course not,” I fake gasped as if I was offended. “I never sell anything faulty. But if she believes there is competition for the product she wants it more, and she pays more.”

Jolynn finally caught on to what I meant as she made a silent “Aah” and followed me. We went to stop in a couple of parlors that used my products to see and hear comments about it. Nothing to report regarding the products only if we could make inks of other colors. We were visiting the last shop for tattoos when something very disturbing happened.

“Ugh, it's those guys again,” Jolynn said quietly while we sat and waited for the manager to appear. This was a tattoo and piercing shop that used my inks. So surely eccentric people visited this place. But it also meant the loudmouths from the café of yesterday were here. Well, unlike then this was not a place to calm and relax. So if they want to make noise of their hookups then go right ahead.

“You lie, dude,” One of the guys said.

“No, I tell ya, I totally did it,” Other said.

“You say that you fucked the Snakewife?”

Instantly, I felt a vein pop in my forehead. And I saw Jolynn almost rise up but she remained seated as she felt how tense I went. People of the Undercity always had a way to put nicknames for people who were somehow famous or infamous. For example, Vander, when he was alive, was called the Hound. Silco had now gotten his own names such as the Industrialist but in the Undercity, he was also known as the Eye. And of course, after becoming the second most productive business in Undercity, and the only one not affiliated with the Chem Barons, I too got myself a name. The Snakewife. The name hit off as I began to wear the green frock and the eye-catching snake at my back drew attention. And when they saw it move, oh, then they lost it. But I wasn't as big name as the Eye, since my dealings were limited for certain types of people, and I rarely made appearances. Which made it more disturbing for some loudmouth to use my name as a hookup story.

“Hey, she got the snake on her, what does that make her?” The second guy spoke.

“You could get killed if the Eye hears that you are fucking his wife,” The third one said. “Actually, if anyone hears of this…”

“Ma'am, just say the word, and I will silence them for good,” Jolynn whispered to me. As tempting as that sounded, I needed to remain calm. I could feel the snake on my face as it came towards my eye. But as it did, so did my sense. These guys had to be some wannabes who thought about getting a score while bragging about their hookups. Many people knew Silco from his reputation, but I wasn't that well known. They thought using my name would make them become big leagues. They needed a lesson. And Silco also had to make an example of them. He would never believe that I would do something like that, right? But how to make these pigs scream? Then, an idea came to me.

“Jolynn, give me a knife,” I said quietly.

“Here. If you want I can go and block the entrance,” Jolynn said.

“No need,” I said. I had wondered when to test this trick. When I got the book from Zain, I learned through it that I could do more with my signia. Many signias gave abilities to the one wearing it. But legendary signias, such as mine, could do so much more. Not only did I gain resistance to poisons, a young look, a healing factor, and other snake-like abilities, but I could do something entirely different. But to do the thing I was about to do, I needed to learn two things. One, my snake may move depending on my mood, but it remains on the left side of my body. I can move it consciously but only to the right side. Two, my snake is also connected to me more ways than the one. If focused enough, I can actually see behind my back, as if I was seeing through the eyes of the snake itself. Once I learned to control these two aspects, I could do something else.

I focused on moving my snake to my right wrist. Once there, I slowly moved it to the palm, and as it moved, I cut my palm with the knife. Right as it came closer to the wound, a smaller snake came out of my cut. Since it was my palm, the cut wasn't too wide, but wide enough for a snake to come out of my wound and curl around my wrist. Jolynn looked at my hand with a mixture of horror, shock, and surprise. I made a quick sign for her to be silent as I gave her the knife back. My hand hurt like hell, but I ignored it as I watched the small living snake coiled around my wrist. If someone were to see the snake, they would mistake it as a bracelet. I closed my eyes and focused to sense the little snake. It felt weird, I felt my body numb, but mostly, it was weird to look at myself through the eyes of the little snake. I didn't have more time to test these new sensations when I opened my eyes and faced the snake.

“Follow them,” I whispered. I don't know if the snake understood me or not. But since it was now part of me one way or another understood its mission. The snake slithered away from my wrist, and after I set it down, it went quietly, and unnoticed by others to the three guys who were still talking. I focused to make sure the snake followed the fool who had claimed to fuck me. The snake was so small that it easily slipped into the bootstrap of the person and remained there while looking like a little ring hanging there. I didn't get to check anything else as the manager came to see me. He saw my bleeding hand and immediately asked if I was okay. I dismissed his worries and left for his office to talk about businesses.

After my visit, I went back to the Last Drop and made meals for everyone. I had to apologize to Jinx as I didn’t have time to visit and see her newest project. But she quickly forgave me when I gave her favorite meal with a promise of desert. Once everyone was fed, including me, I went to my room and laid on the bed. For me to follow the snake, I had to close my eyes and focus on locating my snake. According to the book, this will be easiest when I have only one snake out there. If I have made more it gets more difficult to follow everyone. When I closed my eyes, I had no trouble connecting to my snake’s eyes. Even less, did I have trouble recognizing where I was. That disgusting pig had gone to a brothel, once again. It took me a good while to learn which one it was from all the places in the lanes. Once I focused more I could get the hearing and smells from the snake. The sounds I wish I could block, but it did give a clue that this was the place where the pig came to fuck the Snakewife. But it was the smell that gave me the clue where it was. Many places use different musk and perfumes to elevate their services. I know because I made a couple of them. But this wasn’t mine, yet it was familiar. It was familiar because I always smelled it on Sevika. And there is one place she frequents regularly. Babette’s. Hers is the most secluded and only lets in certain types of people. But now I had to make the visit and make a couple of things clear before something catches on fire.

I was about to try and get a sniff from who was this fake Snakewife when the door to my room opened, and Silco walked in. I opened my eyes, and the connection was lost to the snake. I turned to look at him and saw a very annoyed frown on his face.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Silco said, sounding vexed. It can't be nothing with that tone. I got up from the bed and walked to him as he pulled the cravat off. I helped with the vest, and he just stood but faced away from me. He was mad.

“Tell me, what happened?” I said calmly.

“I don't want to talk about it,” Silco said with a low voice. Wow, somebody screwed up big time. Hopefully, not someone I know.

“Bad day?” I asked. Silco didn’t answer, so it has to be it. “Is someone going to die?”

“Maybe,” Silco growled.

“Well, make sure they know why they are going to die. And make sure others who will see it know why as well,” I said as I removed the vest.

“Oh, I will make sure they know,” Silco said. “I will do so personally.”

Poor fellow, whoever they are. Silco can be cruel when he is angry. And he rarely is. He can be annoyed and vexed, but when he gets angry it is something to be reckoned with. I set the vest away and turned back to place my arms around his neck before I kissed his cheek.

“Anything I can do to make things better?” I asked sweetly. Only then did he face me and chuckled before he put his arms around me.

“You can do a lot of things to make things better,” He said, smiling his charming smile. “One would be you joining me in the shower.”

“Good,” I said and kissed him on the lips. “Just remember to shower again once you actually kill them. I would rather not smell their nasty blood on you.”

“Deal,” He said and kissed me again. Tomorrow proved to be a long one for both of us. I didn't know that it was going to be a complicated one as well.

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A New Kind of Being (ch.3-6)

Chapter three/III

Charlie was sitting in the dirt. They weren’t really doing anything of note, just floating around in their head. Getting lost and thinking of all the ways in which the world works. The air was clear whilst still holding the general Zaun undercurrent (smoke, musk, spices), they enjoyed their slowly rehabilitated home. They looked inside one of their windows, seeing that Sevika was sitting inside reading a book. She has become fond of murder mystery novels that Charlie had collected over the years. She would spend hours just reading or going outside and exercising, though still going easy on her shoulder (Charlie had to buy her some equipment that was kept in the shed). Over time she had slowly started acclimating to living with Charlie, though it wasn’t exactly what one might call easy. She was stubborn, stuck in her ways, desperate to be seen as strong even though she so clearly is, and unable to speak on her feelings in a healthy manner. But, Charlie found that even their aesthetic attraction to her wasn’t able to make her low key shit personality easy to be around. Being lost in their thoughts, Charlie didn’t even realize that they had been staring at her for some time, and at this point, she was staring back. She narrowed her eyes and slowly let a smirk crawl onto her face. A look that suited her, Charlie thought. Sevika put her book down and reached into her pocket and took out a cigar (never breaking eye contact, mind you), clipped, and lit it. Taking a long drag and exhaling through her nose, she seemed to laugh when she saw Charlie hurriedly approaching ready to chastise her.

“Why do you find satisfaction in bothering me and desecrating my space?”

“Why do you speak like you’re sixty? You’re younger than me and yet you sound like you have fragile bones and the stench of death on you.” Charlie scoffed, and for once looked Sevika in the eye. They found her staring deep into their soul, every once in a while her eyes would slip just a tad lower than they should have.

“I do not understand the need you have to make me upset. I don’t understand you, you are always trying to bother me. I have extended my home to you, medical care, and a safe rehabilitation facility. Why are you making it so difficult for me to take care of you?” Sevika chuckled and spread her knees, putting her elbow on one of her thighs.

“Because, I don’t need to be taken care of.” Now it was Charlie’s turn to laugh, although, sarcastically.

“This again. You do need help. You need my help because you went through a traumatic event that caused the loss of your limb. Because, despite how brilliant Singed is, he does not know how to take care of his patients afterwards.” Sevika raised her brows and smirked even more- if that was even possible, “ You are important and need to be safe and well taken care of so Silco can put you back to work. Something I assumed you like doing, but by the looks of it it seems you don’t as you reject the help of the one person who is able to help you.” Sevika sat back and fixed Charlie with a calculated look, sizing them up a bit.

“Are you done? Try your best to keep your bullshit to yourself. It’s starting to stink.” Charlie went to take the cigar from Sevika’s lips in an act of defiance but a meaty hand wrapped around their wrist just as they were about to grasp the cigar.

“I wouldn’t do that, princess.” Charlie was ready to slap this woman.

"And, why is that?” Sevika’s smile turned sour real quick as she began her highly effective intimidation tactics that made it horribly difficult to focus on anything but her face. Charlie couldn’t stop looking at her, they wanted to, really wanted to stop staring at her annoying face. They wanted to look away at the wall or something. But, she enraptured their attention and wouldn’t give it back.

“Because, I will personally make sure that you regret it in a way that I know you won’t like.” Charlie could feel a flush rush to their cheeks (imperceptible to most due to their skin, but it seemed Sevika noticed by the way she cheshire smiled).

“You’re an asshole.” Sevika huffed a laugh and stood up. She towered over Charlie, making them feel physically small. Not unsafe, just nervous in a way that they weren’t used to. A current shot through their body as she began to step closer to them,

“Maybe, but my point still stands. So, back off, sweetness.” She brushed past them and went to the glass door that led to Charlie’s garden and backyard. Sevika took a lawn chair and sat down, reclining. Charlie could see the puffs of smoke circling the chair before they left for their room. Charlie was desperate to name what they felt for their “roomate”. Sevika was hard headed, testy, and rude. But, she made Charlie feel safe, as in protected. Something that Charlie hadn’t felt with anyone since their mother died. It was interesting, they thought, that someone so big and mean (?) could have such a protective aura, despite the fact that she looked like she would kill anyone if she needed to.

It was a new day and Charlie was leaving for the market. They wore their denim overalls and a bandana around their head (they plaited down half their head, but their hair was starting to dry out and get frizzy). Charlie grabbed their basket and hollered at Sevika to let her know they were leaving, all they got back in response was a grunt. They got their produce, their meat (they didn’t eat meat, but Sevika did and they were hoping the protein could help fast track her healing). They got their dairy, nuts, breads, and the hummus they had been meaning to get. They felt a tug on their basket. They looked to their left and saw a man, pale face and rat like, trying to take the basket. The man tugged some more and huffed when Charlie wouldn't let go. They don’t like to share, and it was a decent amount they just spent on good food (especially since they weren’t able to harvest anything in their garden yet).

“Just fuckin’ let go, lady.” His voice was grating and high pitched, it was a strange mixture of an eighty year old smoker and Shirley Temple.

“No.”

“Bitch, the fuck you mean, no? I’ll fucking beat you, bitch.” Charlie laughed, he sounded childlike in his insults.

It seemed the man found their laughter offensive and decided to try to punch them. They were able to dodge just slightly and avoid getting a jab to the face. He then went in with a hook, which Charlie was unable to dodge, seeing as they don’t have eyes on the side of their head. They felt a bloom of pain grow in their cheek, a lump immediately began to rise under their skin as a bruise was fast approaching. Charlie groaned, but still held onto their basket, making sure to cover it as best they could with their body, just in case he’d try and grab things inside it. The guy huffed and slid in an uppercut to their chin. Charlie’s teeth clacked together as the reverberations of the strike went through the bottom half of their face. They felt a warm subsistence trickle down their neck, they could smell the musk and tang of copper. Blood, bleeding. They were bleeding, only then did Charlie realize they were in the perfect position to knee the man in balls. Which they did. He slid to his knees with a groan, huffing in pain.

“You fucking bitch. I’m gonna’ fuckin’ kill you.” It was hard to believe him as he was huffing slightly but Charlie still felt perturbed. They tried to book it and run away, but the man snaked a clammy hand around their ankle and pulled them back. They hit the ground, the contents in their basket audibly getting knocked around. The man slowly and shakingly stood up and kicked Charlie in the ribs three times, before he seemingly got tired. They coughed up a small amount of blood and started to wheeze- it hurt to breathe. Their side ached and they just wanted a nap.

The rat bastard bent down trying to pick up the basket, but right as he touched the handle, Charlie bit his hand. Clamping down as hard as they could, getting a rush of tang in their mouth. Hearing him howl, they let go and hopped up, decking him in the face (quite clumsily, but it still did the trick). He hunched over grabbing his cheek and tried to reach for Charlie once again, but by that time they had gotten away with their basket in tow.

Chapter four/IV

When Charlie stepped back into their humble abode once again, they immediately slumped on the couch. Leaning their head back and closing their eyes, Charlie took a deep breath trying to ignore the pain they felt whilst attempting to breathe. It seemed their return prompted Sevika to leave her bedroom. Charlie could hear the floorboards creaking under her heavy footsteps. They heard a subtle sharp intake of breath,

“What the fuck, happened to you?” Charlie huffed a laugh in their daze. Their ribs hurt.

“This guy from the market tried to take my groceries that I just paid for. It was really rude.” Sevika’s mouth twitched just slightly, something that Charlie paid a tad bit more attention to than necessary.

“What did he look like?”

“Why does it matter? It’s not like you’re going to hunt him down.” Sevika was silent. “You are not going to try and hunt this man down, right?” Again she was silent. Charlie half shouted-half whined,

“Sevika, you can’t go and maim this guy, he probably needed it, why else would he try and take it?”

“First of all, I can and will maim whoever I please, and secondly, he tried to take it because you are pretty and look somewhat physically weak.” Charlie hung on the second part of her explanation just a little bit longer than necessary. It stunned them a bit, which Sevika used as an opportunity,

“So, what did he look like, sweet thing?”

“I don’t know.” Charlie stated, hoping that Sevika would drop the subject. It seemed, apparently, that Sevika was really bad at letting things go.

“Yes you do. Don’t lie to me, princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” Sevika raised a brow, “... and I’m not lying.”

“Cut the shit, babe, you are lying. We both know it, so cough it up. Then I can get rid of that piece of shit.” Charlie sighed indignantly and winced when they sat up.

“No. You aren’t going to hurt someone on my behalf. Besides, you’re only doing this to fuel your own ego.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.” “I cannot deal with your bullshit right now.” If Charlie wasn’t half way dead they’d try to wring the large woman’s neck.

“You don’t have to, I just need a description.” Sevika stalked closer to them, staring down at their injuries.

“You’re not getting one. You’re not getting shit. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to put these in the fridge, take a bath, and take a damn nap. And you will not bother me, and you will not hunt down random people. Thank you, I will see you for dinner.” It took Charlie an hour in the bath. Half of which were Charlie trying to find a way to wash themselves without wincing in pain. They got out of the tub and toweled themself off, putting on their favorite pajama shorts, fluffy socks, and oversized tee shirt. Padding to their bedroom, they watered their plants and sat down with Fred, who was lounging on their bedspread. They checked the time and had a couple hours before they prepared dinner- luckily they had some soup left over from the day before that they’d pair with a good olive oil, chili flakes, and a crusty white bread for dinner.

Charlie arose from their slumber with a wide yawn accompanying a stretch. They sat up and scratched their head, pet Fred, and got out of their bed. Feeling their knees pop, they chuckled on how they were starting to age a tad. Opening their door, they were met with the sight of Sevika doing some drills in the backyard. Charlie stood watching her for a moment, tracking her movements and just appreciating her being there in the house. She was company that Charlie didn’t have before. Shit company, but company nonetheless. Walking outside, Charlie waved Sevika over,

“I’m about to reheat yesterday's dinner, so it’ll be ready soon. I suggest taking a shower shortly.” Sevika stared at Charlie, not their eyes like normal, but their cheek, their chin.

“Have you put some cream on the bruises yet?” The question caught Charlie off guard. They took a little longer than normal to respond, to the point where Sevika fixed them with an expectant look (at least that’s what Charlie thought, Sevika was much more difficult than the average person to read).

“No.” If Charlie had been honest they forgot about their more surface-level injuries considering they were basically imperceptible compared to the bruised ribs that they most likely had.

“Do that soon. It’ll help the swelling and tenderness.” Charlie didn’t really know what to say. They’d never witnessed this woman be anything but brash and argumentative.

“Okay, thank you. I appreciate it.” She nodded and went back to her punching bag, she hit the bag a couple times, before Charlie stepped back inside and got to work reheating the soup from the day before. Dinner was quiet, as usual. But, more calm and less charged. Sevika would stare at Charlie and Charlie would look at the wall in embarrassment. And though they shifted uncomfortably in their seat, they found it to be a more comfortable silence than the weeks preceding. The room was filled with sounds of eating and drinking water or whiskey (Sevika was very adamant about her whiskey). Right as Charlie cleared their plate Sevika’s hand shot out to theirs and grabbed their wrist gently,

“Let me, I’ll get it.” Sevika pushed out of her seat and rose to meet Charlie’s eyes. Her voice, though deep and rumbly, was softer than normal. She grabbed the plates and flatware and walked to the kitchen. Charlie had very nearly guffawed at the prospect of this mountain of a woman who had been so different just the day before could suddenly flip her lid and be calm and gentle? Charlie wondered at that moment if Janna had finally blessed them.

Chapter five/V

Charlie decided that yes, Janna had blessed them, as the next morning they saw Sevika petting Fred and frying eggs. Charlie stood in the doorway of their kitchen staring at the woman as she rotated from checking on the eggs and petting their purring cat.

“I can feel you staring, sweetness.” Charlie rolled their eyes, ready to rebut, however, they found that they couldn't. They were just happy that she was starting to lean into her stay in Charlie’s home and embrace the domesticity of it all.

“Breakfast is almost ready, you hungry?” Charlie padded over and nodded toward Sevika.

“You good, babe? Normally you’re annoyingly whiny about something.”

“Whiny? I’m not whiny.”

“Honey, I have lived with you for a month now, you whine. Normally, I'm not this aggravated by it- but you're a special case.”

“I do not, even if I did- how might one find whining not aggravating?” Sevika smirked,

“I can think of a few ways…” Charlie guffawed and internally gagged.

“Janna, Sevika, I was not… There was no need. Absolutely none.”

“Whatever, babs, do you want the food before it’s cold, or do you like to eat your eggs like popsicles?” Charlie huffed a laugh and grabbed a plate to serve themselves.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Think of it as an apology for sullying your tranquil space with my fumes of death coming from my ‘cancer stick’.” Charlie hummed and grinned and sat down in their normal spot in the nook.

“I never called your cigars cancer sticks.”

“Mmm, maybe not, baby, but we both know that you would. Right, Angel?” Charlie could feel their cheeks grow warm and their heart speed up a tad bit more. They suddenly had the urge to jump up and do something else to remove themself from the situation at hand.

Charlie scrambled out of their seat and nearly tripped over their slippers as they ran toward their record player. They put on some music that always made them feel like they were taking a walk in the woods. They allowed the music to flow through them right up to their heart (where Sevika was slowly inching her way in). They wanted to ask her to dance, just to see what she would do. They were terrified. The anxiety of possibly asking this woman to be that close to them- it was all encompassing (What if she read into it? But don’t you want her to? No. Yes. No… I think you do, do I even like her in that way? She might not even like girls like that, I mean- what if she likes men-)... “Hey, you with me?” Sevika’s mild shout startled Charlie into realizing that she was right there in front of them. Her constant smell of spice, cigar smoke, and light citrus hung off of her like a mink coat. Sevika looked at them and searched their eyes as best she could.

“Babs, what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“I- um, would you like to dance with me?” Sevika’s eyes widened a bit before she schooled her expression once again. She looked skeptical before slowly nodding. Charlie beamed and allowed for the vibrations of the music to make them more confident in their skills of flirting? If that was what this was… Is this what friends, or acquaintances do? But, either way, Charlie began to sway with Sevika, their arms around her neck, her hands on their hips. A respectable distance from their bum, but still in charge? Possessive? Charlie didn’t know. This was just a woman who they were constantly cross with, but always felt liquid-y inside like caramel or chocolate, warm and sweet, syrupy almost.

Sevika’s head came to rest lightly on Charlie’s, they sighed into her arms as they allowed themself to be just barely held by this brute of a woman. She was as soft as a cloud, Charlie thought. They felt soft and ethereal, in heaven and drifting through the wind, soft as a feather and as free as a dream. Charlie wanted to fall asleep, they were so comfortable. They could feel Sevika shift a bit, as her hands rested more around the small of their back, comforting and warm.

The rest of the day Charlie couldn’t stop thinking about their dance with Sevika, they felt on top of the world. They had no clue that something that intimate could occur between two people who weren’t even pursuing a romantic or sexual relationship. They wanted to feel like that all the time, held and carefree.

Charlie’s agonizingly slow realization for their feelings for Sevika, is undoubtedly sourced from fear, dear viewer. As the narrator, it is my job to remain as impartial as ever, but, our little poppets are hopeless and need some help. And, this help comes in the way of a mentally ill blue-haired child and her surrogate rat-bastard father.

Chapter six/VI

Ever since Charlie had known them, Silco and Jinx have always been wonderful parts of their life. The two were chaotic and lovely at the same time. Charlie rarely got to see Jinx but when they did, they always felt very happy and excited to see their surrogate niece, they felt the need to help take care of Jinx in any way they were able, seeing as she had no one in her corner for the most part, other than Silco. It besaddened them, so when Jinx bounded up to their doorstep, knocking frantically, they were sure to greet her with a large smile. The little girl immediately ran into their arms for a hug. Out of the corner of their eye, Sevika stiffened and immediately looked a lot less relaxed than before. Jinx let go of Charlie to run over and hug Sevika as well. Who had turned into an ice block and very stiffly hugged her back.

“Sevika, darling, you’re looking much less peaky than before. Glad to see your accelerating health is on the right track. I’d hate to see my favorite soldier out of commision permanently.” Sevika leveled a stare at Silco and slowly nodded her head,

“Of course sir.” Charlie found themself to be very perplexed seeing that they had never seen Sevika so willingly give anyone or anything a modicum of respect, especially not someone so physically weak. Jinx had come back over to Charlie and hung off them as both served as bystanders to the stilted conversation.

“How are you finding Charlie’s hospitality, Sevika?” Sevika slid a coy glance towards Charlie before sliding her gaze back towards Slico,

“They’re just fine, sir.”

“Nothing interesting happening?”

“No sir.”

“So no new developments, then?”

“Sir, I fail to see how this is relevant to whatever matter you have come here for.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Slico turned to Charlie, “Charlie, my love, could you allow me to steal your ward for a moment? I have some things I need to discuss with her.” Charlie nodded their head, and took Jinx over to the kitchen where they kept some of their freshly baked cookies. They waited with the young girl while the posh accent of Silco and Sevika’s low rumble subsided and they entered the kitchen. Silco breathed in and out twice, like he always did when he was satisfied with himself.

“Charlie, darling, Sevika is going to continue to stay in your care for a little longer, though in two weeks time she will be allowed back on the field. You don’t mind, do you?” Silco always had a knack for playing coy- something that Charlie had always found funny, but at this moment, they could sense a bit of mischief in the air.

“That’s fine, I don’t mind a longer bout of company.” Silco’s cheeks curled up into a smile in a very uncharacteristic way that made everyone else in the room quite unnerved. Charlie looked toward Sevika and eyeballed her shoulder- it was healing, slowly, but healing all the same.

“Lovely to hear, as always lovely to see you. I do so miss our wine-nights, so do come by when you have the chance- you know that anything you order it’ll be on the house.” Charlie laughed a bit, knowing that they don’t go that far into the Undercity- and more than that, knowing that Silco held that same knowledge.

“I know, I’ll try and find some time.” He flashed them a knowing smile and motioned at Jinx.

“I’m sure you will, Jinx, dear, come along now. It’s time to go.” Jinx pouted a tad before peeling herself off of Charlie.

“Sevika, we shall talk once more before the week is out, I plan on getting Singed working on your new arm as soon as possible.” Sevika gave Silco a military-grade nod.

“Of course, sir.” Once the duo left, Charlie and Sevika were once again left alone. Charlie couldn’t help be intrigued by a small tidbit of information that Silco had said,

“So, a ‘new arm’? What does that mean- a prosthetic?” “Yep.”

“You wanna’ talk about it- I’m sure that it’ll be hard adjus-” “No.”

“Okay, cool. I get it.” Charlie began to awkwardly sway side to side before Sevika turned around and left for her bedroom. After they heard the door close, they took a deep breath and absorbed the information as best as they could.

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