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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hello! I just love your arcane x reader works! Can you do arcane characters x gender neutral! reader who either died or got kidnapped during a mission?

Oh not making Reader dead nope, these characters have suffered enough they don't need a dead lover.

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

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, injury, cuddles, nightmares, crying, rescue mission, reunion kisses

A/N: Well um... Jayce might... you know what no, Mel is gonna be fine!

First, know that you won't stay kidnapped for long. If it for some reason is days then be ready to be face to face with a very tired and very pissed off Jinx when she finally manages to track you down.

Who ever kidnapped you most likely won't survive to tell the tail and even if by some miracle they do they sure as hell won't ever look at the color blue the same way ever again. She might be tired as all fuck, on the verge of collapsing even but she won't rest until you're safe and sound in her arms back in her house.

"You're safe and sound now sugar. That must've been scary for ya. Don't worry, they won't hurt you again. Or anyone else for that matter. Oh, no don't look at them like that, ya shouldn't be sorry for them, they don't deserve your compassion."

By the time Vi finds you she's bruised up maybe even more then your kidnappers. She's fought her way through all of them, yelling and cursing every single one of them. She gathers you in her arms and carries you back home.

As much as she wants to be the one taking care of you she's also pretty beat so you take the role of caretaker instead. Her hands are red and covered in cruises from vicious punching, twitching when you kiss them gently. Shit, you got her feeling all mushy, she could cry, no she is crying, she feels very lucky to have you.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you sweet stuff, you're the one who got kidnapped. I know! How is it that I'm more banged up then you? You should have seen those sorry bastards, one actually cried for his mom. Did... did they make you cry? If they did I'm going back and kicking their asses all over again."

Caitlyn, as much as she wants to, doesn't rush in. She has a plan, one that assures that not one of those who wronged you escapes her sights and a fair trail. In which they will be put behind bars for kidnapping and extortion.

She takes care of most of them by herself, a little more rough around the edges then usual but still not missing a shot. She can't afford to. Can't help but cry when she cups your bruised face in her hands. She was scared, so damn scared that this was it. Right now only your kiss will make her feel relieved again.

"Darling, its me, its just me. Please, I know it hurts but... oh gods... please just let me hold you a little. I don't care that they're looking, I need this right now. Don't worry I've got a warm bath and even warmer hugs ready for you once we get back home."

Ekko arrives to rescue you with an entire team of Firelights at his back. He doesn't even bother hiding his face with the mask, he wants them to remember him, the look in his eyes and how it could have been the last thing they ever saw.

There's no way he can tear himself away from you once he's got you safe and sound in his arms. He doesn't leave your side while your injures are being treated or while you sleep. In fact he doesn't even sleep until you wake up and smile at him again the next morning, that's the point where he feels like he's done a good job.

"Firefly how do you feel? You took a bit of a hit to the head but the doctor said you should be okay now. Sorry, I got careless and let my guard down. I saw them coming but I... I wasn't fast enough. Its not okay! I could have gotten you killed. I would lay my life down for the cause, and that does double for laying down my life for you."

There isn't anything or anyone that can move around Zaun without Vander's knowledge. He thought he left his violent days behind him a long time ago, and for the most part he has but there's still that protective spark in him that can activate his violent side easily.

His fists may be covered in blood but his smile and eyes are as soft as ever when he looks at you. Soft kisses are pampered all over your forehead, the tiniest broken hiccup tearing from his mouth as he nuzzles you close to him and carries you back to the Last Drop to look you over.

"I should've taken care of that gang long ago. Then you wouldn't be in this situation darlin'. How do I feel? Not a scratch on me as you can see. You on the other hand... don't worry you still look pretty to me, bruises or not. I can kiss them better if you just stopped your squirming around."

Zaun is Silco's domain. If anyone is stupid enough to try and kidnap you in his own territory they won't stay hidden for long. And once he finds them, well, he's got plenty of uses for scum like that. Painful use.

As for you, you get nothing but his undivided attention until the last bruise on your body fades away. Sure he does need to be in his office and all that but you can be with him, you can get kisses whenever you want even get to cuddle with him on the couch.

"Are you comfortable over there darling? If you want I can get something better brought here. Shimmer? Well it would be faster but I'm not getting you hooked on this, you're much to precious to me to be some experiment. Your kidnappers on the other hand will serve their purpose."

They will have to eat through a straw for the rest of their lives if they even survive Sevika getting her hands on them. They should be so lucky to only get away with broken bones and nothing else with the way she was making her way through them.

Sevika is very careful when she's handling you, she'd never been so gentle with anyone. It's new, endearing even. You're pretty sure you hear her cursing beside you when she's got her arms wrapped around yours as you fall asleep, followed by a very long kiss on your head and a heavy, relived sigh.

"Sleep sweet thing, no one's gonna hurt you hear me? They can try but I'll kill them all, lucky if that's all I do. The only reason those idiots are still breathing is cause I didn't wanna get their blood all over your pretty face. If I see them again there's gonna be a lot to clean up."

Viktor doesn't think he can let you out of his sight ever again after you're back at his side. He only wishes he could have done more then waited for you to be retuned to him. At least you're safe that's all that should matter.

He should be the one looking after you but he's the one who ends up with nightmares that night. He's already lost sleep, he should be resting but when he thinks about you not being here anymore, it crushes him from the inside. All he wants, all he needs right now is to cuddle up next to you and listen to your heartbeat.

"Sorry I woke you up darling. I'm alright, don't worry. I'm not crying, just had a bit of a bad dream. Go back to sleep please, you need it. I'll be fine, as long as I've got you here by my side there's nothing I cannot handle."

Jayce holds you close to his chest while he carries you to the doctor. He's constantly kissing the back of your hand, his hammer leaning against the bedframe just in case any of the kidnappers got away and wanted to try their luck again.

There aren't many things that can make him scared like the thought of losing you. He tries to be logical most of the time, he feels like that's what he should be, but you make him act on his emotions, you make him want to scream and cry and tell you over and over how much he loves you and how he'll never let anything bad happen to you again.

"Hey, you're awake! Whoa babe, easy, don't try getting up right now, you need to rest, you've been through a lot today. Just say the word and I'll get you whatever you need. You always take care of me so let me be a good boyfriend and spoil you for a change and help you get better okay?"

Mel was almost ready to throw diplomacy out the damn window and turn both Piltover and Zaun on their heads to find you. But that would be going against everything the two of you are trying achieve. That said she doesn't show mercy to your kidnappers either, making sure they get put away for a long time, never seeing the light of day again.

After every meeting with the Council she rushes home to you, her mind stuck on you all day, unable to concentrate properly. This will be an issue for her until you recover but you being safe and getting healed up are... more important to her then impressing the Council.

"I made it home early for you darling, and I brought some more medicine. Would you like it now or after you eat? I see, very well then, just my company for now is it. I must say you've become a bit more spoiled recently. I don't mind one bit, as long as you're alright I'm happy to provide you anything you want."

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cursedwoman1859 · 9 months

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Arm Candy (Silco/F!Reader)

“I need someone who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.” Silco needs a plus-one for a fancy topsider party. You don't really have a choice but to agree.

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Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Words: 5.8k

Content: Resolved sexual tension; semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; dirty talk; dubious business ethics

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It wasn’t often you got called into Silco’s office first thing in the morning. You were a paper-pusher, not one of the battle-hardened henchmen who usually hung around the Last Drop, and your work mostly kept you at your desk. Calculations came as naturally to you as breathing, and you could crunch numbers faster even than Silco himself. In the few months you’d been working for the Eye of Zaun, you’d made yourself indispensable. You helped keep track of the Shimmer shipments going to and from Zaun, you effortlessly slipped the profits from the drugs business into the earnings from the various factories and bars and properties that Silco owned, and once a week you’d spend the evening alone in the office with your stern, exacting boss while you went over that week’s financial reports. Silco needed someone to cook his books, and you prided yourself on being the best damn chef in the undercity. You kept to yourself, you prayed he never noticed your furtive glances up at him when he was absorbed in his work, and you did not cause trouble.

So it was only natural that your stomach twisted itself into knots as you stepped into his office, and that those knots tightened when he looked up from the paper he was reading, his bicoloured stare pinning you and making your walk to stand in front of his desk feel like miles instead of metres.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you said when you were near, and the way his eyes flicked over you, almost too quickly for you to notice, did nothing to calm you.

“I did,” he said, his chair creaking as he leaned back in it. You’d definitely never wondered if it could hold two people. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

You could swear that sentence made your brain fritz like a faulty wire. “I, um—” Absolutely nothing was the real answer, but for some reason you didn’t want to admit that. “I made plans with…Ran and Dustin,” you said, saying the first names that came to your mind even though you’d never shared more than small talk with either of them.

Silco’s eyebrow raised as if he could see right through your lie. Which he probably could, because it was completely transparent. “Then cancel them. I need your help at an event.”

“What kind of…event?” you said, your mind reeling with all the things Silco could be alluding to. Shakedowns, back-alley deals, assassinations…

“Don’t look so frightened,” Silco said, taking a cigar from his ashtray and lighting it. He took a deep drag, letting the smoke billow around him as he spoke. “Are you familiar with Ko Shosu?”

It took you a moment to remember the name from some of the background research you’d carried out on Silco’s competitors. “Doesn’t he own that factory that makes gears or something?”

“The very same. He’s hosting a party at his residence topside tomorrow night and unfortunately, I’ll need to make an appearance. Shosu seems to think we’re acquaintances. And on top of that, I happen to know that one of his associates has run into some financial trouble as of late. His factory makes components that are essential to the Shimmer-tanks we’re developing. Now isn’t that a stroke of luck?”

“You want to get to this associate so you can get him to work with you?”

“Exactly. His name is Rupert Torek and he’s run up gambling debts with some very unsavoury people. I’m sure he’ll be cooperative once he realises I can lend him enough money to get himself out of debt before his wife finds out.”

You decided not to ask how Silco could have information like that on someone he’d never even met. For your sanity’s sake, it was better not to know. “And why do you need me, sir?”

It might have just been your imagination, but you could swear Silco looked you up and down again. Slower this time. “I thought that would be obvious. I cannot exactly show up to something like this alone. I need someone who can distract Torek’s wife so I can get five minutes alone with him, and who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”

“I, um—” you floundered for a minute – the words look pretty on my arm setting your heart racing, which was stupid, he’d literally just said he wanted you to be his arm candy for a night, it meant nothing – and Silco raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.

“You’ll be paid overtime for your trouble, of course,” he said.

“That wasn’t—thank you, sir,” you said quickly.

“Good,” he said, flicking through some of the papers on his desk, his focus already slipping back to his work. “Meet me outside Ko Shosu’s house at eight sharp. Wear something nice and do not be late.”

It was a struggle to focus on your work for the next two days. The figures that usually came so easily to you seemed to blur together until you had to triple-check your spreadsheets in case you’d made an error while your mind insisted on screeching Silco think’s I’m pretty over and over like a stuck record. You were sure he’d meant nothing by that offhanded comment, but that didn’t help anything.

It was almost a relief when the next evening rolled around just so you could focus on doing something.

But that relief didn’t last long when you realised you didn’t have the first clue what you should wear to a party at a topsider’s fancy estate. There wasn’t time to hit up the markets even if you could justify the expense, so you settled for a black dress that was simple, but showed off your figure without showing too much of anything else, as you could at least guess that anything shorter than the knee-length hem of your dress might not go over well among the stiff, buttoned-up topsiders. You’d had the dress a long time and had to stitch it once or twice, but surely nobody would notice a little thing like that.

You felt strangely buoyant as you made your way through the upper districts of Zaun, where at this time in the evening business was just starting to pick up. Lines were forming outside the nicer clubs, the street hawkers were packing up to make way for the crowds, and the air nearly sparkled with Shimmer residue as you passed the open doors of some of the edgier establishments, where topsiders went to get a taste of the undercity without actually having to venture below. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be annoyed at the arrogant topsiders who came to Zaun to indulge in all the things they couldn’t in Piltover before returning to their cushy homes and easy lives. Tonight felt like an infiltration, and it was you who would be inserting yourself somewhere you could never belong.

You met up with Silco outside the gates of Ko Shosu’s estate. He’d gone straight there from a meeting with some topsider businessman, and he was dressed as elegantly as he always was. As you approached you glanced at the people milling around on the wide driveway, and you suddenly felt underdressed.

“You’re almost late,” Silco said by way of greeting, and the nervous knot in your stomach only tightened.

“Sorry, sir. Border guards held me up. You know how they are.” The Enforcer at the checkpoint on the bridge had made a huge fuss over your ID photo having a slightly different hairstyle than you did now, just being an asshole because he was an Enforcer and he could.

“Hm,” was all he said as his eyes raked over you, and your mind instantly went to those little stitches in your dress. You suddenly felt as if he could see every little flaw in you, and the feeling only worsened when a couple of women in glittering floor-length gowns swept past, arm-in-arm and laughing airily.

“Do I look all right?” you said just to break the tense silence. “This is the best I have.”

“You look perfectly acceptable,” Silco said, and that was almost worse than if he hadn’t said anything. Acceptable. You’d be lucky if you weren’t mistaken for a servant. “Shall we?” he said then, offering you his arm. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes. “Take my arm. We have to at least appear as if we both want to be here.”

“Do you want to be here?” you said as you curled your hand around his elbow, trying to ignore the jolt you felt at touching him, even if he was wearing a coat.

He scoffed. “Of course I don’t. But needs must.”

As you made your way up the long driveway, you couldn’t help but gawk at your surroundings. You knew this wasn’t even close to being the grandest house in all of Piltover, but at that moment you could have believed it. There were at least four floors, the upper two ringed in balconies spilling over with hanging flowers and vines. The next closest house had to be at least a hundred metres away, and in the dark space between you could make out the open expanse of a lawn lit by a ring of ground-level lamps, and manicured trees on each side. You couldn’t imagine what the topsiders would do with such a space – you could probably fit a whole other house in there, even one as large as Shosu’s.

And when you entered the house itself, you actually gasped. “Someone lives here? It looks like a palace.”

Silco shot you a glare as you stared at your surroundings with wide eyes, barely even registering the doorman who came to take your coats. “Remember how I said you were the only one I could trust not to fill your pockets? Don’t make me regret it.”

But you were hardly listening as your eyes roved over the crowded ballroom. It was a sea of fine suits and jewel-toned gowns, with servants darting through the throngs like the quick little fish that lived in the shallows of the river, trays of drinks and tiny pastry-like things balanced on their fingertips. Music drifted from somewhere you couldn’t see, almost drowned out by the chatter, and diamonds glittered at fingers and throats – and even on the ceiling, you noticed as your eyes drifted upwards, or at least it seemed like the chandeliers were draped in strings of gemstones that scattered the lights in every direction.

“Concentrate, girl,” Silco muttered close to your ear, making you shiver. “Remember why we’re here. Torek is over there,” he said, though you couldn’t possibly guess which of the guests he was indicating. “Do you remember your task?”

You dragged your eyes away from the spectacle before you to meet his mismatched eyes. “Keep his wife distracted while you get him to consider working with you. I’ve got it.”

“Good. We won’t need to stay long – an hour at most, then you can go home and do whatever you’d like. Maybe you can even catch Ran and Dustin.” As he said this the corner of his mouth tilted up, and you realised with some shock that the Eye of Zaun was teasing you.

You shrugged in what you hoped was nonchalance. “It takes as long as it takes. You know I’m not one to rush a job.”

“I’m aware,” he said as you started to make your way through the crowd, weaving through the throng as if you weren’t aiming straight for your unfortunate target. Perhaps it was because people knew he was from the Undercity, or maybe whispers of the things his people did in dark alleys and dingy establishments travelled ahead of him, but the dense crowd of people seemed to loosen before him, as if people suddenly remembered they had other places to be when he approached. If it offended him, Silco gave no sign, but instead he leaned in to you again. “He is close now. Laugh like I’ve said something terribly clever, you look petrified.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, but you did as he asked anyway, and it seemed to help. The tension you had felt in the air around you receded a little, and before you knew it Silco was shaking hands with a tall, portly man. You barely heard as he introduced you as his guest for the night, your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. Rupert Torek had an open, kind face, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled, and he didn’t seem surprised that Silco had sought him out. You wondered if he had any idea how fucked he was.

“We haven’t met before! I’m Liana, Rupert’s wife,” a voice at your side said, making you start, though you quickly smoothed it over with a smile as you turned to the woman who had appeared next to you, introducing yourself and hoping you sounded like you knew you belonged here, just like she did.

Liana glanced between you and Silco, who had already captured her husband’s full attention. Her brows lowered slightly, and you wondered if she had suspicions about her husband’s gambling. “I didn’t know Silco had a partner,” she said carefully.

“Oh, we’re not…together,” you said, laughing airily. “I’m just accompanying him tonight.”

“I see,” Liana said, though now her smile seemed frozen in place, and you wondered if you’d offended her somehow. But nevertheless she called over a couple of her friends, whose names you quickly forgot, and for a moment you were very pleased with yourself. There was no chance Liana would try to join her husband’s conversation while you had her distracted like this.

It was at this point that things started to go wrong.

In hindsight, you should have realised what Liana thought you were implying when you’d said you were accompanying your boss, and what a topsider would think of that particular occupation. But you were a few minutes into a banal, vapid conversation with Liana and her friends about something that you weren’t really paying attention to before you realised that they all thought you were a whore he’d hired for the night, and apparently found this very offensive judging by the bladed smiles and barbed compliments that started heading your way. It didn’t help that you were inadvertently showing much more skin than any of them – and how you were supposed to know the current fashions topside, you had no idea. Pretty soon your fingers were itching to take off one of your high-heeled shoes and beat Liana’s face in with it, but you couldn’t exactly square up in the middle of a ballroom as if you were in a Zaunite dive bar.

So instead, you just played dumb.

You let the thinly-veiled insults, the insinuations that you didn’t belong among them, glance off you. Nobody spent their whole life in Zaun without growing their own kind of armour. Right now yours was keeping your smile frozen firmly on your face, and so Liana was too busy with you to notice that her husband was making a business deal with the Eye of Zaun himself, right under her powdered nose.

That thought made you glance over at Silco, and the second your eyes met his, you felt a strange sort of calm descend over you. Rupert Torek was still chatting away, not even a hint of discomfort on his round face. Silco gave you a minute, almost imperceptible nod, raising his glass of wine slightly.

It had actually worked.

You tried to keep your face blank. That only became harder when Silco turned his attention back to Torek and you realised that when you’d looked over at him, he’d already been watching you.

Soon after, you excused yourself to go to the ladies’ room. You were pretty sure Liana and her friends forgot all about you as soon as you were out of sight – or at least you hoped so. You didn’t want to know what they’d be saying about you as soon as you were out of earshot.

You didn’t head to the bathroom, though. Instead you went out the way you’d come in, not bothering to collect your coat from the doorman as you went down the stone steps as fast as you could without running.

As soon as you were outside, away from the glare of the house’s lights, you felt the tightness that had settled in your chest loosen. You hadn’t even noticed the anxiety creep under your skin with every barb Liana and her friends had thrown your way, but when it finally dissipated you wondered how you’d been able to breathe at all.

You should go back now that you’d got your fresh air. You couldn’t just disappear.

But one glance back at the shadowy figures moving through the ballroom windows had you moving away from the house, into the shadows of the grounds where nobody would notice the Zaunite girl who was hilariously out of place among them.

The pathways were lit by low electric lights, and there was nobody else out here. You chose a path along the edge of the grounds, shielded on one side by a high wall and on the other by a huge rosebush bordering the lawn. You weren’t sure whether you were really supposed to be out here, but nobody stopped you as you wandered further into the grounds.

Eventually you found a bench and you sat down, tipping your head back to watch the stars in the sky. You’d only ever seen them when Silco sent you up to Piltover on business, and on those nights there was never time to stop and really look at them. Down in the Undercity it was difficult to see the sky at all through the smog, let alone the dozens of stars that shimmered through the haze of Piltover’s lights.

For some reason you couldn’t name, tears sprang to your eyes unbidden, and you tried to blink them away without ruining your makeup.

Of course, that was the moment you heard footsteps approaching.

“Drinking alone already?”

Your head snapped up to see Silco strolling towards you, and it was then that you realised you still had your glass of wine in your hand. You sighed, taking a sip as your boss sat down next to you.

“Just needed some air,” you muttered as Silco slung his arm over the back of the bench. It didn’t escape you that if you leaned back, he would have his arm around you. “How did it go with Torek?”

“I expect we’ll be getting a visit from him or one of his associates in the near future. His wife wasn’t too much for you, I take it?”

“I handled it. But they’re all just so…ugh.”

Silco chuckled as he pulled a cigar from somewhere in his coat, and you tried not to let the sound startle you. You’d never heard Silco laugh before, not even a little, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Don’t worry, we won’t have to do this again for a while.” You watched as he held the cigar between his crooked teeth as he flicked his lighter, the strange angle of the lights highlighting his sharp cheekbones as he took a long drag.

“You know, I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke out here.”

“I don’t care.” He blew a long puff of smoke out into the crisp night air, staining it with a rich scent of tobacco and spices. “Is something bothering you?”

You searched for words to explain the anger tightening your throat, but came up with nothing that made sense. You were a numbers girl. Words were Silco’s thing. You shrugged. “It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m asking, so I would say it does.” His voice had hardened, and you glanced over at him in alarm, though he didn’t look angry.

You didn’t want to push it, though, so you sighed and took a sip from your wine to buy a few seconds, feeling Silco’s mismatched gaze on you the whole time. “It’s just…all they did in there was bitch about things. What I was wearing, how I acted, their husbands, their lives. And yet…” you gestured vaguely at your surroundings. The gardens that must have needed a whole team of people to maintain. The lawn that sat empty when it could have grown enough food to feed a whole street of hungry Zaunites. The house. “They have all this, but it’s all they’ve ever had, so they can’t even see how privileged they really are. Meanwhile we have to scrape every penny just to put food on the table and some people in Zaun don’t even get that. If I lived up here I’d never complain about anything ever again,” you finished, and by now you were speaking into your wine glass, your eyes fixed on the ground.

Silco was quiet for a moment, and you didn’t dare glance up at him to see if you could gauge what he was really thinking. You’d never been so candid with your boss before, and you half expected him to leave and pretend tonight had never happened. The very last thing you expected him to say was, “What if I told you that tonight had been something of a test of your loyalties?”

Now you did look up, and he was watching you with that kind of calculated detachment he was so good at, though something in the hard lines of his face had softened. Or maybe it was just the moonlight.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

He took his time answering, taking another long drag of his cigar and releasing the smoke in a ring. “You’ve been with me a short while now, and you’re a very talented accountant. With your skills and some forged papers you could easily find work topside. Something with less risk and more pay.”

You flushed at his insinuation. “You pay me just fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “All wages are higher topside, you know that. You could have walked out of that house with a whole list of people who would pay you far more than I can for the same work, but you didn’t. Instead you stood there and allowed me to work on Torek while everyone in that room thought you were just some girl I’d hired for the night.”

You started to splutter a protest, but it died on your lips when you realised Silco was right. If you’d revealed your real job it would have raised Liana’s suspicions.

“It’s a long road ahead of us until Zaun is an independent nation. The topsiders won’t let us go without a fight,” he said, his voice dropping in case you weren’t alone in the gardens. “There will be times when you are tempted by offers of money, better jobs in better places, employers who won’t ask you to break the topsiders’ laws every day. I needed to know that you were true to the cause, that you would remain loyal to me even when you had the opportunity to make things easier for yourself.”

“You were giving me an out,” you said as it clicked into place. “Why now?”

“Because by now, you know exactly what you’re getting into by staying. Your choice to work for me is a genuine one.”

“So did I pass? Your test, I mean.”

“We would not be sitting here now if you had failed.”

You weren’t involved in the…bloodier side of Silco’s business, but you weren’t ignorant to it, either. You knew what he did to people he suspected of disloyalty. Would he really have let you go if you’d wanted? Or would you have disappeared into the shadows of the Lanes, never to be heard from again? You wouldn’t be the first. But then you realised that you’d never been afraid of that, because you would never give him a reason to doubt your loyalties. Zaun had to break free of Piltover, and he was the only one with the wits, the resources, and the sheer bloody-mindedness to finally cut the undercity free.

A sudden cold breeze blew in off the river, making the hedges surrounding you tremble, and you became acutely aware that you had left your coat inside. Before you could give yourself the chance to think better of it, you leaned back, and as you’d suspected, Silco didn’t move his arm. He didn’t quite put his arm around you, but he traced a circle on your bare shoulder with the back of his thumb, almost as if he was reluctant to touch you in case he scared you off.

“We can return to the party if you wish,” he said, and now he was near enough for his warm breath on your ear to send shivers along your skin that had nothing to do with the chilled night air.

“I prefer it out here.”

“As do I.” He held his cigar between his teeth as he reached into his coat and produced a small metal hip flask.

You couldn’t help but snort as he uncapped it and the smell of whiskey hit your nose. “You brought your own alcohol?”

He took a swig and then passed the flask to you. “Better than the swill they’re serving in there.”

“That swill is probably very expensive.”

“So is this. Drink.”

You took a small sip and were proud of yourself when you didn’t cough, even though the whiskey was strong enough to make your eyes water. A pleasant warm sensation spread out from your chest as you swallowed, though, and you shivered as you licked a drop off your lip. “Definitely tastes expensive.”

You looked up at him, and Silco’s eyes quickly snapped away from your mouth as he made a vague hum of agreement. For a while neither of you spoke, and you only passed the flask back and forth in companionable silence. The music that drifted towards you on the wind picked up in pace, and you heard the occasional drunken shout in the distance. Still nobody ventured into the dark grounds.

“Earlier I told you that you looked acceptable,” Silco said all of a sudden as he tapped out his half-smoked cigar and put it back in the tin. “I believe I should have told you that you look lovely instead.”

You felt a flush creep up your neck, and you risked a glance up at your boss – who had told you that you would look pretty on his arm, who had trusted you with this mission and had noticed when you slipped off to be alone. Nobody ever did that.

Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe you were delusional or perhaps just stupid. You didn’t really know why you did it, but before you could think better of it, you leaned over and kissed him.

It was only a quick, chaste press of your lips against his, and you instantly regretted it when Silco stayed completely still against you. You jerked backwards, already apologising. “I’m so sorry sir, I shouldn’t—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Silco’s hand was firm on the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him and kissed you. Properly this time. It was your turn to freeze in shock, but you quickly got over it as his tongue danced against yours and you tasted whiskey and smoke. You eagerly let him in as he deepened the kiss, shivering as his hand slid up your leg from your knee to your thigh, and for the first time that night you were glad of your too-short skirt.

You gasped in surprise as he pulled you onto his lap, barely breaking the kiss as he made you straddle him, your skirt riding up as your thighs spread. Feeling bold, you ran your hands through his soft hair, and he hummed in approval as you raked your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. In response he gave your ass a firm squeeze, grinding you down onto his lap.

And onto the hard length beneath you.

You circled your hips against him as he moved down to your neck, holding you in place with a hand in your hair pulling just tight enough to hurt as he bit more than kissed you, leaving marks that would definitely be impossible to hide in this dress. You couldn’t give a shit. No way were you going back into that stupid party after this.

“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this,” Silco said, emphasising his point with a sharp snap of his hips up against you.

“I—” you started, but you could only focus on his hands creeping up your thighs again. Except this time, they didn’t stop.

“Go on,” he coaxed, as if you were supposed to focus on anything except his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You hissed as he tugged them down and the cold night air hit your pussy, and it faded into a whimper as he trailed his fingers along your lips, pausing to circle your entrance in a way that made your back arch. “And don’t you dare try to lie to me, sweetheart, because you’re already wet for me.”

“Um…” you tried to focus on anything but the soft, barely-there brush of his fingers against your pussy. Every time you tried to grind against his hand he moved away, keeping his touch just a little too soft, the bastard. “I think – maybe…”

“A few weeks?” he prompted.

“Mm – no…”

He raised an eyebrow, but rewarded your answer by pressing his thumb against your clit, though he still refused to give you what you wanted. Needed.

“Months?”

“Longer. Since… I wanted this since my first day working for you.” Finally, Silco slid one long finger into you as his thumb drew an agonisingly slow circle over your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

“Do you want to know a secret, my lovely?” he said, his fingers moving faster, obscene wet noises filling the air.

“M-hm.”

“I have you beat. I’ve wanted this since I interviewed you.”

Your eyes flew open at his admission just as he sank another finger into you without warning. Later. You could think about what he’d said later. For now you just let yourself enjoy the curl of his long fingers inside you, the expert ministrations of his thumb on your clit that sent waves of warm pleasure up your spine.

Until the bastard stopped.

He withdrew his hand from you, and his fingers glistened in the moonlight from your wetness. Your eyes widened as he licked them clean, then he motioned for you to stand. “Get up. Go and stand at the end of the bench.”

You followed his directions on shaky legs, and Silco followed, casually strolling around to stand behind you. You had a good idea of what he intended. He trailed his fingers up your bare arms, then fisted one hand in your hair while the other held your bicep in a bruising grip. “If you want this to stop,” he purred in your ear, “say the word now.”

You only pushed back against him, feeling his hard length behind you.

“I thought not.” Then he bent you over the arm of the bench, the ornate steel armrest digging into your hips as he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees. You weren’t sure if you shivered with the cool breeze or the anticipation as you heard him unbutton his pants, his hand still in your hair. Then you hissed as you felt the press of his cock against your centre, arched your back as he slid it through your wetness before finally sinking into you as his free hand started playing with your clit once more.

Your voice rose in a high, keening cry as he sheathed himself inside you, easing the ache of his entry with his fingers on your clit. He stopped abruptly, pulling you up by your hair. “Hush now,” he hissed in your ear as he let go of your hair and shoved his fingers in your mouth. You could taste the echo of yourself on his skin. “You don’t want them to think you really are my whore, do you?”

You choked around his fingers for a moment before you relaxed your throat enough that you could shake your head and make a garbled nuh-uh sound, which earned you a low chuckle.

“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart,” he said as he started to move, setting a quick, urgent pace that reminded you that anybody could come around the corner and see you bent over a bench with the most powerful man in the Undercity driving into you from behind as you gagged on his fingers. Every thrust of his hips ground yours against the metal armrest, and you knew you’d surely have bruises in the morning. “I wish we were somewhere I could fuck you properly. Take you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing more than a writhing, crying mess in my bed. But perhaps you do like the idea of someone seeing you, seeing how well you’re taking me. How wet you are.” His breathing was becoming shallow as he fucked you, but that didn’t stop the stream of filth from his mouth. “I don’t know about you, but I would kill to see the look on Ko Shosu’s face when he realises we used his party to lure his friend into our web and then defiled his rose garden right under his nose.”

He said something else after that too, but you’d stopped listening to his words and let the low, rough cadence of his voice be the final push you needed over that peak you’d been approaching, once interrupted and now higher than ever. Even Silco’s fingers in your mouth weren’t enough to muffle your cries as you came, your thighs shaking from the strain of standing while your walls clamped down on Silco’s cock, over and over again in waves of agonising bliss. He followed soon after, and you felt a warm rush as he spilled himself inside you with a groan he muffled in your neck.

For a moment you both stood there, catching your breath. You sighed in relief as Silco removed his fingers from your mouth, and after tucking himself away he cleaned you up with a handkerchief before pulling your panties back up for you. “You felt just as good as I’d imagined you would,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your abused scalp.

“Is that something you imagined often, sir?” you said teasingly.

“Most nights,” he murmured into your hair. “And perhaps some days, too.”

Well, damn. You had no idea what to say to that, other than, “Me too.” Maybe you had actually drank too much. “Take me home,” you said, leaning back against his chest as he straightened out your skirts. You felt him smile against your hair.

“It would be my absolute pleasure.”

#arcane x reader #silco x reader #silco x you #arcane x you #arcane x female reader #cursedfanfic #ive been dipping in and out of this for months and now im sick of looking at it so here you go lol

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Hello Angel!!!

Perhaps Cowboy Sev breaking older Vi and Jinx out of jail. After so many years Sev would be so rusty that she needs reader to help too. Go wild with the shenanigans they get up too. Could bring back Silco and the boys to help legally maybe. Hilarious if somehow Vi got in trouble trying to impress Caitlyn and somehow managed to get Jinx involved. Also funny if Sev and reader meet Caitlyn as Vi’a girlfriend during this break out HAHHAHA

Pls I’m obsessed with cowboy Sevika HELP ME

Thank youuuuu

this is SOOOOOO cute such a good idea i'm crying.

men and minors dni

ten years into marriage, fifteen years into your relationship, eight years with the girls, five with them legally yours, and sevika finally retires.

there was no need for her to work at the ranch in the first place. the amount of loot she'd stolen and stored in your inn (both in your room hidden beneath the floorboards and in the rafters, and buried beneath your side garden) was enough to take care of you for ten lifetimes to come. but, sevika was used to spending her day on shimmer's back, and she needed something to do with her free time once she gave up her life of crime.

but now, things have changed. sevika's ready to settle down and spend her days in the inn with you. the girls are growing up, vi being sixteen and powder being twelve-- they'll be living their own lives soon, and sevika wants to be around to keep you company as you transition into empty nesters.

shimmer died last winter. the four of you spent her last days cuddled up beside her in the stable, feeding her sugar cubes by the handful, saying your final goodbyes to sev's trusty mare. she rests behind the side garden now, marked by a big stone vi and jinx engraved.

old man ernie died too, leaving his ranch to his son. when he took over, he offered to let sev keep her job, but she declined. she was ready to retire.

she's been adjusting to retired life really well.

she loves working behind the bar in the evening, chatting with locals who stop in for a drink and swapping stories with some of your shadier guests in the in.

she's gotten really into reading-- especially smutty paperback romances.

when she gets restless cooped up in the inn, you send her out to ride the new foal-- a sweet young horse the girls decided to name teddybear.

it's been great having sev around all the time. especially for your sex lives.

speaking of your sex lives, you and sevika have been having a particularly fun week. the girls took teddybear out on a trip to a town two days ride south. they're meeting up with mylo and claggor there to catch the traveling circus. and it's summer time, which is always your slow season, and as of two days ago-- you've got no guests. you and sevika have been having a fucking blast, fucking on any and every flat surface you can find. your legs have been like jelly all week long.

it's been paradise.

"what're you smilin' at?" sevika mumbles from her side of the bed. you grin, turning on your side to stare at your sleepy wife. it's the crack of dawn, not even the rooster is awake yet. just you and the crickets, singing through the open windows.

"you're awake." you say. sevika smiles.

"i am indeed. c'mon, what's got you smilin' all pretty, darlin'?" she asks again, yawning to punctuate her question.

you scooch forward to kiss her nose, and sevika grins, her eyes scrunching closed.

"what i've been smilin' at for the past fifteen years, baby." you say. sevika chuckles.

"havin' sweet dreams about me?"

"more like flashbacks to last night." you say, waggling youreyebrows salaciously. sevika laughs.

"mmm, knew we'd break the bedframe one'a these days." sevika says with a proud little smile. you giggle and sit up on your elbows to look over at the broken bedframe stacked against the wall beside where the two of you sleep-- on the mattress on the floor.

"shit, sev that was oak, can't believe you fucked me through oak." you laugh. sevika nods cockily.

"damn right i did." she says. you giggle and fall back down to bed, snuggling against her chest. "how're you feeling?" she asks.

you snort. "well, i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk straight for a few days, and i woke up giggling, so... i'm better than i've been since our honeymoon." you say.

sevika grins, her sweet little gap makes your heart melt, and she smacks your ass.

"fuck, i love you." she sighs. you giggle and kiss her neck.

"love you too."

you guys drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

an hour later, the rooster crows, and you both wake up smiling again.

"morning." sevika mumbles. you kiss her lips.

"morning."

"i'll fetch some fresh water if you start breakfast?" sevika offers.

"will you let the chickens out?" you ask. sevika nods.

"duh." she says. you grin.

"deal."

you guys move slowly, lazily rubbing your eyes and yawning as you wash your faces and brush your teeth, stretching and kissing between each article of clothing you pull over your naked bodies, luxuriating in the slow morning all to yourselves.

sevika laughs at the limp in your step, and you pinch the bruises you left on her shoulders in revenge.

you fry up some eggs and hashbowns, watching through the window over the stove as sevika pumps fresh water from the well, watering your garden, the chickens, and finally lugging two buckets inside for the two of you to share.

you guys eat breakfast on the front porch, cuddled together on the porch swing violet 'found' for the two of you a few years ago. (you're pretty sure she stole it off sheriff marcus' front porch, but violet hasn't admitted it yet, and the sheriff's still too scared of you and sev to say anything.)

"how do you think the girls're doin'?" you ask as you sip your coffee. sevika snorts.

"i knew you were gonna ask that." she teases. you roll you eyes and sevika leans over to press a kiss to your temple. "they're fine. you know they're fine." she says. you huff.

"i know, i just miss 'em." you say. sevika laughs.

"i do, too, darlin'." she says.

sevika leans in to kiss you, and you sigh against her, quickly melting against her lips. she licks against your lips and you hum, opening your mouth for her to slide her tongue into your mouth--

"ahem!" a voice calls.

you and sevika pull apart, necks snapping to the stairs in front of you where a teenage girl stands, blushing and rubbing the back of her neck.

sevika clears her throat in embarrassment. you giggle.

"how can we help you, honey?" you ask the girl. her eyes dart up to you, quickly shooting between you and sevika, back to you, and then sevika again.

"uh..." she chokes out. she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, before taking a deep breath. "s-sorry to inturrupt ma'am, i just-- d-do you happen to know a mylo and claggor? or violet and jinx, percha-"

"oh fuck." sevika groans. the girl squeaks at the curse, and you chuckle. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" she asks.

she blinks. "uhm. jail, miss." she says.

you blink.

sevika's jaw drops.

the girl clears her throat. "a-about thirty miles south of here in a small town call--"

"what did they do?" sevika groans. "i trained them for every scenario, how the fuck did they get caught?!" she whines.

you blink again, spots in your vision popping up.

"uh... they shot the sheriff?" she says.

you gasp.

sevika laughs.

"shit." she says, somewhat impressed. "on purpose?" she asks, her eyebrow raising.

you feel lightheaded.

"n-no ma'am. accident. he's still alive-- but he's sentenced them to hang at the end of the week..."

that's the last thing you hear before you black out.

you wake up in bed, sevika nervously hovering over you, pressing a wet cloth to your forehead.

"wha--"

"you passed out."

"jinx and vi--" you snap up in bed, scrambling to your feet. sevika's beside you in an instant, steadying you as you're knees threaten to give out beneath you.

"it's oka--"

"sevika don't you dare say 'it's okay' to me right now!" you snap. she shuts her mouth.

footsteps start up the steps, and you look over your shoulder, where the teenager from before appears, a fresh bucket of water in her hands.

she freezes at the top of the steps, taking in the tense environment she walked in, then turning red as a tomato when she tries to avert her eyes from you and sevika, and makes direct eyecontact with the broken bedframe behind the two of you.

you would laugh at the poor, flustered girl. now though, she just reminds you a bit of the first time violet saw you and sev kiss, and that just makes you want to vomit.

"caitlyn, here," sevika starts in an irritatingly annoying voice, "was hanging out with the kids at the circus, right cait?" sevika asks. caitlyn nods.

"i live in town." she explains.

"and when they got arrested, cait was the only one who got away. violet told her to come get us, right cait?" sevika asks again. caitlyn clears her throat.

"i rode through the night. i also sent a telegraph to a mr. silco?" she says. you blink.

"right. and we're all gonna meet in town, and we're gonna figure something out, okay baby?" she asks. you gulp.

"sevika--"

"honey, i'm not gonna let anyone put a damn finger on our kids." she says firmly. you look away from the teenager to take in the steely sincerity of your wife's eyes, and you gulp. she gently reaches up to cup your face. "c'mon, have a little faith in me, darlin'" she coos, melting into a soft smile. you sigh shakily. "i'm the fuckin' weary woman of the west-- what's a little jailbreak, huh?"

you take a deep breath and lean forward to press your forehead against hers.

"we're gonna need a few horses." you say. sevika grins.

"i'm way ahead of you." she says.

grayson was happy to lend you two horses and buggies, almost crying at the thought of the girls in trouble. she promised to come over every day to care for your chickens and garden while you were away, and you thanked her profusely before riding the animals home faster than you've ever ridden-- anxious to get back.

when you arrive, it's to caitlyn and sevika waist deep in the dirt behind your garden, a few yards away from where shimmer lays. for the first time since caitlyn's arrived, you laugh.

sevika's pulls a crate out of the ground prying it open with a crowbar. as she opens the crate, she reveals dozens of sticks of dynamite, and she grins up at you with a proud smile. you giggle, and roll your eyes. caitlyn shoots out of the hole, terrified by the explosives.

"i'm gonna pack up some food for the trip." you nod to your house. "come help me kid." you say. the girl nods eagerly, sprinting away from the dynamite. sevika laughs.

you guys pack quickly, visiting the cellar for cans of food, gathering the essentials for travel, a couple blankets and quilts, a pack of matches, canteens and jugs of water. while you're folding some clothes, both for you and sevika as well as jinx and powder, you break down into tears.

caitlyn flounders around you for a few seconds, and you try desperately to collect yourself, but you can't quite manage.

the girl gently, awkwardly pats your shoulder.

you turn around and hug her impossibly close to your chest. she squeaks.

"fuck. shit." you cry. you take a few deep breaths, squeezing the girl in your arms, before letting her go. "sorry." you say, dropping your hands at your sides. "thank you." you sob. "for coming to get us."

caitlyn blinks, then wraps her arms around you, pulling you toward her this time. you giggle through your laughs against her shoulder and she gently rubs your back.

"violet told me you'd freak out." she says... "you remind me of my mom."

"oh, fuck, do your parents know where you are?" you gasp, pulling away. caitlyn laughs.

"yes." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs. "okay, no. but they think i'm safe, at the circus, they won't be looking for me for a while." she swears.

"you stupid fucking kids." you groan.

you leave town at noon, and ride until midnight. the trip is solemn, nobody tries to talk much.

sevika's got this look in her eye, something you haven't seen in a long time. she's up to something-- something more than her usual mischievous pranks and jokes. the gears in her head are grinding, you can practically see her run scenarios and outcomes back and forth through her mind's eye.

it's a little scary-- you forgot how focused and intense she gets when she's plotting something. it's mostly hot though.

but you can't really say that-- not with caitlyn lurking. still, sevika catches your eye a couple of times and smirks, like she knows just how hot she looks as she rides beside you.

caitlyn's a good navigator-- apparently she's a junior guide up and down the river, so she knows the route to town like the back of her hand. she gets you around mountains, avoids most hills, and knows the best spots to stop for when the horses need to rest. sevika's impressed. the two of them chat over the campfire about the surrounding areas, comparing notes and shortcuts they've learned over in their travels. it's so cute it breaks your heart.

it's a dry, warm night, so you sleep beneath the stars.

you don't sleep.

sevika doesn't sleep.

you just stare at the sky while caitlyn and the horses rest.

at one point, sevika reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's gonna be fine." she says. tears well up in your eyes.

"i love you so much." you say. sevika squeezes your hand so hard it's painful, and she replies shakily.

"i love you too darlin'."

it's silent long enough for you to think sevika's fallen asleep, but then she speaks again. "betcha five bucks caitlyn's vi's girlfriend."

you burst into laughter, smacking your hand over your mouth as you laugh. caitlyn stirs beside you, and you can feel sevika's silent, mischievous laughter beside you. you nudge her with your elbow.

when you catch your breath, and caitlyn's snoring returns, you whisper to your wife. "you have way too much faith in your daughter."

she snorts.

you get to town by noon, and sevika sets you and caitlyn up in a the saloon that was the address caitlyn had telegraphed to vander and silco. she takes off to scope out the police station.

it's a pretty gritty place, and you look around it with a raised eyebrow, then look down at caitlyn. she's sitting with perfect posture, dusting off her tailored riding coat.

"you hang out in this saloon?" you ask. she blinks up at you and then sighs.

"well, no... but it's where all the shootouts in town happen!" she says. "it felt... good for planning a crime?" she tries. you laugh.

"sevika's gonna love this." you say. she grins. "what do your parents do?" you ask. caitlyn gulps.

"uh... oil?" she says.

you burst out into laughter.

"shit you're an heiress?" you ask. she nods. you shake your head. "no way vi's bagged you yet." you mumble. caitlyn blushes bright red and clears her throat.

sevika comes back before sunset, sitting beside you at the table and scrawling away in her notebook little sketches of the prison, mumbling to herself, occasionally looking up to ask caitlyn questions.

surprisingly, cait seemed to know a lot.

"do you know which cell they're in?"

"the one on the far end here." caitlyn says, circling a part of sevika's diagram.

"and who else is being held right now?"

"nobody. the sheriff's been itching for some action."

"how do you know all of this?" you ask. caitlyn blushes.

"it's good to stay up to date on local going ons." she says. you chuckle.

she's a dork, you think fondly. she's perfect for violet.

sevika returns to her drawings and you decide it's time to interrogate your daughter's possible future girlfriend.

"how exactly did the kids shoot the sheriff?" you ask. caitlyn blushes bright red, and you raise your eyebrow.

"uh. well..."

sevika looks up from her notebook, intrigued.

caitlyn gulps, then looks away. "it might've been me." she whispers.

your eyes widen.

"what?" sevika asks.

caitlyn blinks, then speaks so fast it's almost impossible to make out. "violet was showing off all the cool things she could do, and i had packed my gun to bring to the circus because they've got contests for clay duck shooting and you can win twenty bucks if you make it to the tournement and i'm a really good shot--" she sucks in a breath, tears bubbling up in her eyes "so i wanted to show off my shooting skills and vi told me to shoot the big roasted hog in the food tent and i did right through the eyes! but i didn't see the sheriff on the other side of the pig getting himself a serving, so the bullet went straight through his shoulder." she finishes, gasping for another breath.

"how did--"

"and before i could even do anything violet was already taking the gun from my hands and telling me to run and i'm so sorry--" she starts to sob.

"shit, relax, kid, it's okay." sevika says, reaching out to pat caitlyn's back. you smile. "it's fine, we're not mad." sevika says. caitlyn gasps, her eyes shooting up between you and sevika.

"you're not?" she asks. you shake your head no. "o-oh." she whispers, wiping her eyes. you ruffle her hair.

silco and vander arrive quickly after. they took the train, and they clearly left the moment they got the message-- wearing day old wrinkled clothes, no luggage, just pistols tucked in every pocket on their bodies.

silco's greeting is a gaurentee that he's going to kill the kids before the sheriff can, and vander's apologetic assurances that his husband is only joking. silco's appearance seems to ease something in sevika, and the two of them quickly fall into a hushed conversation as sevika discusses her plan with silco. caitlyn's right beside them, a little furrow in her brow as she absorbs their hushed discussions.

vander, cordial as ever, gives you a hug and presses a solid kiss to your scalp.

"how're you holding up?" he asks.

"better now that you're here." you respond. he laughs.

"can i be honest?" he mumbles. you nod. "silco's not gonna get the chance to kill the kids, i'll have already fucking done it." he whispers. you laugh. "we're not young and spry like you and sev-- we both nearly had heart attacks when we got your message." he groans. you rub his shoulder as you laugh.

"you wanna hear somethin' that'll make you laugh?" you ask. he nods.

"violet's got a crush on the girl here." you say. vander raises his eyebrow, looking over at caitlyn, who's absorbed by the diagram of the prison, pointing and mumbling to an interested and engaged silco and sevika. "an oil heiress." you say. vander chuckles.

"huh. well are the feelings mutual?" he asks. you laugh.

"they better be. violet got all our fuckin' kids arrested for her ass." you whisper. vander groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing his chest.

"oh, don't tell me these things." he begs. you laugh.

"you're lucky you don't have girls." you say.

you wait until midnight to start your plan.

you split up into three groups.

silco and vander are the horsemen, both of grayson's and cait's, plus teddybear, who they found outside the jail, wrangled up and tied to the two carts-- ready to get out of town fast once you break the kids out.

sevika's on explosives, obviously.

you and caitlyn have to find a way to communicate with the kids.

you're helping wrap a bandanna around the lower half of caitlyn's face, tugging an old hat low on her face to disguise her as best as possible. she grunts and squirms.

"quit movin'. you're a fuckin heiress, everyone knows your face. you can't be seen breakin' kids outta prison." you say. she sighs.

"fine." she grunts as you wrap a scarf over her neck.

"okay." you whisper, satisfied now that she's bundled enough to be indistinguishable. "show me this window."

caitlyn guides you around the back of the jail building, and quietly points up to a cell window about fifteen feet off the ground, iron barred.

"take the beef jerkey." you say, shoving the paper package in her hand. she pockets it, and then you crouch. "stand on my shoulders." you say. she nods, clambering on top of you.

once she's steady, you groan as you stand to your full height. with caitlyn on your shoulders, she can peek through the window.

the window, apparently, sits above the sheriff's desk-- likely where he's in a whiskey induced coma now-- sleeping away the pain of his shoulder. oppisite his desk, are the iron bars holding your children.

the sheriff's got a dog, hence the beef jerkey.

caitlyn whistles into the window. you cringe.

the sheriff snores, and the dog whines. you can make out the plop of a piece of jerkey, and then caitlyn's whispered, "hi doggie!"

you bite back your smile, and almost collapse when you hear jinx's voice.

"oh for fuck's sake-- violet!" she whispers."your stupid fucking girlfriend's here!"

you grin, tears welling in your eyes at the sound of your kid.

"caitlyn!" violet exclaims. you take a shaky breath.

"we're blowing the back wall down." caitlyn whispers. "you need to shelter on this end."

there's some shuffling as the kids wake up and run over to the oppisite wall, and you grin at the pitter patter.

the sheriff gasps, and you freeze. caitlyn bites squeaks.

and then he's back to snoring. you sigh shakily and squeeze caitlyn's ankles.

"stay there. we'll see you on the other side." she whispers, then she jumps down from your shoulders.

the two of you take off for the oppisite side of the building where sevika's waiting for the two of you.

she grabs your hand as she lights the line to the dynamite. you hold your breath. the line sizzles, sizzles, sizzles, quickly reaching the sticks at the base of the wall, until it... fizzles out.

sevika holds her breath. you hold your breath. caitlyn gasps, "oh fuck-- what do we do no--"

she's cut off by a BOOM!

the ground shakes, dust goes flying, and the wall comes tumbling down.

as the dust clears, a small fire illuminating the inside of the cell, you grin as the kids start hooting and hollaring in amazement.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" jinx and claggor shout at the same time as they all come sprinting out of the cell.

sevika snorts, then smacks them both upside the head.

"fuckin' stealth mission, assholes!" she whisper-scolds. mylo cackles.

"sorry sevika, but the stealth went out the window with that wall!" he laughs. sevika snorts and wraps all three of them up in her strong arms.

beside you, violet gasps, tears streaming down her eyes as she reaches up to pull caitlyn's bandana away.

"you came back." she whispers dramatically. you roll your eyes at the pure corniness, and then melt at the sweet sight of caitlyn darting forward and pressing her lips against your daughter's.

it's clumsy and quick, and they're both pull away bright red and gasping. you quickly look away when violet's eyes dart toward you, pretending like you weren't looking.

it doesn't seem to matter though, because next thing you know you have an armful of violet, sobbing into your shoulder. you squeeze her tight against your chest, and press a kiss against her head.

"you're in so much fucking trouble." you whisper against her hair. she giggles between her sobs.

"i knew you'd come." she whispers. you laugh.

"duh, dumbass. we need someone to take care of the chickens every day." you say. she cackles.

a gunshot rings out, and you all jump, turning around to face the now- open cell.

the sheriff stand sin the debris, a shard of wood speared through his unshot arm, his gun held weakly in his hand at his waist.

you push violet and caitlyn away to run grabbing their hands as you sprint down the street. beside you, sevika's got mylo under her arm, and calggor's got jinx on his back as they sprint, screaming and laughing down main street.

as the sheriff chases after you, unloading his gun at you, a bullet grazes violet's arm. she gasps in pain, and you gasp in horror, and before you know what's happening you're spinning on your heel and stopping dead in your tracks, reaching for the pistol you'd tucked into your waistband this morning.

you take a deep breath, and close one eye. lining your barrel up with the sheriff's bald, sweaty face.

he gets closer. he gets closer. sevika notices you're missing behind you, screaming your name, and the sheriff's right in front of you.

you shoot, and he crumbles to the ground.

it's quiet, and then your ears start ringing, and then, as the music fades, the sound of jinx's celebratory hoots fill your ears. you grin and turn back around, jogging to catch up to your family where everyone besides jinx (whose dancing in celebration at your shot) is frozen in place and gawking at you.

you smack sevika's ass as you pass her, grabbing jinx's wrist as you continue down main street, toward where silco and vander were waiting.

"c'mon y'all, someone's gonna check in on all this commotion soon!" you call over your shoulder.

shocked laughs fill the dusty main street as you and your family flee.

the ride back to your inn is mostly spent in long lectures, hilarious re-tellings of the kids' experience in jail, and tears and kisses being pressed to cringing children's heads.

but when you get back home to your inn, on your turf, all the anxiety and stress from the journey wear off, and you can finally relax.

you set up vander and silco and the boys in three rooms. violet eagerly volunteers to host caitlyn in her room, which makes you all laugh, (jinx groans in disgust) and you allow it.

and then, after scrubbing down with a washcloth, you fall crawl into the mattress on the floor beside sevika.

she's been snoring since you got back. she woke up for dinner, then fell back asleep after. but the second your weight hits the bed, she's blinking open, a smile on her face. you snort at her.

"what's that look for?" you ask.

"y'know that was the hottest thing i've ever fuckin' seen?" she whispers. you laugh.

"oh yeah?" you ask. she nods.

"didn't think you had it in you." she says, smirking. you just shrug and wink at her.

"you woulda done it anyways, i saw that look in your eye." you say. she grins and nods.

"yeah, but i didn't even have to try. my fuckin' outlaw wife killed the sheriff for me." she says, a blush working up her cheeks. you grin.

"now you know how it feels." you say. she laughs and you dart forward to kiss her forehead.

"i love you." she whispers. "i'm gonna fuck you through the floor tomorrow morning." she mumbles as she drifts off to sleep. you laugh.

"not happenin' babe." you say, kissing her forehead. "the kids are underneath us."

sevika groans. "those stupid fuckers."

you laugh and kiss her again. "i love you, sev."

"you owe me five bucks." she says.

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 1 year

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Jinx x fem! Reader - Tick tock

A/n: I had some much fun with this request, I took some creative liberties but I had an idea and I just couldn't get it out of my head! Enjoy!

Request: Hey! Can I request a jinx x reader who were childhood friends but Jinx thought she died so in a fight with Jinx reader's mask is knocked off, jinx recognizes her and takes her?

Warnings: death, violence, swearing, ptsd, jinx being jinx, cannon? I don't know her, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: she/her, you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) jinx x reader, (platonic/parental!) silco x reader, (platonic!) ekko x reader]

1 week ago

The Firelights were swarming her, and Violet and that stupid enforcer.

But she would kill them, she would make them pay for ever trying to attack her and her sister.

They were like bugs, fluttering around on tiny wings without care but to annoy her. She brought some down, but flies have always been hard to catch.

A slash across her leg as she screams in pain and repeatedly hits the foolish firelight who hit her. Again, and again.

The raven mask breaks off the firelight's face and-

You.

The smoke bomb erupts from behind her and instinctively she latches onto you as she cries out for Vi. Her sister, they took her, she left- No! They took her!

She left her again.

"Jinx, let me go!" You hissed at her as you struggled in her grip and attempt to back away from her.

"You're supposed to be dead!" She counters back hugging you close to her chest as manic sobs leave her throat. "Why did you leave me?" Jinx finds herself uttering those words all over again but this time without a cry, or a harsh gut-wrenching scream. Just with a broken voice beaten through the horrors of the undercity.

"The Firelights saved me, but I was in a coma for a long time. By the time I had waken up you had already moved on as much as you could with your life. You were healing." You mutter the last three words with a kindness she only knew from you.

She didn't need to know that wasn't the whole truth.

Jinx shakes her head and with her light pink and baby blue polished nails, she cups your face, her fingernails digging into the cheeks of your skin.

"You're never leaving me."

Gripping your hands on her arms as you nodded your head, not erratically like her, but calm - eerily calm.

"Never again."

5 years ago

Jinx as always was all over the place, that was just her personality, crazy as a bug but with the intelligence of the best inventors of Piltover. Probably better. Just the way you liked her, though you would like her even if she wasn't bat-shit crazy.

Where Jinx was messy, you made up for it with your preciseness, with your black suits and room put all together nicely. You appeared to be the opposite of Jinx, yet you both had more in common then anyone would ever think.

"Birds of a feather, flock together."

Even at fourteen years old, the world was already starting recognize you as the daughters of Silco.

They would never be ready for you.

6 months ago

"Y/n!" Jinx screamed at you, trying to warn you of the upcoming drop as you, Jinx, and Silco were leaping from the rooftops. As your dad decided to teach the two of you another lesson.

Yet it was too late, and your foot slipped as you threw your head back in laughter, and your body tumbled down to the hard, grim-ridden ground.

You didn't even get to finish your laugh.

It will never escape you, the irony of the situation. According to statics Jinx was the one who was the most likely to fall, hell even Silco had more of a chance of falling off the rooftops than you. Even with all your perfectness you still slipped from that roof.

Jinx went to jump down after you as Silco held her back she hit, yelled, and kicked him until exhaustion over took her. Although Silco held on all throughout the battle because he wasn't going to go and lose another daughter.

When they left, with a sobbing Jinx in tow a green light hovered over top of you as a brave firelight snatched you from the ground. Your faint pulse beating underneath his fingers.

8 years ago

"Y/n!" Powder called out for you.

"Powder?" You question her from your spot in your "nest" as Vander liked to call your special spot in the room.

She plops down on top of your lap with eyes full of tears she refused to shed lest she be called a baby by Mylo or Claggor.

"What's wrong Bug?" You ask her with her nickname that no one else was allowed to use. One time Violet tried and you knocked her in the jaw, you were on cleaning duty for a week after that.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around her, bringing her into a hug.

A smile is brought onto her face as she shakily replies. "Mylo said I was a jinx again Toots." She says your nickname back with a frown on her face when she speaks about her perpetrator.

Narrowing your eyes at the door as if Mylo would come through at that instant.

"I'll kill him." You growled and squeezed Powder gently in your arms.

Giggling, Powder shook her head. You always went for violence first, it was almost concerning for Vander and Vi as they were the only ones that could've distinguished that in the Lanes never thinking twice about violence made you dangerous. They wanted you safe, but they didn't want you to be dangerous to be so.

Despite this, Powder never went against your nature, and you never babied her but thought of her as a real person. A real friend, as an equal.

Not that the two of you knew that, you were both only eleven!

"Mylo is still one of us." She states snuggling into your arms. "You can use one of my glitter bombs though!"

7 years ago

Sure you had felt bad when you hadn't come back to Vander, but as a twelve year old you thought you knew the in and outs of everything. The secrets of the world. As you had willingly stayed with Silco when Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder were forced to leave you behind on a supply run gone bad.

The only person you truly missed was Powder, but you knew even through your childish jealousy that she would never leave Violet.

"Y/n." Silco called out to you, as your sharpened your new knives that he had gifted you.

"Yes?" You replied, placing your daggers on the table and jumped from your seat to meet up with the industrialist and a blue haired girl trailing behind him.

"I would like you to meet Jinx." He says, a bit nervously hoping that you - someone who is like a daughter to him would like the girl he had ultimately decided to take in as well.

He stepped to the side and-

Her.

"Bug?" You inquire confused, your mask that you had been wearing for a year had broken. She was back to you, you both were finally home.

5 days ago

"Bug, you have to let me go." You sigh as jinx wrapped her arms further around you and narrowed her eyes down at you.

"No! You'll leave, and I'll never get to tell you-" She chokes on a sob.

Your own eyes filled with tears, Jinx was the only person who could enlist such strong reactions from you. You wanted to hate it, but you would hate her in return if you did, and you could never hate your Bug.

Closing your eyes you realize what was truly going through her mind.

"I'm yours Jinx." You open your eyes to find her intense blue ones staring right back at you.

"I've always been yours."

Jinx blinked a couple of times before smiling her soft smile only few have seen. That even less deserve.

"Me to Toots."

1 day ago

"Thank you councilor for meeting up with me today" You examined your nails as if they weren't ugly and torn apart from where you lived. To this Councilor, it probably made you look unaffected by the contents of this meeting.

"I've seen to be meeting up with you people a lot." He says, obviously stressed.

His name was Jayce Talis, a new councilor and the easiest to manipulate considering Councilor Medarda did it pretty well. Also if he didn't want him and his friends to go down.

"Tell me councilor, what do you think the council will do when they figured out you gave a person of Zaun a hexstone."

You took out the stone from your pocket and let it fall around in your hands.

"What would happen to councilor Medarda for supporting? What would happen to your partner, in perhaps more ways then one; your dear Viktor? Would they send him back to the undercity?"

What could you say? You had done your research and those two inventors have been fueling the tension for years. Hopefully this would be enough to scare the two together.

You slowly let the news sink in and as he girts his teeth and curled his fists and finally the defender of Piltover gave in.

"What do you want." Talis raised his voice in fury.

"Clear Jinx's name." You stated as if it were so simple.

"The council won't just "let up" and clear her name without reason!"

You had a crooked grin on your face.

"Would a corrupt enforcer do it?"

3 years ago

Jinx's bomb exploded in the background as you calmly walked up to the cowering Pilte who had betrayed your father (Silco) and didn't transport the shimmer he was supposed to.

"Please..." He begged for his life, tears brimming his eyes as you flicked out a knife from the inside of your sleeve.

You looked at the man with a deadpan expression on your face, what a pathetic piece of garbage.

Some small little giggles could be heard coming from behind the Pilte causing you to smirk. As you turned around and started walking away you heard the grateful pleas of the man until there was another explosion behind you.

Jinx leaped up beside you and leaned her head against your shoulder as you gazed upon the sunset. It was a good sunset you had to admit, but it couldn't beat the ones in Zaun. You guys just had a far better view then them.

"Silco's going to pissed!" Jinx laughs and laced your hands together.

You shook your head as she swung your hands back and forward.

"I already took care of the idiot's affairs, father already knows."

"You're so formal!" She jumps in front of you, and jabs you in the ribs. "Lighten up Toots!"

Smiling at her, you take her face into your hands.

"That's your job Bug."

2 days ago

"Dad?" You questioned as you came into his office with your girlfriend beside you.

She hadn't left your side ever since she had taken you back from the Firelights clutches. It was a bit much and put a damper in your plans, (also there was the fact that you knew the ultimatum the idiot councilor had given Silco.)

Also you didn't know if you still deserved to call him the title you had given him years ago.

"Y/n?" His voice echoed around the room in disbelief before he was up and pulled up you into a hug.

Yes, there was always more to do but you had reunited with your father and now girlfriend.

You were home.

Present time

Jinx laid on your lap as you braided her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Zaun was finally free.

3 months ago

"Y/n, you can't just kill people because you want to!" Ekko seethed at you, furious as you played with a dagger.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself off of the tree. "And I already told you Ekko, I do what I want when you hurt Jinx!" You snarled.

Ekko sighed, this wasn't the first time he's had this conversation with you. You're a force to be reckoned with, he should have expected you to be, you were one of the half's of the daughters of Silco for crying out loud!

You were also the same as when you were young.

Although you were usually calm when you had this repeated conversation, Ekko knew when he could physically see you getting more angry every time, this time though you were nearly furious, he had to make a different deal with you.

"Okay Y/n, I'll make you a deal." He started officially picking at your interests, but he couldn't be quite sure so it made him slightly nervous. He did this thing where he would fiddle with his hands when he was nervous, he's done the same thing since he was a boy.

How has everything stayed the same yet it changed so much simultaneously?

"It's not possible for us not to harm Jinx, she's a constant around us and it isn't working."

You nearly wanted to snap at him, hurting Jinx had never been an option in your mind.

Your eyes flashed dangerously, but you waited still, to hear the rest of his bargain.

Ekko usually had more tricks up his sleeve then the other children in the past, it would be a useful skill to still have. For your sanity, and his life you hope he did.

"But I will personally make sure nobody kills Jinx, or fatally injures her and I will get you one of those stones from Piltover."

Blinking a few times you curled your hands together and as you did, Ekko took a few frantic steps back,

Ekko had made you enraged, because this is an offer you can't refuse.

So you calmed yourself and coolly placed your hand out for Ekko to shake as if you were the one to propose the deal in the first place.

Ekko hadn't given you freedom, but he had given you something to destroy Piltover. To clear Jinx's name.

A deal.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Hiii, can u make a one shot of having a beach day with powder 🐢?

(Yo! Sorry this took so long but I also was lazy and didn't write a oneshot, just headcannons. This may get a oneshot in the future tho. I also a sorta modern au? Anyways, enjoy!)

Let me get this clear, it's the most fun, chaotic and blood pressure spiking day anyone in this family has ever endured

Vander packed food, Benzo packed essentials, and Silco watched them pack while buying shit for his favorite niece Powder

But Silco forces everyone to wear sunscreen

Powder liked collecting the seashells around

She had like this toy sifter and would go around and sift out the sand to find those little sand bugs and seashells

Vi goes out and collects sea shells for her sister out farther from shore

Powder 10/10 loves the wildlife around there

She finds a crab and throws it at you.

Names it Jeremiah, gives him a mission, and throws him at you

There is no mercy.

She and you dig a hole, a giant one at that

She saw a video online where you cover it with a towel and wait

Your victims were Vi and Ekko

They both just walked over and BOOM

Both their asses down in the ground

Vi was yelling at you guys as she had to lit Ekko out to go get Vander

And you guys dug a MASSIVE hole

A deep one too so much so that Vander laughed so hard when he saw Vi down there

Had to pull her up with Benzos help

Ekko found it funny while Vi did not

Vi chased you both around for the longest time before you both hid from her with Silco

Man's was determined to hide you both, you guys are his favorite

He doesn't hide it either

Powder love, love LOVES making elaborate sand castles

It's a full on job

She forces everyone to participate

It's like a construction site

Forces everyone to have a job

And if anyone breaks a part or messed up, Powder is scary man

Takes her sand castles very seriously

Powder also burries you in the sand

Promises to get you out but doesn't hold up her promise

She finds Jeremiah and leaves him there with you as your stuck in the ground

Vi also picks up Powder and body slams her sister into the big ass waves crashing into them

Powder nearly drowns and has to be saved because she inhaled salt water

A better part of the day is going under water for a minute with goggles on and laying on the sand while looking up through the waves

It's so pretty and she loves it while she can before you both have to go up for air

Powder is that child to be playing mermaids with

She gives the game lore and everything

She finds seaweed and stares at Mylo for a hot minute before she chases after him with it

Mylo hates seaweed with a burnjng passion, the feeling of it is just his major ick

Powder is also one to play chicken fight with you

She's on Vi's shoulders while you are on Claggor's

She loses

And Powder is PETTY asf

She almost drowns you guys with water guns while she forces Vander to be on her side

Vander is just happy to torture his kids

In a fun way tho it's okay sweetie

Also, right when everyone starts to pack up for the day and head home

Vander does a head count and misses three people

You, Powder and Ekko were all missing

Most definitely had an "Oh, shit." Moment

Silco is yelling, Vi is panicking, Benzo is looking for his kid, Claggors is having a panic attack, and Mylo couldn't give two shits

Less kids to annoy him

But he is the one to first point it out

"Found them."

"Where?!"

Everyone just watched as he points out to sea and looked in horror to see you, Powder and Ekko drifting away on a watermelon floatie

Ekko is waving happily and Powders playing ship captain and you're paddling away with your feet

Que everyone having to run out and swim to go get your asses

Once you gets almost drowned, get scolded, Silco breaks it up

"How dare you yell at them!"

That's him all the time

Is the meme of the dad holding his kid in towels as everyone is just annoyed

But out of everything, it was an amazing day with the people you love most

Vander just needs to now take blood pressure medication

Vi won't let Powder go

Ekkos grounded, but happily

Mylo still couldn't give two shits

Silcos proud

Benzo found it funny

And Claggor is in therapy

You?

Powder brought Jeremiah back

…run.

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sihakadan · 1 year

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If requests are open, might I ask for touch-starved Silco with a very affectionate s/o?

*rubs hands together like a fly* of course anon.

Gonna keep it SFW and just full of fuzzy feelings. Rat man time.

After being betrayed and hurt so many times, he swore he'd never let anyone get close to him again. Jinx was all he needed, would ever need, and if anything tried to change that, it would be eliminated.

But he just wasn't expecting you.

You were brought in to help with all the mundane paperwork and keeping his things in order so that he could keep the leash on the chem-barons tight. It was a lot of work cleaning up all the papers and dealing with anything going in and out of the office, but you did very well. Silco decided to keep you around for that alone, but especially when he caught you teaching Jinx how to paint her nails, letting her practice on you. The little girl held up your hands with pride, blue and pink polish all over your finger tips, asking him to do his now.

As time went on, he relied on you more and more, trusting you enough to ask you for advice. You seemed to always look at the problem a little more objectively and with a level mind. And then it progressed into talking about his frustrations and annoyances. Little steps, but Silco didn't even know he was making them.

Today Jinx had pushed him to the brink and he had to be firm with her. Of course, it was the right thing to do, but the guilt he felt when Jinx's eyes filled with tears hurt his heart a bit.

"She'll get over it, eventually. She never just stays mad." You said as you sat at the desk, filling his glass and pushing his lighter and cigar towards him.

Silco hummed as he took the cigar, cutting the tip off of it. "She is getting to that age where she is finding herself."

"Kids push boundaries." You nodded. "I used to be just as bad."

"I highly doubt that. Jinx is unique." Well, he didn't mean to imply you were not unique, but trying to picture you as an agent of chaos was hard to do.

Chuckling, you gave him a small smile. "That she is." You reached across the desk and put your hand over his. "You are doing the best you can. It's not the end of the world."

The moment your warm hand touched his, he froze. No one besides Jinx dared to touch him and it had been a very, very long time since anyone had shown him affection. But he didn't know how much he craved it until you took his hand. Before you withdrew your it, his turned over and gently, wrapping his fingers around yours and holding them gently.

Your mouth fell open a bit in surprise, but your heart jumped up into your throat. Silco was examining your hand with his fingers, slowly running the pad of his thumb over the top of your hand, feeling the soft skin there. He then looked at each finger, admiring the ink stains and the occasional paper cut.

"Sir?" It was such a soft whisper, a bit broken as you felt like you could barely breath.

"Silco. Just Silco." He said softly, humming gently before letting your hand go. If he didn't stop, he was afraid he would frighten you. "Thank you for your assistance. I need a moment to think." He said before turning his chair around toward the window, looking down at his hand. Silco wanted that warmth again, the feeling of your skin against his. Your skin, not anyone else's.

You held your hand to your chest as you got up and walked towards the door, biting your lip as you tried not to smile like a buffoon. You stopped in the doorway, turning to look at the back of the chair, a deep blush on your cheeks. "Of course...Silco."

He should have been letting you say his name sooner.

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A/N: sorry for taking so long. Hope this is what you had in mind!

#arcane #arcane netflix #arcane silco #silco x reader

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ace-of-zaun · 2 years

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Pas de Deux: pt. I

Silco x f!reader - SFW

CW: ballerina!reader, obsessive silco, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, voyeurism, creepy behaviour, implied past emotional abuse, referenced murder, swears, reader is almost as manipulative and morally corrupt as silco, slow burn/enemies to lovers/stockholm syndrome?

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Summary: As a young ballerina who scammed their way into a life of luxury in Piltover, you find yourself desperately trying to keep the con alive with every performance you give. But when you catch the attention of none other than the Eye of Zaun himself, your life takes an unexpected turn, as Silco decides that he simply cannot let you out of his grasp again…

A/N: something a little bit darker…please mind the tags my lovelies -elsie x

With a stomach full of butterflies and a steadily increasing heart rate, you give your hands a quick shake, roll your shoulders back a few times, and stare up at the ornate ceiling above you. It was always like this before a performance and the one you were about to give was probably the most important of your career so far.

Sure, as a professional ballerina, you’d performed hundreds of times over the years, but this one was different, because it would be the deciding factor in whether or not you’d be able to stay in Piltover.

You weren’t born Topside. No, you were born in the Undercity, alongside the thousands of other woeful souls that weakly battled for their survival, one miserable day at a time. But unlike them, you’d managed to claw your way out of the smog and sorrow by stealing a life that you were never truly destined to keep.

It was quite a funny story really, well, funny to you, as it had worked out rather well in your favour. Costumed in a stolen dress and a necklace full of fake pearls, one night you’d managed to sneak your way over the bridge and into the City of Progress, unaware that your life was about to irreparably change.

Your plan had been to find and crash a party, stealing as much as you could from the stuck-up Pilties, who you’d decided long ago did not deserve to keep their vast wealth and wasteful attitudes. But as you stalked through the streets looking for a house filled with targets, your scheme had quite literally been halted in its tracks by the sudden collision into your future husband.

Of course, you hadn’t really planned on marrying a man nearly three times your age when you’d begun your night of crime, but, you know, when in Piltover. The crash had caused you to trip and twist your ankle badly, sprawled out on the cobbled pavement with a new tear in your pilfered outfit.

The man was horrified. He’d insisted on carrying you back to his house- well, mansion, as you soon found out- and seeing to your injuries himself. The least he could do, he’d said, obviously buying into your stolen costume and character.

As it turned out, he was one of the directors at Piltover’s esteemed Academy of Ballet, which was quickly revealed to be a very lucrative job, given the fact that his house was the most opulent you had ever seen in your life. Chandeliers in every room, paintings that cost more than your entire year’s rent, furniture delicately gilded with gold.

You’d have been disgusted if you weren’t so awe-struck.

With your iced ankle propped up on a cushion and leg extended across the velvet chaise longue, you’d decided right there and then that you wouldn’t be going back home to the Undercity. You were going to stay here if it was the last thing you did.

All it had taken were a few melodramatic tears, an over-exaggerated claim that your ankle was feeling far worse than it actually was, and a well-placed hand on the man’s knee, and you’d trapped him.

You hadn’t crossed the bridge back to the Undercity since.

It really didn’t take you long to get the old man to propose to you. It took you even less time to kill him.

Of course, you’d made it look natural. During your marriage, you’d made sure to play the part of the dutiful little housewife, standing by your husband’s side at every tedious event, putting in thousands of hours of training to become one of his prized ballerinas. When he’d choked his final, pathetic breath, no-one had even batted an eyelid at you, meaning you’d instantly inherited his disgustingly vast wealth and his lavish estate. Just like that. It almost felt too easy.

The decision to murder your husband had been paramount, because soon after your marriage, he’d begun to subtly and maliciously control every aspect of your life. Really, your only escape was ballet. You found solace in the disciplined nature of the art, comfort in the aching muscles and exhausted mind after hours of practice, relief in eluding his torment for just a few short hours during a rehearsal.

And that was how you’d found yourself where you were now. A young, widowed ballerina, fighting for the opportunity to stay in a place you’d never really belonged anyway.

You were nervously pacing alone in an empty part of the museum, waiting for your cue to enter the space where the stage had been set up. You’d been asked to perform at the grand opening of the new building, yet another place for the rich to display and aimlessly view their pompous art. They didn’t realise how much of a privilege art was. No, they didn’t realise how many barriers they’d placed to ensure art was a privilege and not a universal right, as it should be.

The signal comes and with a sharp intake of breath, you straighten your posture, and lift your head high. After years of practice, no-one in this artificial city could tell that you weren't really one of them. That your illustrious life in Piltover had been a scam.

As you round the corner, finally in view of the large audience, your facial expression adopts a mask of impassivity and elegance. All eyes are on you as you take your place on the centre of the tiny stage, gracefully poised in your starting position.

The slow, classical music begins and so does your performance. You begin by taking a step and lifting your arms, one in front of your head, the other out to your side, as you carefully raise one leg in a graceful arabesque. It’s simple enough, until you slowly tip your body forward, so your lifted arm is nearly touching the floor, and your legs are almost at a 180 degree angle. This particular move takes a great degree of skill in balance, but as always, you accomplish it effortlessly.

There are a few little gasps of wonder from the audience, but it doesn’t spark even the tiniest glimmer of pride in you as it once did when you first began to perform. Now, it just meant that you were doing your job correctly.

Not that anyone could tell thanks to your demure expression, but the reason you were so nervous about this particular performance was due to it being your last chance to retain your faux life in the City of Progress. The money your late husband had left you was running out. Rather recklessly, you’d neglected holding back in continuing his extravagant lifestyle, until you’d slowly depleted his stockpile of riches.

I mean, who could blame you? As a Zaunite, you were raised on the assumption that every day could be your last, so you’d jumped at the chance to live how you never had done before, in fear that it would be taken away from you at a moment’s notice.

So you’re hoping, no, desperately praying to whichever god was listening, that this performance will catch the eye of a councillor or another rich benefactor who could be your patron. Of course, you’d eventually marry them after a few years of measured courting and subtle manipulation. And thus the cycle would begin again.

You were not going back to the Undercity.

With the allegro section completed, you catch your breath during the slower, adage portion of the dance, your body flowing through the controlled movements with ease. You’d practised this routine so many times, you could now perform it purely on muscle memory, meaning you were able to let your mind wander as your body moved. You take the opportunity to scan the crowd, hoping to spot your new potential sponsor.

Instead, your eyes land on a lean figure, dressed in clothes that are much darker in colour and much more asymmetrical in style compared to those standing around him. Except it’s not his outfit that catches your attention, but his discordant, striking eyes.

Silco. The King of the Undercity.

You can’t help the way you begin to panic.

What was he doing here? His hatred of Piltover and especially their pageantry was infamous at this point, so why would he bother showing up to the opening of an art gallery and museum, no less?

Anyone with a decent amount of sense knew that Silco was someone to be afraid of. If not for his reputation as a ruthless drug lord, steadily oscillating shimmer into the streets of the Undercity like the persistent thumping of a rotting heart, then surely for the fact that he killed anyone who stood in his way.

Silco was a man, no, monster, who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.

You force yourself to focus on the dance instead of the Eye of Zaun, on the combination of steps that make your feet ache in the stiff pointe shoes.

Do not think about him or the many horrific atrocities he has committed. Focus on the steps.

Posé turn, posé turn, chassé pas de bourrée.

Ignore him. Ignore him.

Ignore him.

Before you know it, the routine has ended and the music has faded, replaced with the resonant sound of polite clapping from the audience. It startles you back into reality, your mind suddenly transported from its distant state of panic to the scene before you.

Taking a deep curtsy and bowing your head with the movement, your eyes instantly snap to Silco’s when you rise.

It feels like he could burn a hole into your head with the way he’s looking at you so intensely. It’s jarring.

Frustratingly, you can’t read his expression, his face being one of carefully cultivated neutrality. Only his eyes give him away, and even then it’s subtle. You’re pretty sure at this point he’s doing it on purpose.

Probably spent years practising it in the mirror, the sociopath.

You climb off the stage as gracefully as you can and notice him pushing through the crowd towards you with an alarming amount of intent. Quite frankly, the look in his seafoam eye is terrifying. You’re certain you’ve never seen a person look so determined before.

You need to get out of there.

It only takes a few well-calculated steps of nimbly slipping past bodies, before you’re away from prying (polluted) eyes and through the back door of the museum. Luckily, your driver is waiting for you in the carriage where you’d left him earlier, meaning you can hurl yourself into the backseat and be quickly driven away from the building and more importantly, from him.

As you’re making your way back to your mansion through the cobbled streets, you take a deep breath and slowly exhale a bitter concoction of relief and exhaustion.

You’d have to apologise to the museum director for ditching when you’d been invited to stay for the rest of the party, you think once you’d finally calmed down. Ah well, nothing that a good-natured, intimate dinner wouldn’t fix.

Truthfully, you hadn’t even thought of the consequences when you’d made a beeline straight for the exit. You’d just needed to get away from Silco. One thing you know for sure is that you do not want to talk to him. Not if you knew what was good for you.

But little did you know, you’d bewitched the infamous Eye of Zaun the very second he’d laid eyes on your beautiful form, and he certainly wasn’t going to let you get away as easily as that. Not if he had any say in it…

Which he always did.

Despite your best efforts, you’d still not shaken Silco’s persistent look from your thoughts when you found yourself in the dance studio a few days later. You were stood with one hand on the barre, the other slowly moving in time to the music, as you gradually warmed up your muscles with a series of routine exercises.

Two demi pliés, one grand plié. Three ronds de jambes, relevé.

Your movements were under careful scrutiny of one of the senior ballet teachers, who’d supervised your training for the past few months. A cruel lady, who hated your guts for the simple fact that she’d been in love with your husband. I mean, it wasn’t your fault he chose you over the old hag, but that didn’t stop her from taking it out on you.

Her criticisms were relentless, even using a short cane to slap your arms and legs into place, instead of simply telling you the corrections like the other teachers did. Witch. You didn’t really care, she was just a bitter old woman who took her dissatisfaction in life out on you.

In any case, you had much more important matters to attend to, considering Silco had single-handedly ruined your chances of finding a new patron at the event. Not only had his sharp gaze startled you enough to put you on edge for the past few days, he’d also potentially screwed up your plans for the future as well. Just great.

Finally finished with the barre exercises, you move into the centre of the room to begin rehearsing the routine you’d been perfecting for the last few weeks, in preparation for your next performance. The music fills the room and you easily slip into the rhythm of the movement.

Pas de bourrée couru, and turn, glissade, pas de chat, soutenu turn.

A flurry of movement in the corner of the room catches your eye and it nearly throws you off balance, as you push your muscles to complete a difficult step. It isn’t until you turn in a double pirouette that you subsequently notice who has entered the room.

The Eye of Zaun. Stood in the corner of the studio, watching your every move as you try to continue your dance.

Oh, fuck.

Silco observes you floating through the space with each graceful step and he swears his corroded heart has stopped beating at the sight. You were ethereal.

It had been rather easy for him to find you, once he knew your name. And gods above, learning your beautiful name had been a revelation to him. A spiritual, life-changing experience.

Silco had known the instant he’d seen you on that stage in the museum that you were a divine being. The sheer power in your muscles, yet the light elegance that coated each movement you made. A delicious oxymoron.

He also knew that he would never let you run from him again.

He’d wanted to ravish you right there and then in front of all those stuck-up Topsiders, and then gently kiss away every loving bruise and blemish he’d have made on your gorgeous skin. But by the time he’d reached the exit, you were already gone, dust and smoke filling the air as your carriage sped away. Silco had punched the wall in his anger.

But now he’d found you again and he felt like his soul had been set alight.

As he watches you, it takes all his strength not to get down on the floor and worship the ground you danced on. He’s never been this obsessed with a person before. It was like a madness had come over him. Like you’d cast a spell on him by simply existing.

The harmonious music comes to an end and he goes to speak to you, but the old lady who must be your instructor dismisses you from the room. You don’t even look at him fully as you leave, only glancing at him in the reflection of the mirrored wall as you quickly cross the space, into a door that he presumes leads to the changing rooms.

Silco clenches his fist. The old woman approaches him, probably presuming he was here to speak to her. Part of him wants to spit at her for her grossly mistaken assumption. Instead, he takes a deep breath and releases his grip.

No matter. He has a plan. One that will ensure that once he has you, you will never leave his side.

Hours later, Silco stands across the street from a grand mansion, hidden in the shadows created by the dark, overcast clouds in the night sky. Most Zaunites would be taking advantage of actually being able to see the sky, a privilege not granted to those in the dark belly of the Undercity, but Silco had a much more irresistible view that had captured his unwavering attention.

You move across one window of the mansion towards the dresser in your bedroom, your figure backlit by the lamp on the bedside cabinet, and Silco wets his lips with his tongue. With your back to him, your top is removed followed by your loose joggers, leaving you in just your underwear. Silco inhales a sharp intake of breath as your bra is taken off and quickly replaced by a loose pyjama top. He waits with anticipation for the final item of clothing to be discarded, but instead you exit the room. Shit.

It had been a rather productive afternoon, even if he said so himself. As such, Silco is rewarding himself with the beautiful sight of you going about your daily life, blissfully unaware of his presence, like it was a private show just for him. He deserved that much, didn’t he?

After speaking with your obnoxious dance teacher, Silco had obtained a private meeting with one of the Academy’s directors. An unpleasant man, who had been rather abrasive with the kingpin, until Silco had humbly mentioned that the director’s visits to Zaun’s many brothels were not exactly a secret. Of course, Silco had also insinuated that it would a crying shame if his wife and the rest of the board were to find out…

Granted, the man had been more than forthcoming for the rest of the meeting.

Silco’s only demand was that you were to be brought to him. Concerningly, the man had barely protested your removal from the pretentious city. After that, all that was left was for Silco to instruct the director to devise a rumour as to why you had suddenly disappeared from your ostentatious life.

It wasn’t his problem. No, Silco’s ‘problem’ now was making sure you were happy and fully provided for in the comfort of his own home.

You re-enter the bedroom after a few minutes, switch off the bedside lamp, and climb into the lofty four-poster bed. The kingpin wishes with all his being that he could climb in after you, pressing his nose into your soft hair, gently stroking his hands along your smooth skin. But he knew he couldn’t. Not yet.

It wouldn’t be long now. Patience Silco. Just a little bit more time until you were safely in his arms, where you belonged.

Silco takes one last wistful look at your sleeping figure before he stalks down the street, slipping further into the shadows and back towards his home. One sentence floats ambiguously through the busy stream of his conscious thoughts as he does, until he plucks it out of the river and sharpens it.

He will have you and you will love him.

The next morning, you’d finished getting dressed and were planning on spending the majority of the day cleaning the mansion. Well, as much of it as you could in one day, you reason. The cleaners had been let go once you’d realised you no longer had the funds to pay them, so the job had immediately fallen to you. You’d much rather be taking a nice stroll in the warmth of the sunshine, but it was vital that you kept up appearances if the con was going to continue to work.

A ring of the doorbell interrupts your frustrations at having to clean such an excessive amount of space and you almost sigh in relief. Pulling the large front door open reveals one of the Ballet Academy’s directors, a man who you’d spoken with often enough over the past few years, but that didn’t mean you knew him all that well. At least, not well enough for him to be standing on your doorstep at nine in the morning.

“Oswald, what are you doing here?” you ask, confused.

“I need you to come with me and inspect a new venue we’re thinking of buying,” he tells you, and your gut feeling instantly tells you that he’s on edge.

But, you had no reason not to trust him, and he’d been a friend of your late husband's for years, so of course, you choose to ignore it. Perhaps he was having trouble at home.

“What new venue?”

“Get your coat, I’ll tell you in the carriage,” Oswald says, quickly turning his back on you to clamber back into the carriage waiting on the street.

You grab your coat and keys, locking the front door before following him.

Really, you should have spotted the myriad red flags that lined your entire bizarre exchange with the man, but ironically, red flags only seem to gain their colour when it’s too late. It only dawns on you that something may be wrong when the carriage you’re travelling in crosses the bridge over the River Pilt, and into the Undercity.

Your eyes widen in panic and dart over to Oswald, who is pointedly looking away from you.

“Why the hell are we going to the Undercity?” you demand, furious that he hadn’t warned you beforehand.

He ignores you and you feel like you’re about to start screaming from sheer confusion and fear. Where was he taking you? Wherever it was, you knew the excuse of going to visit a new venue was a lie. What could he possibly want to do with you in the Undercity?

You desperately try the door to the carriage, but find it locked, probably by the driver after you’d gotten in. Fuck.

With nothing else to do, you watch in horror as the dreadfully familiar streets of Zaun pass by your window. Your stomach twists as the memories of your childhood begin to flood your panicking brain.

No, no, no, you couldn’t be back here. Not after everything you’d done to get out of the wretched city.

After a long drive that takes you deeper and deeper into the city with every turn, the car stops and you assume you’ve arrived at whatever destination Oswald has in store for you.

You reluctantly peer through the window again and feel your stomach sink at the grim sight.

You’re at The Last Drop. Silco’s headquarters.

You hear a click and soon realise that it’s the sound of the door being unlocked from the outside. You stay seated, stubbornly glaring at Oswald with almost as much hatred as you gave your late husband. It takes every inch of your self-control not to surge across the carriage and throttle him.

“Get out of the carriage,” he says quietly, still avoiding eye contact with you.

“No.”

Before he can begin to argue, the door swings open and a large, metal arm reaches in, heaving you out of the carriage. You grasp at the sides of the door, kicking against the body pulling at you, but you’re left powerless when another strong arm wraps around your waist and wrenches you onto the street.

“You fucking bastard!” you scream at Oswald, at the person yanking you out of the carriage, at the entire universe for bringing you to the very last place you wanted to be.

Now stood on pavement, you watch in dismay as the carriage door is shut and begins to speed off into the distance, presumably taking Oswald back to Piltover. The sight of it makes you want to sob.

But there’s no time to even think, as the person who hauled you out of the carriage is revealed to be a tall, powerful woman, who was sneering down at you with no small amount of annoyance.

“Walk,” she demands, giving you a shove through the open front door of the bar.

Normally, you’d have protested or even tried to fight your way out of the situation, given your ruthless upbringing in the Undercity, but the sheer amount of bodyguards surrounding you would have made it impossible.

Instead, you’re left with no other option but to blindly follow, as you’re led through the empty bar, up two sets of stairs, and finally into a surprisingly sophisticated office. The very first thing that catches your attention is the large, intricately designed window at the back of the room, that allows green light to pour into the room.

Standing in front of said window is a man, whose stylised outfit and wiry figure you quickly recognise from the dance studio. He turns to face you, his hands clasped behind his back.

Once again, you can’t decipher Silco’s cryptic expression, as he stalks over to where you were now standing in the middle of the room. The first thing that catches you off guard is the way he says your name in a that’s tone so soft, you almost miss it.

Frozen from shock, you’re powerless to fight him as he reaches out and lightly strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers, letting them trail down the outside of your arm until he reaches your hand. Silco takes your hand, raises it up, and dips his head to give your knuckles the most delicate kiss.

“Enchanted to finally meet you properly,” he says smoothly, looking deep into your eyes, “I must say, I was enraptured by your performance at the gallery.”

Oh. You weren’t expecting that. Given his less-than-desirable reputation, you were expecting him to simply kill you or, at the very least, threaten you.

“Uh, thank you,” you tell him awkwardly, before your curiosity gets the better of you, sprouting from the fact that you do not want to stay here any longer than you need to, “Sorry, but why am I here?”

His grip on your hand tightens infinitesimally and his head tilts a fraction to the side.

“Because you’re mine now,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You think you must have heard him wrong, despite him being less than a foot away from you. There’s no way he said what you thought he just said.

You shake your head in confusion.

“What?”

“My dear, I don’t think you understand how captivated I am by you. I simply cannot let you out of my grasp again.”

The room starts to spin as you take short, sharp breaths.

And you must look absolutely terrified because Silco takes a hold of your other hand, gazing at you with genuine concern.

“Please don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I want to take care of you, love you. And I hope one day soon, you will love me in return,” he tells you, his voice full of hope.

You don’t know what to think. To feel. I mean, how are you meant to react to a perfect stranger telling you that you now belong to him and you cannot leave?

The panic response finally kicks in and your body automatically chooses flight.

Ripping your hands from Silco’s grasp, you stumble backwards away from him, missing the look of hurt that crosses over Silco’s face as you try to bolt towards the door. But you’re easily stopped by one of the large bodyguards, who grabs onto you roughly.

“Let me go!” you scream, thrashing about in his grip, trying desperately to get away from him.

Tears begin to haze your vision. Tears of anger and fear and pure shock that spill down your cheeks and onto the floor of Silco’s office.

“Take my sweetheart to her new bedroom,” Silco orders, his shoulders drooping dejectedly. He sounds disappointed. Disappointed at the fact that you don’t want to stay with him in forced captivity.

But you’re too busy attempting to fight your way out of the wretched place to even notice, uselessly slamming your fists against the bodyguard as he picks you up and begins to carry you out of the office.

Silco watches the scene in front of him impassively and you manage to catch his final, barely-concealed threat to you, spoken in a low, rough voice, before you’re carted off down the hallway.

“You’ll come around to me, my darling, sooner or later.”

PART 2

A/N: i hope this was an okay first chapter! I wrote this bc i miss doing ballet and i wanted to write something a bit more sinister and complicated. Lots more to come!! (but i’m also still writing fluff for those who prefer that!)

#silco #silco x reader #silco x f!reader #silco x you #silco fic #silco arcane

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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Ekko and Viktor x Reader who is always tinkering

EKKO

Ever since Ekko knew you, he was surprised when you had something knew

But not really surprised at the same time

Because whenever he would see you, you had a tool in your hand and a gadget in the other

Fixing something or making something you were on it

You also helped him when making stuff a lot too

The hoverboards?

Your design and he found the parts

You two were like parts in a machine

You needed to work together for it to work

But also at times you would work alone

Most of the time to be honest

Because you always had something knew

He loved when he would come to you after a long day and you would be giddy and show him something knew you made

He also loved to sit across from you as you went on and on about how you made it, down to finding the parts all the way to the final gears

Exhibit A:

Ekko sighed, holding his hoverboard and mask in each hand as he walked up the stairs up to your guys' room at the top of the tree.

'Why did I put it so high?' He cursed himself under his breath, he felt like going to sleep and never waking up.

The mission went rogue, Silco was expanding by the day and a newcomer decided to deviate from the plan and try and take out Sevika. Didn't end well.

He finally got to both your room, opening the door and immediately waking up as he saw your face.

"Hey, babe!" You smiled, kissing him on his cheek, balancing a box on your free arm.

"Hey- what are you doing?" He asked, confused as you took his mask and hoverboard quickly. You set them aside on the bed, tossing them lightly as you grabbed his hand.

"Come! Come!" You smiled, dragging him over quickly to your desk. He almost tripped at how fast you pulled him.

"What's this?" He smiled, 7 up a gadget on the desk. It was quite small and had a small flash that went off every few seconds.

"Okay, so you know how some of us fall off our boards while on missions?"

You quickly spoke, Ekko nodding as you took it from his hand. "Well, this is like a tracker to stick on the board and on yourself so the board can find you!"

"How?" He asked, sitting in the chair as you hopped on the desk. "So first, you put it in maybe your holster and with the locater it sends out a wave that finds the tracker that matches." You explained, Ekko humming as an answer.

The more you talked your voice became more distant, Ekko staring at your face and the spark in your eye as you explained your creation.

He loved the spark in your eye, he was grateful he was the one seeing it.

VIKTOR

Viktor loved when you got in the small zone you went in when creating

He also loved that you likes to help him in the lab

He had known you ever since the Undercity

You both grew up together and Heimerdinger found you both at once

And you stuck together throughout your academy days

He liked when you would help in the lab

Your own small creations being mixed in with Hextech

Ever since he had known you, you always had some sort of tool in your hand and a device in the other

You often fell asleep like that

He sometimes worried about you being consumed in your work

Same case for you but with him

So you both help each other

He loved when you would sit with him in the lab

Both in silence, only sound would be the metal to your tools clinking together

He liked to think it represented the making of what held and started your relationship altogether

You first met him when young when you were working on a cane for him

You saw him around and thought it would be nice

Today was one of those lab days

You and Viktor sat in the lab, in silence as you sat on the desk. He sat in front of you, working on a blueprint for a Hextech design.

Or that's what you thought, in reality he was making a blueprint for a gift for you. Flowers that wouldn't wilt, like how his love for you would never wilt.

He often looked up at you, you sat on the desk with a tool in your hand and a small, remote looking device in your other hand.

He didn't know what it was but he loved your face when you were concentrating. Even if you didn't know you stuck your tongue out a little from the corner of your mouth.

Your eyebrow also was a bit furrowed. Your hair fell slightly in your face.

You may not have noticed but he did and subconsciously, he gave a small chuckle. You looked up, surprised.

"Hmm? What is it, Viktor?" You asked, curious. He shook his head. "No, nothing. Go back to your gadget." He smiled, you looked confused but shook your head and went back to it with a smile.

He went back to his own project, smiling as he listened to the soft clinking of metal from your tools.

He loved these days

#arcane x reader #arcane #arcane ekko #arcane viktor #ekko arcane #viktor arcane x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor x you #arcane ekko x reader #arcane ekko x you #ekko x reader #viktor x reader

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roxnpens · 4 months

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Firefly

Chapter Four: Happy now!?

TW: [Gore], [violence]

Chapter summery

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

Taglist:

Taglist: @juniper-sunny @deny-the-issue @fantadym @mmartos @astudyincontrasts @averagecrastinator @ace-of-zaun @artwithvivien @zaunitekiwi @x-amount-verbs @chaoticlicense @silcosentropy @silcoitus @sirenofzaun @spoczkot @writingmysanity

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We wear red so they don't see us bleed

Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve

We intend not to sleep 'til we're dead

Drink our problems right out of our heads

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Here comes trouble

(Trouble)

Valerie Broussard - Trouble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vander… you can't be serious. You pair me with the new girl? The little girl? Pair me up with Benzo - it’ll work better than me working with… with this.. TODDLER.."

Vander sighs and turns his attention to Silco: “She’s not a toddler - she is pretty good and has a good eye. You’re both smart and have very good awareness of your surroundings. THAT’S why I paired you two and now go out there and find something out. Take the River-Side-Area… heard the Enforcers are gathering there more often these days - might be worth a visit.”

Then Vander turns around and walks off to tend the bar.

Silco sighs big time and turns to you. “Let's go - I want this to be over soon…”

“For a change: I couldn't but agree…”, you admit.

Together with Silco you walk towards the “River-Side” area. It’s a less populated area, based next to a river whose waters were polluted by the chemicals they pumped into it from the weapon factory that was just a stones throw away from the river. It smells bad. Really bad. Like you stick your head into the chemicals themselves. But it's not as bad as it once was.

Silco walks two steps in front of you, scanning his surroundings with an eagle eye, with these beautiful cerulean gems.

You shake your head.

No, no, no, no - not the time, not the place for thoughts like that!

Suddenly he holds you by your arms and pulls you behind a corner. “SHHH!” Together you watch a couple Enforcers rounding the block. Over Silcos shoulder you watch them walking around cautiously, always trying to keep an eye on the people around them and passing them. It was more than suspicious.

“They’re way too cautious for a normal patrol…”, you mindlessly say aloud.

Silco rolls his eyes. “Did you just deduce that yourself, Professor? What would I ever do without your great mind…”

“Fuck you Silco…”, you storm off in the direction of the Enforcers.

His eyes grow big in confusion and glance with a touch of anger. “What in the world is your problem woman?? Don’t go right at them or you'll get yourself killed!”

“Yeah… like you?”, annoyance drips from your voice. You are far too pissed off by him to calm your voice down.

“Listen girly, if you wanna help - help. If not: STAND. OUT. OF. MY. WAY. GIRLY”, Silcos eyes narrows you down and the both of you stand face to face again.

You make an angry - mouth closed outcry and step around him - just away from him… but definitely in the wrong direction. You walk head first into a brought shouldered enforcer. You slowly look up to the man but the only thing you can see is his eyes.

“Hey rat - Watch where you’re going.”, the enforcer sounds pissed and pushes you back so you fall against Silco.

"HEY!! Get away.” Silco pushes you away from him.

“Stop it!”, you retort and the both of you almost start a fistfight, when suddenly the enforcers surround you. Silco and you now stand back to back, facing the enforcers.

“Ey boys… time the rats learn how to be quiet and how to have respect.” the enforcer you bumped into said and even though you can’t see his face - you know he’s smiling in anticipation.

„Happy now!?“ you ask Silco. Your anger and annoyance about the situation is audible. With that your little fight begins. You take on the enforcer right in front of you by blocking his incoming fist and catching his other as he tries again. With his one fist in your grasp, you first punch him to the gut and then his face. The force of your punch knocks him off his feet and on the ground. You dodge a punch from an enforcer to your side and get a glimpse of Silco fighting back the enforcers on his side. His stance is like that of an amateur boxer - not the best technique but definitely not the worst either. He manages to get the enforcers of his neck, even though he cashes some punches.

Suddenly a strong punch hits your shoulder blade - it’s a sharp pain that goes right through every nerve of your chest and into your arms. The pain triggers your arcane magic right underneath your skin - the magic begins bubbling up from your bones and searching its way up through the fibers of your body.

No, no, no, no, no - not now!!

You panic in your head. It’s not the right time to set this place ablaze anytime soon!!

With great mental pain and effort you manage to keep your magic in check. But now you're angry - you’ve been through pain again… the thing you never wanted anymore. You turned your face - looking the enforcer that hurt you dead in the eye. The enforcer stumbled backwards - rigid with fear. Your pupil changed color to a blazing orange - the color of your fire. Unfortunately when your magic activates, your eyes change color. You attacked the enforcer right away - planting a heel roundhouse kick in his face which instantly knocked him out. Lucky for you, your eye color changes back to normal and you attack the next enforcer.

Once you knocked the third one out, you looked around for Silco. You see him struggling with two enforcers. He managed to knock two of them out, but the last two really gave him a hard time. You rushed to him and guarded his right side. He gave you a short look of appreciation and focused on the enforcers ahead. Now both of them were no problem anymore and you quickly knocked them out.

“Not bad…” Silco smiled slightly and it was a beautiful smile.

“Thanks.. not bad yours…”

“I wasn’t finished!”, Silco said in a sharp tone. “Not bad… for a little girl.”

You roll your eyes and now Silco laughs aloud.

From the cornor of your eye you noticed a movement - one of the enforcers Silco knocked out wasn’t as knocked out as he pretended to be. Be rose, this breathing mask was torn off and his nose bled. The enforcer pulled a knife from his boot - a 7cm blade, nothing bad, standard enforcer equipment. But he charged from his spot, aiming at Silco!

“Move!!” you yell. You shove him aside and place yourself in his stead. The knife hit your left shoulder from the front, piercing your flash and got stuck at with its hilt.

Silcos eyes widen in surprise and when the blade hits in… how could you name it? Fear? Surprise? As if you just did the most selfless thing pushing him to the side.

He regained his composure when the hilt of the knife got to your shoulder. Silco tackles the enforcer to the next wall and punches him twice in the face. The enforcer faints and slides down the wall - now really knocked out.

Silco sprints to you, “Girl!! Are you crazy for taking such a blow?? You could have been killed!! Janna…”

“Relax… it’s a flesh wound… nothing that won’t heal… in time.” you groan and little by little your adrenaline wears off. You begin to feel the pain and it costs you a lot of strength to keep your eyes from changing. It costs you so much that moving proves difficult for you. You begin to shiver like you’re freezing and Silco unfortunately picks up on it.

“Girl… let’s get you home or at least to the drop then I can get you fixed.”

He grabs you by the waist and lays your healthy arms around his shoulder.

“First of all: my name is not ‘Girl’ and second…” to your own surprise you mildly smile at him “…thanks Silco.”

He smiles back and the both of you leave the River-Side-Area.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sevikasupremacy · 2 years

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Don’t Touch Her - Chapter 11

LOYALTY - Sevika x Reader Series

Warnings: None

Word: 1,210

Previous Chapter

Chapter 12 is up!

Summary: After your encounter with Finn, Sevika showed signs of discomfort and… jealousy.

The rustling sound of the elevator could be heard as it started moving upwards. A while ago, Sevika had informed Silco about the Chembarons’ assembly… which is why the three of you ended up here.

Silco ordered you to come along too. You weren’t sure why but he said it would be better for you to know what was going on up there. Sevika, on the other hand, wasn't okay with it. Why? Well…

Rumors were spreading in The Last Drop about how one of the Chembarons was keeping an eye on you. Even Theorem knew about it.

One time when Jinx came over, she brought up the topic to the poor, shaking bartender. And of course, Theorem had to tell her everything. Let’s just say that you weren’t in any danger, but one of the Chembarons seems to take an interest in you. Little did Theorem know, Sevika heard every single word that came out of his mouth. And she will track that Chembaron or Chembaroness down.

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“We aren’t due for the assembly.” Silco entered the room with a grey box in his arms. You and Sevika stood behind him quietly as both of you waited for any other responses. That’s when you heard a soft chuckle coming from a Chembaron.

Tattoos plastered all over his face and chest, the bright color of his jacket stood out… somehow making him look powerful. Not only was he talking back to Silco, but he was also staring at you. Obvious signs of desire and excitement could be seen in those green eyes.

Finn. You exactly knew who it was. He was well known… didn’t think he was the one preying on you.

You looked away, not knowing that Sevika was already planning a murder in her head as she gave the tattooed man a death glare. Her hands tightened into a fist as if she was ready to pounce at him at any second.

“Never knew the Undercity had such a beautiful doctor. It’s not every day we find such a pretty little thing. I see that she’s been helping you with your business.” Finn purred, walking over to the three of you to take a closer look.

“Such beauty…” He leaned down, raising your chin to study your face. In discomfort, you took a step back, ignoring his presence.

“You don’t have the right to touch her like that.” Sevika’s booming voice made you flinch. Finn snickered, turning his head to look at the enraged woman. He scoffed, turning his back toward them as he walked away, back to the same position he was in.

You let out a relieved sigh before you felt someone nudging your arm. You looked up to see Sevika, a gas mask in her hand.

Ah… Silco’s plan.

Your body jolted up as soon as you heard a clank of a metal object. That’s when you put on the mask, stepping back to let the other two do their work.

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“God that was crazy.” You ran your fingers through your hair overwhelmingly. You let out a loud exhale, craning your head up as you leaned against the couch.

After the near-death incident at the Chembaron’s assembly, Sevika had gotten a little…cold. She didn’t talk to you throughout the way back to the apartment. She just kept walking, as if you were not there behind her.

“Are you going to keep ignoring me?” You scoffed, eyeing the silent woman who was sitting on the bed across from you. She leaned her back on the headboard, her arms crossed as she stared blankly into space.

“Sevika.”

No response.

You let out a frustrated groan before standing up, walking over to the bed. The older woman glared at you for a minute before looking back at the frayed wall. She let out a huff, giving you a sign that she wasn’t in the mood for any silly games.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance before climbing up, straddling the grumpy woman.

“What do you think you’re doin—“ Before Sevika could yell at you, you pressed your lips on hers, earning a grunt from the older woman.

“Is this because of Finn?” You whispered in between the kiss, your hands cradling her jaw, “You know I hate him.” You tried to give her as much reassurance as possible. You finally pulled away, looking deeply into Sevika’s eyes. It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a second.

“I would never go for an idiot like him. I would nev—“ Sevika growled, kissing you back roughly, trying to shut you up.

She pulled away for a minute, pushing you backward as she hovered on top of you. Her strong aroma roamed your body, making you feel lightheaded.

“Sevika slow down!” You felt defeated the moment the older woman pinned your wrists above your head. Squirming around was no use but you did anyway, trying to break free from her grasp. Not that you weren’t njoying this, you just needed time to… prepare yourself.

“Sevik—“ The older woman kissed you again, this time forcing her tongue into your mouth hungrily. A soft whimper escaped your mouth as you felt her warm tongue running along your plump bottom lip.

You swore you saw stars the moment she pulled away before attacking your neck, her other hand going under your shirt.

You let out a squeak, feeling a slight sting on your neck. You arched your back, the feeling of her lips and her rough hand exploring your body was just too much.

“Sevika…” You whispered, feeling her letting go of your wrists. The older woman stopped in her tracks before craning her head to look at you, her deep gray eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Sevika, please… I only want you… I only need… you.” You cupped her face in adoration. The older woman’s eyes widened from your comment, but then softened as she leaned down to kiss your forehead. Her lips lingered there for a bit as she breathed in your alluring scent.

You closed your eyes, smiling as you sense the pad of her thumbs gliding over your eyelids and eyebrows. You let out a content sigh, feeling the same pair of lips on your eyelids.

“I don’t want anyone laying a finger on you…” Sevika finally spoke, her lips ghosting over your cheeks and lips.

“I’m sorry if I scared you…” Sevika snaked her arms around your waist, pulling you up into a sitting position before pressing her forehead against yours. You shook your head in response, giving her a tender smile.

“It’s okay. I understand.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, going in for a tight hug.

You never expected this moment ever, but let’s just say you were glad that it happened. Not only were you taking your relationship with Sevika to another step, you were able to see another side of her… a soft and endearing side.

Finn was right. It’s not usual to come across such an attractive woman in Zaun. But that wasn’t the main point. You had a good heart… you were willing to do anything to protect the others, to keep them safe. You were a strong woman from the beginning…

That’s why you were perfect… just for Sevika.

Notes: I hope y’all didn’t forget about this series 🥲

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goddessofroyalty · 1 year

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Fandom: Arcane

Pairing: Vander/Silco

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg, overdue!Silco

Continuing on the “Silco trying to get this baby out of him attempts” fic - this time it’s spicy food (and taking a break)

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“When was the last time you took a break?” Vander asks when he walks into Silco’s office above the Last Drop only to find his mate still at his desk where Vander is pretty sure he spent the whole day.

“I’ll be taking a long one once my labor starts and I’d like to have as little to catch up on when I have a babe that needs tending as well,” Silco says, glancing up from his papers. “Getting up is too much effort anyway.”

Vander makes his way across the office as he mulls over his mate’s words. Silco’s right that they should try and get ahead before the pup of theirs is born and demanding even more of their attention than he already is. But it also feels like all they’re doing of late is working – even the walks Silco started taking to try and get the pup moving out of him always seem to end up at someone’s place where they need to discuss business.

It’s been too long since they were in each other’s company for company’s sake.

“I was thinking we both take the rest of the night off, order food in.” Not split a bottle of rum like they normally would. “Enjoy what time we have without a little one underfoot.”

“Just let me finish checking this inventory,” Siclo says.

“’course,” Vander says, going around to the back of Silco’s chair so he can rub his mate’s shoulders. The fact Silco actually relaxes into it instead of batting him off telling him just how much the omega needs to take a break and relax. “I’ll go pick up the food while you finish. Your choice.”

“Jericho’s is fine.”

Vander snorts where earns him Silco looking up at him, eyebrow raised.

“You hate Jericho’s food.” Hate might be a strong word but it definitively wasn’t on the list of Silco’s favorite foods even if he would eat it if Vander had ordered it to avoid it going to waste. “I can make you something if you want.”

It’s not that Vander’s against cooking for his mate. He just figured with how much Silco had been eating from the Last Drop’s kitchen it’d be nice to have something else.

“I would have said so if I did,” Silco says returning his attention to the papers on his desk. “Call it a pregnancy craving if you must but Jericho’s – whatever is the spiciest thing on his menu.”

“Alright,” Vander says before it ends up a mood ruiner and Silco calls off the whole idea to just work late into the night again.

Jericho seems as surprised as Vander is about the request for the spiciest thing on his menu, but he makes it with the same glee as he does all his orders. Vander getting Silco’s favorite in case his mate regrets his request.

He isn’t surprised that Silco is still in his office when he arrives back.

It does give Vander time to set up a table in the bar with the nice tablecloth and some candles though. Hardly date-night quality but something a little special for his mate to show Vander’s appreciate for everything he’s doing right now, both work-wise and growing their pup despite his clear discomfort.

Just as Vander thinks he’ll have to go get his mate Silco appears at the stairs. Making his way down them slowly and carefully, a hand braced on his stomach with the other actually using the railing to balance.

He raises an eyebrow at the table.

“Who are you trying to impress?”

“Thought I’d make it a little special – might be our last chance as just the two of us.” They’re gonna’ be a family of three soon enough. And while Vander is excited beyond words, he knows it’s bound to change things.

“One can only hope,” Silco says cryptically. “Did you get what I asked?”

“Yep.” Vander taps the container with Silco’s order. “Don’t know why you wanted it. You’ll be feeling it later.”

Silco smiles like Vander said something clever but he doesn’t say anything, just waddles his way over to the table to take a seat. Apparently happy enough to let Vander serve them both.

As weird as it feels not to, Vander doesn’t go pour himself a drink from the bar. Wouldn’t be fair seeing how Silco’s been abstaining for their pup.

Silco’s face scrunches at the first mouthful of his, his eyes threatening to water. It’s not that he can’t handle spice it’s that even Jericho’s mid-heat stuff is a lot for human tastes.

“Here, you can have mine,” Vander says, handing his plate over. He can always find himself something else to eat after. It more important Silco has enough.

Silco shakes his head and pushes Vander’s plate back over to him.

“I wanted what I ordered,” he says, despite how disgusted he looks at the food before taking another mouthful.

The disgust doesn’t stop him from continuing eating.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Vander says after Silco is finished half his serve and is gagging between mouthfuls as much as he’s trying to hide it. “We can put the rest away for later.”

Vander plans on disposing of the rest as soon as Silco’ isn’t looking but it isn’t a fight he wants to have.

Silco glares at him for daring to try and tell him what to do. But he does push the plate away, hand rubbing along the top of his stomach as he sits back into the chain.

Silco gets up from the table once Vander packs away the food, heading back to the stairs to his office.

“Where do you think you’re going?

“Back to get some more work done.”

“Not tonight – I’m pouring you a bath and you’re gonna actually take the time off.” The whole point was to enjoy his last chance at spoiling his mate before their pup was born. “Who knows they might be waiting for you to stop for a minute so they can actually come out.”

That earns him a glare from his mate but Silco does step down from the stairs.

“If I’m not in labor by the end of the night I’m going to be mad.”

#Vanco #vander arcane #silco arcane #Mpreg #Arcane mpreg #omegaverse #Arcane omegaverse #I accidently a ficlet #The word doc with this full fic is now 6500 words #and there is still more to type up

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abbyspussyslurper · 2 years

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-MY ARCANE HC’S-

my personal hc’s that I decided “let’s share”

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After Ep 9, vi definitely started to blame herself for all the shit jinx did/does.

Vi, absolutely, without a doubt got fucked in the brain with the events of ep 9.

Jinx would/find’s herself mindlessly going “hey vi look!” Or “claggor!” And then realized their dead and or gone.

Oh jinx def started to see Caitlyn as her reflection in anything that gives a reflection. We all seen how Caitlyn was in her death bed hallucinations.

If you went to where mylo and claggor died, their clothes and maybe some bones too, fuck it, remain there and they covered it with dirt and used it as a grave. (They I mean ekko probably)

Ekko made no friends till he started the firelights, he raised himself🧍🏾‍♀️

Ekko looked up to vi so much, he used to(before silco took over) wait at the last drops lil like backroom type thing and hope VI’s there.

Ekko took some of benzo’s clothes or like an item benzo used to use, and put it up on a shelf in his room in the firelights base

Arcane might(and yessss what a ending) end vi suffering her fathers death or being betrayed by jinx

Vi definitely put herself into powders spot in her memories after ep 9. (Her memories replaced powder with vi in the explosion and the deaths in ep 3)

Vi Carried vander’s “whatever they do, it’s on you” line with her for the rest of her life

Vi went through so much in still water, she started to forget what mylos and claggors faces look like.

Continuing with that, she definitely broke down when she can’t remember what they look like

Jinx took claggors goggles and uses them

With my grave hc, forget me not’s grow there bc i said so

I like to think vander fell unconscious instead of dying, and that he’s still alive

————————that concludes my Ted talk(on my shower thoughts bro)—————————————-

#arcane #black creators #black yn #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #jinx league of legends #ekko arcane

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Ring-Ding! Delivery! (Silco/F!Reader)

Silco/f!Reader

Ask And You Shall Receive

2,475 Words, NSFW?

Pregnancy, Child Birth, Soft!Silco, Supportive!Silco, Domestic!Silco, F!Reader.

Part 1, Part 2

The months of your pregnancy your brain was filled with well-justified questions: What did labor pain feel like? How painful is childbirth?

Both you and Silco had read the books and asked your doctor questions, but what did paper and a man know about childbirth? Your mother was no longer around to ask, you had no other family. One day you nervously stepped through the doors of the clinic to find a woman sitting in the wait with her daughter and instantly was asking her questions.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude-”

“First time? Oh, you’ll be fine. It’s not as bad as some people make it out to be.” She had advised and you trustingly took her word for it. What would later be a mistake.

Once again you find yourself in the bathroom at around five in the morning. Just to use the bathroom, thankfully the morning sickness was already done and over with. You were washing your hands and staring at your tired self in the mirror. Your bulging stomach pronounced with stretch marks that while you found unappealing Silco had taken to littering them with love and affection, soft kisses placed at your stomach that had you feeling nothing but cherished.

You brush your thumb over one patch of marks and smile.

You didn’t consider yourself much of a vain person but Silco made the comment that you had never looked more beautiful. Jinx, blessedly had taken the news well, over excited and assaulting the two of you with names but creative, made-up and-

“Rocket is a nice name for a girl but we still don’t know if they’re going to be a girl. You may have a baby brother Jinx.”

“Then how about Bang?” And you bite your lip and give Silco’s raised brow a little glance because that actually sounded kind of nice.

You're interrupted from your daydream by a tight throb from your lower abdomen. It didn’t hurt too bad, so little in fact that you considered it just gas and went back to bed.

Eight in the morning and you are woken up by a swift kick of pain to your lower stomach. It had you gasping and curlin in bed. Had you been standing it would have knocked your legs out from under you. It was an intense pressure, traveling down your stomach from low into your pelvis, a serious cramp that felt worse than any other you’ve ever had.

You are in the midst of regaining your breath before it’s once again knocked out of you, this time it’s worse. You feel your mouth opening, you know you let out a pained shriek but you can’t hear it. Horrid heat laces through your lower abdomen.

You fight it, you fight it tooth and nail. You hear white noise and all you can focus on is the incredible cramping and since fighting was losing out, flight kicked in and you are out of bed and back into the bathroom before another cramp hits and you are griping the sink for dear life.

There is a slight jolt, you're given a small shake by firm hands on your shoulder and your eyes snapped open, when had you closed them? Burning red as hot as molten rock stares at you with its twin blue primary. His mouth is moving, a spit command.

“Breath!”

You suck in air and sobs and the world comes back into focus. Silco is there, just woken up but entirely alert as he looks you over and he almost looks panicked but Silco doesn’t get panicked. That can’t be right. But right now you’re too busy enjoying the momentary bliss of relief before the next wave hits…The con-what are they called?

��It’s time.” Silco states.

“I’m…not due…for another-” Silco levels you with an emploring and concerned stare. He sets a warm hand on your stomach and soothes it.

“That’s up to them, not us.”

It hadn’t taken you long to get ready. Given how soon you were due, Silco felt it was close enough time to have a bag already packed and waiting to go. You felt the baby was going to come immediately given the cramps--contractions, that’s what they were called. Silco assured you there was time. He reminded you of what the doctor of the clinic had said, that there would be time to get ready, don’t rush too much. Remain calm, keep breathing.

Jinx was practically sleep-walking her way out the door with you. You’re not even sure she heard you when you had told her that you were going into labor.

“Mm comin’.” She snored as she shucked on her boots and was led out the door by leashing her fingers to the back belt loop of Silco’s pants. While he had gotten moderately dressed, as in, a pair of pants complimented with his crew neck nightly shirt both you and Jinx had forgone traditional clothing to brave the clinic in your pajamas.

You may as well have went nude because as soon as you got in the carriage your water broke, and then when you got the room the nurse had barked for you to strip and gave you a thin paper gown.

This happened in a span of an hour in a half…And when the doctor arrived to check on you he had the audacity to say that you weren’t ready.

“Your water just broke. You still have a few hours to go before you’re dilated enough.” And you have the sudden need to see his teeth broken on the floor. You lifted to make that vision a reality before Silco put his hand on your knuckles and pulled it back down to hold with his at your side.

“We need him alive, dear.”

You were told to make yourself comfortable and Jinx happily took up the offer by collapsing into one of the nearby chairs and fell back asleep.

You can’t though. You can’t sit still. You feel like if you lay down the next wave of pain might just drown you. You slowly pace the room with your hands pressed against your lower back as now the pain has moved there, a knife twisting jab that has you whimpering.

“What about the epidural?” You whine sucking in breath through your teeth as another cramp hits.

Silco, in his own chair by the bed, looks up from the book he had brought, a bright creamy colored cover of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting.’ and frowns.

“You're not dilated enough for it.”

“And just how long am I supposed suck it up for!?” You growl.

“Considering what time they started and when we got here? And according to this--?” He waves the book. “It could be about two more hours.” You lift your head back and whine. Silco takes this cue to close the book and pat the bed.

“Lay down, my lovely. You’ll feel better.”

“How is laying down going to help me feel better?!” Your growling turns into whimpering as your back goes straight with another tear jerking cramp before it subsides and you turn around and stagger back to the other side of the room for the fifth time now.

“If you lay down I will show you.” And you sniff, wiping your eyes as they had gone gummy at some point and waddle your way over to the bed, painstakingly getting into it and laying atop the covers.

Then Silco climbs into bed with you. When you realize what he has planned you shuffle over to give you both the room you need, which it’s not a big bed, it’s a little cramped but when Silco gather’s you in his arms and holds you to his chest you practically sag.

His skin feels soft and warm against yours and you sniffle as you rest your head against his chest and nuzzle into him. The clean smell of him helps you with your breathing. His hand brushing through your hair makes you feel safe despite the pain triggering your fight response. His legs tangle with yours and with each hiss as another contraction hits he places a rewarding kiss to the crown of your head as you manage to suffer through it.

The room echoes with your soft whimpers, his soft humming, and Jinx’s loud snoring.

It goes on for two and a half more hours before you feel the need to push and Silco gets the doctor. The man arrives already dressed for operation and is fitting you in the bed with the stirrups. Silco is shaking Jinx by her shoulder to wake her.

“Jinx. Jinx, wake up. You need to go out into the hall. You're too young to see this.”

“K” She gets up without opening her eyes, pillow cradled closely to her chest, Silco guides her towards the door. She gives a little tired wave to you that you try to return without grimacing.

This is the absolute worst pain you have ever been in, in your entire life and you haven’t even been stabbed.

Silco’s fingers give a small pop as you clench at his hand, holding him down. The man, bless him, doesn’t complain at the tightness of your fist. He gives as good as he gets while standing beside you, maintaining a supporting point of contact that you need. Support, everything he had been throughout this pregnancy and will be and more. He stands next to you and the labor bed as the doctor ducks his head between your legs.

It’s a process. It was already painful but this is life alerting and you’re practically threatening Silco’s life for doing this to you.

“It takes two.” He hisses as you give a punishing squeeze of his hand from his sass.

“It’s crowning.” The masked man in scrubs says. He gives a glance up from his position to Silco, still with nervousness in his eyes, knowing that if something goes wrong he will likely be dead by the end of the day. It won’t be Silco he needs to worry about, if this doesn’t kill you then you’ll be the one after his throat. He then looks at you and gives a nod. “Just one more big push.”

“I can’t.” You sob because it feels like it’s tearing you open, a blistering hot stretch that feels like you're being snapped apart.

“Yes, yes can.” Silco urges and gives his own firm squeeze. “You’re almost there, my lovely. You can do it. You’re almost done and then we get to meet them.” He lifts that hand and presses a kiss to your knuckle.

“Don’t you want to meet them?” He asks because you all do. Him, Jinx in the hall and likely woken up by now given your screaming, and you. Yes, you want to meet them. You’ve been wanting to meet them for nine months.

You scream as you try to bring your child into the world.

Your face is hot with tears as they streak messily down your cheeks. Your face is hot as every draw of breath pushes blood to your cheeks from force of exertion. Your knuckles white as you clench Silco’s hand and the bedside bar with your other. Another scream, another push. Silco talks words of encouragement and praise into your ear.

“Almost. You can do it. They’re almost here.”

It had taken a hefty two hours of labor before there was an almost immediate relief and the garbling cry of a newborn infant. The sound has you falling limp in bed and sob half hysteric giggles as you hear your baby’s cry for attention, their first healthy breath of life.

“Congratulations. It’s a boy.” The doctor says, cleaning the baby--your son, off before laying him against your bare skin.

The skin contact feels like a soothing balm across a hot burn. You keep him close to your chest, still half dazed that it’s finally over and you’ve done it, this is it, this is your reward, and what a wonderful blessing it is.

You gaze down and press a kiss to his small mop of black hair, more than able now to ignore the follow up contractions of the afterbirth. Your attention is too focused on him. How perfect he is. How beautiful he is. You’re crying for a completely different reason now and can’t stop smiling. You look to your side at Silco, expecting to see the same expression. But it’s not there.

His face betrays no emotion. You can see his jaw flex as he clenches his teeth, as though he wants to say something but is holding back the words. He had released your hand and now he lay clenches at his side as blue and burning red trace every bit of detail on his newborn's face.

“Silco.” You murmur, exhausted. His gaze snaps to you, there is a kind of fear in his eyes and for a second you think that perhaps he is having second thoughts. Perhaps this is what it took for him to realize that this isn’t what he wants. You quickly and violently pound away those thoughts because no, that’s not what this is. That’s not who he is. He’s simply processing this.

And you were right because then he gives you a soft smile, one of pure love and adoration. It’s eyes that are normally shared between him, you, and Jinx and now he has another he can gaze at with such soft warmth.

“Do you want to hold him?” He opens his mouth and closes it looking between you and your son and that trepidation is back. No, he’s not backing out, he is second guessing himself like most father’s do when confronted with their baby for the first time. You watch his throat bob as he swallows hard and you smile at him.

“What if--”

“You won’t drop him, Silco. Remember the doll?” It had been a hefty doll. Approximately how much the baby would potentially weigh. It was in order to figure out how to properly hold the child, support the head, grow used to holding the weight and how to carry.

Silco clears his throat and approaches closer, ready for the infant and you gently coax your son into his father’s awaiting arms.

He’s perfect, he’s practiced, cradling his son close and keeping his neck supported and looks down at his newborn with shock and awe in his eyes. You watch with a smile on your face as he swipes his thumb against his child's face and simply stares at him.

And then you see his throat bobbing again, his jaw clenching, and his eyes flutter. He takes a deep and stuttering breath before a disbelieving smile breaks on his face and his eyes cloud with tears.

Silco tenderly pressed a kiss to the crown of his son's head.

#silco x reader #silco x f!reader #f!reader #reader #reader insert #silco #silco league of legends #silco arcane #arcane #league of legends #league of legends (arcane)#writing #dee writes #i have learned more about pregnancy this past month than my school ever taught me #pregnancy #soft!silco #domestic!silco #supportive!silco

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