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vinciwolf · 2 years

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Art Appreciation

Arcane Silco x fem!Reader

Synopsis: this is a continuation of this post from @astudyincontrasts

Warnings: Explicit, nsfw, mishandling of paint, MDNI

Word Count: 1,863

A/N: I highly recommend checking out "Blasphemia" by Eliran Kantor (their Instagram). Don’t forget to reblog!

Today you wore a skirt and simple blouse under a heavy coat to mask your Piltover status as you rode the shaky elevator into the bowels of the Undercity.

Your nostrils flared to calm the racing wallop against your ribcage when you thought of your client’s recent letter for your presence.

It wasn’t intended to be this way at all, not that you were complaining. You indifferently suggested to attend a viewing of an old painting that had built a reputation for its audacious nudity, or so you had heard, but never in your wildest thoughts did you believe The Eye to be interesting in acrylic erotica after he had made it very clear that he preferred more physical interactions instead.

Remembrance of the desecrated bathroom counter made your legs wane and tongue lap forward along the dryness of your lip before the ding from the elevator signaled the doors to slide open into a neon lit world.

Walking up the lavish staircase to the pillared museum entrance felt like a marathon runner beating inside your chest, not from the exercise, but from the way Silco, again, never let his hand falter away from the small of your back, as if to lead you like he did the other time you both were here.

When inside however, his demeanor changed to a more collective stance, hands swinging behind his coattail in his regular poised manner – leaving you to mentally pout at the absence of his palm along your lower spine.

Everything he did had purpose, and today he wasn’t going to give you an inch until he decided when. Suddenly, your coat felt too tight so you removed it for some oxygen and gave it to the coat attendant at the entranceway.

As you approached closer to the area that housed the painting of interest, both sets of footsteps stopped when you saw a sign that stated:

Viewing closed for the evening. Gallery under maintenance. Sorry for the inconvenience.

You tsked and rolled your eyes as you looked around annoyed before your neck turned back to Silco standing a little too close to the tape blocking off the section under care.

“Well?” Silco inquired with a straight look, an eyebrow raised, and the edge of his mouth pointing up just a bit at his subtle request to misbehave.

A single index finger lifted the tape, giving you the quick decision – looking around briefly – to bend over and sneak under it, your client also slipping past the cautionary tape behind you.

Passing by rows of artwork littering the vast hallways, you finally found the room with the erotic painting.

On entering the spacious gallery, there were multiple buckets of paint and tarps that lined the floor. Carefully maneuvering past the mess and the ladders where the walls would be made anew with a fresh coat of paint, some of the walls already finished, you and Silco approached the canvas of both your curiosity.

It was a small painting, maybe no larger than a twelve-by-twelve canvas, but the subject matter helped gravitate the eye and amplify the piece across the room.

Your eyes widened; heart galloped.

The woman was leaned over a table, her head craning backwards over the edge, hair drooping and tangled, while her jaw was slack and eyebrows stitched together. Her expression was a mix of pain and pleasure and one could only imagine the noises she cried from that open mouth. The source of her pleasure had your blood flushing to your groin, making your throat bob from how the painting left you desiring the same pain this woman was experiencing.

A man’s torso could be seen, but his head was cut off at the edge of the canvas. His waist spread the woman’s thighs apart. Despite the fact that his groin could not be seen, any viewer concluded what he was ploughing into this woman, beckoning such an expression from her.

An ache pulsated between your legs when your mind drifted into a filthy flashback of you hunched over and stuffed full over a bathroom sink.

The aftermath dripped onto your skirt while eating your meal across from the man who left you to soak in the mess he made of you, leaving a trail on your belongings you had to scrub out the next morning before it stained.

Your world tilted from the flush in your cheeks.

Walking to calm your beating pulse, you tried to brush the skin of your thighs together to ease the pool of moisture that had gathered along your slit.

Then a wave of shock hooked you by surprise when a hard tug of your elbow pulled you face-to-face with the man responsible for your mess below.

“Having to walk away?” Silco’s cool voice breathed against your cheek then next to the rim of your ear, sending another buzz through your nerves.

Your throat hitched from the deathly close proximity, flaring the heat already overtaking your limbs just as your knees didn’t feel like working.

Then it finally clicked together why Silco drew away this evening. He was collecting data, observant as ever, desiring to witness your undiluted reaction for his own curious amusement. Now he had what he needed.

“It’s what makes this painting so infamous. For some viewers to have an… adverse reaction to such a lude sight of a woman being fucked senseless,” he puffed directly along your neck, “Oh, I did my research, lovely. Now I know why you wanted to inspect this one out,” and smiled when you desperately clung to his shoulders for support from the unbearable spike of arousal being driven deeper into your body.

“Do you want me to take you again,” he teased his breath on the length of your throat this time.

“Do you want me to have you crying like that whore in the canvas?”

A bated whimper ghosted Silco’s hair, hands shaking from the tight grip on his coat, as you bore the fatigue of your edgy limbs anticipating his next indulgence on your body.

His eyes locked with yours when he moved a hair’s length away from the apple of your cheek before tilting his chin, lips brushing, your breath hitched, and palmed the nape of your neck.

Your whole body buckled when his mouth crashed into yours, foot taking a step back, all the while your skin hummed with electricity about to combust into a thousand nuclear explosions.

The pace of the kiss was rough and breathless. Tongues swirled exchanging saliva, his lapping the inside of your cheek and swallowing your moans with every consumption of your mouth.

A hand glided to the side of your hip and had you pacing backwards until you collided with the museum wall. You were too occupied to notice the sticky substance pinning your shirt to its barrier as white paint coated your backside.

Releasing your mouth with a pop and navigating himself, nose dragging along your skin, to claim a piece of your neck, you braced the wall with a hand, the other clutching raven locks, when long fingers split through your nether lips and harshly indented your pulsating nub making you churn and pant from the fireworks cramping your inner thighs.

Fingers scratched the wall having you gasp audibly when you could feel liquid sticking to the tips and your palm. Peeling your hand away and examining the white now pressed into the print of your palm, you tapped Silco’ head and called his name to get his attention.

He peered up, hair disheveled, face looking so sexy from his lust-filled haze, as you showed him the mess on your hand.

“The wall its—”

“If that is of more concern then we can leave now to wash up,” he chided flatly then leaned into the lobe of your ear and growled, “or I can fuck you against this wall and make a mess so the workers tomorrow know a slut ruined their hard work.”

Coat was shed and thudded on the ground while legs spread apart with the hoist of your body onto a lean waist. Your skirt was lifted by large fingers above your belly as you undid the buttons to Silco’s silk shirt. It parted open for you to explore the expanse of his bare chest, eyes wandering to the now split trousers below revealing trimmed bush encircling a hard cock resting on the visible skin of your stomach.

Your hole clenched in excitement when you realized you could relive the fullness you felt the day of the bathroom incident.

Silco took his cock in hand, pulling hips away from yours momentary, and gradually, your mind going faint, fed the length inside until it disappeared completely into your cunt.

The white mess on your palm splatter across the clothed space between Silco’s shoulder blades when he thrusted hard once which knocked the hasty breath from your lungs. Then he began a merciless pace up into you that had you crying desperately at the ceiling.

The paint on the wall smeared your clothes clinging to the wet barrier as your body was being shoved up and down wickedly fast, ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’ panting down the curve of your shoulder which made you spin even more, hole clinging tight to the penetration below.

Then, to stay true to the canvass, Silco shoved you onto the tarped ground now scrunching under your weight, crashing a bucket forward and causing a splash of white to leak across the unprotected marble floor.

His haunches were used to lift your rear off the tarp and get a better handle on your hips, fingers indenting the soft flesh as he railed your cunt, having your breasts bounce inside your bra from the brute force of being hammered just like the woman mutely echoing your cries on the wall.

You tipped your head back, hands loosely on the ground, as echoes of your keening flooded the gallery in time with every thrust against your bottom, legs swaying.

Every grunt-filled plow of his cock had you wailing. Silco got his wish to see you disheveled underneath him and you got your wish to be spread like a whore, walls painted filthily with the thick brush of the cruel artist that wielded it inside you.

You pinched yourself around Silco harder as the fire snapped in your lower half.

Silco’s curled forward and stood on his knees, pinching your body, penetration sputtered as he vocally released himself in thick ropes. Vision blurred, your mouth dropping open in a wide oval with one last tapered moan, as your cunt was filled up.

Relaxing back down onto his calves, the man above you stretched his neck up to the ceiling and huffed down his fill of well needed air.

His shirt was drenched at the armpits and collar while his rolling stomach glistened with a sheen of sweat, a few drops crawling down the space of his chest. Then he peered down and took in the blissfully disgraced sight laid below, cock still shoved inside pussy.

“Was that what you imagined in the painting?” he exhaled.

You were too spent, so a brief nod would have to do.

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sivyera · 2 years

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Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

ft. vi, jinx, caitlyn, viktor, jayce, vander, silco, sevika, cassandra, ekko

WARNINGS: bad grammar, mentions of nsfw

CONTAINS: fluff

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A/N: I put different song to each character.

Jinx - teenage love

She wants to be with you all the time. She is blindly in love. And she loves spending time with you. She likes to show you new weapons she made or what she draw. One day she asked you if she can draw you. Now the picture is over your bed.

She likes movie nights. She build pillow bunkers and she made popcorn. Which is little burnt. She often made little handmade gifts for you. Little surprises like picnic or favourite food/drinks. Being biggest cheerleader for each other.

You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Sevika - rough love

Overprotective. Hickeys all over you. Teasing each other. When she's at bar and she sees you she always give you a small smile or smirk. After that she pull you into her lap. Passionate and dominant kisses. Seldom happens that you two can lay in bed and cuddle all day.

But when that day comes, you both are happier than ever. Most of you cuddle sessions becomes make out sessions. She likes when you lay on her chest or when you lay your head on her lap, so she can watch your cute face. She thinks you're a cutie, even though she seems tough she have her soft side. But that side is just for you.

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

Silco - enemies to lovers

God how much he hated you at the first time. You were a shimmer dealer which makes you very important. Silco though that he's gonna send Sevika to kill you but than he realized that would be wrong. He had two reasons why he didn't kill you. First - he don't know how to make that good shimmer as you ( Singed's shimmer was nothing compared to yours). Second he start catching feelings.

After a while he decided to get to know more about you. That was the best thing he did in his life. When you two started dating you become the most powerful couple in Zaun. No one dare to even look the same way as you. Because they know, Silco would kill them if they did.

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Vi - soulmates

Protective as well. Know everything about each other. Workouts together. You two just meant to be. Hugs from behind while kissing your neck. Cuddles are very important in this relationship because Vi is touch starved. Having sex on public toilets.

She will tattoo your name on her arm. She will let you paint her nails. Also what she appreciates is that you care about her. You bandage her wounds, make her food, give her bed where she can sleep with you ofc, make her feel love. Her favourite part of the day is morning. She wakes up before you and just hold you close in her arms, kissing your face and admiring you.

All I Wanted - Paramore

Ekko - any universe love

Helping each other with everything. He would never let anything happened to you in any way. Jealous af. He hates when he sees older mens/womans who is trying to flirt with you. And he always gonna remind them that you are taken. Lots of PDA.

Watching horror or action movies together. Cooking together. His favourite activity with you is dancing around the kitchen. He loves when you braid his hair. Race on hoverboards. It's always 50/50. Both of you are very fast so it's always exciting who will win.

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Caitlyn - best friend to lovers

You and Cait were childhood friends. And Caitlyn always had a big fat crush on you. You were pure perfection in her eyes. But she was shy and nervous if you feel the same way. She was always scared if you're into womans. But her feelings were that strong that she couldn't hold them anymore.

When you two started dating she couldn't believe it. She knows how lucky she is to have you, so she want to make you feel special. She spoils you a lot. Solving problems together. Always have each others back. Shower together. Supporting each other all the time. Doing skin care routine together. You make her smile every.single.day.

girls - girl in red

Viktor - ancient love

Taking care of him. Listening him mumbling about hextech. Help him with hextech. Even if you don't know much about it, your presence is enough for him. Common baths, which he loves the most. Rescue him that he is enough for you and that you don't want anyone else.

When you play with his hair he immediately relax. He believe you're a witch or something because you have magic touch. Bringing him lunch in his laboratory. Holding your hand 24/7. He loves when you kiss his forehead. He loves you so so much.

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Jayce - rich love

He makes you feel like a princess. Buys you everything that catches your eyes. Kissing your cheeks. Having sex at Grand Council Chamber (i'm sorry i forgot how they call it). He loves laying on your chest and he doesn't care if you have small or big tits. For him they're perfect. You are perfect for him.

Cinderella and prince Charming couple. Trying cook together. Give him massages to relax after tough day. Helping him with hextech as well. Reading him your favourite books.

Electric Love - BØRNS

Cassandra Kiramman - secret love

She knows that she is a married woman but she can't help herself. You are perfect and she wants to remind that to you every single day. When she's in public and she can't speak to you she inconspicuously give you little note. - I love you Y/N ♡ - Meet me at the toilets in 10♡ - You look beautiful today ♡ These kind of notes.

She always make sure that she have some time for you. She never cuddle in her time so when you come with that idea of cuddling she was little nervous. But when you snuggled into her neck and start giving her soft kisses on her neck. She melt under you. She is a dominant woman so she is a big spoon. But when she's angry on someone, kiss her forehead and play with her hair. It always calm her down.

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Vander - old love

He writes you love letters. And he brings you flowers everyday. Helping him cleaning at bar and take care of his kids. He likes reading you books while he's playing with your hair. Loves to hold you on his chest. Dancing on old songs together with Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor. Cooking together.

He will protect you no matter what. Teaching you how to protect yourself if you don't know how. Kissing you forehead, hand and head. Bone breaking hugs. Lots of jokes and warm smiles. You are his trophy so he shows you off a lot. Silco is jealous that Vander have such a beautiful woman as you.

Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I hope you like it guys! ♡

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ijwrsmff · 9 months

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Romantic! Yandere Silco with an overworked female who desperately needs rest but can't relax. He has tried to be subtle and exert his control from the shadows slowly over time but he feels he has to step in now. He thought he was prepared but it is hard for him to take care of someone who is scared of him and what may happen at any moment. Silco learns that being soft and gentle with his dear works much better than kidnapping or threats.

Here you go :3 I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting, Silco is 1000000% husband material. I love him so damn much wuijakcfbnx

Word Count: 2,002

He had tried to steal your heart. It didn’t work. You sat there, tied to a chair, with Silco staring over you. He circled the chair, and gently touched your shoulders and arms as he walked around you. “Darling…you have yet to even say a word to me. What is it you want? Anything you desire…you can have. As long as you’ll be mine.” He stopped directly in front of you and took note of the tears that had fallen each time he entered the room.

“P-please…just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone you did it, I just want to go home.” You whimpered and tried to recoil back when he knelt down to your level so you could stare into his eyes…those terrifying eyes. They didn’t even look human. It only spiked your feelings of fear.

He looked at your face, your tears and expression. When he went to wipe your tears, he stopped before he could touch you. That look…how you flinched and closed your eyes as you whimpered. It broke what was left of his heart. “If…that is what you wish. However, I can’t part from you for long. We’ll strike a deal, then.” Silco started to untie you, and you looked confused if anything.

“A…deal?” It sounded awful. What if he was only untying you to torture you? However he hadn’t hurt you yet. Except for the slight burns from the ropes. “What kind of deal?” You stayed still as he untied you, not wanting to find out if he really intended on hurting you.

“Yes. A deal. If you come back here, to my location once a week, you may have your freedom. However you must stay the full 24 hours. You spend hours upon hours doing paperwork. This one day of relaxation could prove beneficial for us both. That is all I ask.” He smiled, but the smile left his face as soon as you jumped out of the chair and put distance between you.

“Why? Why do I have to come back?” Skeptical, and slightly fearful it made you furrow your brows and try to hide the remaining terror on your face. He was an extremely powerful man, he practically ran the lanes. “What…do you intend to do with me while I’m here?”

Silco respected your distance, though he wanted there to be little to none between you. He didn’t do so much as step closer. “I want to see you. That’s all, darling.” His genuine look made you even more confused. If he really meant it, then you had gained the attention of possibly the most dangerous man in the underground. If he wasn’t being honest…he was a damn good actor.

“If…if you swear to not harm me…I don’t think I have another choice…” It was concerning, knowing you had to meet with the man weekly. “What will you do?” He never answered your question. “What will you do to me?” Part of you didn’t even want to know the answer. The other part wanted to be prepared for what was to come.

“I aim to win your heart. I have had my eye on you longer than you can imagine. We will eat together, read together…anything your heart desires.” This time he did take a step forward, and when you stepped back he raised his hands on surrender. “We’ll do this the easy way, okay?” He held out a hand, waiting for you to grab it.

To him, it wasn’t even the “easy” way. Though for you it may be. He realized that kidnapping, torture wasn’t the way to win you over. He knew you liked simple things, crafting and music. Perhaps he could really give this a try. Doing things more “traditionally”, even if harsher methods were more common and even simple for him.

You looked at him for a long time, eyeing his hand outstretched to you. But you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed him. With that in mind, you held his hand. It was…cold. Just as you assumed his heart was.

He led you home, and it wasn’t in the least surprising how he knew exactly where it was and how to get there. He hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time. It was a display of ownership, but even moreso, protection. People would see him with you, and either pity you…or be fearful of you. You were holding hands with someone who is known to be powerful. In that way…it seemed you had your own bit of power now. For as long as he wouldn’t harm you.

From then on, you followed through with your deal. At first it was terrifying, being escorted by Sevika or another guard dog of Silco’s, but you got used to it eventually. In fact…you found you actually really enjoyed spending time with him. He was polite, to you at least. And he had a sweet relationship with Jinx, who you’d also gotten pretty close to. It was…nice.

Today was another day that you were aiming to go see Silco. It was earlier in the day when you woke up, so you headed in that direction. He had sent many letters, requesting that you take breaks. He really must have eyes on you at all times. To be honest…you really were overworking yourself. You were tired, zombie-like even. It was really calming to see Silco. For some reason you didn’t quite understand yet.

There were many people on the street, but the closer you got to Silco’s “lair”, the fewer people there were. It shifted from commonfolk, to mainly Silco’s henchmen of sorts. You recognized a lot of them, as Silco would often have to respond to problems in his plans that he had directed those henchmen to do. It was almost funny how he constantly got onto you for overworking yourself, when he did it to himself as well.

The streets were mostly desolate. But it seemed it wouldn’t be peaceful in the slightest, given who approached you. It was a regular man, but he would prove to be quite the problem. He was clearly drunk, and staggered towards you. The others looked at him suspiciously, knowing you were under Silco’s care.

“You’re Silco’s, huh? Why not be mine?” He hiccupped and almost tripped as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His breath reeked of booze, and a guard or two got closer in case the situation escalated. Did he really think that the “pick up line” would work?

“No thank you.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders and walked closer to Silco’s main building. Not getting very far, you stopped when he grabbed your arm. Hard. He either had no idea how strong he was, or he was trying to hurt you on purpose.

“Come on, I’m fun. That jackass probably has no idea how to have a good time.” He leaned closer and you locked eyes with one of the henchmen. Silently begging for help. You weren’t very strong, so breaking free of this firm grasp was extremely difficult. Given how exhausted you were from working nearly all night, it only amplified the feeling of helplessness.

Luckily the guard saw your look and rushed over. He knew he’d be in deep trouble if he didn’t step in and you were harmed further. Silco had made it very clear you were not to be touched, harmed, or even looked at “wrong”. So when the man grabbed you, he was already in trouble. Silco wouldn’t care about the reasonings if you were harmed in any way, and punish anyone in the area.

Another guard ran up, and removed the drunk’s hand forcefully. With how he screamed, it wouldn’t be surprising if that arm was broken. The guard led you to Silco’s office, and looked fearful when he noticed the bruising on your arm.

“What happened?” His words were cold, devoid of any emotion. You knew what that tone meant, and you knew someone…or multiple someones…were about to get hurt. Bad. Maybe even killed. That was not good. Not good at all.

Before anyone could respond, the other guard walked in with the man who grabbed you in tow. He was screaming profanities and trying (but failing) to remove himself from the guard’s grasp. “He grabbed y/n. Hard. We stopped him as soon as we saw it happening, but he was on her before we could get there.”

Silco spoke, and directed you to his chair, and made you sit on his lap, facing him. He ran his fingers over your arms and looked at you adoringly. It almost made the following words feel less terrifying. Almost. “Take him to Sevika.”

He then ignored everything else, and you tried to as well. “Are you okay, my love?” He rubbed the spot covered in a hand shaped bruise. Very gently, mind you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was simply observing the damage. “He will be dealt with. Never to harm you again.”

“You don’t have to hurt him! He probably didn’t realize how hard he was grabbing me…” You wanted to save his life. Knowing that those who crossed Silco usually didn’t make it out alive. The ones that did? They lived. But only as a warning to those who dare try the same thing they did.

He even ignored that statement. “Darling…you look so tired. Had you not obeyed my instructions and taken a rest?” He took note of the bags under your eyes, and how utterly drained you looked now that you were on his lap and he could see you closer. “You know you don’t need a job. You can stay in your home, and allow me to take care of everything.”

You felt extremely vulnerable at that moment. It did sound…appealing. “But…I don’t know what I would do if I had no job. It’s important, it keeps me busy and I hate not having anything to do…” But your argument continued to grow weaker. You had talked through this many times before, and you know he hated you overworking yourself as you did.

“I could always provide you with things to do. You could even work for me, as an assistant of sorts.” He smiled and used one hand to cradle your face, the other arm wrapped around your back. “You would never have to worry about anything ever again.”

“Then…we should make another deal.” It was bold of you to say, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t spark his interest. If it were in his benefit, of course he would. His word was his bond, and you both knew that.

“What are the conditions of your deal?” It was a fond memory, remembering the deal you had made all those weeks ago. His smile was small, he didn’t often have a big smile. Only with you and Jinx.

“I work for you…and quit my other job. But I stay here…with you. Instead of my old home. And…” You blushed a little bit, and looked away from him. It took a few deep breaths for you to gather the courage to say the next bit, “And…you stay with me. So we are…together. And you promise not to cast me aside.” It was terrifying, getting those words out.

You had come to care about Silco, deeply. He was different with you, than anyone else you had seen him with. Softer, more genuine. Your countless “dates”, movie nights, dinners, coffee breaks, hugs…everything.

His smile was small still, but his eyes lit up. Silco was clearly the happiest man in the world at this exact moment. Having you in his arms, and now knowing you really did want to be with him? It was possible he’d never been happier.

“Deal.”

Maybe…just maybe…the easy way paid off in the end sometimes. He would have waited his whole life for you to accept him in this way. But be careful…because now?

He would never let you go.

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somedaylazysomeday · 12 days

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Good Intentions Part Twenty

The Haven gets a new donor, Silco wants a side deal.

Rating: Explicit.

Word Count: 4,900

Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, veiled references to organized crime, arguments, oral sex (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, and blackmail

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You did your best not to squint at the men on the other side of the table. Doing so would only make it look like you were suspicious of them.

You were suspicious of them, of course, but there was no need to be obvious.

“My apologies, gentlemen,” you said slowly. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but with all of the opportunities available to you, I don’t understand why you are so interested in helping to fund the Haven.”

“It’s complicated.” Jayce Talis, the most famous Piltover inventor in recent history, rubbed at the space between his heavy brows.

“I do own and operate a relief organization and facilitate certain healthcare treatments, including minimizing the effects of Shimmer withdrawal,” you pointed out mildly. “Maybe, if you explain it slowly, I can follow along.”

One corner of his mouth curved upward, emphasizing the fullness of his lips. He was famously handsome and infamously unavailable, but that was fine. Your tastes ran in other directions.

His business partner - a man who was known around the Undercity only as Viktor - crossed his arms, slouching back in his seat. You tried not to judge it as a show of poor manners, especially when he straightened his leg with a wince. It was very likely Viktor just needed to adjust positions. Of course, it was equally likely that he didn’t find you very amusing.

“Make your point, Jayce,” Viktor muttered. “We have important business to take care of at the lab.”

“Yes, the lab,” Jayce said, adding a nod in your direction. “As you may already know, HexTech is doing well. We have made several important advancements and are set to debut more over the next few years. We own the patents to everything outright, so all profits come to us. Piltover has given us a few dozen grants and investments have flooded in. We have plenty of money to pursue the further development of HexTech.”

You nodded. It all seemed simple to understand so far.

“There is one particular area where HexTech does not excel: outreach.” Viktor interrupted with an impatient look at his now-pouting business partner. “That is why we reached out to you.”

“Yes, but is there a particular reason you want to support the Haven rather than any other Undercity outreach?” you pressed. Maybe you were a little paranoid, but your recent experiences with Silco had convinced you that being more discerning was probably a smart move.

Jayce sat forward slightly. “The Haven’s track record is impressive. Your expense justification reports have all shown remarkably low operating costs, your residents have started to find work with other Undercity businesses, and there’s plenty of buzz about the dent you’ve made in the Shimmer trade in your neighborhood.”

The blood roared in your ears at that. “That’s an overstatement, of course. Drug use waxes and wanes in neighborhoods over time. It’s just coincidence that Shimmer use decreased when the Haven opened.”

Jayce furrowed his brows, but Viktor looked like you had finally said something interesting. “I assume that is the line one must repeat vehemently if one wants to avoid the attention of the chem barons.”

“Chem barons?” Jayce repeated, now frowning harder. “They’re a local legend, a convenient shadow government that the people can blame their problems on.”

“Of course,” you agreed.

Viktor looked darkly amused. “Nothing more than a legend, certainly.”

“Yeah…” Jayce said slowly, glancing between you and Viktor. “Anyway, we’ve heard about the decreased drug use and we want to support that as much as possible. You and the Haven seem like the best choice to make that happen.”

“How is your security?” Viktor asked abruptly.

“We have a small team of guards for the exterior of the building,” you said honestly. It probably wouldn’t help anything if you told them exactly who was paying for that small team of guards. “There is almost no Enforcer presence in the Lanes, so we can’t count on a patrol happening at a crucial time.”

“I can pull a few strings,” Jayce assured you, totally confident. “I have some connections with the Enforcers. Piltover wants to support new development, especially when it isn’t tied to the drug trade. And they’re not going to find anything better than an anti-Shimmer organization with a proven track record.”

You nodded in acknowledgement of his point, but looked to Viktor. “And you? Do you also think the Haven is a good match for HexTech’s goals?”

Viktor lifted one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I fail to see what impact your outreach could possibly have on the Undercity. The politics are snarled, the people are desperate, and there is too much money to be made from exploitation.”

That was a harsh assessment, but it was true. Jayce cleared his throat uncomfortably, but Viktor spoke again before the better-mannered of the pair could offer any reassurances. “That being said, I am… reluctantly impressed by what I have heard of your meetings with Silco. There are few willing to argue with him.”

You stiffened slightly at Viktor’s mention of Silco. Up to that point, you had both pointedly avoided using his name, as evidenced by the way Jayce was glancing between the two of you.

“I don’t understand,” Jayce admitted. “Who is Silco?”

“You will find out,” Viktor said, the statement sounding both threatening and utterly inevitable as he stood. “I must return to the lab. Jayce, I agree with whatever choice you make.”

You watched as Viktor leaned heavily on the cane and left the building. It was situated at the edge of Piltover, just across the bridge from the Undercity. Jayce had assured you multiple times that, if they were not working on time-sensitive experiments at HexTech, they would have been more than willing to meet you in the Undercity. He may have even been telling the truth.

Jayce was still half-smiling when he looked back at you. “Who is Silco?”

You got the impression that he would keep pushing until he got an answer, so you chose your words carefully. “He is a… major player in the Undercity. He wants- well, he says he’s working for the good of the people. That’s up for debate.”

“But what does he do?” Jayce pressed.

“He’s an industrialist.” You sat very straight on the edge of your chair - not quite standing, but giving the impression that you were ready to leave. “Speaking of helping the Undercity, I need to get back to the Haven. When you’ve made a decision about your outreach, please let me know.”

“Easy enough,” Jayce said, standing to offer a hand over the table. “HexTech would like to provide funding for the Haven, to be used in whatever way you think is appropriate.”

You were giddy with excitement, and it rushed through your veins like adrenaline. Somehow, you managed to keep a straight face long enough to thank Jayce and accept the check he filled out for the Haven. It was generous, which made your heart soar. You would be able to help so many people!

The good news put a spring in your step and you were still bouncing as you climbed the stairs to Silco’s office. Thankfully, no one was around so early in the day - you had serious doubts about your ability to look cranky and irritated right then, but you would have been obliged to put on a performance if there were onlookers.

“You seem cheerful,” Silco noted as you closed the door behind yourself.

“So far, so good,” you told him, walking over to his desk. “What’s the plan for today?”

He ignored your question. “Productive morning, I take it?”

“Very.”

You peered out through the window. The Last Drop was just barely tall enough for you to catch glimpses of the building projects happening over near the Haven. The mechanic’s shop was well on its way to being completed, the construction crews had broken ground on the second apartment building, and the grocers were taking over an existing building, so they were already in the process of hiring staff.

As you leaned back, you caught sight of a familiar handprint on the glass and your lower belly tightened with the reminder of how it had gotten there.

“And how much will HexTech be allotting you?”

With the casually conversational way Silco asked his question, you didn’t immediately notice that anything was wrong. Your attention was split between the handprint on the window and the ever-increasing needs of your body. At last, awareness filtered through and you froze.

‘I-” You cleared your throat, giving your best innocent expression as you turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”

Silco gave an impatient gesture. “Come, pet, we have already discussed that I know all that happens in Zaun.”

“Nothing happened in Zaun,” you said blandly.

His answering look was dry. “But a potential alliance between the Haven and HexTech undeniably concerns Zaun and her future. Do me the courtesy of assuming I know of your meeting with the two inventors behind HexTech.”

“Fine,” you agreed, largely because he gave no indication of moving on. “I met with the owners of HexTech.”

“Thank you,” Silco said, gaze drifting to the window. “And how much has young Talis decided to give the Haven?”

You paused, uncomfortable with the idea that you needed to place a boundary. You and Silco shouldn’t be close enough to need things like boundaries - the clear divisions between you should have been so obvious as to be implied. “I’m not sharing that information with you.”

“Why not?” he asked. “If I know the size of their donation, I can exceed it.”

“I don’t need any more donations at the moment,” you told him.

Silco’s brows unfurrowed. “Ah, that much? Congratulations. You may rest secure in the knowledge that the sale of your morals has fetched so high a price.”

You recoiled at the slight before you could stop yourself. A drug lord was going to lecture you about morals? That bothered you. Surely that was the cause of your discomfort. Any other reason would imply that Silco was important enough to you that his opinion mattered.

“I didn’t have to sacrifice my morals to accept their donation, unlike others the Haven has received in the past,” you told him icily.

Silco stood abruptly, his chair lurching back with the movement. You held your ground, though it took more effort than you were comfortable with. “My donations served your residents just as well as the ones from HexTech will, and at far more dire a time. Do not act as though I were not there to support you every time you have needed me.”

You gaped at that. “Because we’re in a deal! Every donation served you just as well as it did me - it increased your leverage over me and the Haven. Convenient, since you need me around for an easy source of sex.”

He scoffed, looming over you. “Do you truly believe that there are not others who throw themselves at my feet? I receive more offers of easy sex than you would believe possible.”

“Then why keep me around?” you pressed.

“Because you are the only one who offers the slightest hint of a challenge!” he snapped, breathing heavily. You had stepped into him rather than away, and he was already so close that your chest and his were nearly touching. You glared at each other from inches away before one or both of you closed the gap separating you.

His mouth was hard and unyielding against yours, disinterested in any hint of refusal. Fortunately, refusing his kiss was the last thing on your mind. The energy of securing the HexTech donation was still crackling through you, and sex was a wonderful outlet. The slight tinge of irritation accompanying it only served to increase the appeal.

You met him with lips that were already slightly parted, and your tongues were dueling in a moment. Kissing Silco wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to you, but it was still rare enough that you considered it a novel experience.

Your toes were curling at the slow luxury of his mouth on yours. Silco was rarely in a hurry, even now, when you were apparently taking a break in the middle of a fight. Your interest was only piqued further when he started removing your clothing with rough movements. When he had finished, he pushed you backward as you gasped with shock.

Fortunately, Silco had thought far enough ahead to position you close to his desk. The sensation of your bare ass on the cold surface of the desk was jarring, but you watched Silco eagerly. You were more than willing to brave the temperature difference in order to watch him undress for you.

To your surprise, Silco lowered himself, fully-dressed, into his throne-like chair. You eyed him, frowning as he took your ankles in his hands. They were placed to either side of his chair, leaving them supported by the arm rests at his sides. It went without saying that your knees were forced open by the position, leaving your core exposed to the air… and to Silco’s gaze.

That mismatched stare was fixed between your legs, studying the most private parts of you as you tried not to squirm. When he reached out to touch your cunt, you felt his fingertips like electric shocks… but he only parted your folds and continued his silent observation.

Irritation, embarrassment, and need swirled together in you until the pressure pushed words from your mouth. “Silco. What are you doing?”

“Studying my favorite acquisition,” he replied distantly. Even lost in your own distraction, you could feel the echo of your first time together, in this very situation in this very office, when Silco had said something similar. “And wondering how my pet can be so very unyielding, yet yield so delightfully in other areas.”

You frowned at him - not that Silco was looking at your face. “Whatever answers you’re looking for, you aren’t going to find them down there.”

That made him glance upward, a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps it would be best if you lay back.”

You complied, though not without rolling your eyes. “If we’re having a repeat of our first session, I hope the sex is more satisfactor- Oh!”

Without any sort of warning, Silco’s mouth had closed around your clit. You half-lifted back off the surface of his desk, staring down at his face between your legs. You could only hope that your expression was less desperate than you felt, but wicked pleasure filled Silco’s gray-green eye, so you didn’t think that was accurate.

And then he set about making you forget all about expressions and irritations. Silco buried himself between your thighs, teasing you with fingers and lips and tongue and teeth. He nibbled, he stroked, he thrust… He used every hint of weakness he had gathered from you over your time together, recalling every sensation that drove you wild and subjecting you to all of them at once.

You arched up off the desk so sharply that the muscles in your back and abdomen protested. Your knees tried to close around Silco - either to keep him close or to force him away from you, you weren’t sure which - but his shoulders kept you spread open and subjected to his torment.

By the time he had pressed three fingers deep inside of you, your body was glistening with sweat. You were panting, your hips trying to both ride him and grind closer to the lips that were wrapped around your clit.

Silco always ate you like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else, but this was more intense than anything you had experienced with him before. You didn’t remember when you had sank your hands into his hair, but it didn’t matter. You were using him only as an anchor; he never moved far enough away for you to need to pull him back.

At last, he removed himself from you, pulling away almost entirely. The only parts of his body that was touching you were his shoulders, still holding you spread open for him.

“Silco?” you asked, an edge of desperation clear in your voice.

“Shh, pet,” he soothed. “I am trying to decide whether you deserve the reward of coming on my tongue.”

You whined, lifting your hips as if you could convince him to come back.

“I am less than thrilled by your association with the Piltover business,” Silco admitted slowly. Torturously slowly. “Yet I suppose you may have earned a treat for coming to meet with me anyway. Is that correct?”

You nodded.

Silco leaned slightly closer. “You would not break our deal over a single donation from another business, would you?”

You shook your head.

Silco came even closer then - still not touching you, but near enough that you could feel every exhale on your damp folds. “Does our deal still stand, pet?”

You nodded, but Silco shook his head. “I need to hear it in that lovely voice. Tell me, darling: does our deal still stand?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, the dryness in your throat making it difficult to speak. “Yes!”

“Ahh…” he mused. “How long will it stand?”

He watched you with a gaze so sharp you understood instinctively that he would only accept a spoken answer. This one was more challenging; he hadn’t told you what he wanted you to say and thinking was difficult when your brain was soaked in hormones and arousal.

“Until- ah!” Silco had darted a long lick up your folds - not touching anything firmly enough to throw you over the edge, but still startling. And distracting. “As long as I’m in the Undercity.”

“Our deal will stand as long as you are in the Undercity,” Silco repeated. You nodded and he looked thoughtful. “I suppose I must offer sufficient incentive for you to stay, then.”

As if the shock of it removed you from the situation, you noted it dispassionately as he parted you a little more, nestled his nose against your clit, and thrust his stiffened tongue up inside of your heat.

And then the moment of observation passed. You were thrown back into your body just in time for it to go through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your body arced up off the desk again, muscles spasming so hard that you had the vague sense of Silco holding your hips against the surface so you didn’t throw yourself onto the floor.

But that was a dim knowledge, far in the background of your thoughts - the vast majority of your brain was caught in a stranglehold of pleasure. How could you be expected to lay still when every bit of you was crackling with such intense energy? You had to move. It was not possible to do anything else.

At last, Silco removed the live current that was his mouth against your core. He had to struggle against the grip you had on his hair. You weren’t really trying to keep him in place, but your muscles had locked down in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“How do you feel?” he asked conversationally, when he had freed himself from your grip, losing a few strands of hair in the process.

“Nnn umm…” Nope, those weren’t words. You tried again. “Needum mint.”

“Take your time,” Silco invited, relaxing back into his chair. He licked his lips, cleaning the shine of you from them with his tongue. Watching the process made your uncomfortably sensitive body tighten, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. When he had licked everything he could reach, Silco retrieved a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, chin, and cheeks.

If you were capable of higher thought at the moment, you might have been embarrassed by how much of a mess you had made on Silco’s face. Fortunately, the brain fog was still too dense, and you just watched him vacantly.

Rather than rush you into another round, Silco snagged a piece of paper from beside your hip. He lifted it and started to read. From the light that filtered through it from the window behind him, you could see that there were schematics of some kind drawn on the page. They were highly detailed, but something about the writing looked young, like it had been done by someone without fully developed fine motor function.

And then Silco’s fingers wrapped around your ankle and you stopped thinking about anything else. Especially when those fingers began to play idly against your skin, tapping an unfamiliar rhythm on your anklebone.

“How much more reading do you need to do?” you gritted out at last.

Silco glanced up at you instantly, eyebrows raised. “I can stop at any time, pet. I was under the impression that you needed a moment to recover.”

“I have recovered.”

“Why did you not tell me immediately?” Silco asked.

Despite the censurious words, he lazily tucked the schematics into a desk drawer before he stood. In a moment, he had opened the front of his trousers, pushed aside the layers of fabric, and lined himself up with you.

There was something almost sweet about the fact that Silco was so hard. He had brought you pleasure without being touched in return, and yet his erection hadn’t flagged while he sat quietly reading for minutes. For all that he was a selfish, manipulative bastard, Silco was surprisingly impacted by the way he affected you.

Any hints of altruism were shoved aside as Silco plunged inside of you. Rather than hesitating or asking if you were ready, he surged powerfully forward until he was seated as deep inside you as he could be. Your hips shifted to accommodate him and your legs trembled against the arms of his chair as you struggled to surface against the pressure of him stretching your walls.

Silco’s hands were tight on you. One was wrapped around your hips, providing an anchor point as he began to thrust in and out of you. His other hand was firmly on your ass, half-lifting and half-squeezing as he rolled his hips against you.

That rolling motion made your lips part for air as you stared up at the ceiling. Silco was big enough to fill you, but something about that motion put pressure against your walls in a way that felt almost cyclical. It was like he was fucking a little circle inside of you every time he pushed in, which meant that you got intermittent pressure against your g-spot. It was magical.

You tried to lift against him, to counter-thrust and speed things up, but Silco wasn’t having it. His grip was firm enough to hold you utterly still, making sure that all you could do was experience the way he was taking you apart for a second time.

“Silco, please,” you gasped out. “Faster. Harder. Please.”

“No,” he denied simply. Silco’s hand momentarily released your hip to grab your wrist instead. He tugged it downward until your fingers were brushing the throbbing place between your legs. “If you want your pleasure, you’ll have to take it.”

You were tempted to deny him and yourself, if only to prove that he wasn’t in charge of you, but the slight graze of your fingertip over your own clit made you squirm. But if you were going to be responsible for your own orgasm, you were damn well going to make sure that Silco helped.

With some effort, you lifted your legs from where they were still resting on the armrests of Silco’s chair. It took only a moment to wrap them around his waist, and when you tightened them, the pull was strong enough to force Silco forward against you.

When he had bottomed out inside of you, Silco’s grip shifted upward, pressing against the surface of the desk on either side of your hips to support the shift in his center of balance. His eyes widened, startled as you kept him close. You used your newfound freedom to thrust your hips, moving him and out of your core as you strummed at your clit.

The resulting sensations were enough to take you sailing over the edge again. This orgasm was less abrupt than the last one, but almost more satisfying because your inner muscles had something to lock down around.

Dimly, you registered that Silco was trying to withdraw from you, but couldn’t escape the grip of your leg muscles. You only understood his reasoning when his body stiffened, face tightening and growing slack as he reached his own peak.

Silco’s orgasms tended to be subtler than yours, but even his legendary poker face failed him. His expression tightened, then went slack as his body spasmed in a series of explosive surges. He hissed out a curse that sounded like half a prayer, his lips continuing to move long after he had stopped speaking loud enough for you to hear it.

Slowly, you let the tension seep from your leg muscles. When your feet were dangling toward the floor once more, Silco eased himself out of you. The first spill of your combined mess seeped directly onto the surface of Silco’s desk, but he cleaned it up and caught the next with the same cloth he had used to wipe his face earlier.

When Silco was seated in his chair once more, you took the cloth and held it in place as you slid down from the desk. Silco smiled wryly. “I never intend to make such a mess, but you are irresistible. Especially when you’ve wrapped me in those lovely legs. If I must be trapped, I will say that I prefer to be trapped in your embrace.”

“Flatterer,” you accused gently.

“It is a lovely benefit when the truth is flattering,” he replied, giving you a look you didn’t quite understand… until he added, “Now, pet, tell me how much I should write for the amount of my next donation check.”

You turned toward him with an irritated huff. “Are you still talking about this? I don’t need an extra donation from you, especially not when your motivation is simply to outdo someone you consider a threat.”

Silco’s lip curled. “I hardly consider those two boys to be a threat.”

“Then what is your problem with them supporting the Haven?”

“I dislike the idea of Piltover gaining a foothold here in Zaun,” Silco explained after a moment of thought. “Even if their influence is only over a small outreach. It could hinder the growth of Zaun’s independence.”

You bit back the irritation that rose at the Haven being referred to as a small outreach. It was a small outreach, of course, but it was so important in your life. It hurt to be reminded that your work was considered minor to other people.

“Fine,” you said instead of telling him any of that. “What are our options? I’m not telling you how much they donated.”

“Very well,” Silco said tightly. By all appearances, he was displeased with your insistence, but something about the look in his mismatched gaze gave you the distinct impression that he was getting something he had been angling for all day. “If you will not allow me to match HexTech’s donation amount, I would be willing to overlook their involvement in the Haven…”

“And what will it cost me?”

“I want to be part of the Undercity Innovation Committee.”

It took a beat for you to remember what that was. “Jazper’s group? No. Absolutely not.”

Silco watched you in silence. His brow creased and it was like watching a far-away storm building into something catastrophic.

“I have no control over that,” you expanded. “I can’t risk everything I’ve built - I can’t risk the Haven - to argue for you being part of the meetings.”

“And I would never ask you to,” Silco assured you smoothly. “I have other resources at play. All I need from you is not to argue against me being on the committee.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “So you don’t need me to fight for you? Just don’t tell them not to let you join?”

“Yes.”

It seemed simple. Almost too simple. And yet… it had been a long day. You could use some simplicity. “Fine, I agree to those terms. If someone else brings up the possibility of letting you join the committee, I won’t argue against it.”

“Perfect.” Silco took the end of your conversation as an opportunity to refasten his clothing, so you started to get dressed as well.

By the time you had finished, Silco was holding out a slip of paper toward you. You looked from it to his face, unwilling to accept an unknown item from him. He continued to offer it anyway.

“If I understand, your objections were not to me making a donation, but to me trying to make a larger donation than HexTech,” Silco explained. “I do not know how much they donated, but here is my offer.”

“Silco…” you lamented, arms still folded across your chest.

He lifted a brow. “If you prefer, I could resume trying to discover the HexTech donation amount…”

You sighed loudly so there could be no mistaking your irritation as you snatched the check from his hand. You didn’t look at the amount, but the way Silco grinned as you shoved it into your pocket didn’t seem promising.

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The Diamond of Zaun- Chapter Two

Pairings: Vi x Reader kiiiiinda Silco x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: angst, kiiiiiiinda age gap! relationship

a/n: Chapter two everyone! this one actually gets into the plot so im really excited to see what y'all think. Also I'm making it to where Vi and reader are both 17 pre time skip, so around 24/25 after the time skip.

Also Also I've been binging some playthroughs of Final Fantasy VII and I'm absolutely smitten with Cloud Strife so don't be surprised if some drabbles of him come through teehee.

Chapter One

“I finally got a letter back”

Vi’s head instantly turned to you from the couch she was lazing on,

“What does it say?”

You held up the sealed envelope so Vi could see it. She quickly vaulted over the back of the couch to meet you where you stood at the entrance of the gang’s little clubhouse. She waits for you to open it, glancing back and forth between the letter and you, biting your nails in anticipation. “Oooh I can’t open it, I’m too nervous.” You extend the envelope to Vi, flashing a smile, “Can you do the honors?” Vi raises an eyebrow at you and tuts, but regardless, she takes the envelope. She messily tears it open, although careful to not damage the contents of the letter inside. She clears her throat and reads in a pretentious accent,

“Dear Miss Y/n L/n,

With great pleasure, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Piltover Institute of Dance and Performing Arts-”

Vi wasn’t able to finish reading the letter before you grabbed her hands, jumping up and down squealing with excitement. You hop up on the boxing machine platform that has doubled as your mock stage over the years for your ‘grand performances.’ Mostly only for Vi. “I can see it now!” You spin on the stage, holding an air microphone, “Everyone will know my name…I’ll even have it in lights!!” You turn and smile down at Vi. You can feel your cheeks heat up as she looks up, smiling warmly at you. You nervously put down your hands and breathe out a small sigh of relief as she looks back down at the letter. Your excitement swiftly fades to confusion as Vi’s eyebrows furrow, and she continues reading,

“...and we eagerly await your presence on campus in Piltover one week from now… “ she looks up at you, the corners of her lips becoming down-turned, “You’re leaving us in one week?” You step down from the stage to stand in front of Vi once again. You don’t meet her eyes, looking towards the floor,

“Well, classes would begin in one week so…” A moment of silence passes, both of you contemplating the limited amount of time you’ll now have together. You finally gather up the courage to look up at Vi and slip both of your hands into hers. She gazes back into your eyes, despite her tough exterior, you can sense the sadness in her expression. “I promise I’ll come back to you every weekend!” you convince, trying to coax a smile out of her face despite the melancholy moment. You pull her towards the make-shift stage, backing up until you can step up onto the platform. Your thumbs rub circles on her hands as you muster up your award winning smile,

“You know that you’ll always be my favorite person to perform for.”

Current Time

It’s almost as if time had stopped, the way you stood frozen in the hallway outside of your dressing room. Your hand would have shaken if not for its stabling hold on the door. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as your vision became foggy, the image of Vi fading from the sight of her in front of you, to the way you saw her seven years ago, bloodied and…

“Hey Dia, everything alright?” the sound of one of the club’s bouncers jumpstart your brain back into motion. You look towards him then follow his eyes back to Vi and also another tall girl with blue hair that you don't quite recognize, standing behind her. “Is there a problem?” You’re about to open your mouth when Vi hoists herself up from the couch, and strides up to you, placing her hand on your shoulder as she passes. You can only watch, mouth agape, as she turns to the bouncer, grinning at him “No, no problem here, we were just heading out.” She takes ahold of your hand and slips somthing in it, nodding to the bouncer and continuing down the hallway. The blue-haired girl follows close behind, skittishly looking between you and the bouncer before jogging to catch up with Vi. Who is that girl?

Once your brain catches up with the events that just transpired, you move to catch up with them, her name fighting to be freed from your throat, but the bouncer grabs your arm, “Yes?” you hurriedly ask him, you keep your eyes locked on Vi, desperate to catch up with the mystery that is currently walking away from you, carrying all your answers with it.

“Boss left something for ya in your office.”

That catches your attention, and you turn to the bouncer, “the Boss did?” “Yep, came and dropped it off himself.” Thoughts fly through your brain once again but you quickly filter through them, the time-sensitive ones flying to the top. You glance back toward the hallway and once you see it’s empty, you rush toward the door and glance out into the bar. Your eyes squeeze shut in frustration once you realize that Vi is already long gone. You turn, retreating to the back hallway, letting your head fall, but your gaze reminds you of a folded piece of paper in your hand. You quickly return back to your dressing room and open it up. You chuckle at the chicken scratch handwriting thats virtually unintelligible, that is, to almost anyone but you.

Meet me in an hour. You know the place.

Shivers ran down your spine. As time went by, ghosts from your past always seemed to go away, either fading into something else or being gone permanently.

This was not a ghost you’d ever thought you’d see again

After boring holes through the folded, crumpled paper with your stare, you set the note down to get ready. But once you glance up, you're reminded of the ‘something’ that was left in your room.

Not noticing the grand bouquet of fresh flowers sitting square in front of you on the dressing table goes to show the level of distraction that you are currently dealing with. You sit up in your chair, breathing in the scent of fresh tulips. You cup one of the buds in your hands as you glimpse the corner of a card peeking out from the center. You pull it out and have no trouble reading the excellent penmanship,

My Diamond,

I’m so terribly sorry I had to miss your show, but I have no doubt you were as dazzling as usual, please do take these as an apology

-S

Compliments and other such flattery have long since grown weak on you, having heard everything in the book, but you pretend to not feel a slight heat on your cheeks as you place the note back into the bouquet. Instead, you pluck one flower out of the bundle and arrange it into your hair, pulling it up and back away from your face. You quickly change out of your performance outfit and into something you can wear through the streets of the underground. You slip out into the night, heading exactly where you know you’ll meet the pink-haired ghost of your past.

You make sure to listen intently to your surroundings as you traverse your way to the old clubhouse. It being abandoned and such, you never know who could be slinking around, especially with Shimmer affecting the citizens the way it does, causing them to find solace in the shadows. You wish you could retreat in such shadows, but the light always seems to find you.

You reach the broken glass window and navigate through, without marking yourself on the shards. Scars wouldn’t be good. No one likes a damaged product. The glass crunches under your boot as you wander through a place you once practically lived in. Your hand brushes against the boxing machine that holds so many memories. You looked up at the leaderboard. If the power was on it would show Vi holding the top places, and many more after that. Without your knowledge, a smile began to tug at your lips as wetness started to well up in your eyes. Your hands blindly start to grasp to find the switch.

“Don’t bother, they won’t work.” You didn’t need to turn your head to know who was speaking from behind you. Nonetheless, you whirled around, once again glimpsing Vi and an unidentified blue-haired girl. You had questions about her, but those could wait.

“Vi, I-” “Where's my sister?” you two spoke at the same time. “...your sister?” you spoke after a moment of silence. Vi began to stride towards you, her voice becoming more intense and frantic.

“Yes, where's Powder, I need to find her now-”

“Vi where have you been?” Vi stops in her tracks, only a few feet from you as you cut her off. You can feel your throat start to close up as tears start to well in your eyes. You will not let them fall. Your eyebrows furrow in anguish and frustration, why did she leave you?

“I thought you were dead and - and now you just reappear like nothing happened?” You glance down at the shards splintered on the cement floors down below, trying to blink away the wetness in your eyes. “...not even ask how I've been?”

There's a moment of silence between you, but you refuse to look up into her eyes. You’re scared of anything you might see on her face, sadness, anger, but most of all,

Indifference

You could have never imagined the sinking in your stomach when what you were afraid to see is instead delivered to your ears,

“I don’t have time for this-I don't even know why I bothered…you’re too busy galavanting on stage, prancing around for everyone- for Silco.” She spat the words at you like it was poisen in her mouth. You finally look up at her in time to see her turning her back, “...You don’t care about us anymore.” She begins to take a step away but she stops at the sound of your voice,

“You have no idea what I care about!” Your chest tightens and the tears run freely down your cheeks. Images of the seven years you were apart, the seven years you had to do what you could to survive, images of the Garden. Your head buzzes with anger and anguish, and you release it all out onto Vi. You aren’t aware of what you’ll say next, the feelings that have been built up over the last seven years cause words to stream right from your heart to your tongue.

“You have no idea what I have done to protect those I care about...including you.”

You don’t even take a minute to catch your breath before taking long strides towards the broken glass in which you entered. But instead of moving out of the way of Vi you aggressively bump into her shoulder, leaving her stumbling as you continue to the exit. You kick in the glass at your feet, trampling smoothly through the gaping hole. The cool air from outside in the alley blows through your clothes as if they weren’t even there, swiftly calming your hot head and bringing you back to reality. You take a deep breath and turn your head, just enough to be perfectly silhouetted by the neon lights blazing on from outside the valley.

“And by the way, it’s not Powder. Your sister’s name is Jinx.”

Chapter Three

#fem! reader #vi arcane #vi x reader #caitvi #silco x reader #caitlyn kiramman #TheDiamondofZaun

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my--moon · 4 days

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ARCANE WOMEN WITH BIMBO S/O

PAIRING: Arcane Women X Bimbo!Reader (Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn) WARNING: Sexual references. Sexualisation of reader. eating out. straps mentioned. finger fucking. Smut.

JINX:

B-I-M-B-O! You're just Jinx's stupid hoe! >3•

she loves you. she loves fucking you against her bedroom walls as well.

eating your pretty cunt out as she lifted up your short skirt !! such a slutty bitch <33

tv girl duo??? blue and pink !!

let's be honest, she 100% calls you a very colourful range of nicknames (especially in bed, mainly whore n slut )

just imagine her laying you out on her bed, slipping off that awfully short top of yours off, and fondling with your tits as you grind your wet cunt against her. so cute right?

VI:

the femme to her butch!!

makes you ride her strap 100% — also records your pretty moans to make you listen to after

once your done on her hugee cock (strap) she likes to shove her thick fingers in your pussy, and vigorously twirling them in your warm walls

what ? you're tired? you can keep going another round it's okay, she'll treat you to a new dress after <3

lets you do some makeup on her

super sweet and will punch anyone that comment on your style !!

CAITLYN:

shes grown up with modest and classy people, but she does like your ditzy personality, she may find it annoying sometimes but she does love it

you're so adorable!! now eat her out.

let's be honest, you're more proactive n you're probably dom in this situation

she's so cute whining as you thrust against her hot cunt

people's assume she's topping cuz of her personality and your ditzy demeanor but it's the other way around!

none the less, she absolutely spoils you with her family's wealth and power

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 2 months

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SFW only

Oneshots

Sacrifice Reader takes Powder's crystals and hands them over to the enforcers presenting herself as the scapegoat. Being the last kid that Vander had taken in no one would even miss her, right?

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When the bloodbank got robbed Caitlyn has nothing to feed on. You're more than willing to share your blood. - blood, blood sucking, petname bunny, kisses -

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When you realize you're being stalked by a Vampire you don't see any other way besides confronting them. - blood, blood sucking -

Oneshots

Silco x gn!reader Soft Silco as a dad hours. pure fluff

Silco x fem!reader Silco is late and his girls can't help but worry

Series

Vander x Bartender!Waitress!reader A series of little standalone fics following fem!reader and her relationship with Vander and their kids Warnings at the start of each chapter - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -

Oneshots

Vander x fem!reader When Vander wants to sacrifice himself you realize that you can't let him do it. The kids need him. The lanes need him. - angst, hurt/comfort, abduction, forced drug use, torture, character death -

Vander x fem!reader You have a panic attack, luckily Vander is there to help. - panic attack, explicit violence/gore -

Mother's Day Vander x fem!reader The kids and Vander prepare a surprise for you.

Oneshots

Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. You're bad at fighting and Vi hates injustice. - blood, blood sucking, Vi punches people (surprise), hand/wrist kisses) -

#the sewer writes #arcane #arcane x reader #vander x reader #reader x vander #silco x reader #fem!reader #gn!reader #vi x reader #reader x vi #jinx x reader #caitlyn x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

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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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novacqnes · 2 years

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do for love // jinx

summary: jinx was spiraling and despite your attempts there was nothing you could do to stop it

warning: angsty, just kissing, arguing

pairing: jinx x fem reader

word count: 1.1k

a/n: jinx gets a bit aggressive but what else is new-

Part 2

Jinx usually had trouble sleeping, it would take hours before the fatigue finally got to her and when it did, it wasn’t for long. Hence, it didn’t surprise you when you came home to see her wide awake, blasting music while working on a new invention.

You sauntered over to her, running a hand over her striking blue hair.

“Where ya been?” She asked, her tone unsettlingly calm.

You’d rehearsed the excuse in your head practically a million times, you couldn’t show any emotion. Any hint of uncertainty or anxiousness in your voice would tip her off.

You lied, “Sevika wanted me to check on the supply, make sure it’s ready to go for tomorrow.”

She smirked, tugging you down into the chair with her. She turned the chair so that you were pressed against the table and her body. Her hand slid around your neck pulling you into a fiery kiss. Your hands roamed her sculpted body as you let out a soft moan. Jinx’s tongue rolled over yours, deepening the kiss, she moved to your neck, attacking it instantly. You gasped as she left behind light marks that would eventually form into bruises.

She pulled away, only making you want more. You tried to urge her on by grinding against her but she planted her hands firmly on your hips.

“Jinx please…..” You whined.

“Do you love me Y/n?”

The question took you aback. The answer was yes without a doubt but she knew that already. Every day without fail you reassured Jinx that you loved her and today was no different.

“Of course I do,” You cooed.

Moments like these scared you because Jinx became impossible to read. She carefully observed you, brows furrowed. You could feel your heart race the more her blue eyes flickered between yours. She was trying to detect something- a lie.

“Then where were you?” She spat, her voice laced with venom.

“I-I told you, I went to check on the shimmer supply.”

You stood firm in your lie, praying Jinx couldn’t smell the fear radiating off you. You didn’t lie because you wanted to hurt her but because the truth would send her over the edge. For years you’d stood by and watched as she became a pawn for Silco, growing more and more unstable by the days. You knew there was nothing you could from the outside looking in so you joined them, helping out in shimmer production, distribution- anything to be close to her. No matter how taxing it was for you to participate in the undercity’s destruction you tolerated it, because it meant keeping the love of your life safe.

You attempted to reassure Jinx by caressing soft motions on her arms which seemed to work until she leaned in, dangerously close.

“Liar.” She snarled, tightening her grasp on your arm. “One of Silco’s guys said he saw you wandering around Piltover after the explosion. Speaking to an enforcer.”

The knot in your stomach festered upon realizing you were being followed. You were discreet, the only way someone would’ve seen you was if you’d been followed or that Kiramman girl had ratted you- which didn’t seem likely.

“Okay- okay, I lied. I did but I promise it’s not what it looks like alright, I wouldn’t say anything.”

Jinx was unmoved, her painful grip on your arm remained.

You sighed, “That enforcer I was with doesn’t know about you or Silco or any of what we’re doing down here, she was helping me find someone.”

“Who?”

You contemplated what would happen if you told Jinx about your quest to find Vi, and how she’d react. You’d imagine it turning into a heated argument, one that lasted for days, she wasn’t one to give up. For years she was made to believe that her sister was gone but you couldn’t accept that. There had to be some reason as to why Vi had been gone so long and her coming back could be what Jinx needed.

“Vi.”

Finally, she loosened her grip from you, violently shaking her head.

“No, you're lying again. Vi’s dead.” She stammered.

Gingerly, you cupped her face in your hands to soothe her.

“I’m not, I swear. She’s been alive this whole time, in Stillwater.”

Jinx didn’t know what to believe. Silco told her— no he swore to her that Vi was long gone, dead. She’d believed her sister had abandoned her. And why would he lie?

She pushed your hands from her, disgust seeping into her face.

“He said, you’d do this. That you’d lie to me, just like the others but I trusted you!” She hissed, pulling away from you entirely.

“You’ve got it all wrong, baby I’m telling you the truth, he’s the one that’s been lying to you for years!” You cried.

The desperation crept into your voice the more you felt Jinx slip away from you. It was his fault. He manipulated her, turned her against you and you hadn’t even realized it.

She began to storm away, you reached for her, begging,” Please-“

But she yanked her hand away causing you to lose your balance and tumble on the ground. Before you knew it she towered over you, her eyes illuminated by the light. The tears threatened to spill as she fought to look at you, her face scrunched up in pain, anger, love.

“He’s manipulating you, Jinx. I need you to see it, please see it.” You sobbed.

Jinx standing over you made you feel fear like never before. She looked so powerful- almost indestructible. And yet you still yearned for her. No matter how dangerous she became, or how much she hurt you, your love never wavered.

She leaned forward, blinking back her tears. “I love you Y/n, that's the truth. But I’m not gonna let you ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to build.

“Jinx wait-“ You stuttered, stumbling to your feet.

“Silco’s says you’re a threat- so you’re a threat.” She said through gritted teeth, slowly reaching for her shock pistol.

A pained expression flashed across your face as reality hit you like a speeding train. You were losing her, and there was nothing you could do.

“No-no I love you, please you have to listen to me”—

Her grip tightened around the pistol “Leave y/n,” She warned.

“Jinx-“

“GET OUT!” She shouted, whipping the zapper around, directly pointing it at you.

Terrified, you stared down the barrel of the gun desperately searching for signs of you girlfriend. This wasn’t her, this couldn’t be her. All signs of patience had evaporated as Jinx stared right through you. As if she didn’t recognize you, ready to pull the trigger.

#arcane #jinx #jinx arcane #jinx fanfic #arcane fanfic #jinx angst #jinx x fem reader #jinx smut #league of legends #jinx x reader #arcane x reader #arcane fan fiction #arcane angst #vi arcane #silco arcane

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orphicrose · 2 months

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can i request caitlyn kiramman x female zaunite reader who's extremely passionate about the cause of "the nation of zaun" and her hate towards topsiders especially enforcers. maybe like teenage enemies to friends to lovers. also headcanons for if the reader also gets taken in by silco alongside powder/jinx following the cannery explosion. also with the reader being a mage with smoke and shadow related powers.

Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! This is an au where Violet refused to help Caitlyn so she took her mission upon herself.

There will be 3 parts since i got carried away. Head cannons coming soon !

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The lanes were a bitter place, filled with bitter people. Y/n was no stranger to that. She had grown up suffocated by it, downing in ignorance and self-righteousness from the people above. Always wanting more from the life she was given, and strongly believing she was in the wrong for it. Till she met him. He was her savior, at first. The father she'd always dreamed of. Pulling her from the pits of despair and into his arms.

Silco was a powerful individual with big ambitions, sharing her vision of the nation of zaun. He made her believe she were the key to the revolution, being his little toy for a while without her knowledge.

Veins glowing purple, permanently, from the dread of shimmer. Being his lab rat. Shot, after shot. Day in and day out. Short term affects from the drug had worn off after a while of usage, her body growing a tolerance. And with the constant shots of this unknown substance came long term affects, abilities. Silco spent a while, scratching his head, curious as to how shed obtained such skills from his small . But no answers were clear. Perhaps she was just a mutation, a mistake in the universes code.

"Y/n" a name echoed down the halls, Silco's footsteps approaching the rundown room. "I've been waiting for you all morning" his frame leant against the door way, watching her throw an old rubber ball against the wall.

"I'm tired" She bit back, legs crossed and eyes focused on the movement of the sphere leaving her hand.

"That enforcer is sniffing about again. Deal with it or you are doing the patrol tonight" she listened to his footsteps fade away before letting out a frustrated growl. Patrol meant handing out shimmer to the poor beggars in the street. She didn't understand his motifs anymore. How corrupting their people was supposed to help grow their nation. But he had a big plan, she was certain. It would come together eventually.

Life was quiet recently, ever since Vander was stripped from the undercity seven years ago. Quiet from enforcers, that was. Everything else was a drugged up mess.

But when patrols did make their rounds, it was never good.

Y/n climbed her way through the lanes, not in much of a hurry, looking over the bustling streets miles below her feet. Glaring lights reflecting bright pink hues off her face. No Piltover twats anywhere to be seen.

Lurking with a hesitancy in the tall buildings, a young enforcer with little experience. Her curiosity inevitably going to lead to her downfall one day. Scared eyes followed the buildings above her, stretching to the skyline, as she tries her best to take in the unfamiliar scene around her.

"What am i doing...?" She mumbles to herself, adjusting her hood around her neck and sliding it over her blue hair. "I don't even know where i'm going"

She follows the makeshift path in front of her, looking behind her every second with a unjustified fear of being followed. Not looking at the path shortening in front of her, she jolts forward as her foot misses the ground. A gasp escaping her lips, looking down to realize she was still on her feet. An arm stretched out around her shoulders, a barrier between her life and death.

"Yeah, the path ends there" y/n pulled her backwards, stepping back herself.

"I can see that" Caits eyes still widened with surprise, slowly turning to meet the woman's behind her.

It took a few seconds to notice the uniform before her defenses were up. She was the threat that needed to be taken care of.

"Thank you" Her voice both enchanted and concerned y/n. She was so young to be in this line of business, similar to herself. She would have felt sorry if she wasn't from the topside.

"You shouldn't be here." Y/n took a step backwards ever so slightly.

The two looked at each other, almost assessing the others next move or motifs. Caitlyn looking for anything possible to guide her, and y/n looking for an opportunity to get rid of her. The entitled scum.

"I don't suppose you could help me?" She took a step closer, a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. It was strange to see a topsider who wasn't screwing their nose up at the sight of y/n. They usually made it obvious how little they cared, but not this one. It put y/n on edge. She didn't respond to the question, waiting for an answer.

"I'm looking for a... inventor" She chose her words carefully, holding up a unironically decorated bomb. Child like scribbles covering the sheet of its rusted metal. Y/n knew one person who drew like that, who made machines like that. The person who had grown up along side her, like a deranged sister. But a sister nonetheless. "I don't suppose you recognize this?"

Caitlyn knew the answer to that question the moment y/n's eyes fell onto the object in her hand. The worried expression on her face telling her to reach for the rifle on her back. Before both of them knew it, weapons were draw at each others head. Y/n wielding a small, volcanic pistol that her sister had crafted for her hands specially.

The scene had happened so quickly, neither really knew what they were fighting for in the moment.

"You're close to the creator, aren't you" Caitlyn jolted her rifle towards the woman accusingly, one eye resting on the scope.

"You don't know anything"

"She's dangerous"

Both stood in a stand off, waiting for the other to move as an excuse to pull the trigger.

"What are you going to do to whoever invented it?" Y/n questioned, adjusting the pistol in her sweating hands.

Caitlyn took a second to respond. Aiming to diffuse the situation, maybe get information if she was lucky.

"If you tell me who it is, i can help you. The whole of Piltover need someone behind bars for the stunt that was pulled. I need a story"

"A story or a name?" Y/n scoffed. "If i help you, how do I know you won't go behind my back and lock her up anyway? I could kill you right now and let this all be over"

"If i don't return home, they'll send more enforcers. Something tells me you don't want that" She lowered her weapon to the floor slowly, raising her hands above her head as a sign of surrender. "I can get you anything. Money?"

"A meeting with the council" Y/n was quick to order her. Having her priorities in order. "No questions asked, a meeting with the counsel and i'll help you"

"Deal"

"But I need your help with something. I'm not going to give you valuable information without being able to trust you first" Y/n prodded her shoulder with the barrel of her gun. Waiting for conformation.

Caitlyn shook her head, looking at the ground below her. A sigh escaping her lips. "Fine, but i won't hurt anyone"

"Then you have yourself a deal, buttercup"

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The young mage toured the enforcer around the maze of the lanes. Checking to make sure she was keeping up with her every so often, and finding it amusing when she hesitated to jump across the buildings with her. Her poorly executed jumps resulting in a thud in the metal of the rooftops, winding herself with every landing.

"keep up" She heard y/n's voice echo in front of her, struggling to keep up.

"Where are we going" Her breathlessness making her words almost unintelligible. Frustration across her face when there was no response to her reasonable question.

What felt like an eternity of running for the English, was just ten minutes. In ten minutes they had arrived at a tall, metal structure. Seemingly an old radio tower. Overlooking all of the underground, if it wasn't surrounded by a thick pollution.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing yet?"

Y/n rolled up her sleeves, walking around the unstable structure as if she had lost something.

"Hello?" Y/n's hand fell to Caitlyn's mouth, forcing her to be quiet. The enforcer seconds away from struggling till a faint buzzing could be heard.

"Quiet, they are coming" She slowly moved her hand away, moving to her side. "Don't say anything and let me handle this okay?"

Strange, considering she was there to help and she was ordered not to do anything. Her back was up but Caitlyn had no time to argue, before a group of hoverboards came into view. The riders wearing masks and distinctive markings on their clothes. She recognized them. They were the firelights.

"Ekko" Y/n moved forward as the three figures gracefully walked off their boards and towards the woman. A hand held out, waiting for something. A drug deal?

Y/n pulled a shining blue rock from her pocket, emanating power. The hues shone through the fog and reflected off the eye holes cut into Ekko's mask. He took no time to snatch the orb away from her, inspecting it before passing it to his college behind him for safe keeping. A small envelop being pulled from his breast pocket and dropped into y/ns hand with little care.

Caitlyn's rage built inside her, leaping from her feet to attempt to grab the boy before he had the chance to escape. But she was too slow. Cursing them out as they faded away.

"Don't think i don't know what that was. I could see it a mile away glowing in your pocket." Y/n laughed, inspecting the piece of paper and tucking it neatly away in a back pocket.

"That was priceless! Do you know what you've done? Do you know what they could do with that?" Cait's voice more urgent than y/n had seen yet. Arms flailing about to further exaggerate her point.

"Yes, more than anyone-"

"And you gave it away for a piece of paper?"

"I need this! Don't worry, buttercup. We will get your little stone back. Trust me, this isn't good for me either" Y/n shrugged, beginning to walk towards a ladder that would lead them towards the ground.

Caitlyn mindlessly followed her. "Then why did you give it away so easily?"

"That's my business, okay? Stop worrying, we will get it back. Their defenses aren't exactly advanced right now." Y/n grabbed the top of the ladder and began her decent, voice following her down. Caitlyn's brows furrowed, muscles tensed with agitation. Now she didn't have a choice but to follow this woman through the dangers of the lanes. Screw her mission, that stone was far more important.

"This is ridiculous"

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ughthisisntright · 10 months

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Dirty Little Secret | Silco x Reader

Summary: You didn't mean to fall in love with your best friend's father.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, female masturbation, visions and descriptions of sex, stalking

Word Count: 2,582

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It was an accident.

It was an honest accident.

That didn’t mean it didn’t feel good.

The way his gaze would fall on you, the caring little glances he’d shoot you, and the kind way in which he caressed your shoulder when speaking to you. Butterflies took up residence in your belly whenever he spoke to you. And they threatened to fall out of your mouth if you tried speaking to him. His cool, casual demeanor mixed with that feigned Topside-esque kind of air about him was swoon-worthy.

But still. It was an accident.

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vinciwolf · 2 years

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Pushed

Silco x fem!Reader

Synopsis: don’t test the hand that gives you pleasure

Warnings: Explicit, nsfw, MDNI

A/N: Silco’s hands hnnnngggg

The whole room swayed as the air around your head became heavy and intoxicated. You weren’t drunk. No, not at all.

It was the way his slippery tongue dragged along the edge of your mouth that stifled your moans reverberating against the large hand snaring your larynx. Fingers dimpled the skin they gripped as the man in front of your, now flush against your chest, a hand between your shoulder blades, pushed you backwards with his hips

Pinched skin jolted your senses when the edge of Silco’s desk rammed the back of your thighs. Angry, your bit hard at the rat man’s lip earning the hand occupying your throat, controlling your breath, a rough press and squeeze of your windpipe. His other hand came down and clamped the underside of your ass, bending your leg sharply, and tilted his pelvis inwards towards your heat then quickly retreated.

An audible whine rolled through your chest as you craved the feeling of his bulge against your sopping mess below just once more.

The Eye of Zaun’s sneered into your mouth.

He was in control and you knew better.

The force of the painful grip on your leg led you to slip the rest of your rear onto the desk behind you which allowed Silco’s midriff to spread your leg apart as he pinned you flat beneath his weight.

"You really want to do this here?" he taunted with a smug satisfactory smirk when he rolled his bulge into your throbbing cunt again, edging another moan from you.

Leaning up on hands on either side of your face, he hovered and eyed your panting chest, breasts peeking forward, before he clutched the fabric and ripped open your shirt with a loud tear, buttons popping and jumping everywhere.

He then shoved a breast out of your bra and lapped at the nipple, its peak dragging along the rough texture of his tongue making your spine lurch backwards in an arch.

Air moves swiftly with a whoosh as the office door swings open unexpectedly.

It was Sevika.

Her mouth dropped open wordlessly while her eyes darted between the coupled bodies on her boss’s desk, his mouth midway pleasuring his mistress’s nipple. Silco pulled away and stood up straight, hips still pinning you to the desk. Neck stretching, you peer at Sevika’s upside-down figure currently taking up most of the door’s threshold, then smiled.

Then your mind thought of the most brutal way to get back at Silco.

A hand climbed slowly up Silco’s waistcoat, buttons pressed sideways and moved around beneath your palm snaking up the length of his torso. Then, with a swirl of your wrist, his tie entangled your hand and was used to hoist yourself even along his lean frame. Silco was firm in his place, acting unfazed, but you could feel his breath hasten against your breasts.

“Is there anything you—“

“Uh, no, I, Uh,” Sevika couldn’t peel her eyes away as you kissed Silco’s neck, the sloppy wetness could be deliberately heard as your mouth claimed wherever it desired.

One hand idly wondered down his backside…

“Well, if you don’t require any AH—ssistance!”

…only to land a blow to his ass cheek.

A smug grin pulled your face tightly. You win.

You heard Sevika mumble something, then came a hard thud from the door behind.

The air was knocked from your lungs as Silco’s hands forced you down and claimed your wrists. He clutched your wrists together with an iron grip then transferred to only one hand just when the other disappeared out of sight.

You mewled and bit your lip when you felt his fingers slip below your underwear and cup the apex of your heat, intentionally avoiding putting pressure on your clit much to your great pain as you rolled your pelvis into his palm, trying to create the traction your body so badly craved.

Silco steel eyes bore into your own before they squinted as his lip pulled faintly into a wicked grin. His face moved a hair’s length above the shell of your ear, invading your entire body with a low, grainy voice.

"This will be done to you slowly.”

"I won't beg," you challenged.

"Oh?” he chimed, “I'm sure you will eventually. Everyone has their breaking point."

Your breath stuttered briefly then abrupted into loud spasms of pleasure when two fingers curled into your pussy.

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“I know you better than you think.”Jinx x General Neutral reader.

This is a rough draft. I wanted to post another post anyway and practice my writing a bit more. So this scene takes place in the long-awaited season two. Your character (along with the entire main cast) has managed to capture Jinx and have her held prisoner awaiting trial possibly being sent to death. You believe she can be changed and deep down still has feelings for you, so you do whatever it takes to save her, even if it means your own death.

You approached the jail cell, alone in the dark, wet silent dungeon. Despite Piltover having a bright and beautiful future, their prison system was still shit. The cell was dark and cold, with very little light to shine through. A figure sat in the middle of the darkness with its knees to its chest, two bloodshot pink eyes staring back at you between the bars, like a monster in the darkness.

“Come to throw peanuts at the monkey like the rest of the zookeepers?” The figure asked in a raspy voice.

“I just want to talk.”

The figure scoffed, stood up, and walked slowly over to the cell door. Blue and pink fingernails interlocked between the bars and she pressed her face against the opening, not once ever taking her eyes off of you. You stood strong with your arms by your side and your head held high. Jinx looked at you with a small malicious smirk. “How's your side holding up? Still a little sore are we?”

You subconsciously reach over to your scar. A flashback plays in your head to you backing up from a hug. After releasing her from a hug you heard a loud popping sound and stepped back. Looking down to your stomach, you see a red hole and blood began to form and pour from it. your wound.

“So you came to try and talk some “sense” into me huh?” she air quoted while chuckling softly.

“No, just to talk.”

“About?”

“Whatever you’d like..”

She tilted her head and sneered. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

You placed your hands in your pockets and walked slowly over to the cell. Despite your outside demeanor, you will always have that need for comfort. Deep down you want to believe she can change. You long for the old Jinx, the beautiful, crazy girl who taught you how to shoot and advance your mechanic skills. That was your jinx, the one you knew. You long for the jinx that you love. The person in the cell with pink eyes and a malicious smile is not her.

“I'm not going to force you to,” you look around the jail hallway. “Despite how things seem right now, I promise I'm not your enemy. I want to help you.”

A sad smile formed on her lips and her eyes took a kinder appearance. In a twisted way, she almost looked like the old Jinx. The person you love.

“Same old (Y/N), always looking out for the little people.” her small smile turned back to a smirk. “If you think I'm going to stand here and listen to your bullshit, You know Silco was right, in the end, everyone betrayed us. I'm alone.”

“I'm trying to help you, Jinx.” you pleaded.

“Really? I don't see you in a cell.” she scoffed while lazily rolling between the bars.

“I was trying to save the city, not burn it to the ground!” you retorted. She giggled while glaring at you.

“That's rich! Judging by such a good job you've done, I’d even go as far as to say that you’re a class act!” she said snickering. You lowered your gaze and you tightened your arms closer to your body.

“I've made my mistakes, I'm not going to deny it. But what I've done has been to help people to the best of my ability.”

“Spoken like a true hero (Y/N).”

“Please sweets I-”

She slammed her hands against the bars, causing you to flinch slightly. “Do. Not. Call. Me. That.” she seethed slowly. Her grip around the bars tightened making her already pale knuckles turn stark white. “You lost the right to, the minute you betrayed me.” Her anger grew. “You’re no hero, you’re a failure. You failed to save Piltover, you failed to stop the movement of shimmer and you failed to save me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. How did things come to this? Why does she insist on hurting you like this? You turned away slightly and quickly wiped away your tears. No matter how much she treated you like this, you refused to have anyone see you as such. Not for being seen as weak, you already had enough of that going around. You hated when people you love or care for saw you break down. You didn't see it with your back turned, Jinx’s anger had died down her expression faltered to a mixture of regret and sadness. Slowly she lessened her grip on the bars of the cell and reached out for you partially, pulling her hand back through and back onto the bars.

“They want to execute you, you know?” you said still facing the other direction.

“And I guess I'm supposed to thank you for not allowing that to happen?” she asked.

Sighing you turn back around. “They don't know I'm here right now.” she narrowed her eyes a bit.

“So what's your point?”

You step forward cautiously. “The citizens of Piltover and Zaun don’t know you as I do. They see you as this vile, horrible, bomb-toting psycho who will kill anyone in her way no matter what the cost. They see you as a monster Jinx.” you say sadly.

“Well, they’re right.” she smiled. This made your heart drop down to hell.

“You are not a monster Jinx.”

“Yes, I am. I’ve accepted it, why haven't you?” she spat.

“Really? Ok, prove it.” She eyes you up and down as you walk toward her cell door and unlock it. You pull open the door and step back. “You're free to leave.”

Jinx looked up at you and smirked with her devilishly pink eyes trained on you. “Oh really?” she giggled. Like a cat, she leaped off her cot and strutted towards the open cell door, and stopped at the entrance.

You don't answer her, you look away from her predatory gaze and glance at the floor.

“For a smart guy, this was an incredibly stupid move (Y/N).” she giggles, baring her teeth like a predator. Crossing her arms she continues to look at you, you can feel her gaze burning into your soul. “What’s the catch toots?�� she asked.

“Like I said you are free to leave, but to do so, you have to kill me.”

Her smile widens. “Is that all? Really?” she steps out of the cell and invades your personal space immediately. Your gaze meets hers unwavering. You stare into her pink eyes looking to see if you even see a fraction of the person. That once was. “You want to fight, is that it?” she asked smiling widely and unervingly.

“No, I don't want to fight you, Jinx. Like I said you can leave, but you have to kill me first.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” she warns. As soon as she moves, you pull her pistol out and aim it at her as quickly as you can. She runs almost directly into the barrel of the gun and holds her hands up. Her eyes were wide as saucers and shocked as all can be. She smiles and backs up slowly, putting on a pouty, almost innocent expression. “Oh no, (Y/N) you wouldn't shoot little ole me now would you?” she mocked.

You lower put the safety on and twirl the pistol around your finger until the barrel is facing downwards and you raise it to her. She looks at you confused and then snatches the gun away with annoyance added to her voice “, That's no fun, at least make it a challenge toots.”

“I told you I'm not going to fight you.”

She smiles and slowly walks toward you. “Maybe I should shoot you again, remind you that I'm not that person anymore. That jinx that you loved? She’s gone. I'm all that remains.”

“Good, then this should be easy for you.” You say. She looks down at the gun and back at you. Her grip tightened around the handle. “What are you waiting for?” you ask. She turns her gaze back onto you, glaring at you. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” you grab her hand with the gun and you raise it to your forehead, and place the barrel between your eyes. Her eyes widen and her hand starts to shake a little bit.

“What's the big deal?” You ask. “You’re the big bad villain everyone says you are right? This is what they do! They kill their friends and family.” she lowers her gaze a bit. “Their loved ones,” you say quietly. “They do whatever is necessary to get what they want right?...RIGHT?!” you say sharply, yanking her arm harshly. A scowl grows on her face and her jaw tightens. “Come on, Sweets, kill me.”

She raises the gun and cocks the hammer back. Her arm shaking like a leaf and her eyes glaring into yours. A silence fell over the both of you. A few seconds roll by as they seem like hours. She tightens her grip on the gun and growls. Still nothing. “You can’t do it, can you?” you ask. You reach out slowly and push the barrel down towards the floor. “No matter what you tell yourself or what others may say, you still care. Otherwise, you would have killed me that night.”

“I missed.” she scoffed.

“No. You missed it because you chose to. I've seen you shoot before and not once have you ever missed a shot. Even when you are distracted you always hit your target. You wouldn't have missed it unless you had meant to.” you say. “Underneath all that hate and shimmer is still the Jinx I fell in love with. It's still you and I’ll never give up on you, no matter what happens.”

Tears fell from her cheeks. She let go of the gun and it clattered to the floor. She wiped the tears as they fell and you walked closer to her and lightly wrapped your arms around her. She flinched at the tender touch at first but then slowly melted into your hug and cried Into your chest. Her sobs were muffled by your jacket. You wrapped around her tightly and lowered your jaw on the top of her head. You closed your eyes as a few tears of your own slowly fell from your cheeks.

“It's going to be ok, I’m going to get you out of here,” you said.

I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know if you want me to try and write any particular ones you would like to see, I'm trying to practice my writing and that should include any genre. Thank you for reading.

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