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how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument //HC
Summary: how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument?
Includes: Ekko, Silco
a/n: No proof read, have fun reading and dont be shy requesting, I love request.
Ekko:
Well, it happened in a bad argument
You had a fight because he didn't seem to understand that he should take care of himself and that you were worried about him.
"Don't you understand?" he was almost shouting "I am the leader of the Firelights! I can't play it safe while my allies risk their lives and die in battle! I don't have time for this!"
"I'm just worried about you, Ekko. If you would just be a little more carefu-" "If you wouldn't be so childish, we wouldn't be arguing right now!" "You know that's not true!"
“oh fuck off! You just don't want me to go because you don't want me to be out with the others!”
"What are you talking about! I don't care about that. I just don't want you to die!" Now you were desperately screaming with thick tears running down your cheek and leaving red streaks on your face
He wouldn't listen to you. He just pushed you away and didn't seem to care about your feelings. But you did care about him. Just the thought that he would die someday on a mission turned your stomach in an unpleasant way.
your suppressed sobs filled the now silent room
only now he seemed to notice your tears- his eyes widened slightly
"Shit, Firefly I-I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to make you cry. Shit. Forgive me.
The boy stuttered in panic as he tried to gently wipe your tears from your face.
"I'm sorry, I really am." he whispered as he spread little kisses all over your face. little 'I love you's' after each kiss
you scrunched your nose and mumbled "I just don't want you to get hurt. I know what you do is important, but every time you leave, I'm afraid you won't come back. That's scares me.
“’m sorry, Firefly.” he said after he kissed you on the nose.
"I try to be more careful. It's just that as a leader, I can't play it safe. Everyone relies on me."
"I know," you sighed as you pressed your face into his chest.
"Come on I'll make it up to you." he said with a smile as he picked you up and threw you on the bed.
you shrieked when he did that. "Here comes the tickle monster! Gaaahhh!!!"
A few hours later you two were lying in bed. Legs tangled together. Your head was on his chest.
"Babe?" asked Ekko since you two hadn't talked in a while. "Mmm, Noodle Doodle?" he chuckled.
Slowly he turned to you till you were facing each other. His breath over your lips.
A quick kiss- "I love you, Y/n" "Mhm, I love me too." he pinched your side. "Ouch, I'm kidding! I love you too big baby."
Silco:
He's a busy man, everybody knows that.
so it was clear that he missed dates or couldn't spend as much time with you as he did sitting at his desk writing papers
but sometimes it looked like he liked the paperwork more than he liked you
And when he missed your anniversary, something inside you burst. And before you knew it, razor-sharp words flew between the two of you.
"I'm just saying you should spend a little more time with me! Hell, you even missed our anniversary!"
"It's just a day like any other! Don't be so resentful. I just have to work a lot not like you! Why do you think I am where I am right now!"
"I don't want you to give up all your work! I just want maybe one hour with my boyfriend! It would be enough if you would sleep in my room, but hell you always fall asleep on your desk!" you said with a raised voice.
it was too much for you. Couldn't he understand? Couldn't he sacrifice even a few minutes for you, was that too much to ask? angry tears pooling in your eyes
he straightened up, trying to strengthen his dominance.
"Fine!" you snorted, walking past him. If he didn't want your company, you wouldn't bother him. Silco sighed, "Y/n-" too late, because you slammed the door to his office and ran into your room.
Hours passed. Silco was not looking for you. It was better that way. You looked terrible. Red eyes, a runny nose, tousled hair and a damn headache.
At some point Sevika came to look for you.
"you look like shit." "Mhm" "Ok what happened?" "Nothing." "I'll talk to him."
she went to him and told him no matter what kind of fight you had, you should end it and that it bothers everyone
silco just sighed and stroked his hair back.
Sevika was right, he knew that. He himself noticed how his thoughts drifted to you, his concentration dwindled.
He let himself sink back into his chair. It did not help. He has to talk to you.
You were lying under your thick blanket when a firm knock broke the silence
The door was opened and Silco entered the darkness of your room
"Y/n-" "What do you want?" you said somewhat briskly with a hoarse voice from all the crying.
Your back turned to him
He sat down on your bed, his weight made the mattress dip a bit
"Love, look at me” you turned around
His breath caught a little when he saw your red eyes. Had it really affected you that much? When he thought about it, he had really acted a bit coldly.
He exhaled a deep puff of air and put his cold hand on your puffy face
"I'm sorry darling. I didn't pay attention to your feelings and reacted coldly. That was childish of me. I know how much that means to you. and i hope i can make it up to you for the missed anniversary”
"Even if it's just a day like any other?" you said with a raised brow
“I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it" he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead
"Mhmmmmm you have to make it up to me with 100- no 1000 kisses. And I want cuddles." you command in a childish demanor
“Everything you want darling.”
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Kintsugi
Rating: Mature
Silco x gn!reader, established relationship, angst, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort,
Word count: 6.1k
Beta readers: @spoczkot @deny-the-issue
I was absolutely inspired by this beautiful Silco fanart by @spoczkot. Kintsugi—repairing broken pottery with gold—is such an incredible concept that I couldn't help but think of when I saw the shiny gold ink used for this art. Naturally, it made me think of Silco and his scars. That spiraled into this one-shot.
Banner art by @scmkart . Be sure to also check out the full art here!
A storm in the Undercity has you remembering one from your past. Silco, fresh from Vander's betrayal, has to learn how to cope with his new face and broken revolution. You're there to comfort him and get him back on his feet.
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A/N: ngl, I'm super proud of this one, y'all. I've been trying to be a bit more flowery with my narrative and this fic (inspired by that amazing art) really feels like I've improved in that area.
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After You (Oneshot)
Five years, seven-months, twenty-six days. That's how long it's been after you left behind the life of a rebel, a forgotten warehouse at the docks, the man inside, and the dream the two of you had shared.
You didn't realize you hadn't left that night - left that life, place and that man - alone. And it taken that man - now an Eye, a King, and that dream closer in-reach - five years, seven months, and twenty-six days, to realize that as well.
But he's realized. And he comes knocking.
Silco X F!Reader | 6965 Wordcount | AO3
Reunion, feral-Zaunite-rebels-to-lovers-to-strangers-to-brief-enemies-to-lovers again, surprise!child, Dad!Silco, protectiveness, brief violence, arguing, angst with fluff, soft ending, some romance, this is SO self-indulgent and I won't apologize for it
You imagined there was an abundance of people, who would love nothing more, than to slam a door in Silco’s face, and live to tell the tale.
He was far from beloved - even upon your return, to a Zaun you barely recognized, it was clear that few and far-between held any positive-regards to the name, and the only reaction evoked from asking about the man-himself, earned a pale-expression and terrified eyes.
Which was why you only asked about his name once.
But unfortunately, asking once, was just-enough to get him to your door, which you leaned against after promptly slamming it in his face.
Many would probably relish such an opportunity.
You were swallowing back a sudden, frantic sob as you pressed your forehead against the chilly-metal, as your heart pounded at a stampeding-speed with fingers gripping the door handle for dear-life. It seemed like your only method of remaining stable, as the world seemed to turn on its axis the instant you caught sight of an eye cooler than the green-sea, with another that burned like hellfire.
It wouldn’t be the first time you looked into those equally-damned eyes, and felt the world shift erratically beneath your feet.
“Go away.” How you managed speech was beyond you, but you managed to croak-out nonetheless, “How did you even find me?”
“... not as quickly as I had hoped.”
Swallowing thickly, you forced your mind to equate the jumping of your heart to the fact that the most feared-man in the Undercity had found you, rather than the flip your heart gave at the thought that Silco had looked for you... “C-clearly, you didn’t look hard enough. Or long enough. What, four, five years?”
Five years, seven months, twenty-six days.
You don’t know why you counted.
(You did.)
“I’m hardly to blame. If memory serves, you are unbearably stubborn, and more exceedingly stubborn when you do not wish to be found.”
He sounds close to the door - unbearably-so, and you swallow again when your heart jerks once-more at the image of his own forehead pressed against the surface of the single door that separates you from him.
You try, and fail, not to lean heavier against the door at the realization.
“... so. What made this the winning-search?”
“For starters, you are in my city.” His tone takes on a dry note at this, reminding you sharply that there is a limit to the impossible-amount of patience his tone previously held, and five-plus years of it had already been used up. “You did not help your case by asking too-pointed questions about who was currently residing at the top of the food-chain, either.”
“Sorry for trying to be thorough.”
Silco hesitates, before his voice regains that less-stern quality... Unmistakably, there is something soft in his words as he says your name, in a way that makes your eyes flutter, even as his following words make your knuckles ache with how tightly you hold the door closed. “You also did not return alone.”
Shit.
Once more, there’s something tight, panicked, and it’s pressing from the inside of your trachea in an illusion to choking.
“... then you know why I want you to go away.”
“And surely, you must know why I cannot. Not without speaking with you.”
“Just me?”
A short burst of air, a sigh that doesn’t try to sound heavy with frustration, not when his words are attempting to remain so-carefully neutral. “I would think you returned for a reason... you spoke my name, knowing the risks by simply asking, for a reason. I would like to know why.” Body jumps at the faintest sound of a weight landing on hollowed-metal, you realize in astonishment that the man had simply placed his palm upon the surface of the door, an action that was far-more... personal, then you thought he would dare-show. “I would like to see you.”
“... just me?”
“If... that is what you wish.” A condition that is clearly not his preference, but the fact that he’s not wrecking down the door in the first-place, let alone actually taking your wish into consideration, is something to appreciate.
You also appreciate the fact that he doesn’t lie, when you quietly ask how many are standing guard beyond your apartment-door. “Two. They will remain outside.”
A solitary interrogation, though one you really should’ve expected.
Returning to Zaun had been the farthest thing from your mind, five years, seven months and twenty-six days ago. Smuggling away on a freight up-Pilt had been difficult enough, without even taking into consideration the conditions surrounding your escape.
Impulsively-driven as it was, it was a choice you stood-by when dawn broke through the morning fog of the river, and you watched as the twin-cities of progress and desolation-itself grew smaller, smaller and even-smaller, before disappearing entirely on the horizon as the ship sailed away.
You had accepted that, that the last sight you would ever have of your home, would be a dark-speck upon the far horizon.
But, like many things that drove you to leave in the first-place, the changing of other-circumstances brought you right-back.
Even now, you can’t say you’ve regretted any of it.
Not even as you open the door, and come face-to-scarred-face with the Eye of Zaun himself, and wordlessly nod your head back, as an invitation to come in. You regret none of the choices, even the most asinine and reckless ones, even as his two-toned gaze locks on you with an intensity that nearly freezes you in-place.
Somehow, despite finding kinship with statues, you manage to pull the door open wider, just enough for the Eye of Zaun to slip-through, back into your life once-again.
He doesn’t.
Silco continues to stare at you, with fervor, with unsplit, rapt concentration, and with eyes that have grown older, sharper, though the red burns with pupils that have become even more-ruinous...
Your heart, ever reactive, jolts at the realization that the most feared, infamous man in the whole of Zaun, looks at you like he’s wanted nothing more than to lay eyes on you for the last five years, seven months, and twenty-six days.
You suddenly wonder, if he’s been counting too.
“Come in,” You manage, and don’t move beyond that.
“I will,” He says, and then, also, doesn’t move beyond saying that.
You take in one-another, in an odd-sort of calm that is crackling, threatening to burst and pop with the tension that spans the space between you both. While your own gaze takes its time, and takes him in with careful attention to the new details that present themselves before you, and tell a story without there needing-be any other words.
The scars are covered, under a layer of makeup that would be almost comical, when it becomes apparent the goal was to hide the existence of the marring-feature of his face. You don’t laugh though, instead taking in the faint shine that gleams in the cracked-pupil of his ruined, bloody gaze, and releasing a shaky exhale when you register the shine in his eye is in a purple shade.
You had hoped to never see that exact-hue of violet again, when you left Zaun.
When you returned, you saw far too-much of it, and have to quickly drag your gaze away before the twisting in your stomach coils any tighter.
Taking in the graying of his hair, streaks that speak of toil and trouble more than stress and age, your eyes come back down to also take-stock of the rich, lavious cut of his coat and matching-attire. Russets, maroons and raven-blacks... by Janna, the bastard now-wears what looks like real gold to line his cut too, but even that isn’t what is the most startling of the image that stands before you.
“Your knee.”
“... What of it?”
“You were... I mean,” Biting down on your lip, you suddenly feel like an idiot for putting so much focus into a detail, that isn’t just old, but one that is now five-plus-years made irrelevant. “... the cut, from then.”
More of a stab. One lucky bastard, who quickly became one unlucky bastard, when it became evident that a single downward swipe of a dull-blade was nothing in comparison to the fury of a man with nothing to lose, and more than enough rage to exercise upon the treasonous, and the unlucky.
The blood of the traitor far-exceeded the blood that gushed from his leg, missing artery and bone, apparently-so by the merits of what-luck the other bastard didn’t have. Regardless, it had been enough red to send you into a dizzying panic upon discovery, bile held back even as your tongue let out curses upon vile curses at recklessness, at stupidity, and at the gall of the man to be caught unawares-enough to be hurt...
You had bandaged him yourself that night.
Taken his terse-sarcasm, the tight-tone full of sass he had to offer to combat your worry and indignation. Taken his quiet-scoffs as you offered hisses about his morality, taken his weak glares as you took his red-soaked leg in hand instead of, correctly, passing him off to be under the care of the actual ‘doctor.’
You had taken the duty upon yourself though, taken the burden of ensuring the man you-followed didn’t bleed out. You had taken it, without too much complaint, but more than enough words of anger, and of concern that went beyond the speech of a worried employee...
In turn, Silco had taken something too, that night.
Maybe it was the way you took none of his excuses, and took none of his shit when it came to his commands to let the scientist take-over your care. Maybe it was the way you took initiative, or took him to his quarters without command - or rather, ignoring the ones that told you to do anything different - and took him to be cleaned, wrapped and healed-up in a way that wouldn’t give him a limp for months and months to come.
You don’t know what it was, that had Silco taken enough with you to do what he did that night.
All you know, is after a final bandage and a final, shaky breath that leaked away the last of your anger and distress for his well-being, the man had leaned forward, taken your chin in hand, and then had taken your lips with his own.
Some would say, that the rest was history.
But, raising your eyes slowly away from an unbandaged-leg, and gazing into his forever unmatching eyes once-more, in the present, you know full-well that the story between you did not end there.
“It healed.”
“I see.”
“May I come in?”
“Would I even be able to stop you?”
At this, at last, he smiles. A tiny thing, and remarkably, it’s more than a little tired, and maybe even a little sad, if one were to believe it.
“I would hope, after everything, that you wouldn’t.”
It’s the closest thing to a plea that Silco could ever offer you.
And it's just enough for you to open the door an inch wider, ignore the two guards posted vigilantly outside your apartment door, and invite him inside.
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Chapter 39 "Still You Dance On" is here!
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It's been more than a minute, but I'm back again. And hopefully I'll be back again soon! Enjoy more Sevika, Silco, Jinx, and reader silliness <3
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠
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《 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻?》
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『𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆』
The next day, Aj woke up early to help Vander set up and open up the bar.
"So how's the girls?" Vander asked while they raised the small barrier in front of the store.
"Their ok so far; we actually got to know each other a little better yesterday, and they loved my cupcakes." Vander gave the little boy a smile and ruffled his hair.
"You're a good kid. Aj, don't change for anyone, ok?" Aj was slightly confused but nodded either way.
He decided to go into the kitchen and make some breakfast for them. He checked through the cupboards and frowned when he couldn't find much, which meant they had to go out for supplies, something that he knew his mother would disagree with.
His demeanor instantly flipped over when he found some pancake mix. He happily cheered on the inside and grabbed the mix.
He made sure to prepare enough pancakes for everyone, but it did cost him the whole mix. He made a mental note to ask Vander to go out for some more.
He grabbed a big tray and placed the plates of pancakes on them before leaving the kitchen just in time to see his mom walk into the bar with some of her crew.
"Hey, mom, want some pancakes?" He asked, holding the tray up to her.
Even though Sevika never really ate breakfast, she always ate what her son made, usually to rate it for him, so she took a plate, he handed her a plastic fork, and she took a piece of the pancakes before taking a bite.
She hummed at the flavors and nodded her head in acknowledgement. "It's really good. Keep up the work, chump." She patted his head and walked off.
"You guys want any? I made a lot," he gestured to the crew. One of the guys shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why not?" He took a plate and a plastic fork.
"Thanks, little man," he said. A few more people took some before they followed Sevika to a table to play cards.
"Hey Vander You should eat something." Vander gave the boy a small smirk and waved him off. "It's alright, mate; I'll be fine. You should go check on the girls." Aj frowned a little, but decided to do so.
He made it downstairs and saw that the girls were already awake. "Hey Vi, hey Powder, I hope you guys are hungry because I made some pancakes." He gave the girls a plate each and a plastic fork.
"Thanks, Aj," Powder said, giving him a smile.
"You're welcome, Powder." He grabbed some for himself and sat on a chair in front of them, and the three kids conversed with each other while they ate.
"Did you all sleep well?" He asked, and they nodded.
"Yeah, we were pretty tired from yesterday," Vi commented, and Aj nodded.
"Yeah, it was a very rough day, but if you want, you guys can go upstairs to talk with Vander. He's been wanting to talk to you guys, but he wanted you guys to get some rest."
"Oh, ok, I'll be sure to talk to him," Vi said.
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Aj grunted as he laid punch after punch on the punching machine. He dodged another attack the machine threw at him and performed a flying kick on it, making it fumble a little bit, but the attacks just kept coming, growing faster and faster each time.
His long black hair was tied up into a high ponytail with some loose strands, and sweat was cascading down his shirtless body due to the hours of work he was doing.
Aj was able to hold for 10 more minutes before the machine went off, signaling for more coins to be placed inside. He looked at the scoreboard and smiled proudly, knowing that he had beat his old score.
He heard someone applauding from behind him, and he turned to see Vi walking up to him while clapping her hands.
"That was really cool," she complimented.
"Thanks, it's my daily workout; my mom wants me to train so I don't become some scrawny, scaredy cat," he chuckled.
Vi looked down and blushed, just noticing that he didn't have any shirts showing his visible abs. Her face turned red, and she didn't pay attention to her breathing. The next thing she knew, her spit went down the wrong pipe, and she started coughing uncontrollably.
"Woah, hey, are you okay?" Aj was quick to run to her side and pat her back.
"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry," she stuttered.
"You were checking me out, weren't you?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Vi scoffed and punched his shoulder. "No!" She grumbled.
"Mhm, it's okay. Lots of girls in Zaun have a crush on me. I'm a bit of a heartthrob," he hummed, the smirk still visible on his face.
"Well, I'm not one of them, and can you wipe that dumb smirk off your face?" Aj just laughed and said, "Ok, ok, my bad bubblegum.".
Vi rolled her eyes at the nickname: "Again, it's Vi, not Bubblegum.".
"Well, your hair is pink like bubblegum, so it kind of fits unless you want me to call you pinky instead." He gave her a wink, but she just kept a blank face.
"Bubblegum it is," he chuckled, walking to a small area, and Vi followed him.
"Do you think you could teach me?" She asked nervously, and he turned to her and gave her a smile. "Sure! I wouldn't mind a training buddy, but can I ask where this is coming from? Nobody usually asks to learn defense unless they have a reason or a mission set." Vi's eyes widened; he basically read her like a book.
"And if you're wondering how I knew, I'm pretty good at guessing what people are thinking or what they're going to say." Aj fixed his boxing gloves and gestured Vi over.
He grabbed some pink boxing gloves and handed them to her. "You just have pink boxing gloves lying around?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, call me crazy, but I keep them because I always had the feeling I was going to meet someone who was willing to train with me," he chuckled nervously while scratching the back of his head.
"You seem to know a lot about the future," Vi commented while putting on the gloves.
"Guess you could say it's a gift," he replied.
"Now when defending yourself, your fists should be guarding your face at all times because 95 percent of the time your opponent is aiming for your face." Aj put his fists in front of his face in a defense motion, and Vi copied his action.
"Now we're going to try an upper cut. Make sure your elbow is bent at 90 degrees and you move your right foot forward just a little, not too much, or else your opponent will know what you're doing and pick up on your move," he explained before doing an upper cut nice and slow.
Vi followed his lead, doing an uppercut perfectly. "Exactly, just like that, you're a natural!" Aj said, and Vi smiled.
After 20 minutes of practicing, Vi decided to try out her new-found moves by sparring.
"Are you sure you want to?" Aj asked, and Vi nodded.
"Yeah, I'm ready," she said.
"Alright." They both got in defense motion, eyeing each other for what felt like forever, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Vi decided to go first and lunged at Aj with an incredible speed that almost caught him off guard, but he was able to dodge the punch she threw at him. She was quick to turn around and dodge Aj's strike with her arm, using her right leg to kick him back.
He stumbled a little but still stayed on his feet. He lunged, hooked his arm under Vi's forearm, and flipped her over his shoulder. She grunted as she hit the ground but quickly got on her feet, doing a spin kick that Aj blocked.
Their moves got faster with each one of them taking a hit or being able to dodge the others attacks. Vi flipped over Aj's shoulder and kicked the back of his legs, forcing him on his knees and pinning him to the floor.
"Smooth move, bubblegum," he grunted. Vi smirked. "Thanks," she cockily replied.
"But you're forgetting one thing," he said. Vi released her grip on him and shrugged her shoulders.
"What?-" She yelled when he wrapped his legs around her waist and flipped them over, pinning her hands above her head. She groaned when the back of her head hit the mat.
"Always keep your guard up," he responded.
"Ok, you got me on that one," they both laughed, but it quietly died down when they looked into each other's eyes, grey connecting with Hazel.
They both felt their hearts beat faster, and Vi gave him a small smile. If his skin was lighter, he most definitely would be blushing.
He quickly cleared his throat and got off of Vi, extending his hand to help her up, which she accepted. "Uh, thank you for teaching me." Aj gave her a smile.
"Of course, and if you ever want to practice with someone you know who to call," he bumped her shoulder a little and walked off, grabbing his shirt and throwing it over his head, unaware of the girl watching him with a flushed face.
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"I see you're getting along with those girls." Sevika commented that she and Aj were walking around Zaun searching for some more things.
"Yeah, they're pretty cool, especially Vi," Aj said, trying not to smile at the mention of the older sister.
"So that's her name, huh?"
Aj saw the small smirk on her face, and he groaned, "Yes, mom, that's her name, and little one, her name is Powder." Sevika snorted.
"Who the hell names their kid after something you put on babies?" she chuckled.
"Well, you could ask their parents, who mind that you aren't alive anymore." Sevika rolled her eyes at her son's smart comment.
"You know what I mean, boy," she grumbled while Aj laughed.
They walked past the famous brothel, where all the drunk men went to get some pleasure away from their wives and families. I never understood why people would vow to stay with someone only to betray their trust.
They walked past a group of girls his age, and to no surprise, they gushed over the boy, throwing him flirty winks and waves. He just rolled his eyes and continued talking with his mom.
"Hey mom I know this might be sensitive, but I want to know about my dad." Sevika instantly stopped in her tracks, and Aj regretted what he just asked.
"Nevermind, it's ok if..."
"No, no, you're old enough to know." Sevika sighed and sat down on a bench, and Aj sat down next to her.
"Before I started to work for Vander, I used to go to the brothel all the time. Well, I still do, but back then it was different, and that's where I met your father. He was a scrawny little fucker, and he was always my waiter, and he was the only one not scared to approach me," she explained with a chuckle.
"One day he struck up a conversation with me and asked me out. I had to make sure he wasn't fucking with me, which he wasn't, and I reluctantly agreed, thinking it was going to go nowhere, but surprisingly, it did. A few dates later, and some years later, I found out I was pregnant with you. He was excited and waiting every day for when you were to be born." She sighed and crossed her arms.
"But one day, enforcers flooded Zaun and shot down everyone. I was around five months pregnant with you, and we were hiding from enforcers, but they found us, and your father chose to sacrifice himself so that I could get away. As I was escaping, I looked back, and the last thing I saw was him smiling at me and those enforcer assholes putting a bullet in the back of his head.".
Aj didn't even notice a couple of tears running down his mother's face, but when he did, he instantly took her hand and linked their fingers together.
"You and him were so much alike. You loved getting into trouble but had the kindest and gentlest heart. That's why I'm so hard on you to take lessons because I don't want you to end up like your father. I want you to fight for the ones you love until the end." Sevika pulled out a small picture from her pocket and handed it to him.
Aj opened it and saw a man with chocolate skin, calm hazel eyes, and a beautiful smile. He had on an apron and seemed to be making something. He was looking at the camera and shooting it a wink while holding the spoon up.
"So this is him?" Aj asked, and Sevika nodded.
"What's his name?"
"Darius Reynolds," she answered.
"So is my last name Reynolds?" Sevika just shook her head.
"I really never got married, but technically you could legally take that last name because that is your father." Aj looked at the picture of his dad; he looked just like him but with more mature features.
"He loved to cook and make me meals anytime I craved anything."
"So that's where I got my cooking skills from." At this point, both pairs were in tears. Aj launched into his mother's arms and hugged her tight. She held him back, stroking his head while he cried in her arms, sending glares to anyone who looked their way.
This was one of the many times they had a mother-son moment, and to Aj, it felt special.
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When they made it back to The Last Drop with the supplies, they managed to get Aj to see Vander Vi and Powder talking with two boys. One was skinny with messy brown hair and dark brown eyes, and the other was on the chubby side but still built. He had curly brown hair and goggles that shaded his eyes.
"Aj, you're back!" Powder ran to him and hugged his leg. He was kind of shocked, but he hugged her back. "Hey Powder, Vi." The pink-haired girl gave him a small wave.
Ever since their little moment a while ago, they have kind of been slightly awkward around each other.
"Aj, come; I want you to meet some people. This is Mylo, and this is Claggor." He gestured to the two boys. Aj gave them a smile and stuck his hand out to Claggor, who accepted it with a matching smile.
"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking hands with Mylo, who gave him a smirk.
"So you're the heartthrob, Aj, all the girls swoon over, huh?" Aj snickered and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so," he replied.
"Too bad your place is going to get taken when I flash these babies." Mylo flexed his not-so-muscled muscles and kissed them. Aj tried to desperately hold his laughter in, but Vi beat him to it when she burst out laughing.
"More like sticks." At that point, everyone lost it and started laughing at Mylo, who turned red in embarrassment.
"Whatever," he mumbled, crossing his arms.
"Anyways, Aj, why don't you bring them downstairs and help them around?" Aj nodded, not minding some more male company that was actually around his age.
"Sure, Vander, come on guys, follow me," he said, leading them downstairs and opening the door to the small little lounge.
He pointed down a small, narrow entrance. "There are some small rooms you guys can stay in; someone might have to use a sleeping bag until Vander gets another bed." Both boys looked at each other before rushing into the room.
He turned and looked at Vi. "Hey Vi, can I talk to you?" The pink-haired girl stammered a little, and Powder had to help her with her speaking.
"Yes, you can," Powder chirped, pushing her sister towards the tall teenager.
Vi shot her sister a glare, but she was already skipping away.
"Uhh, I wanted to apologize earlier if I made you uncomfortable," he said.
"No, it's ok; it was just a really good move, and it caught me off guard. You were right; I can't let my guard down. Hopefully this won't stop us from training together." Aj was quick to shake his head.
"Of course not. I just want to make sure we're cool." Vi nodded. "We are," she replied.
He gave her a smile that made her heart melt, but it was ruined by a crash coming from the room where Mylo and Claggor were. They rushed inside and saw Mylo and Claggor basically wrestling for the bed.
"Uhh, are you guys good?" They quickly looked up and nodded. "Yes, everything is fine. Claggor, you piece of shit!" Claggor took Mylo's distraction as a chance to take the bed.
"Don't hate the player; hate the game," he cockily replied.
"You little-" Aj grabbed Mylo by the back of his shirt, lifted him up with one hand like it was nothing, and threw him onto the bed with Claggor.
"You both get the bed problem solved," he said, and Vi followed after him.
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It was around 12 in the morning. Aj helped Vander close the bar down and said goodbye to his mom before he headed downstairs to where all the teens were sleeping.
He was going to head into his room, but when he heard small sniffles, he turned and followed the sound, only to see Powder crouched in a small corner with her knees to her chest.
She looked up at him with her baby eyes, tears running down her cheeks. Aj's face immediately softened, and he leaned down to her height.
"What's wrong, Powder?" She sniffled and wiped her nose.
"I miss my mom and dad," she whimpered. Aj opened his arms, and Powder cuddled into them. He picked her up and led them to the couch, where he sat down and just stroked her hair.
He rocked them back and forth and whispered reassuring words into her ear until she fell asleep, and he eventually did as well.
Vi snuck back into the shoot through the backdoor, making sure to be quiet. She was going to pass through the lounge but stopped when she saw Aj and Powder. Her lips curled up into a soft smile.
She grabbed a blanket and covered them with it, kissing Powder on the forehead before walking off into their shared room.
#angst#fluff#music#vi x male reaer#vander arcane#vi arcane#vi smut#arcane silco#powder arcane#caitlyn arcane#arcane league of legends#arcane#ekko#jinx#silco#vander#sevika#sevika x male reader#imagine dragons#mylo#claggor#Youtube
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@a-gal-with-taste with Bruises and Scrapes. A Silco x Gen Neutral Reader.
This is only part 1 of the story but already it is making us very curious as to what will happen once Silco gets back to his old self and realizes what it is that reader has done for him. https://a-gal-with-taste.tumblr.com/post/693082593382612992/summary-a-cold-heavy-pit-began-to-form-in-the
I have just started to delve into some Arcane fanfic, so I'll definitely have to add this to my reading list. The temporary memory loss trope is something that can be a lot of fun to play with, and I think for a character as driven by his past as Silco is, this could be a very interesting trope to explore. Thanks for the rec!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
#FANDOM FRIDAY#creator appreciation#arcane#silco#silco x reader#silco x you#fanfiction#fan fic#memory loss#strangers to lovers#fluff#angst#slow burn#amnesia#protective silco#whump#canon typical violence#league of legends
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It’s Because:
Silco x gn!reader - 1k words - SFW
cw: fluff, angst, pining, denial of feelings, falling in love, brief mentions of death, injury, and trauma, happy ending
summary: Silco is not in love. At least, that’s what he tells himself.
a/n: i’ve never written anything like this before, i hope it works!! (it really hurt to type as well but my physio told me i had to.) inspired by the song i’m not in love by 10cc
Silco is not in love.
Unequivocally, categorically not in love.
He doesn’t even know what love is when he meets you as a jaded, starving teenager, too busy trying to make ends meet to even think about something as trivial as love. But he does know that the easy way you smile when you meet his eyes makes his day just that little bit brighter.
He’s not in love when he spots you a few years later, standing quietly amongst the meagre crowd in the bar, listening to his rallying speech of change and independence. Although, the spark in your eyes as you watch him is like a match to the burning in his chest, and for once in his life, it makes him feel alive.
Silco isn’t in love when he accompanies you on mission after mission, learning to trust one another as he watches your back and you watch his in return, securing resources, and medicine, and meals for the starving children of his city. It’s just the adrenaline from the sprint back home, as you both narrowly escape the Enforcer’s clutches, that sets his heart racing to the dozen.
He can’t be in love when he watches you from across the bar, laughing, and singing, and dancing along to the jukebox, unaware of how effortlessly you light up the room. And so what if deep down he wants to join you and bathe in that light, soaking you in until you're his? It’s not like it means anything anyway.
There’s no such thing as love on his birthday when he refuses to tell anyone the significance of the day, instead scowling down at yet another shipping manifest. Except, when you hand him a cupcake and kiss his cheek as you walk through the bar on your way to the market, he hopes the red of his ears and the longing expression isn’t too noticeable.
Love isn’t present on the night you cry in his arms, heaving sobs that wrack your body as you mourn those lost in the fight, yet more casualties in this never ending fight for freedom. It’s simply the right thing to do when he lulls you to sleep, shushing your cries until your breathing slowly evens and your heart beats sync up with his.
Silco tells himself he isn’t in love when you sit side by side, legs dangling off the little bridge that crosses the river as he gifts you a starburst necklace that once was his mother’s. And it certainly doesn’t mean anything when you gaze up at him with the softest smile, intertwining your fingers with his while you gently rest your head on his shoulder.
He is not in love the day you stand with him in the little alcove across the street from the bar, sheltering from the rain that drips down to form galaxies of puddles along the square floor. You’re up on your tip-toes, his arm is around your waist, and when your nose bumps against his, his heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it-
But then his brother is suddenly there, pulling him away from you as he insists he goes for a walk with him, and Silco makes the worst decision of his life and agrees.
In thunder and rain, Silco knows that love ends in nothing but betrayal when he is forced to disappear, body pulsing with pain, mind in tatters. He’s hurting, and angry, and beyond scared. But weaved in between it all, he thinks of you and pictures the way you looked and felt beneath his fingertips, and thinks that maybe it’s not all bad.
There’s no time to think of love when, years later, he finally gets his revenge and reclaims his bar, his home; a second chance at raising the city his people deserve. Though, it’s almost like serendipity when he happens to take a break from arranging his schedule to look through the window down into the square, and there you are, standing in the middle of the street silently watching his workers carry in new furniture.
He isn’t in love when he runs down to you, nearly tripping down the stairs in his haste, pushing through the doors until you’re right there in front of him, the only place he truly feels safe. But when you don’t scream or slap him or curse him for leaving you, instead striding across the distance to throw your arms around him in a tight embrace, he forces himself to choke back his tears and allows yours to soak into his shoulder instead.
Silco continues to remind himself that he’s not in love in the coming months, while you sit beside him day after day, helping him put his plans into motion, listening to every word, every worry, every whisper. Really, who can even tell that his heart skips a beat when he spots that you’re still wearing his mother’s necklace, still so mirandous even after all this time?
He’s not in love the evening you sit atop the bar, laughing as you retell a story from your youth, caught delightfully off-guard when he can’t help but surge forward, capturing your lips while his hands cup your heated cheeks. It’s just one of those things, he supposes, to finally feel content standing between your legs, your own lips pressed in a smile against his, in a way that kick starts his once dead heart.
But now, nearly two decades after he’d first laid eyes on you as a naïve boy, he lays next to you in bed and watches you sleep peacefully, tangled in the sheets the same way you’ve weaved yourself into his heart. And in the quiet lull of the night, he runs his fingers over a shiny, jewelled ring, custom-forged to match his mother’s necklace that still rests around your neck.
He thinks of easy mornings and four-word questions, and for the first time in his life, allows himself to simply feel.
Maybe, just maybe, Silco is in love.
#silco x reader#silco x you#silco x gn!reader#silco x f!reader#silco x m!reader#silco#silco fic#silco arcane#one shot
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Masterlist
Personal favs = ⭐️
Angst = 🎭
Fluff = 🎀
Smut = ❗️
I've labeled my fics, newest to oldest. Just to keep track of how my writing improves! I cringe when re-reading anything before 7😭
Arthur Morgan (RDR2)
Saint, or Sinner. ❗️🎀 XII
Big Iron | bounty hunter!Arthur Morgan x outlaw!f!reader❗️XIV
Bucky Barnes (MCU)
An Affair to Remember | collegue!bucky❓️I
Bad News | dbf!bucky
- Part 1 | Baring Throats❗️🎭⭐️ VII
- Part 2 | Cold Thoughts❗️🎭 VIII
Let the Light in | priest!bucky❗️🎭🎀⭐️IIX
Little bit | roommate!bucky❗️🎭 XI
Movement | mob!bucky ❗️ XIII
Save A Horse | cowboy!bucky❗️🎀 X
The Girl Who Cried Cowboy | dbf!cowboy!bucky❗️🎭⭐️ XV
Wicked Game | cop!bucky❗️IX
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul (Fallout)
His little killer ❗️XVII
Say it again ❗️🎀 🎭 ⭐️ XVIII
Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)
Lust for Vampyr ❗️ III
Silco (Arcane)
The Game❓️ II
William Afton (FNAF)
Fun at Fazbear's❗️ IV
Horrific findings, sweet nothings❗️🎭⭐️ V
Princess❗️ VI
#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes x you#steve raglan#william afton smut#steve raglan smut#william afton#arthur morgan#arthur morgan smut#cooper howard smut
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Silco x reader / how he would react if you did not say i love you back as a prank
Summary: how Silco would react if you did not say i love you back as a prank (maybe a part two -with other character- if asked)
Includes: Silco
Warnings: Silco is a little bit insecure, i don't know what genre this should be in...
a/n: the gender of y/n is not specified in the headcanons
oh and it would make me very happy if you send me requests, love you all!
You must have pretty good acting skills and a lot of courage to pull off this prank on Silco...
He would lie in bed with you, your hand in his hair, his head on your chest a moment of weakness on his side
His day was busy as usual, he wanted to be with you. To lose himself in the warmth and melt your heartbeat together with his.
He had long lost control over his body when you pressed a small kiss on his cheek - a signal that he should lie down with you and take a break.
"I love you, Y/N" he said with his beautiful voice, pressing a small kiss on your collarbone
"Mhm." you said as you began to braid a small strand of his hair
he held his breath for a moment. Had you not been listening properly? Or did you not mean the 'mhm' how he interpreted it?
he couldn't help but be a little hurt
He wondered briefly why you hadn't answered, until he asked again with a little emphasis: "I love you, Y/n."
"I know." you humed, ok it was definitely a little weird.
fear bubbled up inside him. didn't you love him? were you like his previous partners - just with him because of his power?
no, you had already sacrificed so much for him. he should not draw such quick conclusions
He propped himself up with his arms and looked you in the eyes. "Are you okay?" you asked with innocence in your eyes, as if you had not just committed the greatest crime on earth.
“I love you, Y/n” he grumbled with vigor. He stared at you waiting for your answer.
“Why do you keep saying that? I know you love me!" you laughed
He growled and stood up, straightening his hair by stroking it backward
you had to hold yourself together not to laugh on the spot but when he got up and walked away you forgot about the bet you had made with one of your friends
"Nooooo Baaaabyyy! I'm sorry! I love you too! I love you tooooo!!!
you laughed as you also jumped up from the bed and ran after him.
you hugged him as he stopped at the door
"I'm so sorry, I love you." you whispered lovingly as you pressed a kiss to his scar.
he relaxed under your touch and sighed once before he put his arms around you
"Don't ever do that again. You scared me."
"i'm sorry..." you mumbled. as you took his face in your hands
"I thought..." he fell silent. "What did you think?" you asked anxiously.
“My previous partners were only with me because of my power but found me repulsive. You were the first to sacrifice so much for me, but just now I couldn't help but think 'what if'"
I... I'm so sorry" tears pooling at your eyes "It was a stupid prank. (friend name) talked me into it..."
your eyes lit up "I'll make it up to you! I'll give you lots of hugs!And kisses! And cuddles!“you said energetically
silco just chuckled. "do that, love"
#leauge of legends silco x reader#arcane sildo x reader#arcane silco imagines#arcane imagines#arcane writing#arcane headcanons#silco x reader angst fluff#arcane silco headcanons
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I love your works! I hope you thrive in the community :D
Can I please request an arcane Jinx x reader where reader always greets Jinx with a "hey babygirl" with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and they say it in such a gentle and loving tone, Jinx one day gets emotional over it and it's just a lot of sweet fluff?
Let's go, you and me, until the end of time
Tags: Jinx x fem! Reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, word count 1253, authors note at the end
Summary: Jinx knows you love her. Despite all the shit she's done you never showed any fear or hesitance around her and kept being her rock. However, after a particularly draining episode, insecurities come back to haunt her and it's up to you to comfort your girlfriend and make sure she feels loved.
Every now and then, Jinx thought that she had to have done something right in her life for the gods to grace her with such a perfect girlfriend like you. When the two of you first met, she was pleasantly surprised by your unabashed nature and how easily you befriended her. Even as you got to know her better, witnessing both the good and bad sides of her, you never faltered, never took a step back, as if trying to leave. You held your ground, you held her, even when the voices got too loud and her mind was in such a frenzy that she could barely distinguish reality from figments, you were still there. She fully expected you to leave after you witnessed her first episode, but you just got closer and closer to her until you asked her to be your girlfriend. Despite all the doubts in her head, she knew she wished for nothing more than to be yours and for you to be hers.
You were both very touchy and affectionate, you more so than her as she still had some fears and insecurities about being too much. She was scared that if she showed how clingy and desperate for your praise and touch she actually was, you would leave. But every single time the dark thoughts started to kick in, you’d prove her wrong and the worst thing was, you weren’t even aware of the positive impact you had on her.
Oh, you were so so lovely, so gentle and kind towards someone who couldn’t see the good in themselves but, she thought, if such a lovely person like you could love someone like her then she can’t be that bad, right? I mean, you were always so open and affectionate towards her, giving her as many kisses as she wanted and never showing any annoyance as she whined for more. Your hugs were tight and so full of love that whenever you held her, her mind was quiet for once. You gave her many pet names, which she returned wholeheartedly, and you always seemed genuinely interested in her work, and Jinx thought that the sparkly look of fascination in your eyes was truly the most beautiful sight that this shitty world had to offer. You were so patient and tolerant of her ramblings, always supporting her through her episodes by holding her hand or just standing close and talking to her softly when she couldn’t handle physical touch.
Because of all this and so much more, Jinx loved you. She loved you enough to tell you about her past, all the memories that haunt her, and the burdens she carries, she even told you her real name and allowed you to use it. You two basically had no secrets in front of one another, always joined at the hip and holding each other tenderly.
But try as you might to reassure her how much you love her despite everything, doubts still kicked in. Especially after extremely upsetting and exhausting episodes such as this one. There wasn’t a time when she needed you more but you've been gone for days, going back to your apartment after spending a week at hers. Silco grew irritated at Jinx's neglect of her duty as she was too enamored by you to do anything other than keep you company. So you, not wanting to get Jinx in trouble by being a distraction or get on Silco’s bad side, decided to leave and let her do what she needs to do for a while with a promise that you’ll be back in a couple of days.
Not knowing when you were coming back and worn out from the mental strain the episode caused her, Jinx curled up into herself and blankly stared off in the distance. She spaced out so much that she barely took note of her apartment door opening or the sound of soft steps making way towards her room. Like an angel sent from Heaven, your beaming face entered her room and, not noticing the state she was in, you made your way towards her, hugging her softly and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
‘’Hey babygirl,’’ you greeted her with a voice filled with adoration, ‘’I’m sorry for coming unannounced, I just thought it has been a while and I wanted to check up on-‘’, that was when you noticed her red, puffy eyes and trembling lips. Quickly taking her face in your soft arms, you directed her gaze towards you, asking in a worried, but patient voice; ‘’What happened, baby? Are you hurt? Do you want to talk about it? Are you okay with me touching you or do you need space?’’ Knowing that it may take a while for her to gather herself and respond, you patiently waited. You were expecting all kinds of replies, but what she said next wasn’t one of them.
‘’Why do you love me?’’ and oh, if the doubt and sadness of her raspy voice didn’t break your heart in that very moment, nothing ever will. You knew Jinx had her doubts, for she was only human but you sometimes forgot just how heavy of a burden this silly, amazing girl carried on her tired shoulders. Gently brushing away some soft, blue locks which obscured parts of her face, you took a deep breath and said, ‘’I love you because you’re you. I love your intelligence and wit, your sense of humor, your creativity. I love how good you are despite everything you’ve been through. I love the way your hair frames your face, the way your tattoos adorn your beautiful frame. I love the sparkle in your eyes when one of your amazing inventions works and the art you decorate them with. I love the way you hold me in your arms and how you kiss me and look at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. I love your qualities and I love your flaws. I love all the good and the bad you ever have to offer to me and that’s how it’ll always be. You’re my sunshine, my sweetheart and no one could ever convince me that you’re undeserving of all the good that this world has to offer. I love you more than anything, Powder.’’ You finish with a soft kiss to her freckled nose and hold her as she starts crying again.
You know she feels the same about you, you needn’t hear it from her to know it. Right now, it’s all about her. You gently card your fingers through her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and holding her for God knows how long.
Slowly but surely, she starts breathing more evenly and eventually rises her head up to look you straight in the eyes. She mutters a soft ‘’I love you too, my trinket.’’, and lets you slowly drag her up and sit her down on the couch as you prepare some hot chocolate for your darling girl.
That night, the two of you fall asleep entangled with one another, so much that you can’t even tell where your body begins and hers ends. Exchanging soft pecks and tender touches, the two of you fall asleep with your hearts beating in tandem and matching smiles on your faces. No matter what the world may throw at you, you will always love this ridiculous and utterly lovely blue-haired girl and she will love you, until the end of time.
a/n: dear anon, thank you for this lovely request and kind words. i've gotten a bit carried away and wrote more angst than i originally planned. i hope you'll enjoy this work regardless as it is the first fanfiction i've written. if this is not to your liking, feel free to let me know and i'll write a new work that'll be more fitting to your request :)
#arcane#arcane headcanons#arcane x reader#arcane jinx#jinx#jinx x reader#jinx x you#jinx x y/n#jinx x female reader#arcane jinx x reader#jinx x reader fluff#jinx x reader angst#requests are open
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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]
ao3 link: Not So Sweet - sevsdoll - Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) [Archive of Our Own]
content warning: …SMUT (mdni. get out). drinking, smoking cigars. sex worker reader. face sitting (cunnilingus). fingering. brat taming (reader loves to bite back). dom!sevika. no use of y/n
summary: you’re one of Babette’s best girls, and you’re just taking a night off when you intrigue the most dangerous woman in Zaun. She just can’t ignore you, and soon the night becomes a lot more interesting than you planned.
chapters:
1. Relaxing Night
note: WC: 5.1k (@-@ i know). this is a series. i’m already working on chapter two. look i know the show came out two years ago, but someone’s gotta keep writing for her. she really just makes me foam at the mouth. i love her so much. I don't write very often so sorry if this sucks. this series will have the golden trio: smut, fluff, and angst. smut hopefully in every chapter.
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After a long day-shift, you wanted a drink.
The customers at Babette's weren’t so entertaining or pleasant when the sun was still up. What normal person (as normal as someone in Zaun could be) went to a hooker during the day? They were all perverted, or it was the only time of the day they could sneak away from their real “love” to see you.
Overall, not a fun time. You had a particularly nasty customer come through, and while after a normal day, you’d go right into working the night, you thought you deserved a treat.
You show up to the Last Drop, a frequent bar of yours, and plan to have a relaxing night with a cold drink.
You get in quicker than other patrons. While Babette didn’t like Silco, she played along enough and that got you some perks. She gave little tokens to her favorite employees and that earned you some privileges at the right times.
The bouncer opened the door, waving you in, and you were hit with the blasting music that usually infected the bar on a Friday night. Even when it was only eight.
The bass of the music almost made you nauseous, but you pushed it away, telling yourself you were going to have a good night for once. No brothel, no weirdos, and no sex.
You were sick of sex. It was getting quite boring. Even those customers who claimed to be expirimentive or interesting were not. It was the same thing over and over again.
Okay, but you were going to stop thinking about work now.
Since it was early in the night, you were able to get your own booth. Usually, that would be impossible, and you were sure that some group might come along to kick you out of it at some point. But, for the time being, it was your personal wrap-around booth. The stained leather cushions were like heaven. The table was cracked and carved into, but it was solid wood.
You felt good. You were dressed nicely: a tight and dark dress that complimented your complexion, and your hair was done up to reveal your neck and the long costume earrings you swiped once upon a time in Piltover. You showered a lot more often than the people you worked with, so at least you smelled good too.
The back booths were usually taken care of better than the crowded tables near the front. After a few minutes of you sitting down, a barkeep came over to ask if you wanted anything to drink. You ordered and then sat back and enjoyed the atmosphere.
No where in the Undercity was pleasant, but you began to enjoy your time. Your drink came back and you slowly sipped on it as you watched the bar fill with people. You put your feet up on the booth as well, lounging like you owned the place.
It didn’t matter that you didn’t, either. Silco and his whole crew didn’t scare you much. You’d seen worse than the whole crowd. All the immature prostitutes at Babettes would quiver and hide when Sevika, Silco’s number two, came by or when any other of her goons poked around. They didn’t instill the same reaction in you. Sure, they were strong, intimidating and ruthless, but you’d had worse done to you than have your face beaten.
You’d never personally served Sevika or her crew, but you knew people who did.
Speaking of the devil, the group just strolled in. It was around ten pm when Sevika and four others came into the bar and got their usual booth across the room from your own. The chaos of the dancing, drinking, and smoking crowd parted for them quickly, but paid them no mind, and they went about their usual business.
As you watched them sit down and order a drink, your eyes caught the shallow ones of Sevika. It was only for a quick glance before she looked down to shuffle cards, but she seemed to look longer than one would normally when accidentally meeting a stranger's eye.
You didn’t know what the hell her problem was. As much as you weren’t afraid of her, you sure as hell didn’t want to deal with her. All you wanted was a calm night, and whatever issue she had with you surely wouldn’t help.
You’d been jumped a couple of times. They were when you were younger and more naive, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen again. All those times, you had to stumble back to Babette with a bloody lip and bruised ribs for her to wrap up. You had no one else to take care of you.
For the next two hours or so, you kept your eyes to your own. Or, at least you tried to.
After that first look, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. Her steel gray gaze kept your form across the room as the club lit up with action. The loud music and crowd of dancers frequently broke her stare, but once there was a break in the mob, you’d catch her looking at you again.
The idea of her made you nervous. The way she stared made you feel weak—like she was a predator about to pounce. There was no way she’d hurt you in the bar, right?
Something about the look in her eyes made you feel something other than nervous. It was entrancing the way her lips curled into a smirk at a winning hand. Her banter with her men made her seem warmer—nicer. You couldn’t help but drag your eyes across her broad shoulder, reveling in the way the muscles in her forearms moved as she shuffled cards.
You tried to ignore her and her rough eyes as you watched the lively crowd. After two drinks, almost every sight was amusing, and you were feeling quite relaxed. The alcohol helped your nerves.
At some point, you got up and went to the bathroom. While fighting your way through the crowd, you didn’t even see Sevika put down her cards to follow after you.
The bathrooms were small, which was quite inadequate for the business of the bar, but it made it less common for people to be in there. It was empty when you went in, and you went into one of the stalls to relieve yourself.
The door opened not long after you came in, and when you were stepping out of the stall, you froze.
Sevika stared at you, still standing by the door. You couldn’t get out. Suddenly, the bathroom felt even smaller than it already was.
You decided not to poke the bear. Anxiety rushed over you as panic threatened to set in. But you wouldn’t let her know it. Reputation was all about strength around here. Any weakness would’ve your downfall.
You went into denial. Maybe you were wrong about her staring. Maybe this was all just a coincidence. She just so happened to catch your eye and it was just your luck that she came into the bathroom at the same time as you.
You washed your hands, keeping your eyes down at the sink as you heard her steps. They got closer and closer until she stood behind you, just far enough away that she wasn’t touching you. You stood up straight, looking at her through the mirror.
“Can I help you?” You tensed your brow, eyes stuck to the ones that had been watching you all night. This close, and in the dim light of the bathroom, you could’ve sworn they had hints of blue in them.
“What’s your name?” She asked. She reached out, touching your shoulder lightly as she leaned forward. She towered over you.
“None of your business,” you said. You could feel the heat of her body against your back, and she couldn’t stop exploring you with her hands.
It seemed she didn’t really care what your name was. Perhaps she only asked as a formality. Maybe some women found it rude when she didn’t ask, but you didn’t care.
“Are you just going to eye-fuck me all night,” she muttered. “Or do you want to do something about it?”
She ran her thumbs along the creases of your dress. feeling the bottom edge of your bra through the fabric as she did so.
“You’re the one who can’t stop staring,” you said, turning your head to look up into her eyes. “If I were a betting woman I’d say you have a small crush.”
She scoffed. “Don’t think of yourself so highly.”
You smirked. She just wanted to fuck. She’d been around the brothel enough time for you to know that, and the idea of her had always been an intriguing one whenever she came around. You’d never dealt with her, but you’d heard the stories.
Her fingers dragged down your hips, tugging at the edge of your dress before slipping under. It was just enough so she could feel the skin of your inner thigh. The light grazing of her skin against yours made you feel fuzzy, and you leaned back into her slightly.
She hummed, leaning into your neck and kissing under your jaw. Her lips pressed just under your ear as she asked, “Want to come to the back room with me? I'll make it worth your while.”
“Are you gonna pay me?” You jested. Of course, you didn't need her to, but teasing her just felt so right. You’d never even spoken to her before, but the banter was too delicious to ignore.
“I think you’re the one who’s gonna have to pay me,” she whispered, her hands now massaging your thighs as she tried to draw you towards the door. “Come on, baby, I need to get this dress off of you.”
You groaned, pushing her hands off of you. “So needy,” you teased. “Go and wait for me and maybe I'll show up.”
She stared down at you. The two of you were close; you could practically feel her breath against your face. In her eyes was anger at your attitude, but you could tell she was amused. Normally, the women she picked didn’t fight her: they crumbled and begged for attention.
Her hand came up and gripped your jaw. She moved forward, pressing you against the countertop as her lips met yours harshly. The wind was knocked out of your lungs as she kept you pinned, kissing you enough to make you dizzy.
She gripped your hip with her metal hand, the tips of her sharp fingers pressing into the fat of your ass just enough for it to sting. You whimpered against her lips, hands jerking as they didn’t know whether to push her away or pull her closer.
“Oh, you’ll show up,” she growled. And then, as quickly as she had come, she pulled away. The cold air where she once was made you feel funny as you watched her walk out of the room.
The bathroom was silent. You stood there, palms pressed against the counter, shaking. Outside, the bass of the music pushed through the walls and shook the floor. It felt chilly all of a sudden, and you realized it was because she was gone. She was so hot pressed up against you, and you were worried you’d freeze without her.
Screw the whole “sick of sex” thing. You were going to fuck the hottest, most dangerous woman in Zaun.
In your frozen state, another woman came into the bathroom and gave you a strange look as she saw you standing there. You hardly met her eyes as you walked past her, shuffling quickly out of the room.
The chaos of the main room hit you hard when you came out. The flashing lights and blaring music were a sharp contrast to the dim and quiet bathroom. Across the room you saw Sevika standing by her table, settling her bets with her fellow players quickly.
You made your way up to the bar to close your tab. You doubted you would want anything else. The bar was crowded and it took a moment for you to shove yourself to the front with your money.
You reached out your coins to the bartender.
“Thieram, put her drinks on my tab.”
The bartender looked past you and nodded at Sevika. He pushed your hand back and quickly walked away to serve another customer.
You turned to say something to Sevika, but she was already walking towards the back room. You took the moment to watch her walk away, your eyes grazing over her body.
Her back was wide and thick with muscle. Every part of her was woven together with strength, and the glow of the neon lights made every ridge seem deeper.
Your body began to get just as excited as your mind was.
When you walked into the back room, she was sitting on the sofa. This room was a small lounge with two couches and a couple of chairs surrounding a coffee table. There was a small side table with a lamp, and a large bay window on the back wall with the curtains tightly shut.
The lamp was on and it gave off a full glow that illuminated the room just enough that you could see her shadowed brow turn up to look at you.
It seemed like a place she came to often. She had her maroon cover dropped on one of the armchairs, and there was a pack of cigars on the coffee table with a lighter. It was a little messy, but you assumed it was a busy room.
“Thanks for the drinks,” you said, sounding unimpressed.
“They’re free for me.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
You sighed loudly, stepping forward into the room more. Once again, her eyes stuck to you like glue.
She leaned back. “Are you gonna get over here or are you gonna make me chase you?”
That could be fun. But, no, you weren’t in a state to run at the moment. You smiled, almost mockingly at her, and strolled over.
You stood in front of her as she stayed seated, looking up at you. Taking her face roughly in one hand, you dug your nails into her cheek slightly. She looked up at you with tense eyes, studying the way you glared down at her. Your thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she nipped forward, trying to bite you.
You jerked your hand back. “Watch it!”
She chuckled, reaching out to hold you by your hips. She steadied you, keeping you as close as you could without pulling you into her lap. “You seem like someone who doesn’t give two shits about me,” she said. “I like that.”
You lifted your brow. “Don’t like attachment?”
“Fucking hate it.”
She pushed your dress up, the bottom now pooling above your hips, making your thin lace underwear fully visible for her to touch and rip off.
“Good. I’m a whore, all I ever have to deal with is attachment.” Her hands were now rubbing down the backs of your thighs. The ghosting of her fingertips over the edge of your underwear sent a shiver up your spine. “It’s always: ‘Oh, I love you’ and ‘oh, baby please come home with me’—drives me nuts.”
She smiled up at you. “I’ll never love you.”
“Thank god,” you breathed, lost in the sight of her so close to you. Her eyes stuck to your lips and her brow creased in focus. She pulled you in, trapping you in a kiss. Her hands pressed against the small of your back, pushing you down to straddle one of her thighs.
A sigh slipped from your lips as she pushed her leg up just slightly. It fit perfectly and her hard muscle did well to please the ache that was just starting to grow between your legs.
Her lips were soft yet demanding, holding you there as she devoured you. It was hard to breathe between her hungry kisses. It was intoxicating in all the best ways. Her tongue brushed against yours and soon you were tasting each other, drawn in and never letting go.
Your hands brushed through her hair, tugging out her hair tie and tossing it behind you onto the coffee table. She grunted, pulling you even harder against her and grinding your hips against your leg.
She kissed across your cheek and down your neck. She was harsh. She ran her teeth along your skin and bit down hard enough for you to whine. You gripped her shoulders and pressed your clothes clit harder against her leg, trying to find satisfaction.
You knew she was going to leave marks. Something about that thought made you crazy. You were not supposed to belong to anyone, but you wanted people to know she fucked you—that she wanted you.
Her tongue ran over a fresh hickey as she leaned back up and kissed you again. She exhaled heavily out her nose, settling into the kiss.
You clutched her face gently in both hands, cradling her head as she slid her tongue into your mouth. You could feel heat looking in your stomach. Surely your underwear was ruined by now. She might’ve even had a wet spot on her thigh.
Everything felt so disorienting. It was like she was her own drug, pulling you in and locking away the rest of the world. You couldn’t hear any outside of the room, and nothing matter but how her chest felt pressed against yours.
“Lie down,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair.
She wasn’t the type to listen to others, but something in the way you coaxed your voice made her comply. She was much too large for the small couch so her legs hung off the other end, but you made sure her head was nice and comfortable on a small throw pillow.
She propped herself up on her elbows, smirking at you as you stepped off the couch and pulled your panties off. “You just think you have all the power, don't you?”
You cocked your head to the side. “Do I not?”
“Hm.” She wasn’t amused. You crawled on top of her, your thighs on either side of her head as you sat on her collar. You brushed the stray hairs off her forehead.
“I’ll put you in your place, baby girl, don’t worry,” she assured. “But I might as well let you have a little fun first.”
“That’s sweet,” you teased. “I’m almost intimidated. But, really, anyone who gets underneath me always ends up being my bitch.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just fucking sit on my face already.”
“Say please?”
She ignored you, dragging your hips up and grinding your core against her face. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden movement, hands flying to her hair to steady yourself as her tongue parted you.
You pressed your lips together. “Oh, fuck, Sev…” you moaned, head falling back as she lapped at your folds like you were the last thing on earth. Her mouth was hot against your cunt and she was sending shockwaves through your body.
She pressed all your weight against her face and everything she was doing made you relax against her. Part of you cared if she could breathe but most of you didn’t. Your mind was only focused on how she circled your entrance with her tongue.
You dug your nails into her scalp, tugging as she moved up to flick your clit with her tongue. The pleasure had you tugging at her hair. She moaned into your folds, the vibrations eliciting another wave of ecstasy.
She gripped the backs of your thighs, keeping you steady as your strength wavered. As you unwound, she continued to undulate your cunt against her.
Everything she did drew you closer and closer to your peak. It was a constant assault as she dragged her tongue though you with a sharp tip before pulling your clit into her mouth to suck.
“God, that feels so good,” you moaned, grinding harder on her nose as her tongue fucked into you. “Don’t stop.”
With the tone of your voice, she could tell you were close. Her hands came from behind to cup your ass and squeeze it harshly, making you moan again before her finger came closer. She circled your entrance with them, coating each with your slick before easily slipping one thick finger in.
“Two,” you demanded, breathless.
She pushed a second one in and you almost regretted it. It was a tight squeeze as she pumped her finger deep inside, still working on your clit with her mouth. She was ruthless with her speed, and soon you were helpless. You rode her finger and face breathlessly until your orgasm hit with a wave of pleasure.
You cursed loudly, moaning as she helped you down from your peak. It seemed to go one forever, pulsing with your fast heart rate. She kept her finger deep inside you as she pushed you off her face.
“Sev…” you muttered, wiping her chin with your thumb. You realized you had no words. She curled her fingers inside of you. “Fuck,” you whined
She flipped the two of you over, pushing your hips down into the couch as she went harder.
“Wait,” you whined. The overwhelming sensation from your last orgasm was too much to bear. So much that she was leading you right to another one. You couldn't take it. “Sevika,” you cried.
She shushed you, demanding, “Take it.” She was peppering kisses down your neck and over your chest. Your low-cut dress was becoming more and more disheveled, and she could nearly kiss your nipple.
Just her presence was arousing. She was almost animalistic the way she hovered over you, so much bigger than you. She shadowed you in the dim room, gazing down at you like you were her prey. You couldn’t get out even if you tried.
Her hard metal arm that pinned you down radiated a sharp heat that reminded you she could kill you if she really wanted to. And that shimmer in her vials could turn her into a monster with no mercy.
You bit your lip, your head pressing back against the couch as you felt your finish coming. You couldn’t believe how good she was. The people you fucked for you job hardly ever really got you turned on. She made your head spin.
And she was so attentive. Every second she was digging her teeth into your collar or running her mouth along your breast. Her hot breath against you skin had you writhing under her, mumbling curses and urging her to never stop.
Her fingers pumped inside, curling with every thrust to hit your sweet spot. The heel of her palm rubbed against your clit as she abused your velvet wall, rutting against it when she would pull out and shove back in.
“I’m gonna cum, Sev,” you cried. “I’m so close.”
She hummed into your skin, quickening her cruel pace to a point that made your legs tense and your hands run down her back, pressing crescents into her skin.
Your peak was coming closer and closer. You could feel it rising in you with every passing second of pleasure. The ribbed rubbing of her fingers in your cunt overwhelmed every sense until she stopped.
She stopped moving.
“What the fuck—“
“You were real cocky coming in here,” she growled into your ear. Her voice was almost gritty. “You need to know that’s not okay.”
You squirmed under her, just trying to get her to move or maybe be able to ride her fingers. “Sevika, just let me—“
She held you very still. “In this room, you’re mine. You do whatever the fuck I tell you to, and you ask nicely for things.” Her still fingers were driving you insane. The full sensation of hay being full but not stimulated made you push against her shoulder, urging her to do something.
She lifted her head to look at your pleading face. “Outside of here you might belong to anyone with enough money in their pocket, but right now you belong to me. I chose when you cum, do you understand?”
You glared up at her, irritation alight in your eyes as you thrashed and tried to get her to move. You couldn’t speak, only fighting to move to reach your finish.
“I didn’t expect you to be such a fucking brat, baby.” She pushed a third finger inside slowly. The stretch was painful as you cried out, your nails digging into her back. She still wouldn’t fucking move. “But that’s okay,” she assured. “I’ll teach you a lesson. I’ll make you my good girl.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you sunk further into the cushion. “Sevika—“
She smacked your clit harshly. “Say please.”
You squirmed again, the pain pulsing through your core. You pressed your lips together, trying not to give her the satisfaction.
Her brow creased and she frowned down at you. Disappointed pooled in her gaze and it made you feel awful. She slid her fingers out of you, shrugging and moving to get up.
You holt forward, hands wrapping around her thick forearm to pull her back to you. “No—fuck—please, Sev, please.” Your wide, pleading eyes helped lure her back. “Please. I need it. I need it so fucking badly.”
She sighed, pulling you close to her again by your hips, cradling them against her own as she pushed you back down into the couch. She kissed you once, gently. “What do you need, baby?”
All attitude was thrown out the window. All you could do was obey. “To cum—please, just let me—“
She forced her fingers back inside of you, having you crying out at the sudden stretch. She pushed your legs open, spreading them widen so she could fuck you deeper.
The room echoed with your cries. The sudden intrusion made the stretch so intense it was painful. The feeling mixed with the incessant pleasure drove your mind to an unreachable place. You were a babbling mess underneath her, mumbling pleas and begging for her to never stop. You were rendered senseless.
“Please…please, I’m so close.”
She rubbed her thumb over your clit and bit on the pulse point of your neck, the sharp sensation pushing you over the edge
Your vision went white as hot, immeasurable pleasure shot through your core. Your legs squeezed around her as she slowed her lace to a gentle rolling of her fingers to guide you through your orgasm.
The way she held you made all your bitching seem so senseless. She was ruthless but caring, attending to every need as she brought you down from your high. It felt as if you couldn’t move, lying limp underneath her as she took care of you.
“Good job.” She kissed your cheek. “I knew you could behave.”
All you could muster up was a whine as you pawed at her face, pushing her up so you could pull her in for a kiss. She settled into your lips, helping you relax as your heartbeat still pounded against your chest. Her hands gripped your thighs, your juices sticking to your hot skin.
She pulled back. “Careful, you don’t want to make me start again.”
You shook your head frantically, mouth still so dry yet searching for words but you couldn’t find any. So fucked out, all you could do was lie there and stare at her.
Your eyes were glassy and she smiled slightly at the state she left you in. “You okay, doll?”
You nodded.
“Okay,” she chuckled, sitting up. “I’d hate to scare you off too quickly.”
You made some helpless noise, clawing after her as you tried to push yourself up. It felt like you could hardly move your legs, and your hands felt numb.
She helped you sit up, pulling you across her lap to rest your head against her shoulder. “Though you seem quite comfortable.”
You giggled. “Just tired.”
She hummed, reaching around you to find a cigar on the coffee table. You watched her hold it in her lips as she leaned forward again to grab the lighter.
You just liked to watch her. She moved comfortably in herself, relaxing back on the couch as she puffed on the cigar. She made rings with the smoke, showing off to impress you, maybe.
She let you take a puff, but it wasn’t exactly for your taste. Instead, you just relaxed against her, listening to the slight boom of the bass through the walls. You couldn’t even remember hearing it until now.
Minutes passed, maybe even a half an hour as the two of you relaxed. You could feel your eyes drooping the longer you sat against her warmth.
“It’s late,” she observed. “Do you need me to walk you home?”
“So chivalrous,” you murmured, fixing the neckline and straps of your dress. You sat up straight, blinking slowly to meet her eyes. “I think I’ll be okay. Babette’s is just down the street.”
A crease formed in her brow. “You live there?”
You shrugged. “Yeah.” Your eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Hm,” she hummed, adjusting the hem of your skirt so it was fully over your ass. Her limited reaction made you slightly nervous, but it was better than her overreacting. “I’m going to walk you home.”
She patted your hip, urging you to get up. Begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and to your feet. You stumbled, partially from the alcohol still in your system, but also from the ache in your legs.
Sevika held you against her, smiling. “Easy, baby.”
“Shut up.”
“Attitude's back already?” She teased, “I should’ve been meaner.”
You grumbled, waving your hand aimlessly to get her to stop talking. Hell, you would’ve loved if she fucked you with no restraint, but you couldn’t take any more. You worked all day, and she just knocked the wind out of you for so long.
She guided you towards the door, helping you walk as the two of you pushed through the front room. It was past midnight for sure, and the crowd had lessened, but those who were left were wasted and uncontrollable. You noticed how she held you away from everyone who seemed too intoxicated.
It was about then when you realized your underwear was still on the floor of the back room, but you didn’t give a shit. Maybe she’d keep it as a souvenir. You surely had the bruises on your neck to remind you of her for days.
God, you wished every night ended like this.
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Pretty please!
Silco trying to win ex!reader back? Angst to fluff maybe? Finn being an ass maybe???
*fans self* oh, to have one of the most notorious and powerful men in the Undercity groveling before you! That's the Zaunite dream, everybody.
Three strikes. You would give him that - already more than he deserved, in your opinion - and at the end of those three strikes, you would be out.
Silco didn't have a great start, with cornering you like this. One down, two to go, and his introduction looked equally unpromising. "You've been avoiding me."
Your eyes immediately found the glass-structured ceiling, while your hands busied with gathering up your paperwork. "Yes, Silco," Dryly, you paused briefly to glance over the freshly-signed document, before tucking it into your arm with the rest. "That tends to happen when two people break up. Exes avoid one another, to some extent."
You didn't realize he had been tapping his ungloved hands in a terse, sharp rhythm. Not until the sound of his blunt nails stopped hitting the tabletop of the Baron Hall.
"...Exes?"
Was he...?
No, he couldn't be surprised, could he? Bad-enough for Silco be indifferent, as he had been when you had gathered your things from the floor of The Last Drop office, storming out without a goodbye, and without another response from him.
The blatant lack of correspondence or messages between, not to mention the distinct lack of greeting at the start of the Baron assembly, should've been more than enough clues. And yet here Silco was, stone still and just as unreadable as a rock, staring at you with two eyes that have become equally unblinking, as he repeats the word.
"Exes."
"Yes... previous partners. Discontinued relationship. Termination of romantic connections." Sneering at the last one, some scorned part of you couldn't resist but chancing a glance at him as you kicked your chair into a place with a room-echoing thud. Silco didn't so much move - practically living marble now. "Or whatever kind of 'connection' you think we had... I know you're practically allergic to the idea of a label, so forgive me for any assumptions I may have made after several months we spent together."
The final half of your sentence is spoken over your shoulder, before Silco committed his second-strike by a sharp, low call of, "Don't you dare leave."
Ordering you to stay behind, and now ordering you to stay in place? Out of spite, you considered jogging to the door, but thought better of it to whirl around and glare at the man, unaffected at one narrowed eye and braced hands splayed on the table as he looms from his seat. "Where was that energy last week?"
"I don't know what you're-"
"Or the entire time we've been together?" Eyes narrowed, you turn sharply on a heel and put a hand on your hip. "Not once do I recall you ever asking me to stay. Not after a dinner, not after a 'private meeting', and certainly never the morning-after." That had been the final straw - nothing, not even a grunt of acknowledgement as you had slowly slipped the scattered articles of your clothing back on.
You had gone slow, waiting, and honestly hoping, for an invitation. Or at least some sign that this wasn't just some flight of fancy to keep you both entertained between each headache-inducing Baron meetings.
Silco hadn't even looked at you when you finally slipped out the door, a quiet farewell on your lips, and a hurt, bitter seed planted.
More hurt than bitter, if you were honest.
But you didn't let it show, instead narrowed your eyes coolly when you saw his jaw twitch, teeth no doubt grinding in his mouth. "Silco, I'm tired. Tired, and too old to be playing will-we-won't-we."
"Believe it or not, I'm not playing games either," He retorted, but the fire in his tone was weak, barely flickering even while his eye smoldered instead of burned. "Especially not games that end with you storming off before we've even spoken about this-"
You interrupt him smoothly, "No, i'm speaking. I'm speaking, because you clearly haven't been the entire time I've been with you." Tucking the papers close to your chest, you turned and narrowed your eyes at him. "Labels are a dangerous, and powerful thing - I know this. But I would like to at least know if I have one with you, or if I'm just a brief stint of entertainment."
The papers crinkled in your hands, causing unreadable green and red to glance down. There was a firmer-set to his jaw, one that lingered even after you relaxed your tense grip around your papers.
"And if I'm just for entertainment... well, it's a big Undercity. I'm sure you can find a new source of fun." You shrugged a shoulder and turned with the motion, trying to seem at loose and at ease. Difficult, for you could hear the sharp clicks on your shoes echoing off the floor in your escape.
It was joined quickly by another pair, following smoothly after you as Silco committed his third-strike.
"Wait."
You didn't - you wouldn't - not when he kept using that tone like you were just a Baron and he was just the Eye...
"Please."
You waited; froze really, before turning sharply to face the Kingpin. Standing stiff as marble, with leather gloves straining in the fight fists formed at his sides and you realized Silco didn't look angry. Nor vexed, or annoyed, but what little you could gleam from that rather thin layer of detachment in his eye, was the emotion of panic.
Panic, at the thought of you walking away. Or maybe he was feeling such an emotion for a million other reasons, but just as the thought that he could expression such an emotion because of you, made you mentally deduct one strike from his list of failures, and turn to face Silco fully when he stepped closer.
"I have... grown fond of you."
Habit, sadly, made you immediately go to deny it. "Don't comfort me if you're going to lie-"
"I have."
Another hesitation is equal to another step from him, and once again you don't step back. Nor do you move away from the other following steps Silco makes towards you, until he's standing at a distance that forces your head to tilt up to continue meeting his gaze. "Entertainment is a... bonus, to what we have developed over the course of the last several months we've been seeing one another. I won't deny that," He says, unapologetically so, and you give a small nod for him to continue after mulling over that for a moment.
"I've neglected putting on a label, as you so put it, because there are several ramifications to consider, that such an action would send rippling across the Undercity." He’s right - politically, a union between Baron and King would make a further chaotic mess of Zaunite politics, more so than it naturally was. It’s a reminder that primes you for disappointment, until Silco continues, simply and slowly, but with enough pointedness in his tone that you can almost take his words as sincere.
“But ramifications can be minimized. Damage-control is possible and...” A hesitation, a faint bobbing of his throat before those fists unclench at his side, and leaver-clad fingers loosely rest upon one of your wrists. “And I,” He continues, slowly as if saying them aloud for the first time. “- would very much prefer having to deal with such public and governmental disgruntlement, with you at my side.”
The corners of your mouth twitched without your permission, and Silco took it as a sign to lower the careful guard in his eyes, looking over your expression for other signs of your agreement, with an equal gleam of hope showing faintly in his green-eye.
And yes, you had hope. Hope that this was true, hope that he meant this... But you also had a bit of bitterness, and the skepticism couldn’t be kept out of your tone, “You could’ve said any of this sooner. You should’ve said this sooner, instead of nothing at all.”
“I’m aware, but i’m prepared to speak more now,” He tilts his chin up slightly, looking down on you over the length of his nose as he adds, “If you’ll have me.”
It... was tempting. Extremely so, and beneath that bitterness in the center of your chest, there was something giddy, hoping and wanting for this. The other Barons would be a nightmare, whining about favoritism and rank-climbing, but though there hadn’t been nearly enough words during your time with Silco, you had more than enough glimpses of what a life with him was like, in order to wish for the full-picture.
Still, as tempting as it was, as much as you did, truly want this, want him, you had yet to have heard a proper apology from him.
“Again, for a man whose strong-suit is words, I have yet to have heard enough to convince me.” You step away as his chin droops, staring at you openly with an eye as wide as the other, and no small amount of growing bitter disappointment in his gaze... You let Silco fester in the familiar taste, before you smile sweetly, and seeking for blood in the water. “Maybe you should say it on your knees.”
“What?”
“Actions speak louder than words, and you’ve been lacking in the latter. Maybe it’s about time you said it with the former.” A glance to the ground to punctuate your words, but the man only continues to stare incredulously, while your grin only gets wider.
The incredulous look begins to melt, both in the eye of fire and of sea-green, into something that burns. Burning with slight indignation, a promise that such a ludicrous order will not be forgotten swiftly... but it also burns with the slightest hint of begrudgement, that you don’t necessarily believe, until he sinks down.
It barely registers in your mind, for the sight is so momentous and equally outrageous, that even as your head robotically tilts to watch his descent, you find it hard to believe. Silco, on his knees before you - certainly not overly-eager, but there’s a calmness in his gaze that shows he is not so adverse to the action that retribution will come.
Immediately, that is. You have no doubt you’ll pay for this, one way or another, but it’s a punishment that’s already more than worth-it for the sight before you.
“I am sorry.”
Your eyes grow wider, and if Silco didn’t reach up to slip his fingers around your own, you were certain the papers you had gathered would have found their way to the ground regardless. “I am, and I would very much like to make up for my failings, and past transgressions, if you’ll have me.” The firm lines in his face, only slightly betraying his words, deepen with you raising a brow. It practically has to be dragged out of him with hooks, and it’s the quietest sound you’ve ever heard come out of a man, but with the squeezing of his hands around yours, comes a sound that sounds suspiciously like yet another, “Please.”
All three strikes are redacted, by that one word.
There’s a smile already betraying your lengthy consideration in your mind, when you recall the fact that there was a collection of paperwork left behind on Finn’s side of the table. You’re reminded fairly quickly, when the growing look of satisfaction and zeal is erased almost instantly from Silco’s eyes at Finn’s smug, bemused call near the entrance, clearly relishing in the sight, “Ah, the great Silco has fallen, has he?”
“Finn, I'm more than happy to make the top-jaw match the bottom.”
Despite the growing snarl building on Silco’s lip, preparing for his own sharp rebuke for the very unwelcomed spectator, there’s a certain glint of admiration in his eyes at your dry, calm threat to the living annoyance.
Even if you’ve been interrupted, you hope he can see the answer in your eyes, and the unspoken acceptance of his apology and offer, in the squeeze of your hands as you raise him back up onto his feet. Again, words were more than welcomed, but it seemed the actions were just as appreciated, considering how readily he squeezed your hands back.
Any cold bitterness left behind within you, vanished at the feel of his warm hands around yours.
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As We Fall Chapter 38 "With All But Words" is Posted!
This one was a little angry y'all, so be warned! But it just felt right, so here we are. Full steam ahead! Things are heating up, and boy do I have some plans. Some real good soup.
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ONLY HER
sevika x f!reader
silco’s mechanically-modified brute likes to belittle you, but doesn’t take too kindly when others do too.
word count: 2.5k
genre: angst + fluff
warnings: derogatory language, mention of being assaulted, small description of injury, hurt/comfort
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you didn’t fit in with the scars and carnage of zaun.
considered the laughing stock of this oppressed underground, of idiocy in your elation and analysed inadequacy in your smile - what would be appraised as refreshing elsewhere in the world was a mockery in this city. you were lunch.
your euphoria was your weakness.
but silco had seen something in you otherwise, an ‘it’ factor that needed it’s blunt edges sharpened; that’s where your association with sevika developed.
for you, your relationship with sevika was dynamic - it was nosediving into elysian gates of heaven when she looked your way, watching the clockworks operate in her arm and feeling nanoscopic under her degrading words.
but for sevika, your relationship was an episode of what the fuck now - it was admiring the contagion of cloud nine that you spread on the low, it was ignoring you whenever you greeted her in public to avoid feeling embarrassed. and it was getting used to the intensity of your training sessions.
scorching knuckles that were aflame with scintillations of sweat on your forehead, with every deck you implemented against a target only seemed to beat your spine hollow. “you’re doing good..” you hear her mutter, your body levitating under sevika’s praise - or perhaps the delusion of dehydration.
you can hear her behind you, potent to strike; your eyes laden whenever your lids blink, the throbbing in your skull intensifying when you forcefully contort your ribs to pummel her with a desperate fist. but she’s too calculated, your knuckles enshrouded by copper fingers spontaneously. “but not good enough.” she whispers maliciously, and you’re on your knees before the adrenaline can comprehend the cramping agony in your stomach; the stitch in your throat that makes it torturous to breathe.
she’d hammered you in the gut, and by the time you’d recovered enough to look through the pixels of heliotrope in your vision, she’d left the room - you were child’s play to tyrannise, and it was a piece of piss for her to dominate you.
but even with the denigration that was sevika, you couldn’t bleach the unduly attachment you had for her.
you were silco’s upcoming weapon, and she had to make you heavy duty - but no matter how gruelling sevika was, nothing worked. you were superfluous in this individuality of benevolence and divinity, a gracefulness that would serve the perfect holy grail to be dead meat in combat.
“she’s impossible to train.” sevika hisses through the sage murk of the office, virescent incandesce in her accustomed globes when she inspects the back of silco’s chair. “you hit her, and she gets all smiley like you didn’t.”
it’s inanimate, dust pods hovering in the tenebrosity; the scent of firewood erupting through the brume, cigar smoke levitating along the floor. “then turn her weakness into strength.” silco would mutter, equanimity in his tone between the imbroglio of books he’d been studying.
chagrin brews in her stomach, as much as sevika was one for personal responsibility, this was a damp squib of silco’s decisions. “you don’t think i’ve tried?” her eyebrows dip in discontent, lashes that fan with hostility against her umber cheeks. “she’s too soft for this place, she’s gonna get killed.”
chartreuse gleam flickers momentarily in the room when silco’s chair sluggishly rotates, eyes of disillusionment stare back at her. an inky sclera that flickers with disbelief, bevel ring that dilates under the disappointment that maybe you were just a false belief of his, one that he tried prophesying. “i expected better..”
it’s not that you lacked intelligence, you were just a concealed supernova confined by debacles. you were equivalent when speaking to people, only favouring sevika because you knew her; although the experiences you had with her weren’t so pleasant,
“i think it’s really cool you’re gonna be teaching me..
can you teach me that move where you like, do that thing with your arm..”
“shut it or i’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
you couldn’t help but feel so sheltered in her occupancy, a contradictory and one-sided occupancy. you knew sevika was bitter, having gotten used to the winding twinges in your shoulder when she’d nudged past and the godly structure of her back when she’d continue walking.
at the bar. “hey sev!” nudge.
in the street. “fancy seeing y-“ nudge.
but today, you were 10 minutes later to your diurnal annoy sevika stratagem; not that it hadn’t flourished her some relief, but by the ailing in her stomach, she knew this was a foreign feeling - one of tenterhooks and holy fuck was she stewing on it?
the bar full to overflowing with haze, glasses that were an intricacy of absinthe, everclear and rum chiming together with every movement; the scent of sandalwood and spilled martinis oozing into the ether. a glow of eau de nil against the oak tables, the anarchy and turmoiled chatter wasn’t enough to dilute sevika - she’d lost 2 games so far, something that was unorthodox due to the unease she was trying to make peace with.
but eventually, she sees you amongst the crowd. a seraphic face perceptible from the others surrounding it, it was difficult not to distinguish you from the havoc; mellow twirls of sanctitude that you emit, a cavernous contrast to the hellish grounds around you.
you give her that docile smile of yours when you see familiar swarthy skin, revenant eyes eclipsed with insipidity that narrow coldly at you when you amble towards her.
she had a sofa for herself, others having to pinch stools to encircle a table buried with liquor and cards. and sevika’s stare became another stare, and another, and another until you were beside her - eyes of bloodshed surveying you.
“hey..” you whisper, an extraterrestrial tone of blithe that invited more curious stares. you were simply deviant to the atmosphere around you, and not in the impressive way, the way these people wanted. “can i sit here?” you whisper to each spectred face, and you found the whole bar was silencing - something that seemed preposterous to fulfil.
it remains stagnant, eyes of resentment that scream get lost; some of which were perverted phantasms that ogled at your figure, and sevika caught this. this was the last place she wanted you to be, because you were the silver lining on display, and she knew someone was going to take advantage of it.
“sure! come, come. sit with me, i’ve got a lovely space.” sadistic chortles emerge from the masses when one of them pats his lap, an apparition of laughter that echoes in your head. “how much do you cost, love?”
but it hushes when sevika looks up - gunmetal grey optics that melee through every body, the finest eyes of massacre, withering the place to cadavers instantaneously.
you’re addled when you look around, eyes of ridicule that deprecate you; you were a hunted rabbit in a labyrinth of foxes, even the bartender looking at you like he wanted to pulp your intestines into a cocktail.
you’re moving towards the exit. callous glares confining you as you try to advance through this mercilessness, patronising wolf whistles. “what a sweet little bunny.”
you’d gotten used to maelstrom in the next few hours - you’d be wandering around the streets, to which slowly became monotonous, and every sign looked the same. in the midst of it, you’d find yourself intoxicated, head feeing ignited despite the wintry breeze against your skin. and although you were building castles in the air over how delirious life was right now, you often found yourself questioning
why things were the way they were.
you’re not sure where you are,
how you got ended up in these streets.
but you’re aware of the buildings fluctuating, your head feeling so weightless but so burdensome as you moved, you were stupefied - thoughts blitzed with uncertainty of where to go, where you even lived, but your legs mechanical to guiding you to the mahogany before you.
the door to sevika’s dwelling - because you couldn’t think of any other haven that had the same defence that was sevika. her windows illuminated by ocherous lanterns that flutter, and your hands shake more intensely than you’d registered when you feebly knock. but it felt like minutes you’d stood out here alone, and you’re about to knock again when you think she hadn’t heard - but the door creaks open,
and sevika couldn’t fucking believe what she saw.
because you had no idea how fucked up you looked right now.
your eyebrow warped with cinnabar to which dried blood glossed the side of your face, celestial skin that was coated by slaughter; one eye that tinged bloodshot more than the other, blemished by mulberry and bruises of mauve, and by the way you’re swaying, sevika’s sure you’re out of it. “it’s cold out here..” you whisper, what was a tone that tickled pink was extirpated to one of desolation.
and it punctured sevika new scars, more than any battle she’d been through.
because as shameful as it was for her to admit, she found herself under a repressed attachment of her own to how easily you ruffled her feathers, made her foam at the mouth from how fucking tiresome you were to deal with; something that she had lacked today when she’d left the bar, gotten so used to your punchable voice and easily destructible body standing outside waiting for her so you could walk home.
and although the street was an orchestra of furore, tearing at the seams with drunkards and bestial amusement, it was lustreless without you beside her yapping on.
“imagine if ants started to evolve and take over everything.”
ugh.
“like a human-sized ant.”
ugh.
“do you think ants have some politics or somet-“
uggghhhhhhhhhhh.
but she needed to resist missing these infernal conversations with you, and you watch as the door shuts, the scent of elm and tobacco extinguishing after a few seconds of glacial zephyr. “okay..” you mumble, clearing your throat; the sight of her door shutting decimated you more than being so cold you couldn’t move your fingers, and so you turn, sitting on one of the steps to regulate these new emotions you were under. “sleep well.”
but sevika would be on the other side, forehead against the timber - although she wanted to make excuses for being worried, she knew you were the light at the end of a cataclysmic tunnel, and someone was going to dim that light eventually.
fuck.
you hadn’t heard the door open again, and it’s the first time sevika’s seen you so huddled and despondent, it’s unearthly - your wooden eyes pierced onto the concrete and body lifeless to the stimuli around you, something so bizarre that was so uncanny to look at.
but you feel satin against your shoulders, a hasten gust on your skin and the smell of cigarettes with patchouli amplifying; when you turn around to see sevika, door wide open, you notice she’s thrown her cloak your way.
you feel as though you’re hallucinating, but when you see her gesture for you to come in, you’re quick to stand.
she’s inspecting how you stumble to her door, and although you were materially uncoordinated regardless, this was something else - something she’d find as perfect bait to demean you over on the standard day, but she can’t over the current circumstance of seeing your face marred with blood.
taupe walls that flickered under the adornment of lanterns, tables that supported a disarray of books and older hardware that she’d used for her arm, bedsheets that were sanctification under your fingers when you’d sat down - it screamed sevika.
“let me see you..” she whispers, her tone so disparate to the traditional insensitivity it had; your glassy eyes becoming pellucid when you see her kneel infront of you, fingers stroking the side of your face, her touch so diaphanous each skin cell felt decontaminated. “you remember anything from tonight?”
you were void, a shell that managed to transport itself around the streets without any evocation. and sevika can tell, nails feathery against your cheeks and tickling tender patterns into your skin. “any faces?” her eyebrows dip, and you decipher within the ashen halos of her eyes a fury so inflamed, you were tempted to believe they were hues of oxblood.
so you shake your head. “no, just hurts.” and sevika’s eyes squint closed from trying to conquer the pique boiling in her limbs, the desire to annihilate with every drop of shimmer. she hated the way you were; how someone had corrupted your rhapsody and skewered it in fragments, how you were just sat here accepting being made mincemeat of, how you were under the acknowledgement you were going to walk out tomorrow and smile at people like there was nothing wrong in the dandy fine world of yours.
she sighs, because as much as she’d love to put the screws on you to butcher whoever responsible, she could tell by the deadpan abyss in your eyes that this night had been enough already.
“c’mere.” her palms at your waist, a gargantuan touch that plants you within her bedsheets; that sensation of glee anchoring at your stomach enough when you feel the warmth of her mattress on your palms, that familiar feeling augmenting when the bed dips - sevika cushioning the space between you.
“i’m surprised you have a bed.” you whisper, fingers brushing against the pillows. she’s situated upon the sheets, whereas you seemed to be burrowed under them; observing the eccentric stare she gives you when she wants you to elaborate. “you don’t strike me as someone who sleeps.”
you expect her to glower at you, with those habitual indignant eyes and an affronted scowl on her lips - but the corners of her lips turn upwards subtly, irises molten with altruism toward you. “no?” she whispers, tone harboured with jest and doting.
but you don’t answer, a vacant expression pasted to the ceiling, and it’s excruciating to look at. sevika’s trying to search the backlogs of things that could possibly alleviate the atmosphere between you, only seeing a cerebral scrunch of paper that said you’re bad at this, and it’s amelioration when she thinks she’s finally found it.
“about the thing you asked the other day..” she bulwarks against you, and you feel the frost of her cybernetic, the capricious warmth of her chest against your back. you weren’t a stranger to sevika’s touch, or smites to the stomach more so, but this was extramundane - a brawny arm slithering itself over your hip, and you can tell she’s trying not to relax, because she’d crush your body unwittingly. “i think that human-sized ants would definitely take over.”
she knows that she needs to nurse your physical wounds, but she focused on rehabilitating the internal aperture that made you.. not you. and she feels herself ease when you start to smile faintly through the claret stains on your cheek, her breath against your neck as she tugs you in closer. and she knows she’s gonna have a hell of a day tomorrow,
finding out who has to pay the price.
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖
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《 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝘀》
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『𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭. 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱』
"Let them go now!" A certain raven-haired boy yelled, running up to an enforcer who was holding a woman by the throat. He rammed his body against the man as hard as he could, knocking them both to the ground.
He raised his fist and punched the enforcer in the face, knocking him out cold. He was so fixed on the man under him that he didn't notice another enforcer come up behind him.
But luckily, Vander saw this and punched the guy away from the teenager.
The boy went over to the parents and sighed, seeing the father already dead and the mom barely clinging to life. "Mamm, just hold on; we're going to get you help," he whispered, putting pressure on her wound, but the woman just shook her head and removed his small hand.
"No, please save my daughter's," she whispered, her eyes slowly closing.
"Mamm? Mamm!?" No matter how hard he tried to wake her, she wouldn't open her eyes. He put his head to her chest, listening for a heartbeat, but couldn't hear one signaling that she had passed on.
He turned to look at Vander, who was waiting for an answer, but the frown on the boy's face said everything.
"It's alright, son; you did the best you could," Vander muttered, patting the boy's head and helping him onto his feet.
"Let's get you back home before your mother tries to have my head for almost getting you killed," he chuckled, getting ready to walk away, but the teenage boy grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
"Wait, we need to find the girls, she said, to save her daughter's". On cue, two girls walked out of the red smoke. One looked around the boys age with short pink hair and silver grey eyes, and the smaller one had blue hair with blue bell eyes.
They looked around in desperate fear, and the boy could tell that they were looking for their parents, but all the girls saw were them.
Vander slowly approached the girls, with the boy right behind him. The blue-haired girl immediately curled up to her sister's side while still looking at the two males.
The pink-haired girl looked up at Vander almost as if asking where her parents were, but when she saw his face, she felt her heart break into two.
She looked around and gasped slightly when she saw the bodies of her parents. The younger sister didn't even need to look; the pain on her sister's face said enough for her.
She watched as her big sister fell to her knees and started to cry her eyes out. The little sister wrapped her arms around her neck and cuddled her head into it, with a tear dropping down her eye as well.
The two males just watched in sorrow. The boy looked up at Vander and gestured to the girls. "We should take them," he said.
Vander looked back at the girls and nodded his head. He leaned down to the girls height, and they turned their sights to him.
"What's your name, darlings?" He questioned them softly.
"I'm Vi, and this is Powder." The pink-haired girl spoke up, sniffling slightly, and gestured to the blue-haired girl, who is now known as Powder.
"Well, Vi, Powder, my name is Vander, and this boy right here with me is Ajari, but you can call him Aj for short." The girls looked at the dark-skinned boy, who gave them a small smile and a wave.
Aj walked up to Vi and extended his hand for her to take. "You can come with us. I promise you'll be safe."
Vi stared at his hand, contemplating whether to take it or not, but eventually she accepted his hand. But when she touched it, she felt a small spark, making her flinch just a little, but Aj didn't seem to notice as he helped her onto her feet.
She stumbled a little, groaning at the small pain in her left leg, but Aj adjusted her.
Vander picked Powder up, and she immediately curled into his chest.
Aj decided to do the same thing and picked Vi up bridal style. The pink-haired girl was shocked but didn't say anything.
She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
As they walked away from the scene, Vi glared at the remaining enforcers that were watching them before disappearing into the red smoke.
She looked up and eyed the Piltover, giving it that same hateful look.
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When they made it back to The First Drop, Sevika was quick to jump from the table and rush to her son with a not-so-happy look on her face.
Aj knew what was coming and gave Vi to Vander, who gave him a look basically saying 'good luck' Aj sighed and turned to his mother, only to be smacked at the back of the head. He yelled loudly and rubbed his head.
"Oww, ma," he grumbled.
"Oww, my ass, where the hell were you? I never gave you permission to go out with Vander." Sevika scowled. That look would have scared anyone else, but not Aj; he's seen it way too many times.
He had a huge habit of disobeying his mother, a trait that she said he got from his dad, which confused him since he's never really heard of his dad much.
"We were going out for supplies, and we saw this couple getting attacked. We couldn't save them, but we saved their daughter's," he explained.
"Ok, but I'm not their parent; I'm your parent, and as I say goes, you do not go off without informing me. Do you understand?"
Aj rolled his eyes and was going to smack his lips, but Sevika caught on to it and hardened her glare. "Ajari, if you smack your lips at me, I will knock you out." Aj was quick to close his mouth, knowing that when his mom said his full name, she wasn't playing around.
"Sorry that I didn't tell you I was going out, ma. I'll be sure to inform you next time," he apologized. Sevika sighed and patted his head.
"Just make sure I know next time. Did you at least finish your self-defense lessons before you left?"
"Yes, mamm, and I also need a new trainer. I'm starting to kick his ass at everything. I feel like the trainer," he laughed, and Sevika cocked a smirk.
"That's my boy," she said, ruffling his hair.
After talking with his mom for some time, Aj wanted to go check on the siblings when he saw Vander returning to work.
"Hey Vander, do you have any snacks that I can give to Vi and Powder?" He asked Vander, who nodded and went into the back before coming out a little later with some cupcakes that Aj had made earlier before they left, which were his favorites.
His mouth watered at the delicious treats, and he thanked Vander for taking the snacks and headed to where he saw Vander take the girls.
He left the bar and entered the room where he usually slept, which was a place under the bar, and saw the two girls holding each other while sitting on the bottom of a bunk bed that Vander bought from an auction some time ago.
"Is mommy and daddy okay, Vi?" He heard Powder ask.
"Yes, their ok, Pow Pow, their in a better place away from this mess," the older sister ran her fingers through the blue-eyed girl's hair.
"Will we see that better place one day?"
"Yes, when it's our time, we will."
Aj decided to make his presence known, and he cleared his throat, catching the attention of the two girls. Powder immediately dove behind her sister, still not used to seeing other people.
"Uh, hey, sorry, I had to leave. my mom is pretty strict with me leaving this place and uh I noticed you guys been down here kinda long so I thought I'd bring you guys some food these are chocolate cupcakes their my favorite" he said giving the plate to Vi.
"Thank you," she muttered.
She took a cupcake off of the plate and handed it to Powder, who looked at it curiously. She hesitantly licked the icing, and Aj almost laughed at how cute she looked when her eyes lit up like Christmas lights.
She instantly unwrapped the wrapper and took a big bite out of the dessert. Her once-scared frown was a huge smile.
"Wow! This is really good!" She said this while Vi and Aj watched her with soft smiles.
"Thank you; I make them myself, actually," Aj commented.
"Really?"
"Yep, I always had a passion for cooking, so I usually help Vander in the kitchen or I cook my own meals. I've got to learn how to survive at some point." Powder finished her cupcake, and Aj took the wrapper and tossed it into a small bin.
"You still haven't tried one bubblegum," Aj said with a smirk. Vi's eyebrows furrowed, and she cocked her head.
"My name is Vi, not Bubblegum," she huffed, crossing her arms.
Aj just kept smirking and gestured to the cupcakes. Vi sighed and took one of them and unwrapped the wrapper before biting into it, and just like Powder, her eyes lit up at the new taste in her mouth.
"Wow," she mumbled, "these are really good!" Aj smiled in gratitude.
"Well, I usually make them every Thursday, so if you want to come down and help, I'll be in the kitchen."
He handed the girls some water and was going to get up to leave when he was grabbed by Powder. "Wait, don't go. We want to get to know you better." Aj shrugged his shoulders; he had nothing else to do anyway.
"Alright," he replied. The girls made some room for him, and he sat down in the middle.
"So your mother is the Sevika, huh?" Vi said, and Aj nodded.
"Yep, but honestly, despite her horrifying demeanor, she actually a really good mom made sure I survived down here-," he cut himself off as he realized he's talking about his mom to two girls who just lost their parents.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't be talking about my parents. You guys need some time to mourn."
"No, no, it's fine; we've mourned enough, honestly," Vi reassured.
"Yeah, now we just need a friend," Powder chirped. Aj tried not to pass out from how adorable Powder was.
"Well, then how about we reintroduce ourselves? My full name is Ajari, but you could call me Aj for short."
"My name is Powder."
"And my full name is Violet, but I go by Vi."
"You know Violet is Arabic for hidden beauty," Aj commented.
Vi felt her face heat up slightly at the fact that a guy basically called her cute. She's been complimented before, but those were just cat calls by drunk weirdos. However, it was different because it was by a boy who looked genuine and very handsome at that.
"And powder means gentle or light." Powder's eyes lit up, and a huge smile fell on her face. Aj was happy to help the girls get over the loss of their parents; after all, he wouldn't know what he would do if he lost his mom, even if she can be pretty overbearing at times.
"What is your Arabic for?" Vi asked.
"Oh, my name means to teach or someone who knows the rules, basically a leader," he explained.
"Nice," Powder commented.
"So, where's your dad?" Vi asked.
Aj's eyes furrowed, and he just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know; I really never met him. Either he died or he walked out on my mom. I never really asked her about him, just in case it struck a nerve in her."
"Understandable," Vi said.
"So, how old are you guys?" He asked.
"I'm 13 and Powder is 6; how about you?"
"I'm 15 my mom gave birth to me here since the hospitals got overrun by enforcers that day I lived here for as long as I can remember mom said it was safer for me to be here"
Aj heard a small yawn and felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked, and he saw that Powder had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
"She's literally so adorable," he cooed, looking down at the small toddler.
Vi nodded in agreement. "She really has always won our parents over with those big eyes."
Aj chuckled and carefully tucked Powder in, and Vi decided to let Powder rest while they finished talking. After some time, the talking turned into jokes.
"And when my mom opened the case and saw the spider, she almost shitted her pants, and I got a whooping after that, but it was so worth it." Vi let out a loud laugh, and Aj couldn't help but state.
Vi noticed him looking and wiped a small tear of laughter from her eye. "What?" She asked.
Aj quickly cleared his throat. "Nothing; it's just that you sound really pretty when you laugh."
"Oh, uh, thanks." Vi tried to stop the incoming blush from taking over her whole face.
"I have something I want to show you," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the rooftop that showed the view of the undercity as well as Piltover.
"Wow, it's beautiful," Vi said, looking out at the view and sitting on the edge with Aj following her move.
"Yeah, I come up here whenever I need to take a breather. Only I know about this spot, and now you do, and one day Powder will too," he replied.
Vi turned her head to the boy and asked, "Why are you being so nice to us?"
"Because everyone needs a friend, right?" Vi smiled slightly and looked into the boys hazel eyes. "I guess.".
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