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pathetic-sapphic · 10 months

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Arcane characters and aftercare?👀🤤

Aftercare with the Arcane characters

VI likes to make sure you have everything you need and pampers you as if you are royalty. She feeds you bits of chocolate, makes sure you drink water and cleans you up. Afterwards, she likes to cuddle with you and discuss what the whole experience was like for you. She always needs to make sure you were completely okay with everything she did and wants to know if there is anything new you'd like to try next time. Vi's goal is to please you and make you feel good, so seeing how happy and relaxed you are after the deed is done means the world to her.

Just like that, baby, drink up. Don't want you to get dehydrated haha, I know that took a lot out of you. Here, have some chocolate, I got you your favorite. No need to thank me, you know I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. So, how was it? I wasn't too rough, was I? Do you want me to be more gentle next time? I know you like it rough but I don't want to risk hurting you, okay? Good, now just relax and let me take care of you, baby.

JINX is always bursting with energy after the two of you are done. She has a lot of stamina so you need to remind her that you cannot keep up with her and that you need rest. So she directs all her energy and focus into taking care of you. She gets very clingy after sex and keeps running her hands all over your exhausted and flushed body, she loves the way it makes you whine so softly. Drags you off into the shower and then lets you take a nap on the couch while she goes out to buy some takeout for the two of you. She is very quick as she doesn't want to make her sweetheart wait for her long and when she comes back, she feeds you and cuddles with you on the couch. Always lets you know how much she appreciates the trust and love you give her.

What is it, toots? Don't tell me I already wore you out? Okay okay, let me just cuddle with you for a bit and then we'll go shower, sound good? Of course it does! Tell you what, how about after we shower I make a quick run to Jericho's and get you your favorite? Gotta spoil my little trinket, you're just too cute! Consider it a reward for being so good for me today, alright? Hey, don't go hiding that pretty face from me, baby! Aw, you're so red it's adorable, makes me want to pinch your cheeks. But really, you were so good for me today, yknow that? Good, I'd hate for you to think any differently.

CAITLYN never wants you to worry about anything, especially when you're this vulnerable and tired. She brings you food and something to drink, rubs healing salve on any sore places and carries you to take a bath. She'll have you sit in her lap while softly washing your hair and body, leaving soft kisses all over your flushed face. Goes heavy on praise because she needs you to know just how good you were for her and how you made her feel good too. As strict and demanding she can be during sex, she is as sweet as honey during aftercare.

You were so perfect for me, darling. You made me feel so good and I'm so proud of you. Lean your head back for me please, I'd hate to get shampoo in your beautiful eyes. There, thank you love, doesn't that feel nice? You're always so good for me that I can't help but want to spoil you afterwards. Oh, you are so darling when you blush, come here let me kiss those red cheeks. You are absolutely adorable!

You have no idea what your satisfied sighs and fucked-out expression do to EKKO's heart, do you? He loves witnessing just how good he made you feel and always needs to know he's treating you right. Loves laying in bed with you for hours, sharing sleepy kisses and meaningful glances. He likes to make small talk to make sure you are alright and that you're not too sore. If Ekko notices you wincing when you move, he gives you a gentle massage while kissing the back of your thighs and shoulders. He tells you how much he loves you and how stunning you are. Just the sight of you laying next to him makes his heart feel so warm and his stomach full of butterflies. Little Man appreciates you so much and sees you as his ray of sunshine in the darkness known as the Undercity.

How was that, babe? Did I blow your mind? Haha, guessing by the look you're giving me, I'd say I did. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Are you hurting anywhere or feeling sore? Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a nice, relaxing massage. You were pretty amazing too, you know that, firefly? You always look so pretty and sound so cute, I can't help but fall in love with you all over again. Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing but I want you to know that I love you and I'd do anything for you, alright? Good, just relax now, I'm here.

SILCO is, quite surprisingly, very gentle with you. He knows he can be rough and how taxing it can be on both your mind and body so he showers you with praise afterwards. Lets you cuddle into his side while he lights a cigar and tells you how lovely you are. He will prepare a bath for you along with your favorite snacks and drink. Silco will join you in the bath but only if you ask nicely because he prefers showers and has to go back to work. If he notices you're still feeling vulnerable and needy, he will let you sleep in his lap or on the couch in his office while he does his work. Will occasionally stop just to admire your sleepy face and press a soft kiss into your hair, murmuring a soft 'I love you'.

How are you feeling, darling? I wasn't too rough, was I? Alright, but please do let me know if you ever feel like that or if I unintentionally hurt you. I only want to inflict the kind of pain which brings you pleasure but you already know that. You were wonderful, my love, don't you worry. You're always perfect for me. I had a bath prepared for you so feel free to take your time as I have to go over some documents now. If you start missing me, feel free to join me in my office, beloved. There's always a place for you by my side.

VANDER loves giving praise and body worshipping his partner both during and after sex. He'll support himself on his side with his arm while gently caressing your face and hair with the other one. He'll gently murmur how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. Despite his size, Vander is an extremely gentle and caring man, something which he never fails to show around you. He also loves making you laugh as it's the most beautiful sound he has ever been blessed to hear so he will often gently tickle your side or tell jokes. Loves kissing the bruises his hands and mouth left on you, always checking with you whether or not they hurt. Because of the kids, the two of you rarely have time for such activities so Vander makes sure to make each and every opportunity incredibly special and intimate.

Look at you, my darlin'. I keep askin' myself just what have I done to deserve someone as lovely and stunning as you. You are amazing, you know that? You always make me feel so good and I hope I managed to return that favor. I'm sorry we don't get to do this more often but that makes it all the more special, don't you think? Looking at you spread out so beautifully next to me makes my head go all fuzzy, I'll never understand how an old sod such as myself managed to find someone as sweet and alluring as you. Sleep now, love, you deserve to rest. I love you so much, never forget that.

SEVIKA could never get tired of the feeling of your body against hers, so she'll often have you rest on her lap while she sits against the headboard and smokes. She'll draw gentle circles against your thigh with her free hand, admiring the marks she left all over your pretty, pliant body. Will gladly share her cigar with you if you ask her for it, thinks you look adorable when you try to inhale the smoke and fail miserably. She'll pat your back and take her cigar back, telling you to just relax against her until she's finished after which the two of you will take a nice, hot shower. Always asks about how it was for you because she knows she did well and made you see stars but hearing it from you makes pride swell up in her chest. Loves focusing on your pleasure and making you feel good even though she can be rough at times. But Sevika makes sure to make up for any roughness by taking good care of you afterwards.

Just like that, baby, just relax against me. There's no rush, we have all the time in the world. Hand me my lighter, will you? Thank you, sweetness. You want to take a drag? Go ahead but try not to choke haha. What did I tell you, baby, bitter stuff like this aren't meant for some as cute and sweet as you. I'd hate to have my darling choke on anything other than my fingers or stra- Okay okay, no need to be embarrassed, you certainly weren't before. Alright, I'll stop teasing for now, the last thing I want is to have my baby be cross with me so just rest and I promise I'll wash your hair later, sound good? Of course it does, I know all my darling's weak spots.

Oh, this sweet, sweet man. VIKTOR needs to feel your closeness and warmth after you two do it. He loves engulfing your form with his arms and just holding you for a while. He often craves reassurance, needs to know he made you feel good and loved. Your pleasure and enjoyment are a top priority to him and he often doubts his ability to satisfy you because of his health issues. But with how attentive and careful he is, you know he could never make you feel anything less than amazing and he needs you to tell him that. He loves feeling your warmth against him and proposes a bath after the two of you catch your breath. You both wash each other's hair and bodies, making ridiculous shapes with the foam and blowing bubbles all around you. What follows is a soft make out session filled with gentle, wandering touches and tender praise.

Was that alright for you, ljubavi moja? Are you feeling okay? Good, lay down with me for a bit? I just need to feel you next to me, you always make me feel so warm and loved. You were truly wonderful just now, you never cease to amaze me. I am so lucky to have someone so wonderful as my partner, I love you more than anything. Yes, even more than Hextech haha. Your love and care made me realize that there is much more to life than just work and I'll be forever grateful to you for that. Now, how about we take a bath after which we can cuddle as much as you want, alright? Oh, but, can I get a kiss first?

translation: ljubavi moja - my love

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sivyera · 2 years

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Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

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

WARNINGS: bad grammar, mentions of nsfw

CONTAINS: fluff

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

Jinx - teenage love

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

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

You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Sevika - rough love

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

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

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

Silco - enemies to lovers

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

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

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Vi - soulmates

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

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

All I Wanted - Paramore

Ekko - any universe love

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

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

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Caitlyn - best friend to lovers

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

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

girls - girl in red

Viktor - ancient love

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

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

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Jayce - rich love

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

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

Electric Love - BØRNS

Cassandra Kiramman - secret love

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

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

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Vander - old love

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

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

Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I hope you like it guys! ♡

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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The type my favourite Arcane characters would fall for:

With Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlin, Ekko, Jinx, Silco, and Vander

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Viktor:

Viktor is very much a person who prefers solitude over social interactions. He focuses on his job more than anything, and can not quite find the time nor energy to do anything after that. Though he loves to find solace in lonesome rooms, he needs a little sunlight occasionally; metaphorically and literally. Someone who drops in once every two hours to get him a drink, a note or simply sit next to him to distract him from his project momentarily. You could sit on an empty chair at his side, observing his work from a safe distance, careful to not shove your nose in there. Tiny questions would escape you, such as “what is that?” Or “why are you using that?”, and he would be delighted to answer them. Sometimes, he’d pull off his goggles to look at you shortly, a tiny smile gracing his face, before he returns to his work. You’d get along with Jayce quite easily - maybe too easy, but it’s all in good manners. Viktor tries to make time for you and take short breaks, but more often than not, he gets so caught up, he cannot afford the distraction. Jayce is more than happy to entertain you for the time being; he rather enjoys your presence as well.

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Jayce:

Jayce oozes charisma. Now usually, fire and fire don’t go well, but match his energy, and this is man is smitten. Absolutely at loss for words. Desperately in love, if you will. You tease him; the words disappear on his tongue. Now come the heart-eyes. You’d walk down the halls, and you could simply feel his eyes on you. He’d halt any conversation he held and stare at you in silence. Respectfully. Would you work in the same lab as him, this man cannot focus to save his life. Your jokes, your smile, your witty remarks….He’s gone. The worst is when you radiate serotonin. A job gone right, a good song, a funny joke? Anything that makes you smile, makes his heart skip a step. You know that hollow feeling in your stomach, but the good one? That’s him. He’s quick to pick up on little things you do once you get excited: Clap your hands, squeal, jump up and down, squeezing your hands in fists? He sees it. And there is that pit again.

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Mel:

Listen, this woman is so busy and booked, she tends to miss out on the little things. She needs someone who will take little times a day where they will take a short walk, or do some painting together. Anything to get her mind off of work or business for a short second. A spontaneous decision often takes her aback, as she likes to plan things out, but once she trusts you, it’s all in, baby. During council meetings, you’ll sit on the side, silently calming her down when things get hectic or chaotic. You help her plan things out, but leave room for the fun things. She treasures this so much, she cannot even begin to explain it to you. Small touches on your arm or hand constantly to remind her you’re still there. Ironically enough, it keeps her from overworking. You’re simply so soothing to her.

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Caitlin:

Bamf. Do I need to elaborate? Caitlin is the type of person to see the good in everyone, no matter how tiny it will be. ‘How bad can they be?’ is a regular question from her. She can be attracted to anyone, really. But if there was one type to capture her heart, it’s the bamf. The person who says things as they are, does as they please, witty remarks, teasing winks etc. The impression you leave on her is large, and she is in awe immediately. Even if she claims to not be amused. She is. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest. Someone get her some help, please. If you start flirting with her, this poor woman does not know what to do. Her cheeks turn red, her ears heat up, she freezes on the spot. But she loves it so much, though she would never admit it. And it’s great to get her flustered.

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Vi:

Sure, Vi would love a badass and independent partner. But when that partner has a soft spot for children? Always sees the good in everything? Smiles when someone says hi? Don’t get me started. The way your voice changes when you speak to someone in a friendly manner: gone. Bye-bye, Vi. She is a bit rough around the edges, and can come of as cold at times. You contradict that in the best ways possible. Your kind waves to everyone you pass, the ‘how are you?’ when trying to pay for something, your loving hugs…All the things she’d 100% fall for. No question about it. She insists on holding your hand at all times. She says it is because you like it, but let’s be honest. She is not planning on letting you go and likes to let everyone know, you are indeed taken. 10/10 the type to make-out in public when someone takes your friendliness a bit too extreme. Her hand tugging on your waist, the glare shot towards the one flirting with you? Oof.

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Jinx:

Jinx has a teasing tone, as everyone might know. Though she could use someone to work against that, she would not necessarily find herself attracted to it. If you decide to throw a confetti bomb her way though? You just got yourself a new girlfriend. She is the type to cause mayhem anywhere and everywhere. If she finds someone to do that with, her heart is taken. There are times her emotions tend to get the best of her. You’ll have to calm her down gradually before she does anything stupid. Offer a listening ear, a supportive arm, and she’ll eventually calm down. She loves to do stupid things with you, but she needs breaks. Sit with her and help her tinker with new ideas. Your voice can truly be enough to simply soothe her.

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Ekko:

Ekko has a soft spot for nerds, no one can convince me otherwise. And I’m not talking technology nerd. I’m talking info-dumping nerd. Someone who knows a little bit about everything. With anything he encounters, you are able to tell a fun story behind that. “Is that a raven?” “Actually, it’s a crow. Did you know crows actually remember people and voices and can even hold a grudge against you? Even worse, crows gossip. What? They do.” Man has fallen head over heels. Your little ranting and rambling makes him feel all giddy inside. He actually used to hate it, but as he grew to realize it was love, he began to accept it. Now, the feeling is welcomed. He can listen to you talk for ages, as cheesy as it might sound. And he remembers everything you tell him. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t, so you could tell him again. You know you ramble, and you have often been told to shut up. So, when you notice you’re ranting again, you always stop suddenly, offering a meek ‘sorry’. He will not hesitate to shake his head wildly, grabbing your hands in reassurance, claiming he wants to hear more. And it’s not to make you feel better, he genuinely enjoys your little talks. It’s one of the things that makes you so special to him. He treasures every single word spoken to him.

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Silco:

Now, Silco is not an easy one to fall. Not at all. Even with you, it might not have been love at first sight. You had to grow on him. But your mind, and your strategies? They were phenomenal since day one. And though he simply shrugged at it at first, he found himself being attracted to you for that exact reason. You had a solution to every problem, and you had a way of thinking that he simply adored. And from there, he started noticing other things about you. Had your eyes always held that sparkle in them? Were your hands always that delicate? Had your voice always sounded that soothing? It wasn’t until you once laid a hand on his shoulder to shake him out of dreamland, that he realized that he had indeed fallen. Because that touch seemed to linger on his shoulder even as you walked back to your seat at the table. And your eyes silently asking him if he was okay, suddenly looked so different. And then it all clicks. From that day on, his behavior towards you completely changes. Now he wants you in the room with him. Now he wants your opinion on everything. Now you have to follow him wherever he goes. He needs you closer to him now than ever before.

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Vander:

Listen. Dad friend meets mom friend. It’s meant to be, what else can I say? Your warm-hearted personality, the way you kneel down when talking to children, your reasonable words always interrupting fights. That’s just a short list of things he adores about you. Being the voice of reason, but with that compassionate tone is something he greatly admires. Perhaps more than people usually would. But of course, carrying the day on your shoulder and trying to remain kind to others can take quite a toll on a person. At night, when you’re sure others will no longer come look for you, you tire yourself with thoughts of the day. He often comes to visit you around this time so you will not be alone. You share your worries with each other, but also try to encourage each other to keep it up. Those talks are something so precious and intimate to him. And he keeps on doing these even after being your partner through the years.

#arcane #league of legends #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel medarda x reader #vi x reader #Caitlin x reader #jinx x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #vander x reader

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sevikitty · 29 days

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theprettyarachnid · 11 months

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bathing with viktor/jayce

a/n: my uterus feels like it’s going through a laffy taffy machine and i want this surgery done as soon as possible

warnings: semi-nsfw

viktor

🕷️ very reluctant to shower with you at first

🕷️ viktor has to sit down while showering because of his leg so he has one of those shower chairs

🕷️ same viktor

🕷️ when he truly became comfortable in the relationship, he was willing to shower with you

🕷️ a part of him was embarrassed and a little ashamed when you saw it because he tries so hard to make his limp unnoticeable despite his cane

🕷️ this is because viktor isn’t in the undercity anymore, he’s in piltover where image means everything

🕷️ you didn’t take notice of it, as if you didn’t care, which you didn’t

🕷️ you simply just started to undress while waiting for viktor to do the same

🕷️ viktor prefers warm showers instead of hot showers because he can get a little dizzy

🕷️ although the shower is small, you both make it work

🕷️ viktor knew he liked having his hair played with but having you wash it felt different, more intimate and he loved it

🕷️ keeps his hands on your waist the entire time, unable to help himself from looking at your body as if it was some piece of art that was just for him

🕷️ he’s practically a marionette, letting you move his arms this way and that

jayce

🕷️ it’s not a bath, it’s a fucking sauna

🕷️ and not only do i mean that by it’s fucking huge but the water is so hot you can barely breathe and every window and mirror is fogged up

🕷️ of course being a council member, jayce has jets in his tub

🕷️ he likes to have you sit on his lap while you wash his hair

🕷️ he has stupid yet cute grin on his face using his body wash to clean your back

🕷️ the man likes being pampered so he closes his eyes feeling your hands move across his body

🕷️ he’s usually feeling frisky while you two are bathing so you feel a gentle bite on the neck or shoulder as he’s washing your back

🕷️ depending on how you react is the direction on where the friskiness goes ifykwim

🕷️ has really soft bath robes that you use after getting out of the bath

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cherubfae · 5 months

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soft partner who is super strong || arcane x reader

with Vander, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Caitlyn, Vi, & Jinx

tags: slight canon typical violence/explosions, alcohol consumption, cursing, established relationships, lots of fluff and silliness :3 gn!reader as usual! ;D

Vander

He enjoyed teasing you, keeping things out of your reach so that you'd have to ask for his help. He adored being your big, strong man and coming to your aid. Need the jar opened? You've got it! Can't reach those cups at the top shelf? Hang on, darlin', your Vander's got it!

Remodeling The Last Drop had been a spur of the moment ordeal. Two patrons had destroyed half the booze display shelf in a drunken brawl, leaving Vander to clean up the mess and shell out some coin to order the replacements. He would've rebuilt it himself if he had any lumber, but carpentry wood had been scarce as of late.

"Hey, love, which side would you like this to go?"

Vander lifts his head at your words, his eyes damn near popping out of his skull as you casually stop carrying the shelf-- heavy wooden drawers and glass doors in and all-- with such ease. Like you were carrying a bin of trash to the edge of the street."How in the bloody fuck are you doing that, darlin'?" He baffles, watching as you easily squeeze the shelf along its matching partner.

"Oh, you know. You bend down-- it's very important to lift with your legs not your back-- and you grasp your hands on both sides and--"

"Very funny, smartass." Vander doesn't bother to hide his chuckle. He then realized you never needed his help to open those jars in the first place.

Silco

The last thing this kingpin expected was to be caught up in the crossfires between his own men and the Firelights especially not when he was out and about with you. Silco also wasn't expecting you to completely rip off an entire steel paneling of a scrapped boat beached near the murky water and use it as a bloody shield. The two of you were able to return to his office without harm, Silco immediately pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He slumps into his seat with a heavy sigh.

"Darling," he starts, already sounding exasperated. "Just when were you going to tell me you had such gorgeous strength?" Silco toys with the lip of his glass, his eyes flickering to you. You grin wide, unphased.

Quickly, you chirped, "You never asked!" With your signature beaming smile. Silco fights the urge to smack his face with his hand.

"...I hadn't ever considered it a possibility to even ask, but consider me intrigued, dearest. What more can you do? Show me."

Viktor

He's lethally smart and typically a man who doesn't bother asking anyone for help, let alone you, his precious partner. Viktor is often determined to do everything on his own, with a very destructive mindset of 'I'm not useful if I'm not being productive' . Even for Piltover's smartest man, sometimes he did require extra help.

His latest invention was one of stealth and mass. A creation not unlike a Firelight's hovercraft, but much more heavy-duty. It wasn't built for a rider but to be used as a drone-- it was controlled completely by a remote device. Built to shoulder more cargo with an automated turret on the back. Somewhere buried in his mathematics, Viktor miscalculated the dimensions of the clamps meant to hold the mammoth device as he sat in front of it.

Before a ton of weight could come tumbling down on top of him, you had stopped it with ease. Lifting it high over your head, Viktor was in awe. What a true ethereal beauty you are.

Jayce

"I was thinking about this new design for the Atlas gauntlents--... H-How are you lifting that? That's impossible!" Jayce gawks. The sheer amount of iron you carried was inhuman, yet you carried it with such ease that would have the toughest brawler crying to be done. Back and forth, you placed all of his ingots used for smelting off to the side of Jayce's barren new workshop.

You give him an easy grin, smile teasing. "Iron isn't that heavy, Jayce." Shooting him a playful wink, you set the last bulk of the iron aside to return to planning out the blueprint for the forge. Jayce could only blink in disbelief, speechless, and shook his head. Maybe next time he could hire you to help him versus paying others to do it.

Caitlyn

There wasn't much that seemed to surprise Caitlyn anymore. Much of the true nature and cruelty of the world already lived right under Piltover's noses. The existence of Shimmer alone was proof of that.

While working a festival, an explosion near the city square alerted Caitlyn and the other Enforcers to the location. No doubt one of Silco's goons. She looked towards the booth where you had been worked, panic erupting in her stomach when she realized you weren't there.

Upon entering the scene, she was more alarmed than surprised to see you there, helping recover civilians trapped beneath the rubble using such super strength she'd never known you could do before.

Immediately she's at your side, assessing the damage and calling for backup and medical attention for those affected. She'll ask you of this later, for now, the civilians are more important. It was a miracle that you were there to help--and she was relieved you were unharmed. You were the miracle.

She knew you were strong and capabke of many things. She wasn't aware of one of those things being you could send an Enforcer through several brick and mortar walls. Let alone with a single punch! You truly never cease to amaze her!!

Vi's heart skips a beat in her chest. You wipe your hands across your pants, blowing away the remaining dust collected across your knuckles.

You haven't even broken skin, no sign of blood or marring across your seemingly delicate hands. When you face her, she's got a wide dopey grin on her face and makes the first comment that comes to mind.

"Holy shit, babe. That was hot."

Jinx

She, like everyone else, was quite well-aware of your strength. You enjoyed carrying her around with ease-- she enjoyed it too! The exact magnitude of strength, however, was a mystery.

Until the day finally came where she would learn just how truly powerful her partner was. A foot chase broke out between you and a downed Firelight. The perpetrator in question towing a large rucksack of valuables meant for the Chem-Barons. Jinx had been following the chase along the rooftops of Zaun, doing her best to keep up.

With a snarl, Jinx watched as you hefted a sturdy steel pole that your arms barely wrapped around and slammed it in front of the Firelights, narrowly crushing them beneath its sheer weight.

"Got'cha." You snarked, picking up the rucksack and tossing it over your shoulder. "Let's leave this one for Silco to deal with, honey." You crouch down and grab the unconscious Firelight's shoulder.

Jinx grinned wide. She wasn't used to seeing you so, so feral! She loved it!! You were normally so composed and gentle. She liked this side of you.

"You got it, toots!"

Ekko

The poor boy is a bit lost and confused. The Firelight's hoverboard gear was far from light, it certainly wasn't the heaviest, but he certainly hadn't expected his sweet partner to use the modified tech to smack an entire cargo blimp across the sky and into the sea near the docks.

Shimmering purple water bubbled to the surface, surely infested the already bizarre and chemically unnatural sea life that lurked beneath the water's depths.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had that sorta strength in ya!" Ekko folds his arms across his chest. "Not ideal that that stuff's in the ocean, but Zaun's done worse..." He shakes his head and hops onto his board, offering his hand to you. You accept and he hauls you up behind him. "Let's ditch this scene, yeah, babe?" He snickers, his mask distorting the sound slightly. His board zips to life, leaving green streaks in its wake.

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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↞[arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain↠

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika] with s/o wet due to rain (and a bit sad)

I know you missed me <3 I’ve almost finished the exams of this session, so I can write more! I’ve seen some authors join challenges where they write one scenario a day and I’d like to do something similar, in case you have prompt you can dm it to me!

(While I was writing it took a particular meaning, so I specify that in some points is the reader is a little sad/ melancholy)

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

The rain doesn’t bother Jayce too much, at least when he’s the one getting soak to the bone.

But when you knock on the door of his dorm room, he casts his eyes in disbelief.

He pulls you into the room quickly, raising the temperature of the thermostat.

makes you sit and offers something warm as he goes to prepare the bath, putting clean towels and his clothes on hand.

If they’re too wide, it’s not a problem, he’ll just look away and shrug, his ears flushing. Clearly, his neurons stopped working on that view.

When you come back from the bathroom you find him busy preparing the bed by putting extra pillows and plaids.

will make you find food, no matter if it is junk food or vegetable broth arranged in that little time, the important thing is that you completely recover

"I thought if you’ve been out in the rain so long it’s because something didn’t go right and... uhm..."

obviously worried, but he won’t force you to talk about it. If you’ve actually just caught the downpour, he’ll give you a lecture about bringing always an umbrella and how health is important

If you actually have something upsetting you, he will just caress the back of your neck

will hold you close if you do not want to talk about it, so that you feel that you are not alone.

【Viktor】

You probably don’t even have to reach him.

Both in the courtyard of the academy soaked to the bone, hair stuck to the face.

on the one hand you are two idiots, on the other the feeling of loneliness, the smell of petrichor, the rain that seems to wash away the problems relaxes you

You go back to the dorm together, arm in arm because of the slippery ground

I can’t really tell what’s the reason, but taken by an unjustified euphoria, mixed with the fact that no one sees you, you would even sing off-key some notes of "Loverboy" to Viktor, who would barely hold a giggle.

It is said that not all evils come to harm, and showering together is proof of this.

It doesn’t have to result in something more, it’s a simple way to replicate the feeling of raindrops on the skin without getting sick.

You enjoy a bit the feeling, a bit the intimacy that is created by gently passing your fingers in each other’s hair.

After the ritual shower you are together wrapped in blankets, talking about more and less with your eyes closed: the exams, the hextech, some embarrassing scene of Jayce happened in the day, up to fall asleep in that position

lulled by the sound of the storm, muffled by the closed glass

【Ekko】

He doesn’t love the rain, but in his defense it is both an obstacle when you move with the hoverboard, both the rain of zaun is so acidic to be almost corrosive.

The first instinct to see you come back to the firelights soaking wet would be to scold you: he is worried, he didn’t see you return to base, he had feared the worst.

Once he gets past the initial reaction, he’ll make fun of you. Look at you, you look like a drowned rat.

he would bring you a warm clothes change and approach you, rubbing the back of your head with a towel partly to remove water from your hair, partly to get a smile out of you.

a quick check to see if you got hurt, ready to medicate you in case, before getting told in detail what you were doing out there, if you saw or did something and how it went.

He would not be too apprehensive, the rain is annoying but it is the least.

But he’s empathetic enough to know if you’ve been taken aback by the sudden rain or if you needed to be alone with yourself.

"Ya know… if something goes wrong you can tell me ‘bout it, if not as a partner at least as a member of this community. We solve problems together. There is no "stupid" or "not serious" problem, if something hurts you"

He’s not one to talk too sentimental, but in these cases he prefers to put aside his character and remind you that you’re not alone

and that if you do not have an umbrella you can stand in two under the same

【Silco】

When you enter his office dripping wet, he looks up from the documents only to raise his brows, before looking back at the pieces of paper, waiting for an explanation.

He is not indifferent to the fact that you are shaking like a leaf, but in his gaze it’s implied a scolding: you should have repaired yourself or should not have gone out at all.

If you don’t feel like explaining yourself, Silco’d just sigh and put the documents in a desk drawer, getting up to go get a plaid hot enough to make you stop shaking.

But he doesn’t wrap you in it or give it to you directly, he walks instead to return sitting on his throne

He places the blanket in such a way that he wrap you when you go to sit on his lap, holding you. It is about respecting the spaces, if you want physical comfort you can hide in his arms, otherwise you can only take the blanket.

Plus, you can take your time.

he would turn on the gramophone, letting the low volume music fill the room.

He doesn’t talk, you already know everything you need to know. He gently runs his fingers through your wet hair until you fall asleep, wrapping you up better.

"Sometimes it’s good for us to carve out a corner of the world for ourselves, to be alone with our thoughts. But don’t overdo it, health is a precious gift."

his lips whisper these words softly against your temple.

He does not mind the rain, the noise relaxes him, so would take advantage of it to stay for a while in intimacy tight in that position, lulled by the notes that fill the air and by the drops of water on the green window

【Marcus】

He wouldn’t really know how to act, he wouldn’t spontaneously do anything other than ask you explicitly if everything’s okay and what he can do.

He’s a simple man: if you tell him to get the tub ready, he does. If you tell him to make a seat for you at the table, he is already in the kitchen.

he’s not stupid, he just doesn’t know what you feel do to and what you don’t, so he shows his concern in helping you the exact way you need help.

If he has already eaten, he will still sit at the table with you, perhaps peeling a fruit while you are busy eating a hot meal.

And he is going to tell you about his day, about the child, about how the Kirammans are giving him white hair.

"You know Marcus, they kinda suit you well. White hair I mean"

He looks up at you before spreading his lips in an idiot smile that never fails to put you in a good mood

"Then I’ll be working overtime for that family. Double shift tomorrow, definitely."

Maybe he doesn’t have loud reactions or exaggerations, but that normality that permeates the room when you’re alone with him makes you feel safe.

When you start eating the fruit, he stands up and disappears into the bedroom.

You are going to find extra pillows and candles, just to create a small corner for you two

【Vander】

The sigh that comes out of his lips is worth more than a hundred words.

He makes you sit at the counter and prepares you a hot drink, something to warm you up with before he crosses his arms.

"So? You don’t have to tell me anything?" can be a little intimidating, but you know he’s just worried. You imagine that he waited for you with anxiety, that he is worried about you and how you feel.

He knows you’re grown and independent, but he still feels responsible for everything that happens in the lanes, and you also know for sure he was ready to blame himself if anything happened to you.

In case it was just a shower, a second sigh would follow, this time to lighten the chest.

he smiles at you tired but full of love. "One day you’ll scare me to death like this"

If you want to talk instead Vander is a great listener, would remain silent and would take some time to answer you, so that he actually looks for a solution or an adequate answer and not just being polite.

very apprehensive, he is the father of four children after all. Once he’s done cleaning the inn, he’ll carry you in his room, cuddling and covering you in attention.

Being in bed together, covered, while he hugs you from behind is the closest thing you can get to heaven

【Singed】

He wouldn’t be too worried, but you can’t blame him, he’s used to things worse than two drops of water.

He’d look up at you, moving his gaze away from his bakers and test tubes to make sure everything is okay, making room for you next to him.

"Something wrong?" the voice is hoarse and low, almost relaxing in its uniqueness.

he puts his vest on your back to cover you as much as possible to warm you up a bit and take off with his thumb a few drops of rain caught between your eyelashes

You know he’s working and he’s busy, and that attention he gives you while his hands are extracting the drug is enough to make you smile.

From time to time he caresses your cheek, while your head rests leaning against the work surface, with the back of his hand, as if to tell you that he is not ignoring you.

You take the opportunity to close your eyes and rest a bit, trying to focus on the noise of glass and the metal that gently clinks.

"Will you tell me about it?"

After a while he stops and looks at you, devoting all his attention to you.

He’s not a talkative man, but he’s a man of science. And when he puts everything on the table, leaning his back against the wall to be able to look at you better you know that he is expressing how important you are.

【Jinx】

perplexed, but amused

"awww, did you go for a walk in the rain?"

It is not a problem if you make the floor wet, but she gives you a signal to not to approach the stationary shovels that act as a bridge to avoid unpleasant accidents.

A lot of questions about why you were out, what the rain was like today, what it tasted like.

She feels enthusiastic even though her fingers are busy tightening bolts and attaching cables.

When you crouch on the sofa next to the creepy dummy, she turns to look at you, you can’t tell the expression, but she throws the device into the void, letting it explode as she approaches.

She doesn’t ask questions, she’s the first one who doesn’t know how to express what’s going on. Jinx just bends over so her face is lower than you, hands on her knees, and tilts her head as she looks into your eyes.

And she is so tender in that moment that you wish you could take a picture of it.

She takes old clothes or rags and sits on your lap, wiping your hair with a playful act, similar to what her sister did with her when they came back from a mission drenched to the bone.

You can’t help but smile as you see her concentrated expression, her incisors exposed by her lips and her tongue between her teeth

She is not good at words, her comfort is physical contact. She would remain embraced by you playing carelessly with your clothes

【Vi】

If it’s her standing in the rain, there’s no problem. She also enjoys the feeling of the rain on her skin as if it could wash away all the guilt she has taken.

But the moment you’re soaking wet, the situation changes.

Vi takes off her leather jacket to put it on your head while you run for shelter, and j

keeps an eye on you, ready to support you if you lose your balance because of the wet roads.

found a shelter keeps you to herself, makes you lean with the head on her shoulder and carelessly stokes your waist

from time to time she takes your hands between of hers and blows on them to warm them up, waiting for the rain to diminish before going home.

holds you closer to herself when she hears thunder or the light of lightning fills the shelter, an instinct that has not lost and probably will never lose.

Once you’re home, she’ll make you undress immediately to wash your clothes, no matter how much you try to reassure her that you’re okay or that you don’t need to, she’ll just give you a scolding look before continuing.

She’s a hundred percent quiet type to cuddle in bed while the storm is raging outside.

If you’re afraid she holds you, falling asleep holding your hand

【Sevika】

She is the first to come home always wet or dirty, so she probably wouldn’t even notice

but as soon as he sees the clothes sticking to your skin she frowns perplexed

"Did you want to take a shower?"

She throws you a towel or something with which you can take the damp off you while she carries an ashtray, two glasses and a bottle of liquor on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She comes from an environment where you cannot be weak in any way, and everything that is not about something concrete is out of her reach

Sevika sits down and makes room for you on the sofa.

If you’ve just been caught unprepared by the bad weather you drink and talk about more and less, while a hand on your thigh rubs it loosely.

But if something bothers you, she won’t force you to talk about it. Silence isn’t awkward, it’s just an intimate way of communicating.

And if the alcohol makes you want to tell her what’s wrong she will listen to you in religious silence staring at the amber liquid in the glass; she does not touch neither cigarettes nor liquor until you are finished

bonus: if you tell her that someone has wronged you, don’t worry that the rain will not stop her from getting up immediately to go and... “talk to them”.

【Mel】

As soon as you show up wet as a drowned rat, she call off the servants, telling them to prepare a hot bath, dinner and the bedroom.

You see her thinning her eyes and crossing her arms to her chest, looking like she’s waiting for an explanation.

It’s not as hard as it may seem, in her work she learned that you have to first assess the situation well and then act accordingly,

for this reason she wants to understand if it was just carelessness (and turn a homicidal look that will make you burst out laughing because you know that she behaves like this because she loves you)

or if there was a problem.

You see her play imperceptibly with her ring, she knows she can always be little present and the fear of making you feel neglected or not enough consumes her, but she cannot show it or say it explicitly.

It must be said that he is not a person who accepts not receiving answers, if Mel understands that you do not want to talk about what happened she softens the tone approaching, a hand on your cheek precedes her lips, her warm breath on your skin.

She’d find a way to get you to talk, more than out of curiosity because she needs to know if it’s a problem she can solve it.

she would feel guilty anyway, because she did not notice before the fact that you were having troubles, regardless of whether the problem concerns her or not

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pathetic-sapphic · 6 months

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arcane characters and their toxic traits in a relationship?

Arcane characters and their toxic traits

a/n: it is almost 5 am so i haven't proofread it yet ;; hope you'll enjoy it regardless

Tries to take on all the burden and suffering on her shoulders. She never wants you to get hurt or to bother you so she'd rather suffer in silence. This greatly affects your communication as she may get distant whenever she's dealing with some problems, which in turn may make you think that you did something wrong and that she's ignoring you. This simply comes from a traumatic past where Vi always had to take accountability and sacrifice herself for others. She will work on it once she sees the way it affects your relationship though. She just doesn't want to be a burden.

JINX

Very insecure when it comes to your love and loyalty towards her. Jinx is so used to thinking that everyone will eventually abandon her and you're the one person she really cannot lose. Because of this, she will often come off as overprotective and possessive. You will need to make your boundaries clear and reassure her often. Because she's so scared of losing you, sometimes she will go to drastic ends in order to make sure you're still happy with her and don't want to break up. Can also be very impulsive and has trouble sticking to the plans you two made.

CAITLYN

Can come off as insensitive when it comes to finances. Of course, she understands that many people aren't quite as well-off and Caitlyn genuinely cares for everyone but sometimes she doesn't quite understand how affluent she is. She might overwhelm you with expensive gifts, luxurious trips or over the top galas. She won't understand if you're ever hesitant when buying something or why you always make sure to see what's on sale at the market. It will take some time getting used to and you'll have to explain to Caitlyn the differences between your upbringings. Caitlyn isn't a judgemental partner, she just likes to spoil you, though she will tone it down if she notices you getting uncomfortable.

EKKO

Very stubborn when it comes to asking for or receiving help. He will push you away and hide his wounds or problems from you. Ekko is just so used to handling things on his own that he hates the idea of letting you bear his burden. He needs a long talk with you where you'll show him your support and help him realize the importance of confiding in one another. Ekko doesn't realize that it isn't a one-sided thing, meaning that if he helps you out when you need it, you'd do the same for him. Sure, he has the Firelights, many of them who are his friends but he rarely felt comfortable enough to confide in anyone. It's easy to forget that he is just a boy, trying to shoulder the weight of the world, and that he doesn't have to do it all alone.

SEVIKA

Surprisingly inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships. Sevika rarely gets attached to someone, beyond the sexual sense. For her, lovers are people she sleeps with to release the tension and frustration that builds up during her shift. She never truly had a partner, someone to whom she can show her soft side, someone who will cherish her beyond her body and money. Because of this, she often struggles with showing love towards her partner in a non-sexual way or a way that doesn't include physical touch. Words. That is the biggest problem for Sevika; expressing her appreciation and adoration through kind declarations is something that will take a while for her to learn.

SILCO

Silco is often too focused on his cause towards Zaun and forgets his other priorities besides that one. This causes him to overwork and come off as cold towards anyone he deems a threat to his goal. Because of this, he may ignore his partner whenever he's stressed out and deep into work. He's also rarely home, and since he isn't a fan of PDA, it can be hard to deal with the feeling of missing him so much. He tries to make it up to you with gifts but you'll need to explain to him that such luxurious things cannot replace his touch and company.

VANDER

Similar to Vi (where do you think she got that trait from?), Vander is so used to shouldering everything on his own. He wants to assure for you to live a comfortable and fulfilled life, even at the cost of his own happiness. He works tirelessly to keep the Last Drop and the Lanes afloat and seldom shares the workload with you. You can see how the stress wears him down but he will deny it until he completely bursts under pressure. Vander doesn't understand how much it hurts to see him like this, but some kind words and gentle touches can help when coaxing him into leaning on you too.

VIKTOR

Workaholic who never takes care of himself. So burdened down with the little time that he has left, Viktor doesn't plan to waste any of it by doing trivial stuff such as eating or resting. As loving as he is, Viktor can be an insanely stubborn partner. You'll probably have to hoist him over your shoulder and lock the door to his office in order to take him away from work for a couple of hours. He doesn't realize just how detrimental the negligence when it comes to taking care of himself is to his health. You need to explain to him that he won't get anywhere by working himself to the grave and you'll probably have to beg him to let you take care of him.

JAYCE

As smart as he is when it comes to his field of work, Jayce can be quite dense and heedless of other people's feelings. If you're the type of person who doesn't know how to talk about their problems or struggles with communication, there will be some issues in your relationship with Jayce. He's the type of person who asks you what's wrong and, once you give him a half-assed 'Nothing, I'm fine.', he goes all 'okay :D', pats your back and wanders off. You need to be direct and blunt with him because hints and exaggerated sighs simply won't do the trick.

MEL

Mel is an incredibly intelligent woman who knows how to get what she wants. This means that she can be quite manipulative at times, I mean you have to be if you want to succeed in politics. She'd never act that way with you on purpose, of course not, but it may happen unintentionally. She is also another workaholic who may appear too cold with her feelings but this is simply because she's hesitant to bring her walls and defenses down. It'll take a lot of time and patience to see her vulnerable side.

GRAYSON

Grayson is sort of a combination between Viktor and Vander; works too much and is too selfless for her own good. Grayson takes her job very seriously, safety of the citizens is of the utmost importance to her. This leads to her neglecting her own well-being and health. Lots of caffeine and many long nights in the office are spent by Piltover's Sheriff and, the older she gets, the more it wears down on her. It's hard to ignore the bags under her eyes or the tiredness in her voice as she drags herself into your shared home late at night.

AMBESSA

Quite cold and guarded, someone who doesn't appreciate or understand feelings like mercy or kindness. She believes that every single person is inherently selfish and wants something from her. This is why she doubts your good nature so much in the beginning. It has been a long time since Ambessa let herself get involved romantically with someone so she has a lot of re-learning to do. This may come with a cost of your feelings being hurt from time to time, especially if you're a sensitive and kind-hearted person. As much as Ambessa loves you and tries to show that, it isn't easy to sweep years of experience under the rug. You'll need to be strong while she gets used to upholding a romantic relationship.

CASSANDRA

Cold and regal, oftentimes comes off as strict. Cassandra only wants the best for you but sometimes she just doesn't know how to say it. So instead she might go behind your back in order to ensure your safety and happiness. This often backfires, especially because of your opposing opinions. You feel as if she's treating you like a child while Cassandra simply thinks that she's looking out for you. Is also insanely stubborn, it'll take time for her to learn to look at things from your perspective.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane headcanons #sevika x reader #grayson x reader #viktor x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #jinx x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #vander x reader #ambessa medarda #jayce talis #mel medarda

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ransprang · 1 year

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Hi friend! I’m new to the page and I stumbled across your arcane Viktor headcanons for what he would like in a romantic interest and was wondering if you could do the same for Vander and Silco? With a gn reader?

If not that’s totally fine, also sorry if it was already requested! Thank you 😊

hello!! welcome to our tumblr and sorry for the late reply. hope you like it!

arcane boys and their types

Viktor:

Viktor values intelligence and innovation above all else, and would look for a romantic interest who is equally as passionate about their work as he is.

He would appreciate someone who is able to challenge him intellectually and who shares his vision for a better future.

Viktor is not particularly interested in physical appearance, and would be more drawn to someone who has a strong work ethic and is committed to their goals.

He would also look for someone who is able to understand his work and the importance of his vision, even if they don't necessarily agree with all of his methods.

In a romantic partner, Viktor would value loyalty and someone who is willing to stand by his side, even in the face of adversity.

Vander:

Vander is a loyal and protective person, so he would look for someone who is able to appreciate those qualities in him.

He values trust and honesty above all else and would look for someone who is able to be open and honest with him, even when it's difficult.

Vander also values independence and self-sufficiency, so he would look for someone who is able to take care of themselves but also willing to accept help when necessary.

He would appreciate someone who is able to understand and accept his past and the choices he has made.

Vander is a romantic at heart, and would value someone who is able to reciprocate his feelings and who is willing to be vulnerable with him.

Silco:

Silco values power and ambition above all else, and would look for a romantic interest who is equally as driven and determined as he is.

He would appreciate someone who is able to think strategically and who is willing to make tough decisions when necessary.

Silco is not particularly interested in emotional intimacy, so he would look for someone who is able to maintain a certain level of detachment and professionalism.

He would also look for someone who is able to support him in his goals, even if they don't necessarily agree with all of his methods.

In a romantic partner, Silco would value someone who is able to keep up with him both intellectually and physically, and who is willing to take risks and make sacrifices in the name of power and success.

your type,

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sihakadan · 2 years

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i need to see the arcane characters blushing. i just know a forehead kiss and softly spoken pet name would get like half of them to melt instantly

Anon, oh my! I am soft!

Also, figuring out pet names for each character is sooo hard. I am not good at coming up with them. I'll try to make it as fluffy as I can, but some of these characters can be tough.

MDNI. Possible NSFW.

•Silco

-He always calls you darling, kisses the back of your hand when he gets a chance

-the first time you called him 'my love' or used darling, his heart fluttered, making him put his pen down and look at you, pleasantly surprised

-"Love?" He hummed. "Yes, I do rather like the sound of that." Silco came to stand before you and gently took your chin in his hand. "I will always be yours. I swear it."

•Jinx

-She had 1,000 pet names for you. Her favorite is sweets

-You like how playful the relationship could be, how you could be who you really were and how she made you feel light inside

-So you went with something a little silly, like her: Pudding

-Loses her mind because she loves it so much! She threw herself into your arms and gave you the biggest kiss of your life

-She will spray paint 'Pudding loves Sweets' everywhere in her den. It just makes her so happy

•Ekko

-Babe. Straight up, both of you use babe.

-Unless it is very tender moment and he is being romantic, then you are his firelight. (I don't care if that is overused, it is an amazing pet name and you can take it from my dead body)

-You give him funny nicknames to tease him sometimes, but the one that got his attention was big boy.

-Most of his life it's been little man, but for some reason, hearing you say big boy (even if it was a tease) boosts his ego

-Makes a metal flower for you as a thank you and as a symbol of how he will love you forever

•Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-This big guy is not a talker so using pet names isn't something he does

-The two of you are very sweet on one another, so calling him beloved just felt right.

-He had to hug you after you said it so you wouldn't see him cry because he is just so soft. Don't tell anyone though.

-The kids will pretend to gag and mock you two if you say it in front of them, but he doesn't care. It gives Ekko a crisis.

-Secretly loves being called daddy in private

•Vander

-Oh, he calls you sugar because you taste so sweet

-Likes to remind you by whispering in your ear. Straight up tease.

- Papa bear is what you call him, and he will punch anyone's face in who mocks it. That is his badge of honor.

-First time you called him that, he chuckled and nudged you. "That would make you mama bear."

-Another who is kind of into the daddy kink

•Finn

-Blossom is his go to. The reason why is raunchy, but no one needs to know that little secret, now do they?

-He reminds you of a tiger with that intense look of his, how he looks like he is going to pounce at any given moment

-Gets off on you calling him that. Will also call you kitten

•Jayce

-You make him all soft inside and has always thought you otherworldly, so he calls you angel

-He isn't one for a large amount of PDA (except with Viktor lol) and he tends to call you this very gently or in private. You don't mind because everyone knows who he goes home to at the end of the night

-It took a long time for you to come up with a good nickname but after staring at the Talis family crest you came up with hammer

-He's strong, durable, and is helping build the way for the future. Also the family crest and he works with one

-He'll be a bit embarrassed at first but that's because he is easy to fluster. You also get him with lewd jokes about hammering.

•Viktor

-If it is a classic and romantic pet name, he calls you it just to see you bite your lip and blush

-It's hard to get him back like that, since he is secretly a devious little man, but then showing affection to him publicly tends to make him blush and put his hand on the small of your back

-Privately it always leads to the most tender kisses and him telling you how much he loves you.

-He's so used to the world being cruel towards him, but your affections really does something inside of him and he has to convince himself to not propose to you immediately

•Mel

-Classy lady likes classy names. Darling, dove, my dear.

-Surprised or bashful smiles is how she tells you she likes it. It doesn't look like anything to others around you but it's like a secret language

-You will use the same ones but it has an effect on her that she didn't expect

•Sevika

-Baby doll, sweet cheeks, honey buns, toots, all of the names

-Day one you called her your goddess, because she just seemed above normal people.

-Anyone says anything about it, immediate broken nose. Do not mock her nickname.

-As with Jinx, you don't really use your name anymore because she never says it

-Unless she's under you or vice versa

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A/N: sorry this took so long. I am dealing with health issues and being a parent at the same time. Hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenge! On a side note, my husband's nickname is hammer lol

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fanandfiction · 2 years

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𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out...

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: The premise of these headcanons is that the standard three meals a day are synonymous with a corresponding intensity of sex. That intensity goes up as the day goes on. Breakfast is on the vanilla end of the scale, whereas Dinner is on the kinkier side.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), mild praise kink, pet names, fingering, reader is def a pillow princess :), somnophilia, shower sex (is lowkey dangerous/do not try this attempt at home)

Characters: Fem!Reader, Caitlyn, Viktor, Vander, Marcus

THERE IS NFSW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

In the early morning, when the sun has just barely peeked from behind the horizon, Caitlyn would have you upon a mountain of Piltover's fluffiest feather-stuffed pillows. She’d carefully lay you back, and you would sink right into them, enough so you couldn’t quickly get up without her help but not so you wouldn’t have a view of the show. Caitlyn would maintain eye contact, delicately pressing kisses down your sternum, abdomen, and pelvis before finally making contact with your velvety lower lips. Both of you moan loudly and let your eyes slip closed as she buries her tongue in your folds. Caitlyn begins to nibble and suck at your clit. It feels like a delightful ascension to heaven every time she buries her face between your thighs. As she makes a meal of you, she also has a habit of wrapping her hands over your inner thighs, kneading and massaging the sensitive flesh. It also served the purpose of holding you steady as you become more riled up and sensitive. When she knows you're close, she’ll take two fingers and thrust into you roughly as she sucks on your clit. She’d goad you on, using her smooth voice to tip you over the edge.

“How beautiful! Piltover's finest pillow princess~” She’d say, the vibration of her words only adding to the weight of her ministrations. You’re already tipping over the edge when she pulls away to give you the command to come undone. Your walls squeeze tightly against her fingers, you can’t keep from grinding your sensitive clit against the palm of her hand, and you release the most ear-shrilling moan of pleasure as she encourages you on, “There, there. Cum for me, Darling.”

Most days, Viktor woke well before the city. He would carefully kiss your forehead and quietly leave for the lab without disrupting your sleep. On the rare occasion he’s unmotivated to leave bed before you wake, he will 100% use the opportunity to wake you with his mouth. He’ll assure you’re sound asleep on your back, gently moving you if he has to. Once all is right, he simply goes ahead with spreading your legs and gently removing your undergarments. The chill of the early morning air against your warm cunt causes you to stir, but not enough to completely wake you. With a clear path, Viktor wastes no time burying his face between your legs. He moans in delight, savoring your taste. His large hands hold your lower belly flat and still as your body starts to jerk with pleasure. A knot in your core tightens as sweet consciousness begins to consume you, and you burst awake as Viktor begins trusting his long fingers into you. Your skin is on fire, and by the way your toes curl, he can tell you’re close.

“Cum for me, my sweet.” He’ll hum into you. The sweet reverberations send waves of pleasure coursing through you. You’re moaning loudly at this point, trying everything you can to gain your sweet release. You grind hard on his face; feeling the tip of his nose brush against your clit is everything you need. You cum hard and fast. Your mind blanks, and you see white as you come down. “Good morning, love.”

Vander, most mornings, can be found polishing glasses before the Last Drop opens in the late afternoon. Usually, this is also when he restocks the tap and cleans up any mess from the previous night. Most mornings, Vander has no trouble finding work for himself. But, when he’s not too busy, and you’re accompanying him, there’s a good chance you’ll found bent over the bar counter. Your fists tightly grasp the countertop, grounding you as Vander makes himself useful, licking your wet cunt clean. His thick tongue fucks in and out of your lower cavern, devouring every drop of pleasure you have to offer. Vander is more intoxicating than anything you could serve at the bar, your head spins, and your walls clench tightly around him. Just when you think it can't get any better, he’ll remove himself from you momentarily, leaving you cold and empty. You whine at the loss of his warm mouth, but you aren’t barren for too long. He experiments by thrusting his thick index finger into your entrance, and you tightly pulse around him. Once he deems you ready, he replaces it with another finger, stretching you delightfully.

He fucks you hard with his fingers, and it’s not long before you feel ready to cum. Vander can feel it too. He leans down and continues to suckle and lick your clit until you topple over the edge. The simultaneous stimulation is too much for you to bear, and you arch off the counter as something in you snaps.

“I’ve got you, hun,” Vander sweetly comforts you through your blissful orgasm. His free hand comes and massages your ass as you come down.

Marcus was never one to skip a shower, especially since his job often found him in the filthy trenches of the undercity. As sheriff, he had to be up early, so you rarely joined him in the mornings. When you do, it’s usually for a morning shower. Groggy and heavily afflicted by morning wood, it wouldn't take long for one thing to lead to another. With his back facing the shower head, Marcus would hold you up so your sopping cunt was level with his mouth and your thighs rested on his shoulders. Beads of hot water splashed down on him, but that did little to deter him from savoring his morning coffee. His large hands drape over your thighs. One of them finds itself massaging a handful of the delicate meat of your thigh, and the other’s thumb circles your clit as he fucks you with his tongue. He moans deeply into you, savoring you. Your own hands find themselves tied up in his dripping hair, trying desperately to pull him closer as you find yourself climbing that familiar peak.

“Come on. Cum for me, baby,” He mutters into your cunt. The hand massaging your thigh drops suddenly. You immediately miss the warmth, but the disappointment leaves you when you feel his fingers come to circle your entrance. Two beautifully thick fingers push into you, massaging your gummy inner walls. You squeeze tightly against them, only serving to encourage your partner. Marcus fingers you faster, and you can feel yourself falling over the edge. You let out a blissful scream as your orgasm comes washing over you, Marcus only slowing his pace to help ease you down.

Next part: For Lunch - includes: Jayce, Silco, Cassandra, Vi

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 23 days

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❥ 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

☙𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕? 𝑮𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!❧

𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓~ 🌺，𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡~🩷，𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡~ 🌸

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕?. . . 𝑴𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓.”

𝑽𝒊 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑭𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔! 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚? 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑰 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚?”

𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒙 / 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒘.”

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑰 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍..𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.”

𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝑰'𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒔.”

𝑴𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑺𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏,” “𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆.” “𝑺𝒊𝒕. 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏.”

(𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒕 0:10)

𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛�� － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑬𝒉, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆..𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?”

𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

“𝑺𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒕.”

𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂 ~

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 － 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏!

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎:

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 - 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ．．．

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔/𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔 - 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ．．．

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:°☆☆ °☆.。.:☆.。.:・°☆..

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castexpectopatronum · 2 years

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CAN U PLEASEEEE DOO EKKO OR ANY ARCANE CHARACTERS REACTING TO Y/N HAVING A MILLLIIOOOONN KITTENS BUT STILL BRING MORE (CAUSE ITS CUTE) :DDD

iloveekko

this request brought me so much joy THANK YOU

Masterlist

→ includes Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Vander

→ warnings: excessive cuteness

“Not again.”

A sheepish grin spread on your face. “Say hello to Tootsie.”

Vi raised her brows and flung her bag into a corner. “Tootsie?”

“Yeah. Cause of her little tootsies.” You lifted one of the kitten's little paws to show Vi the tiny pink toes. “Look how cute!”

Vi smiled reluctantly. “Pretty cute, I admit. But we already have so many cats, (y/n).”

“One more won't hurt.”

“You say that every time.”

“Have I ever been wrong?”

Vi shot a look at the rest of your place where a number of cats, most of them very small in size, were napping in a spot of sunlight, chewing up food, or playing with a roll of yarn. She let her expression speak for itself.

“I don't see a problem,” you simply said.

“I only see cats,” replied Vi. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Lucky for you cats are very independent creatures, much like yourself. And besides, what would you rather have in your hands than kittens?”

“I can only lose with you, can't I?” said Vi, rolling her eyes, but a traitorous smile was tugging at her lips.

“I know you like them.”

“No, I don't.”

“I saw you cuddling with them yesterday.”

“They were cuddling with me, there's a difference.”

“Sure there is.”

“It's impossible to sit anywhere without these furballs annoying you.”

“Again, I don't see a problem.”

Vi sighed and picked up the new kitten that was tip-toeing along on the floor. “Are we going to be partners in crime, Tootsie?”

He licked her hand.

“I take that as a yes.”

Viktor

“Solnishko.”

You grinned up at him, your biggest, brightest, best smile of innocence that could not be further from it.

Viktor pus his bag against the wall and stepped closer. “We've had this talk, no?”

“But look at how cute she is!” You pouted excessively and held the tiny kitten right next to your face.

Viktor raised one unimpressed eyebrow.

“I found her in an empty box on the street, she was hungry and freezing, I couldn't leave her there!”

A reluctant smile flickered across his face. “Is that so?”

“You should have heard her whimpers! The little thing was practically begging for me to bring her home.” You turned your attention to the kitten. “Isn't that right, Solnishko?”

Viktor blinked. “Solnishko?”

“That's what I named her.” You smiled up at him. “It's a psychological tactic, so that you'll like her better.”

“Very clever.”

“I thought you'd appreciate it. Here.” You held the kitten out to him. “Hold her.”

Viktor hesitated before slowly reaching out his slender hand and you carefully placed the kitten into his palm. It mewled but then snuggled into him without any signs of apprehension.

You smiled as you watched Viktor watch the kitten. “Cute, right?”

“I admit she's quite sweet.”

“I was talking about you.”

Viktor's cheeks and ears blushed bright red.

“She can keep you company when I'm gone,” you said.

“You know, Solnishko,” said Viktor, studying the small creature with a curious intensity usually reserved for his studies, “one of the twelve other cats would have also done the trick.”

Caitlyn

“Oh no.”

“Listen, before you say anything-”

“I thought we've talked about this!”

“I thought you liked cats!”

“I do like cats,” said Caitlyn, picking up a grey one from the coffee table, “just not this many. Where do you even get all of them?”

“The streets,” you said casually. “I'm saving them from the cruel outer world.”

“It would be nice if you were saving our flat instead.”

“They don't bother anybody,” you said reprehensively. “And we have no mice!”

“We didn't have mice before,” frowned Caitlyn. “And just like week they slashed the curtains.”

“You're rich, what does a slashed curtain bother you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “It's about the principle. I don't like my property ruined.”

“Caitlyn,” you said . “Where's your heart?”

“It's reached its limit at the seventh cat,” she replied. “Listen, I'm all for pets, but this is ridiculous.” “They're not even cats, they're kittens.”

“What do you think they're going to grow into?”

You were silent for a moment. “Well, they're still cute.”

Caitlyn sighed. “As sweet as they are, you need to stop bringing them in. At this rate we're soon going to have a whole zoo.” She went to sit on the sofa, lifting up an orange kitten that was previously sitting there and moving it to rest on her lap. It purred contently when she began stroking its fur.

“But I can't just leave them all on their own! When I see one freezing on the streets, I have to take it home with me, I'm not a monster!”

“Maybe we can bring some to the shelter.”

“No,” you pouted. “I can't say good-bye to my babies.”

“If this is how you are with cats, how are you going to be with actual babies?” asked Caitlyn.

You blinked. “Well, I sure hope we won't have as many.”

Ekko

“No.”

“Yes.”

“(Y/n).”

“Ekko.”

“Come one.”

“What?”

Ekko flung out his arms, pointing at the tiny white kitten in your lap. “Another?”

You shrugged helplessly, but the grin on your face betrayed that you weren't actually sorry.

“One more won't hurt.”

“You said that about the one before,” said Ekko dryly. “And the one before. And the one before.”

You gave him your best puppy eyes, pout and all, and lifted the kitten up for him to see. “How can you expect me to say no to this cutie?”

“That's exactly what I was thinking when I plucked you from the streets,” grumbled Ekko. “Be thankful you're so adorable.”

“So that means we can keep it?” you beamed.

“This place is already crawling with cats, at this point it really doesn't matter.”

“So if I bring more-”

Ekko sighed.

“They're exactly like us,” you argued. “There are so many little kittens lost in the streets, you can't expect me to just leave them on their own.”

He rolled his eyes, but you noticed the hint of a smile tug at his lips. “(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), self-proclaimed cat-rescuer.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.”

“I'm not saying it's a bad thing, I am saying this place reeks of cats.”

“Better than the gases. Besides, they can be our mascots.”

“We're not getting mascots,” said Ekko. “And if we did they'd be Firebugs anyway.”

You grinned. “We're getting you around, admit it.”

He huffed. “Getting on my nerves more like it.”

But he wasn't very convincing when by night he was sleeping with a bunch of tiny kittens in his arms.

Jinx

“Oh, another one?”

Jinx hopped excitedly into the room, crouching down in front of you and the kitten in your lap. It was curled up and fast asleep. “It's so cute!”

You smiled brightly. “I know. He just feel asleep, but he was really active earlier. Tried climbing up my leg and wanted to play with a grenade.”

Jinx's eyes lit up. “I can't wait to play with him! Maybe I can make some non-explosive ones.” She reached out to pet him, then paused, remembering that he was sleeping. For a moment, she seemed torn between wanting to run her fingers through his fur and not risking disturbing his peaceful slumber. Then she suddenly let a giggle, pulling her hand back, before whispering, “Shhh,” though mostly to herself.

“Where did you find him?”

“In the Undercity,” you said. “He was hiding from the rain in a little paper box, so I took him with me.”

“Poor little thing,” Jinx cooed. “Left all alone …” For a moment, her eyes glazed over, before she shook her head. “What's his name?”

“Haven't named him yet,” you replied. “I wanted to wait for you.”

“Aww.” Jinx pushed out her lower lip. “That's so sweet! What shall we name him?”

“I don't know. Pebbles?”

“Hmm?” Jinx crouched down further, gazing into the kitten's face. “He doesn't look like a Pebbles to me. Oh, how about Sprinkles?”

“Sprinkles?” you giggled.

“Yeah! Look at the little dots all sprinkled on his fur.”

“You're right,” you said. “He does look like a Sprinkles.”

Jinx grinned, still looking at the tiny, sleeping kitten. “Hi, Sprinkles. Hey, Sprinkles and Twinkles. That rhymes!”

“It does,” you chuckled. “It's the perfect name.”

“Sprinkles and Twinkles and … Jinkles?” She giggled. “Oh no, I woke him up.”

The kitten was yawning and blinking, prying its little eyes open and gave Jinx a look of confusion.

She waved at him. “Hi, Sprinkles. I also have sprinkles. See?” She pointed at her freckles and pecked him on the dots on his fur. “We're just the same.”

Vander

“Ah, I should've guessed.”

At least you had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry?”

He just chuckled. “I didn't expect you to keep away from the strays anyway.”

“Look how small she is!” You showed him the kitten in your palms, a frail, dirty and positively adorable little thing.

Vander sighed. “We're running out of space, sweetheart.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What space can she take up?”

“Well, twenty of those-”

“Not twenty.”

“Nearly.”

You just looked at him innocently, stroking the kitten and putting on your best doe-eyes. Vander looked at you, one eyebrow raised. He knew exactly what you were doing yet he was falling victim to it nonetheless. So he did nothing when you carefully placed the kitten into his palms. It looked ridiculous in his giant hands, but his heart swelled as she clumsily tried to find her way across his limbs, clawing at his jacket as she scrambled up his arms.

You let out a giggle when she came to a stop on Vander's shoulder. “She likes you.”

He hummed. “A little adventurer, aren't you?”

A smile spread on your face. Vander might seem like he was the type of man to own ten blood hounds, but his gentle heart was most at home where there were others who were in need of that kindness, that inherent need to protect. The kitten suited him.

“See?” you said. “She fits right in.”

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Children of Zaun - Chapter 25

Pairing: Silco/Fem!OC

Rating: Explicit

Story Warnings: Canon typical violence, drug use/dealing, dark themes, smut

Chapter Summary: Vander is stressing the fuck out. Maybe a little giftie will calm his nerves. Katya dissociates like a champ.

CW: References to sexual assault, trauma responses, severe dissociation

Previous Chapter

Word Count: 5.8K

The weeks leading up to Snowdown were a complicated whirlwind for Vander.

One afternoon, Sevika had burst into the tavern, grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him to the back of the house. She hurriedly whispered about what had happened in the mines: that Silco and Katya had gotten into a fight with Kells. Kells severely injured Silco, and Katya had pushed Kells to his death. It seemed to be undecided whether that had been an accident.

Silco confirmed the events when Vander went to see him the next day. Enyd had tubed Vander, asking if he could come sit with her son while she was out.

Of course he would.

He was not at all prepared for what he saw when he arrived.

His Brother’s appearance made Vander’s stomach drop to his steel-toed boots. Vice-like fear and anger clamped down on his heart. His silver eyes flitted around Silco’s face. The bandage across his nose, the stitches in his lip, the angry bruises and welts that covered his face . . .

Vander hoped that Kells knew – where ever his retched soul had wandered off to – how lucky he was that he was already dead. Otherwise, Vander would’ve hunted him down. Would’ve used him as the body to break his gauntlets in on.

Silco peered up at his friend from his languid position on the couch. His eyes glacier blue slits between the purple swollen folds of their lids.

“Make sure he stays still and drinks water and eats. His food may need to be mashed up a bit. Keep the apartment dark,” Enyd said as she pulled her thick sweater on. She wrapped a scarf around her head, and drew it up over her nose.

Vander nodded, but struggled to take the information in. He hadn’t realized just how badly the fight had gone.

Once Enyd left, Vander rushed to Silco’s side. He fought not to take up his Brother’s long, elegant hands. Even under the calluses and near-permanent stains of dirt, anyone could see that those hands didn’t belong wielding a pick-axe. They belonged writing policies and demands for Zaun; they belonged in big important buildings, shaking other important hands.

Vander very much wanted to hold them.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he listened as Silco told him what had happened. The whole story – from his perspective. Vander’s stomach roiled nauseatingly at hearing what Kells had been caught doing to Katya. The curdle deepened as he watched Silco’s face contort under the swelling: barely restrained rage flickering beneath. Dangerous fire.

“A couple of the Children carried me to the clinic,” Silco explained, his usually smooth voice rough and nasally. “They said they would take care of the story. There’s been no fall-out?”

Vander shook his head. “Nothin’. An’ no one’s gonna say nothin’. Kells wazza cunt who got what he deserved.” A beat, and then he asked, “How’s Katya?”

Silco melted back into the couch. The gesture felt more defeated than relieved.

“She’s . . . She didn’t seem okay when I left the clinic yesterday. When she told me to leave.” Silco’s chin dipped, “I should’ve stayed with her.”

Vander’s gut twisted. “Well, yer mum’s with her now. She’ll be okay.”

When Silco didn’t say anything, when his expression remained distant and forlorn, Vander became fidgety and added, “Don’ worry ‘bout it, Sil. Kells is gone, n’ no one’s tryin’ to make a fuss about it. Here. Just lie back. I’ll make you a cuppa, yeah?”

In the days following, it really seemed like the whole thing would blow over. That this mild wrinkle within the Children’s ranks had already been ironed out. Until one evening, about a week after Kells’s death, a small group of three older teen boys approached Vander in the early hours of The Last Drop being open.

Their timing was purposeful; only a small handful of beleaguered and elderly Zaunites were peppered around the tavern. Men and women who didn’t want to be talked with or entertained. They only wanted the momentary peace a rocks glass or tankard could offer before they had to get home, go to bed, and live another day. It was a time during working hours Vander was more available.

It was a time there were fewer witnesses.

“We need to talk,” one had said. His upper lip quivered as he took in the man-mountain before him.

Vander’s eyes narrowed, and he peered over the group. His customers appeared at ease, so he jerked his head, instructing the young men to follow him. His instincts fizzed as they trailed behind. The hair on the back of his neck pricked up, his muscles coiled and braced.

Vander slid into one side of a shadowed booth. The others toddled in awkwardly with all the grace of new whumplings fighting for space in the nest, shoulders bumping and legs twisting together.

“What’dya need?” he asked once they were settled across from him.

His eyes cut from one face to the next. He recognized them as part of the gaggle that had orbited around Kells, but knew none by name.

“You heard about what happened in the mines a couple days ago,” the one on the right said. He was wiry with curly brown hair and pale skin. Dark green eyes blinked up at Vander under thick lashes.

Had his instincts not been priming his mind and body for some kind of fight, Vander would’ve thought him pretty.

“Aye. I have.”

“Well, what’re you gonna do about it?” The middle one demanded.

Vander’s nostrils lifted. This one had limp dark-blond hair, a pug nose, and too-round cheeks that were splotched angry-red.

“I wasn’ aware there was something to be done about it.”

“Silco killed Kells!” the one on the left hissed, his dark brown skin radiating vengeful heat. Black-brown eyes blistered beneath his thick, ebony hair.

Vander’s eyes flashed quick-silver. “He didn’.”

“He was going to if the medic he’s been eyeballin’ hadn’t’ve jumped in!” the middle one said, pig-nose flaring. “They probably planned it together.”

Vander shot up from his seat, knuckles hitting the table with a crack! as he braced his arms and loomed menacingly. The three young men collectively jumped, and hunkered back into the booth. The vinyl at their backs crackled as if in warning. Gone were their indignant expressions, replaced by utter shock and fear as they beheld the behemoth lording over them. Vander’s body and wrath blocked out the little light that reached into the booth’s alcove.

“Listen up,” he hissed, his voice all growl and warning grit. He bared his teeth at them and loomed closer. “Kells died ‘cause he made a stupid, evil decision” – it wasn’t his place to speak about Katya’s assault, so he kept it firmly tucked down his throat – “n’ he got what he deserved, frankly speakin’.” He leaned closer, broad shoulders hunching up threateningly like hackles on a beast, “This conversation is over. ‘N if I catch a whiff of any of ya tryin’ to rustle up more problems, you’ll be the first bodies I test my gauntlets on. Savvy?”

After a beat, all three reluctantly nodded and crawled out of the booth, scampering for the door.

Vander stalked back behind the bar rubbing his temples, mind spinning like a top.

It was one thing to fight with Topside. It was another for it to happen amongst the Children. The burgeoning rebellion wouldn’t withstand in-fighting. Zaun would bleed out, wouldn’t make it past its infancy, and be buried by Piltover again. The Children of Zaun needed to stick together, Brothers and Sisters arm-in-arm; an impenetrable wall of scrap metal, zeal, and will.

Then the threat he’d delivered to those three yellow-bellied malcontents . . .

“‘N if I catch a whiff of any of ya . . . .”

A wince creased Vander’s face. He didn’t suppose threatening Brothers and Sisters did anything for morale or loyalty. There was the chance that he had just made things worse. He shouldn’t have done that. He needed to keep his temper in check.

That was difficult when his Brother was concerned. Vander was protective of Silco, loyal to him – perhaps even more so than he was to Zaun. Although, Vander felt they were often one in the same. Yes, they had dreamed up the idea together, small and squatted behind minecarts, but Silco latched onto Zaun like it was air. Cleaner and purer than anything in Piltover. He had always led the charge from there on out. And Vander was at his side.

“Yer as loyal as a dog to ‘im, Van,” Benzo had said one night, long before the Children of Zaun.

He had said it with a certain amount of distaste that had Vander’s brow curling questioningly.

“He’s my best mate. ‘Course I am.”

Vander’s heart and shoulders softened at the memory. But immediately tensed again when he recalled what the blond teen had said.

“He was going to if the medic he’s eyeballin’ hadn’t’ve jumped in!”

Vander’s hand dropped heavy onto the bar top, gathering empty glasses and crumpled napkins. The comment had been innocuous, and utterly meaningless. The shithead had only meant to implicate Katya. But that little throw-away barb had slid under Vander’s ribs as if expertly laced.

“Oi! Vander!”

A customer in need of a refill pulled the barkeep from his head. Landed him right back into the moment like someone dropping a melon off Old Hungry. Grateful for the distraction, Vander went back to work.

Then time flew fast and the cold season fully settled over Piltover and Zaun, like a great, chilled blanket. The Lanes became smokier than normal, Zaunites reallocating what little funds they had to purchase wood and coal for their stoves. Less food, more heat; the pendulum of necessity ever swinging.

The Children kept meeting, kept preparing. A squad was set up to track Enforcer movements; where they had been, what their routes were, who they had spoken with and what answers they were given. Another group became designated runners for the supplies that pirates, independent merchants, and other morally grey characters smuggled in, and were paid with Airship coin.

Other members volunteered their homes and businesses to house the contraband: small armaments, scrap metal that would be smelted and repurposed, bottles of liquor too strong to drink but could be lit and chucked at Enforcers for when the time came.

However, the chill and impending holiday put a firm hold on both Piltover and the Undercity, stymying plans and regular schedules. On either side of the Pilt, families and businesses prepared for Snowdown, the holiday’s sentimental pull too strong for anyone or anything to fully deviate from it.

It went unspoken, but there was a sense in the Lanes – in Zaun – that this Snowdown was more poignant than those before. The holiday was about gathering, gratitude, and looking to the promise of the new year ahead.

The promise that this coming year would be the birth of their sovereign nation. Or, at least, the true beginning of the labor process.

This would also be the first Snowdown at The Last Drop Vander ran entirely alone. He’d more or less run it the year before, but the old proprietor – sick and dying – had been back in the living quarters, able to offer instructions and advice in that deep, throaty voice of his. Vander would take the wisdom with him back to the front and resume hosting duties.

But he was dead now.

The barkeep sighed as he cleared the taps for the busy night ahead, looking around at the bedecked tavern. The decorations were meager, but festive. Annie had festooned the pillars separating booths with garlands of colorful paper, dolloped the jukebox with a tangle of tinsel, and had put fresh candles on all the tables. Beckett suddenly appeared from the back; his strong, freckled arms loaded with extra stools.

Vander was grateful for the pair’s help. In the past weeks, Benzo had finally healed up enough to get back to his own business. Cairn stayed on to help at the pawnshop, instead of returning to The Drop. Benzo needed the extra pair of hands – his injury notwithstanding – and Cairn enjoyed the trade more than busing tables.

Vander certainly couldn’t blame him for that, and felt no ill-will toward the young man. Besides, now he had Annie to help. And while she was spacy, loud, and intense, she was good at her job and the customers loved her. Beckett was an added bonus; because where ever the dark bluenette went, he followed dutifully.

“Just put ‘em anywhere, Van?” Beckett asked, craning his head over the seats he carried.

“Yeah. Jus’ pepper ‘em ‘round the walls if ya would.”

As Beckett nodded and hauled the stools off, Annie burst through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen, her thin arms laden with more candles. Great, fat pillars this time. Vander sighed, although the woeful sound did not impede the young woman’s trajectory toward the booths.

“Annie. I think we’ve enough candles.”

She began stacking them artfully on the booth tables. “Nuh-uh. Never. They create ambience.”

“Ambience and drunk people don’ mix,” Vander said, a hand rubbing at his forehead.

“It’ll be fiiiiiiiiine.”

“I’ll keep an eye on it, Van,” Beckett hushed as he carried the remaining stools over to the other side of the tavern.

Vander sighed, let it be, and continued prepping the bar’s stock.

A few hours later, The Last Drop was packed. Revelers young, old, and in-between stuffed the tavern to its gills. Most were members of the Children. Those that weren’t mingled with hope on their faces, intrigue glittering in their eyes like stars. The jukebox played on repeat, a long string of plucky, jovial tunes interspersed with the eager and happy chatter of the patrons. Ale and liquor flowed with abandon. Annie’s candles glowed and flickered invitingly. Vander had to admit that they did look beautiful. The soft, buttery glow of the flames brought a holy quality to the space. It inspired a bone-deep hope to flower in his chest.

Benzo and Cairn showed up about an hour after the bar opened for the night. The room burst into raucous cheers as Benzo threw up his meaty arms and greeted loudly, “BLESSED SNOWDOWN!”

Close behind the pair was Tolder and his brood, Sevika bringing up the end of the line. Once her younger siblings were inside, she whisked to the bar.

“Is Nasha here?”

“Haven’ seen her,” Vander answered filling a glass with caramel colored ale and handing it to a customer. “Bu’ she may be here n’ I haven’ noticed. Bit busy.”

“Yeah, just a bit,” she muttered, throwing her head around in search of the other girl. She smacked her palm against the bar top twice. “I’ll be back.”

Then she strode into the crowd, her head swiveling, eyes searching. A small smile crinkled the corners of Vander’s eyes as he watched her go. Then an empty tankard skittered across the bar and he fell back into work.

Sometime later, the crowd erupted again. Not as loud as when Benzo entered The Drop, but the swell of noise caused Vander to look up. His first full smile of the night spread across his face. Silco wove between tables, chairs, and customers, greeting people as he went with a small nod, or reserved wave.

“No Enyd?” Vander asked as Silco finally made it to the bar top.

His Brother’s lips thinned into a rueful, forced grin. He shook his head, dark hair fluttering about his face like curled shadows.

“No. She’s tired.”

The subtext of the message flicked at Vander’s heart with a mighty twang. Like it had been snapped with a rubber band.

She’s tired.

Her cough is especially bad. Has been bad. Is getting worse.

“What can I get ya?” Vander asked, hoping to distract Silco.

“Hmm? What?” Silco’s head – which had turned and was surveying the crowd – snapped back to Vander’s face. “Oh. Whisky. Please.”

Vander grinned and nodded. It was simple and quick, but preparing the two fingers of burnt amber liquor pleased him more than all the tankards of ale he had filled and refilled thus far. As he placed the glass in front of Silco, he was surprised to see a long, thin package on the counter between them.

“What’s this?”

“A Snowdown gift.”

Hot blush bloomed across Vander’s face. His heart swelled to the point of bursting. Then, honey-sweet hope once again dared to spread under his skin.

“Ya didn’ have to get me anything, Sil.”

Silco smirked and shrugged. “I wanted to.”

The blush on the back of Vander’s neck turned beet red as he sheepishly reached for the gift. It was wrapped in brown paper that had been crumpled and reused to the point of softness. Like thin suede.

Slowly, he peeled the wrapping away. A slender knife was settled in the worn curls and wrinkles of paper, its blade long with a gentle curve. There were a couple nicks in the metal that could be consider defects, but the worn appearance felt distinctly Zaun-ish to him. The handle was nearly half the length of the blade, wrapped in soft taupe-colored leather. The pommel was embossed with artful swoops.

Vander’s eyes roved over the knife, throat squeezing tight.

Then his gaze caught another detail: below the guard, on the first pleat of hide, the letter ‘V’ had been carved. The tightness gripping his throat intensified. Firelight wings beat and tickled his stomach to the point that Vander thought he might be sick with joy. Never before had he fought so hard to not reach for Silco, and draw him in close. To grab for his collar and pull him in for a kiss.

He refrained, though. Once again convincing himself that this wasn’t the time or place.

A small, love-hungry voice from deep inside cried out: “When will be the right time?!”

Not now.

Soon.

Hopefully.

Please.

Carefully tempering his expression in to one of bridled gratitude, Vander looked back up at Silco. His Brother eyed him with that smarmy, cocky half-grin and lifted eyebrow. Vander’s finger pads dug into the bar top to keep his hands from reaching out and grabbing for him. Everyday, it got harder and harder to do that.

Instead, he reached for the package and drew it closer.

“Ya didn’ hafta do that, Sil,” he murmured appreciatively.

“For when your fists get tired of beating Enforcers.”

An amused huff blew from Vander’s nose. “Thank you. I love it.”

Silco inclined his head, and lifted his glass to Vander. “Happy Snowdown, Brother. Next year may we be celebrating in a free nation.”

The weeks leading up to Snowdown were a heart-straining, soul-sickening series of days for Katya.

The third day after her assault, another gut-wrenching meltdown pulled her under. She couldn’t decide, in retrospect, if she had been grateful that Enyd was there, or if she wished she could’ve crumpled in private.

She had been standing at the kitchen sink, washing a cup. Enyd was gathering their lunch dishes from the table. Suddenly, Katya’s mind played an incredibly cruel prank on her: a phantom pressure at the crux of her thighs. Where Kells had groped her. She started with a gasp; eyes peeled wide. The cup fell from her hands as her legs buckled, and she tumbled to the cracked linoleum floor.

Blood rushed in her ears.

It kept her from hearing the wail that ripped from her throat.

At once, Enyd was at her side, drawing her close. Despite being so petite, she enveloped the young woman in a way only a mother could, all love and comfort. She spoke, lips and jaw moving against Katya’s temple, but the sound couldn’t penetrate the rush of blood in her ears. Nor the pummeling realization that ghostly sensation had brought her.

“I killed him. I killed him. I killed him – “

“Shhhh . . . Breathe, Katya. Breathe – “

“I killed . . . I killed him. I didn’t mean – “

A wail ripped itself from the base of Katya’s throat. She hadn’t meant to kill Kells; just to get him off of Silco. She didn’t know if her memory was playing tricks on her, but now the scene that played in her head contorted Kells’s face into one of abject fear as he tumbled over the turbine’s edge, limbs scrabbling for help.

But she hadn’t helped.

She had pushed.

Then watched.

Despite how vilely he had treated her, she had been unprepared to punish him with such finality. Dread and shame cemented in her arms and legs. The weight making it impossible to escape from the scenario playing over and over again in her head.

Sevika had said he had had no family. That there would be no trouble for her.

No trouble from the outside world, perhaps. But her insides roiled with it. Tentacles of humiliation slithering in her veins. Regret stabbing at her like claws.

“Katya. Katya. Look at me.”

With more force than the mother probably wanted to use, Enyd gripped Katya’s jaw between her fingers, jerking her head to the side so their eyes could connect. Spit, snot, and tears dripped over Enyd’s strong hold.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Katya. It was an accident. None of it was your fault. Do you hear me?”

Katya sniffled and trembled between the claw-grip. Her lips blubbered, an attempt to insist Enyd was wrong on the tip of her sob-thickened tongue.

Whip-fast, Enyd’s hand curled around the back of Katya’s head and tucked the young woman in closer.

“I will tell you as many times as you need to hear it. It’s not your fault. None of it.”

Katya did not know how long they stayed, curled up on the floor. She didn’t remember moving, but when her conscious mind turned back on, she found herself back on the couch, blanket tucked around her. Enyd sat at the far end, a sewing project in her lap.

Katya’s insides felt like sludge. Her throat burning from having been screamed raw. She turned her head against the couch cushion, eyes falling onto the accordion-style laundry rack Enyd had hauled with her that day. It was broken – one side’s legs having to be placed very carefully, as the bracing brackets had broken off – but it worked. Just like Enyd had promised.

She closed her eyes. At some point the couch shifted as Enyd rose. Then there was the soft press of lips to her temple, a loving murmur in her ear. When next Katya opened her eyes, Enyd was gone.

She went back to work the next day. Unwilling to keep eating up Enyd’s time. Hoping that the monotonous tasks of the clinic would dull the edges of the past few days.

Will pestered her when she appeared. Asked if she was okay. What had happened. Said that he was going to put in a formal complaint against Silco.

“Don’t do that,” Katya snapped harshly. “He didn’t do anything. It wasn’t him. I will be fine. Leave it.”

Will’s shoulders slumped, but he made the wise choice to not argue with her further.

As he wrapped his ratty coat around him, he said, “I finished stocking the supplies. I didn’t know why you had put some off to the side, but I put them with the rest of the inventory. Hope that’s okay.”

Katya stilled.

Right. Before she had gone to Fissure 27 – she swallowed down the bile gathering at the base of her throat – she had put a few items aside to stock for the Children and Enyd. She’d forgotten about it.

“Yes. That is fine. Thank you, Will.”

As that first day back slogged along, Katya kept looking at the clinic door. She didn’t know if she was wishing Silco would step through, or not. Part of her hoped he was still home.

She saw him next when she dropped off a bottle of medicine for Enyd.

Her heart made a home in her throat as she approached their apartment. The same mighty war raged within her as she knocked on the door: she craved to see Silco, then inexplicable shame would swoop in and fell that desire.

She shouldn’t expect his company, his companionship. She couldn’t pay the cost. Didn’t deserve it. Regardless of how much she may want it.

Agonizing relief sluiced over her bones when Enyd answered.

“Medicine,” Katya whispered by way of greeting. Reaching into her coat, she produced the larger bottle of decongestant. “Use the dropper from the smaller bottle. You could start taking an extra dose in the morning right now, since the cold weather makes your symptoms worse – “

“Katya,” Enyd crooned, taking the bottle and bringing a hand up to the young woman’s cheek. There was a pause, and she said, “Why don’t you come in?”

Katya shook her head, taking a step back. She flashed what she hoped was a grateful, but apologetic, smile.

“I cannot, unfortunately. I’m on my way to pick up Viktor – “

“Mum? Who’s at the door?”

Katya choked as her heart beat wildly in her throat. Her muscles tensed as they tried to decide whether bolting or freezing was the best option.

Then Silco appeared behind Enyd’s shoulder. He looked better than he had on her exam table. Bruising and swelling still puffed and discolored his eyelids and cheekbones, but it had since gone down. The bandage on his nose was gone, but the stitching on his lip stayed in place.

Katya’s throat wound tight. She was so happy, so relieved to see him. His presence a soothing balm to her scraped up heart and psyche. Yet, her boots remained rooted.

“Kat,” Silco said in a tone that danced between relief and excitement.

“I was just dropping off medicine for Enyd. I can’t stay. I need to pick up Viktor,” she robotically repeated.

The thick soles of her shoes shuffled against the floorboards, preparing her exit. Despite her leg’s attempts to walk away, her head and shoulders stayed facing the doorway. Her eyes glued to Silco’s.

She wanted to stay.

Wanted to talk with him.

Wanted to be with him.

Wanted him.

But she couldn’t. Shouldn’t. For reasons her trauma-addled brain couldn’t supply. Despite their lack of discernible motives, those thoughts won out.

“I need to go,” she said, and finally allowed her legs to carry her away. “See you both later.”

Like most of her movements of late, Katya didn’t remember getting to Piltover. The weight of the rucksack in her hand was the only thing that pulled her back online for a moment. She blinked. Her eyes fell on the worn canvas handle in her palm. She blinked, and then her eyes looked over and found Viktor. He looked back, open worry and confusion covering his face.

“What is wrong?” Viktor whispered to her when they took their seat in the conveyor car.

Katya pulled her lips into a reassuring smile. “Nothing. I am just tired. Long week, and I think I’m coming down with a small cold.”

The weekend past. On Monday, Katya took Viktor back to school.

The week past, too. A sludgy slog of colors and events that bled one into the next. Silco tried visiting Katya in the clinic, but she busied herself when he did. He stood dutifully near her during the Children’s meeting. His arms wrapped tight across his chest; fingers firmly tucked underneath his biceps.

Perhaps he was cross with her.

He should be, she figured.

Katya didn’t recall the meeting. Something about new supplies and updates on Enforcer activity.

She was, however, aware of the glances shot her way. The bitter, suspicious glares of Kells’s group of peers. Vander’s empathetic stare. He added a nod to it when she finally glanced in his direction.

Unwilling to linger, she slipped out just before the meeting ended; her bootheels a quick, snappy tap on the cobblestones.

“Kat.”

She froze, shoulders pitched up to her ears. This wasn’t the dream, but that call sparked the memory of it. Silco had called her then. Silco called for her now.

Slowly, Katya spun around, forcibly lowering her shoulders as she went. He wasn’t smiling like he had been in the dream. His face – which had become clearer in the passing days – was etched in an expression of deep concern.

In the dream, he had joyfully approached her. Now, he cautiously stepped forward. Like she was a wounded animal he didn’t want to spook.

She saw in his eyes that he wanted to say something.

“Can I walk you home?”

Yes. Yes, please.

“No, thank you. I can manage.” She gave him the same grin she’d given her brother, and turned on her heel.

“Kat.”

She stopped again. An unseen fist squeezing at her heart.

In the dream, the second time he had called, he’d come close. Close enough to touch. Close enough to kiss. Now, Katya turned and watched him take a couple more steps.

“It is fine, Silco. Really.”

His footsteps stopped, the toes of his boots awkwardly scraping against the street. She heard the gulp he took, watched the way his hands flexed.

“Alright then. Get home safe.”

“Of course.”

Her legs carried her away. Something inside her wailed and begged to go back. It was promptly swallowed up by that beast that couldn’t stand the risk.

The weekend arrived, and Viktor came home. It past, and he went back to school.

Silco stood on Katya’s periphery all week. He would still stop by the clinic to check on her. He stood by her during meetings. But said very little, and Katya became acutely aware of how much she loved his voice.

Another weekend.

Another week.

Now, Katya sat on her couch. Her blanket cocooned her, as it had these past weeks. A great, fluffy shell that wrapped around her shoulders and haloed her head. The apartment’s light was dim. The air was quiet – save for the occasional clanks and hisses of the radiator. Despite it being the eve of Snowdown, she heard no celebrating outside her windows or door. There never was this deep in the Sump.

This year, the holiday had fallen in the middle of the week. Viktor was across the river. No doubt as lonely as she was.

She knew The Last Drop hosted a gathering for the holiday. It had for years. Even when her Papa had been a boy. Anyone who traipsed through the door was invited. She knew the Children would be there: Sevika and her siblings, Nasha, Benzo, Cairn, Annie, Beckett. Silco.

A vicious ache clanged through her. A yawning, angry emptiness that begged to be addressed.

But like when Silco had come after her that night to walk her home, the yearning was quickly gnashed between the pointed teeth of that same oily beast. Powerful, but slippery. Like it didn’t want to be looked at too closely. It simply wanted to swoop in, gobble up ridiculous things like desire, and retreat back to the shadows with little examination.

Just as the beast was about to recoil back into the vacuous recesses of Katya’s chest cavity, the yearning gave a mad thrash between its jaws. A powerful snap that threatened to crack the teeth that held it.

Katya’s heart swelled and lurched at the sensation. Sitting up straighter, she put a hand to her chest and pressed, as if that would dissuade any further tantruming from within.

The yearning jerked again, alive and insistent against the hold of its captor.

‘Go,’ it seemed to say as it attempted to pull itself from the serrated mouth that held it. ‘Go.’

A watery gasp blew from Katya’s mouth, and one of her feet dropped from the couch onto the floor. The movement, while not purposeful, finally caused the shadowy monster to scramble for a better hold. It braced itself against the cage of her ribs.

‘Don’t go,’ it hissed through a clenched jaw. ‘Don’t go.’

Katya blinked. Her shoulders dropped, as did her other foot.

Fear. That was the desire-eating thing. She knew it well. It had dictated most of her life until recently. Had kept her in-line until recently. Since her time with the Children – of feeling like she belonged to something, of feeling like she wanted something more – it had been skirted to the sidelines. Present, but not commanding. Kells, and what he had done to her had pushed it back onto the field, its stamina and intensity renewed from the break it had received.

Katya scooted to the edge of the couch, blanket dropping from her shoulders and gathering at her hips like soft folds of cumulus clouds.

That isn’t what she wanted. To let her desires decay and blow away in the wind. To let fear, Piltover, or anything else stomp out the inherent, wild value she had just begun to believe in.

The silvery slip of Desire caught in Fear’s jaws wriggled and thrashed excitedly. Fear strained, its claws losing purchase on her rib bones.

She wanted, she decided. She wanted to believe in her value, her worthiness.

Desire surged forward, most of its amorphous body slipping from Fear’s too-rigid teeth.

She wanted to trust in Zaun’s ability to pull itself out of the proverbial hole Piltover had made it dig for itself.

Desire whipped and twisted. Fear’s bite began to tire and give.

Katya stood and the blanket drooped to the floor. She wanted the same for herself.

With a final snap of its slender body, Desire broke free and gushed forward; just like how Katya’s feet strode for the door. Fear whimpered, empty jaws chattering, as it recoiled back.

Katya shoved her feet into her boots, grabbed her coat from its peg, and burst out the door.

Her legs moved so swiftly that it felt like she was gliding, flying through the Sump and up into the Entresol. She wove around Snowdown revelers and underneath twinkling chem-bulbs single-mindedly, quick and swift as a canary.

It didn’t take long for The Last Drop to erupt in front of her, all merriment, togetherness, and neon green lights. Her heart thundered, and Desire serpentined inside her belly. Fists squeezing in her coat pockets, Katya surged forward.

As she anticipated, The Drop was packed, the patrons – Children and others alike – wonderfully happy in each other’s company. A few people raised glasses to her as she stepped inside, and she offered them careful smiles.

Over in a booth decorated with a ridiculous number of candles, Sevika beamed at her, and threw an arm up in greeting. Nasha was slung over her lap, preventing her from getting up. She gave Katya her own wave, and returned her attention back to twirling Sevika’s hair between her fingers.

Katya craned her head over the crowd as she shuffled closer toward the bar. Vander’s massive form flitted behind the countertop with grace that belied his stature. His face was ruddy with happiness as he addressed his customers.

Her eyes traveled down the long bar.

Looking.

Searching.

Her heart stuttered at the sight of Silco. Desire sang a song she’d never heard before.

He held a drink in his hand, his gaze cool and aloof as it traveled around the tavern. Then, like a homing missile, his eyes finally found hers.

Blue met gold.

Notes: AHHHHH!!!!!! Guys. Guys. THINGS are gonna happen in the next chapter. This slow burn is gonna pay off! EEEEE! I hope you enjoyed this piney-pining chapter!

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