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sevikasbeloved · 5 months

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I’d let officer Sevika arrest me…

(Real and you’ve inspired me)

You were a criminal, a real dirty crook, you did nothing for others benefit and everything for your own.

So, it was inevitable that you’d be ratted out eventually by some scum that couldn’t handle a couple pearls being taken from their high-rise.

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You basked in the dark coloured drink before you, in the only bar that bordered piltover and the undercity.

It was the only place you could rob a piltie and nobody would turn an eye, mainly because fissure folk outweighed those pompous bastards in here anyways.

The drinks were cheap, music was better than anywhere else at this time of day, so it became a safe heaven, somewhere you’d put your feet up after robbing and stealing, without thinking to look over your shoulder.

At least, until today.

All of a sudden, and almost ironically, the bar door fell flat against the ground, a loud thud which seemed effective in quietening the room in an instant.

A gaggle of enforcers came trudging in, guns cocked at every inch of the room. A couple of screams and cries from the richer side of the room called the attention of two guards who headed towards them, one of them waving their arms up, saying something you could only just make out through their headgear,

“Stay calm, if you haven’t done anything wrong today, you’ll get home in one piece.”

You muttered shit, under your breath, your eyes darting around the room to find any other way out.

For the first time, there was really no way out.

Sure, you could probably bust a window open and run like hell, but they had guns… so.

You sat there, trying to shroud yourself into the cushiony booth in an attempt to hide yourself.

Quickly, you realised the futility of your actions as they began searched of every individual person, not letting anyone leave before then.

You reached your hands into your pocket, the smooth beads of pearls suddenly feeling red hot under your touch.

“Fuck this.”

You mumbled as you made the resolve to take your chance and run for it. You weighed it up - either you stay, and get caught or run and maybe not get caught, and you were going to really fucking bet on that maybe.

You slipped out of the booth not so soon catching the attention of the enforcers as they began arresting dozens of people native to the lanes - you rolled your eyes, how unsurprising.

You pushed ahead, through crowds of people all in uproar or disbelief at the sudden raid of the bar, most just trying to get out without being caught.

You found a door that sat in the back corner of the room, doing a double take before sliding between the small crack you made in the doorway so as to not draw any attention.

You quickly got ahold of your bearings realising you were in a kitchen/pantry of sorts, which could be useful depending on how long the siege would take.

You look around you, noting a metal slab repurposed as a kitchen counter, a storage space overflowing with cooking equipment and an unreasonable amount of eggs, and a small window that sat just above your head.

You attempted to push it open just from where you were stood but it seemed stuck to its framing. You moved to prop your knee against the kitchen counter, putting more weight on the window as you pushed with a little more force and…

Crash!

The sound of glass shattering rang through your ear as you braced yourself against the wall, your face scrunched together as though it would do much to muffle the deafening sound.

You put a hand over your mouth, listening very quietly for anything but the loud uproaring that was occurring outside.

Once you were sure that you’d gotten away with it, you looked up again at the window, now with glass shards dangerously lining it’s frame.

You grabbed a tea towel, that had clearly seen better days, wrapping it around your fist as you began punching out the rest of the glass until you felt it clear enough for you to make your exit.

A smile grew on your face as you realised that you’d gotten away with it, that maybe becoming more definite as time went on.

You hoisted yourself up with ease as you drag he yourself head first out of the window, it being to small to manoeuvre in any other position.

You found yourself on the outside, landed flat on your stomach, face rubbing into the dust and dirt on the ground.

You spat a couple pebbles from your mouth as you stood upright, dusting off your jacket before putting your hands in them, making sure you still had the-

“fuck! The pearls.” You exclaimed, louder than you wanted to, you looked down one way of the alley you were in, sure that there was no one there until you heard a voice rip through you.

“Ma’am, I think you dropped something.” Your skin rose violently on the back of your neck as you felt their breath fall against it.

You turned around with a feigned smile on your face, that smile dropping almost immediately when you realised you were face to face with an enforcer in that eye-sore of a royal blue.

You rolled your eyes, “let’s just skip this part, I’ve had a day.” You said, uninterested in stroking a cops ego.

They simply played with the pearls in their hand, their headgear frustratingly good at covering their entire face.

“Hey!” You called out to them as they seemed to stare you down, the pearls rolling between their fingers.

“These yours?” They finally said, stopping their movements at once, putting you on edge a little.

It was a trick question, and a question you’ve answered wrong many times. You held your wrists out for them, reiterating your earlier point without words.

“Shame,” they mumbled, pulling the string of pearls into a line as they stepped closer to you, “they’d look pretty around your neck.”

You scoffed, your brain quite literally short circuiting at what you just heard.

“Are you really a cop?” You whispered as though you’d just uncovered a secret.

You could just about make out a chuckle as they reached into their pocket, pulling out a badge. You narrowed your eyes at them before looking down at said badge, it reading;

Sevika Lanes

Piltover’s Finest Sheriff

You gulped, and you imagined it was loud as your hearing seemed to block itself out after that. You also imagined the sheriff was talking to you, but you couldn’t tell with the mask on their face.

“I can’t-“ you spluttered out, “hear you… under that.”

You heard her mumble something but before you could make out what she said she grabbed your hand, forcing it open as she placed your pearls in them. She held your wrist for a moment, the blackened eyes of her mask staring you down. You assumed she was making sure you wouldn’t run, you nodded, hoping that would be enough as words escaped you.

She let go, slowly putting her hands to her head as she pulled her mask off painfully slow. You thought she must have been testing you, because you could’ve run, at any point.

And for some inexplicable reason, you didn’t. You were curious, a sickening feeling when talking about a cop, but it was a feeling very real to you indeed.

Her mask fully off she shook her head, letting stands of her hair fall down out of its tight ponytail and onto her face.

Her eyes were dark yet light in colour, they stared at you with a lustful urgency and all too soon you realised her intentions, and you were more than happy to oblige.

She smirked deviously as she watched you take her in, as though she knew how alluring she was. You’d forgotten about the pearls in your hand until she went to grab them again, you, instinctively pulled back and just as you were about to reverse your choice, you realised you were still a thief and she was still the sheriff.

“Fuck, I am so confused right now.” You admitted, feeling a sudden honest streak course through you.

She stepped even closer into your space, “about what?”

You raised your head to meet hers, the hand clutching the pearls moving behind you as she did.

“You.”

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes flickering across your features,

“What’s so confusing about me, sweetheart?” She whispered, her eyebrows pressing together at their centre, wrinkles becoming ever more prominent.

“Everything.” You whispered back, taken so easily by her entrancing voice.

“Mmm.” She hummed, keeping little space between you as she pulled off her heavy duty gloves, revealing fingers that weren’t any smaller.

“Let me do my job then,” her hands found purchase on your waist, “and clear things up for you.”

You nodded, words truly escaping you.

You’d had fantasies before, sure, cops and robbers, it was a good fantasy, but you never ever imagined it to ever happen, especially considering the amount of pigs on the force.

But she?

A wolf.

Her fanged teeth dug into your neck, biting and sucking assertively as she easily had her way with you.

Your hands gripped in her hair as she growled at the sensation. She pushed you up against the wall that you’d just fallen from, one of her hands dropping to your thigh and another rising to your breast, both kneading ardently into your skin.

“You startin’ to get it, baby girl?” She mumbled from beneath your jaw, placing sloppy kisses along it as her lips made their way to yours.

She let them ghost over yours as she pressed her head against yours,

“Been casing you for a long time, y/n.” She smiled a wicked smile.

Your eyes pried opened, you realising just then that they had been closed.

“Huh…” you breathed, still in a state of pleasure and confusion.

“You’re good at what you do I’ll give you that.” She continued, not bothering to stop for an explanation.

Her warm hands left your balmy body, and you suddenly seemed to come to, despite never having really left.

She pulled out a pair of cuffs as she turned you and pressed you up against the wall, her body still flush against yours.

You couldn’t even find the words…actually you could.

“Fuck you.” You spat as she tightened the cuffs on you.

She smiled, her laugh vibrating through your body.

“Cute.” She responded, pulling you off the wall, hiding you out of the alley and into the Main Street just before the bridge.

She collected cheers and congrats from her fellow officers and she placed you in the back of her car.

You looked up at her filled with rage over getting played by a pig in wolfs clothing. She seemed to noticed your seething rage, a smile on her face as she cupped your face in her now gloved hand.

“Sweetheart, don’t be so mad.” She whispered, her face in a false pout before returning to its natural smirk, “you’ll have me all to yourself in no time.”

#arcane #sevika #wlw #sevika x reader #cops #robbers

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cairavende · 4 months

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Worm Arc 15 interludes thoughts

Carol interlude:

Holy shit you really were just a fucking TERRIBLE mother!

Like I get it, you had lots of horrible childhood trauma. And you didn't want to adopt Amy and let yourself get bullied into it by your sister. But that doesn't give you an excuse for how you treated both your kids.

Got to see another trigger event!! Fuck yes. Give me more. I want to see more details on those higher dimensional beings.

Fucking hell seeing Marquis's powers in play is pretty crazy. Dangerous boy.

Carol was just going to full blown stab right through that closet door without even looking inside! She almost killed a child! God damn.

“No. He’s just my daddy. Reads me bedtime stories, makes me dinner, and tells me jokes. I love him more than anything else in the world. You can’t take him away from me. You can’t!” Fucking ooof that's a line.

No seriously though this can't be the first time there has been a young child of a cape that needed to be adopted because their parent was arrested or killed. Is there really no system in place for this? Cause Amy should not be going with Carol.

Just the way through most of the present sections of the interlude that Carol thinks about her daughter and Amy. Not her daughters. And this was before she knew anything about what Amy had done. Terrible mother.

HOLY SHIT AMY OH MY GOD YOU MADE IT EVEN WORSE! And I thought flesh coffin Victoria was bad! FUCK!

Vic is going to need lots of therapy.

Fucking Carol basically deciding Amy is her daughter now only because she doesn't want to think about Victoria being her daughter. Damn. Bad mother.

And Amy is in the birdcage (Hellfire playing in my head the entire damn time I'm reading this part). I'd be rather terrified to see what she becomes except no one ever gets out of the birdcage so obviously there is no worries. She is never going to be an issues. (I shouldn't need the /s but just to be safe.)

Brian interlude:

Not much to say here, most of my thoughts on this relationship was said in my last post.

I do always love seeing Taylor from the PoV of someone else. Just shows how fucking badass she is. And kinda terrifying.

"She conveyed an eerie kind of confidence that he knew she didn’t have at her core." This is just incorrect bud. When she isn't thinking about how she is portraying herself she conveys the confidence she does have at her core. The stuff she hides from herself.

Alexandria interlude:

DATES! DATA! LORE! AHHHHHHH!!!!

Date of first Endbringer attack!!!!! Strong estimation of the number of capes in August 1986! Knowledge that Cauldron was working in 1986! Their "success" rate at the time that I can compare to now! (Success in quotes cause I don't personally think tentacles is a failure. I want to meet tentacle lady.)

Obviously I'm not a big fan of any of the Cauldron people on the surface. But I think I like Contessa within those boundaries. I technically have no idea what she can do but I'm almost positive she is some type of precog. And I kind of ship her and Alexandria.

Behemoth is fucking scary. Just light people on fire from the inside, shoot lightning. Full energy manipulation. Damn.

Alexandria is the head of the PRT! Damn! (I assume at least.)

I want to know more about the Terminus project!

And Coil is a product of Cauldron! But he doesn't know it (supposedly). Damn. They list him as an alternate to the Protectorate which is very interesting. I'm super curious what Cauldron's goal with the Protectorate was and how Coil can do the same.

Fucking Alexandria just going and grabbing people to be experimented on and it's "ok" cause they were dying. Holy shit! She even manages to make the comparison to her chemo treatment and still does it! Fuck lady. You can justify anything.

Triumph interlude:

See? Triumph is fine! So Skitter didn't do anything wrong.

Triumph is Cauldron created too. Cause he was only good enough at baseball for the minor league but not the majors. God damn fucking privileged ass rich white boy. And he describes it as a traumatic thing! God. At least later he does kinda call out that he got stuff from having a rich dad with connections.

Assault seems to be doing great! Sure was a good idea to let him join the Protectorate just cause he wanted to be a creep to this one girl. Turns out when that girl is gone he doesn't have any motivations to be a "good guy". Great decision Legend.

Robot daughter! Good to see you again! And you built yourself a bio body! Or a head at least. Still, fun!

AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Defiant.

Definitely isn't Polearm McGee! Nope! Absolutely a different person. That also likes really long pointy sticks.

I am glad Frank Miller's Armsmaster was able to remove the restrictions on robot daughters code. She deserves freedom. Pretty much served his purpose now and she basically just keeps him around to humor him. "Oh yes I need Defiant to help me, even though I built his suit and could just control it directly myself."

Seven Dragon suits in Brockton Bay huh? I'm sure that won't result in anything next arc. What with Dragon specifically on the lookout for Taylor and Taylor planning on going with her dad to the town hall on the election.

Triumph gives in to the weight of not speaking up about Defiant being Armsmaster but then he gets mad at Prism for not speaking up! My dude! You didn't speak up, you can't be mad at her for the same thing!

Fucking LOVED the ending of this interlude, and thus this arc, though. Absolutely perfect. Just with the inherent comparison of Defiant to Mannequin, especially considering Colin called Mannequin a "monster" in his interlude and said "I'm nothing like you!" And then Triumph thinking how he could see the reason for every step Colin made and could see himself justifying each one. And the previous chapter had Taylor dealing with how far she had let herself go. All that and then ending this chapter with Triumph staring at the bodies of Crawler and Mannequin (finally confirmed dead) and the line "Maybe it was to find some clue, some sign he could watch out for, that would let him identify the monsters from the men."

Just fucking. So good. I think it's my favorite quotable arc ending so far. I might like Arc 11's ending more (it's close) but not in quotable way. "All lies" at the end of Arc 14 is a close second, but I like this one more.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Carol Dallon #Creepy Crawlies #Alexandria #Cauldron #Triumph #Dragon #Frank Miller's Armsmaster #For real though I kinda want to write up an essay on the “identify monsters from the men” bit. There is just so many layers of stuff!#At a minimum it goes all the way back to 3.6 when Tattletale is talking about her “cops vs robbers” analogy.#And she says “And then there's the monsters.” Referencing SH9 and Nilbog (want to know more about) and Skitter brings up the Endbringers.#And the whole constant theme of the heroes not necessarily being the “good guys” and labels mattering more than actions.#And just the idea that there is 3 things. Heroes. Villains. And Monsters.#Monster in many ways being just as made up of a label as hero or villain but it lets people justify their actions better.#Just. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Worm is good.#Girlfriend thank you tag! Thanks for pestering me (affectionately) to read Worm.#My life (and the life of everyone who likes reading my thoughts on it) is better for it! Love you!!!

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