#silco x marcus

[dad-dumpster]

>:]

#hehe #HEHEHEHEHE #silco #arcane marcus #silco x marcus #silco my sweet my beloved #my art #nsft #mdni

[sweatandwoe]

I DEMAND PART 2 PINING MARCUS DRABBLE GIVE UP THE GOODS SWEAT

Shakily hands over fic H-here are the goods, Inky, hot off the presses just for you

And also for @vasiktomis & @insult-2-injury too

Parings: Silco x Afab!Reader x Marcus MDNI Wordcount: 4.4k Warnings: Oral (everyone receiving), Face-fucking, hand jobs, masturbation, vaginal fingering, cuckolding, voyeurism, P in V sex, Marcus being a bottom, Silco being a soft dom, Reader is a brat switch

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Marcus realizes he’s been a fool. That pining over you like this had been foolish. 

Especially as he witnesses you writhing in Silco’s lap, both of your hands digging into the arms of the chair as Silco moves along your body with a teasing slowness. Nothing dips underneath your clothes, as the scarred man presses kisses along your neck. The Sheriff can see the teeth marks against your skin. 

“Marcus,” Silco’s voice has him meeting his gaze next, while his lips are still against your throat. “Do you have anything to ask?” 

Any pride he has is gone, already vanished with the hard-on in his pants. Still, he swallows the taste of it as he gazes at the two people across from him. Your eyes join Silco’s in watching Marcus, waiting for his answer. “I want to watch.” 

Silco hums, hand moving to undo your trousers with a familiar touch. “Just watch, Marcus?” He lifts you a little, to tug down your pants and underwear to mid-thigh. The same hand runs over the curve of your backside, before slipping beneath you, two fingers circling your already wet entrance. 

The Sheriff licks his lips. “Can I touch you?” He’s missed the feel of your skin, the sweet pressure of your lips, the taste of your cunt. 

Two fingers slip inside of you, pushing forward at once, to have your head rolling back against his shoulder. Another soft kiss to the pulse point on your neck. “Who do you want to touch, Marcus?” 

He watches the two people across from him. The desire is clear, but it still comes out like a rasp in his voice, as he shifts in his seat. “Both of you.” 

Silco’s fingers begin to move, slowly. A wet noise already starts as he thrusts the digits in and out of your slit. Long fingers move up to the knuckle as he angles them inside you, curling them to have you shaking in his lap. The man would seem focused on the task at hand, but his gaze isn’t on you, it’s on Marcus. 

The man can’t stop fiddling in his seat, there are no arms on his chair so he’s left to dig his hands into his thighs. Forced to watch as Silco fucks his fingers into you, feeling his face heating the longer red and blue hold him in his chair. 

The movement stops once your moans start growing higher in pitch, your thighs trying to trap his wrist. His hand leaves with a small smack on your inner thigh, a warning. Then a look is shared between the two of you, a silent conversation that Marcus was not privy to before you were both standing, heading around the desk.

And then you’re kneeling, before him. “Is this okay, Marcus?” You ask, voice clear and calm as you settle, hands running up and down his thighs. 

He gives a nod, only to feel Long fingers curl in his hair, gathering at the root as his head is tugged back, arching his neck. “Verbal answers only, Sheriff.” 

“Y-Yes.” He hates how whiney it comes out, how Silco’s smirk looks like it could cut him before he lets go of his hair. “Please.” 

Fingers move up to his crotch, feeling at the bulge there first to have him grip the seat of his chair. “Oh, would you look at that?” The purr is in your voice, clear as day as you pull down the Sheriff’s fly. His cock must’ve been aching, with how it popped out. Embarrassingly red and leaking. “Not even wearing underwear.” 

“It’s almost like you were hoping for something, Marcus.” Silco’s voice is an even deeper purr, as he settles on his knees beside you. One arm is drawn around your waist, as he watches you kiss the tip of the Sheriff’s cock. The strangled noise Marcus makes gets a sharp laugh from both of you. 

“I think he’s a little eager, Dear.” You muse to Silco, before taking the tip into your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck, and eyes up on the sheriff, watching him tip his head back, legs spreading slightly more. 

“Marcus.” Silco’s voice is sharp and draws the other man’s attention back to him. The sheriff of Piltover looks flustered already. “Look at what they’re doing for you, Marcus. It’d be rude to look away.” 

Your gaze meets the Sheriff’s as you bob your head once, and then twice until he’s halfway in your mouth. And then set a slow pace, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock. Perhaps only for a minute before the hand on your waist squeezes, and then lifts from its placement as you raise your head off of the cock. Marcus can’t stop his whimper, as the cold air hits his very warm cock. 

Silco’s hand fell into your hair before it was gripping it. Drawing you to him, your mouths meet. His tongue is quick to slide against your own, eager to taste. A moan is mumbled into his mouth before he pulls away. A string of saliva is the last connection between your lips, as you both pant. 

Marcus is staring wide-eyed at the sight of the kiss before him, hating how much he desperately wants to join in, and Silco turns to him fully. A little smirk in your direction, before he gently grips the hard cock in front of him and takes it completely in his mouth in one swift movement. 

The sheriff’s hands are clenching at his thighs, mouth open in a silent ‘O’ as Silco took him to the base, while you gently swat at Silco’s arm. “Show off.” 

The man’s shoulders shake with laughter before he focuses on the task at hand. Marcus can only watch while Silco began to bob his head, you resting one hand in his hair and the other on the enforcer’s knee. 

He can’t look away from the red and blue, staring up at him. Your fingers slide through his hair hard enough to have him groan around his cock, and Marcus damn near yelps at the sensation. 

This is insane. He is insane. Dear Janna, it feels amazing - Why is he doing this? Wasn’t he far gone enough taking the blood money? 

“Marcus.” Your voice draws him back, and soon you’re standing, Silco slowing his pace to watch what you’re doing. Arms drape over the Sheriff’s shoulders, as you stand behind him. A kiss on his cheek. “Focus on the task at hand, not whatever is going on up here.” A finger taps the side of his skull. 

He wants to bite back and turns his head to do so, but there’s a sudden pressure around his cock as Silco sucks, that has whatever remark he had planned to turn into a groan instead. His face falls forward against your collarbone, and he can feel your cheek press against his hair. 

“You’re being so quiet. I remember how much you loved to be praised when you were doing a good job, Marcus.” Fingers slide into his hair, and this time your teeth press into his neck when you lift his head. “You should tell Silco if it feels good.”

Praising his worst enemy did not sound good. But praising the man who was possibly giving him the best blowjob of his life, did sound good. Very good. 

He swallows and tries to push down how the bitter emotions are entwining with the softer ones. A glance down to the man below him, gripping the chair because he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch Silco. Isn’t sure if he even wants to try to control him now. Not when he’s doing so well without it. 

“It f-feels so good.” Fingers tug at his hair and he gasps, as they match in time to Silco taking him to the base again. “He feels so good.” 

“Who?” 

“Sil-fuck.” There’s a pause, his thighs aching from the tension as he tries to keep them spread, tries not to cage Silco in because he’s so close already it’s embarrassing. “Silco!” 

There’s a moan around his dick before all of that lovely pressure is gone. The slender man drawing off his cock with a pop and giving it a kitten lick before standing. He seemed to enjoy it, judging from the bulge in his pants and the slight redness to his cheeks. 

“You’re going too easy on him, lovely.” Fingers curl around his jaw, bringing his face forward as you laugh, and it both hurts but god it makes his cock ache too. “From my experience, Marcus enjoys a firm grip.” 

Silco is leaning forward, and Marcus barely has time to register before lips are on his own. Hard and rough and biting. Nipping at his lips until he opens his mouth, so Silco can shove his tongue into it. Letting Marcus have the mixture of taste that is his cock and smoke. 

It’s awful. 

He wants more. 

He hates how a whine starts up in his throat when the Eye of Zaun pulls away. Silco looks amused, but there’s a softer edge to his face now. “What do you want, Marcus?” 

The answer comes easily, with a shudder. “More.” 

A fuller laugh leaves both of his tormentors' throats. He wants to suck marks onto both, to tease them like he was being teased. “More of what, sweetie?” Your voice is close to his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. 

“It’s like he’s touch-starved.” Silco’s voice carries that amusement but then it pauses, his fingers curling tightly into the jaw again, brushing against the facial hair. “It has been a while, hasn’t it, Sheriff?” 

Marcus can feel those softer, heated emotions winning over him now. The need to be venomous leaving while his cock was still straining, desperate to be touched again. 

He swallows any last remanents of diginity left before he nods. Can feel how warm his face is, no doubt it’s reddened and sweaty. “Yes.” 

Neither asks him how long, thankfully. But he knows you’re sharing another silent conversation, as you both are looking at each other. It ends with a kiss, above Marcus so he can see the movement. Can feel the drip of spit when it comes. 

Lips part and you gaze down at him. Your smile is soft, not coy. “Before we discuss what we’re going to do, Marcus, you need to know, that you can say ‘No’ or ‘Stop’ at any time.” 

He knows that, he knows he can say that and you would. Still, it gives a small thrill of what you two have cooked up as you remind him. 

“Anytime you need to stop, say so, Marcus.” Silco is next to speak, and Marcus realizes how close the man has gotten. While you press a soft kiss to his head, Silco is pressing a softer one to his mouth. One that, Marcus can properly return, after a second of hesitation. The pull away is gentle, but his grip is firm back on his jaw. “Do you understand, Sheriff?” 

He nods, a bit too quickly but they know how eager he is already. How badly he wants it. “I understand.”

“Good boy.” 

The words shoot straight down into his dick, making it twitch. Silco takes notice, and the smile takes a sharp edge again. “What do you want me to do, Marcus? Do you want to watch me fuck them?” A thumb brushes over his lips. “Do you want to help prep them?” He gives a nod, trying to hold back any noises as Silco slips his thumb into his mouth. The eye of Zaun grins as he sucks on the digit, curling his tongue around it. “Do you want me to prep and fuck you?”

Marcus can feel himself pause. Can tell both of you are worrying over it, because the digit is sliding out of his mouth, and you’re walking around him, brow furrowed in worry at his silence. “Marcus, remember-”

“Next time.” It comes out fast, but Marcus isn’t prepared to get fucked like that tonight. The idea is promising, as he can recall the times you had used the strap on him and though he hasn’t interacted with men, this entire interaction is showing that he may have been suppressing his attraction. Or maybe it was just Silco, the man was stupid magentic. He knows he’d like it, probably too much the thought has him reeling from the idea of Silco fucking him but while he’s fucking you-

It would be a lot, to say the least. Too much for the first time. “If there is a next time.” He adds on, glancing between them. 

“Would make meetings more fun.” You supply, with a smile. One that Silco returns. 

Those yearning feelings are there again, a want. But now he isn’t sure if it’s just for you, not with how tenderly Silco is still holding him. It clashes with the venom he usually has for the man. “Next time.” The Eye of Zaun agrees, almost relishing in the fact that this will happen again. “For now, as nice as it looks on, uniform off.” 

He strips, not caring as you only move to slip off your pants and underwear. Silco doesn’t reveal anything, besides his forearms as he rolls his sleeves up. Once nude, he’s drawn onto his knees before the chembaron. “Me first, Marcus.” 

He licks his lips before the four buttons snap, and he’s greeted with the sight of Silco’s hard length. Long and thick, and leaking at the tip. Fingers curl into his hair, and you’re holding his head in place. The longer fingers are wrapping around his jaw again, as he opens his mouth wide. 

Silco starts slow, just a few thrusts of the tip running over his tongue. Still, he closes his lips around him, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks. He’s never had to do this on a real cock before, only when you and he were roleplaying. The taste is different and the heat is wonderful against his tongue. 

After the first few thrusts, Silco’s diving in deeper. Nearing the back of his throat, the Eye of Zaun groans at the feeling. “You’re doing so good, Marcus.” The fingers around his jaw let go, as Silco re-steadies himself, both hands coming to the sides of Marcus’s face. 

You murmur nearby for him to relax, to ease his throat and he does his best. Tears still sprung to his eyes as Silco starts to fuck his face, cock hitting the back of his throat before pulling out completely so he could sputter. Drool ran down his face, and lines of spit connected his mouth to the cock before him. 

When he gazes upward, Silco’s smile shouldn’t look so sweet as starts to fuck your throat anew. 

You stay close, hands running over his body and soft words of encouragement to keep him going. He moans around Silco when your fingers wrap around his cock and give a small flick of your wrist. Letting go when you feel how trembling he gets at a few thruts into your hand. 

The man grips his head, holding him right at the base as he moans and writhes. “That’s it, Marcus. Look at how well you take my cock. Like you were made for it.” A few more sharp thrusts, before he’s slipping out completely. Cock wet and red. He’s grinning down at you, as Marcus coughs and catches his breath. “He’s a good little whore.” 

“Oh, you haven’t even seen him when he does take a dick.” You’re in front of him, beautiful and sweet looking. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his drool-slick mouth, you tease, “Mewls like a kitten.” 

He turns his head, his ears burning and glaring at your smirk. “I do not-”

“Oh? I’m pretty sure you did.” 

Marcus pants, throat still sore, and voice rough from the treatment. “You say that like you didn’t squeal when I would-”

Silco’s fingers land in both of your hair. Tugging sharply, until you’re both staring up at him, and he tilts his head to the side, smirking. “How about instead of you two arguing like brats,” the words are said smoothly, but with a severe tone with a glint to his gaze. “You show me what you mean?” He tugs your hair, pulling you forward to the desk. “You can have your chance tonight, Marcus.” 

The hand in Marcus’s hair lets go, and he stands to follow Silco, who gently leads you to his desk. Pressing your back to it, and spreading your legs. “Traitor.” It’s spit at Silco, and he only hums before kissing your mouth, letting Marcus watch. 

Janna, he was going to cum untouched if you both kept doing this. 

Silco pulls away, with one last lick at your mouth. “For the cause, my dear.” Then blue and red are blazing at Marcus. “Eat them out, Marcus. I want them to cum once before I fuck them.” The Eye of Zaun then busies himself with leaving new marks against your neck. 

Though the order was not given, that he did not have to get on his knees, Marcus does. Settling in between your legs, memories of other times burned into his brain start to flash. But they’re gone soon, because this time is different. 

He grips your thighs lightly, fingers digging in just enough to leave indents as his tongue works over you. You’re wet already, he can taste it as he dips his tongue into your folds, running the tip from your hole to your clit. Pressing the flat of his tongue against it, and moving it slowly, until your legs begin to shake. 

“They seem to be a bit preoccupied.” Silco’s voice shines through, and Marcus glances up. You’re biting your lip, trying to keep your moans muffled while Silco has one hand wrapped around both wrists. The other is playing along your chest, pinching a nipple while you wince. “But I think you’re doing good. Darling, don’t you think he is?” 

You gave a nod, but you also look like you were biting your lip hard enough it could bleed. It makes Marcus pause, as you whine and stare so pleadingly at him. 

“I think they should be louder, Silco.” It’s a suggestion rather than a demand, Marcus is still not sure if he wants power over you, versus the both of you holding power over him. But right now, he does want to hear you. 

He wants to know he’s doing a good job. 

Silco’s hand moves from your chest, rising to your mouth. Sliding two fingers in, and spreading them out so your mouth is forced open. Garbled, wet moans rose from it. 

He’s missed this, there’s a pang in his chest. But he’s also finding himself enjoying this more, which gives a twist of guilt to his gut. There’s something delicious in watching you writhe on the table, withheld by another man.

Maybe it couldn’t be any man though, it had to be Silco. There was no one else Marcus felt such strong emotions to. Usually fiery, violent emotions. But they’re calming as the night goes on, swept away with the need to be touched, to be cared for. 

His tongue dives back down, lapping at you until your moans grow in volume. Until your thighs shake again. He sucks on your clit, pulling away right before he knows you’re going to cum. 

You curse at him, and he lets you feel the smile he’s pressing against your core before he moves his tongue lower. Dipping inside of you and curling. Wiggling his tongue just so, so when you do cum, it’s with a squeal as promised. 

Silco’s laughter, soft and dark, carries over the room, along with the wet sounds of Marcus still lapping. Finally, your wrists are released, and you’re pushing Marcus away. “E-Enough.” 

Marcus smirks now. “Too much for you, sweetheart?” 

“I’m sitting on your face next time.” 

“That a challenge?”

Silco’s rubbing at his temples but seems amused. “Should’ve known you both being able to talk would turn you into bigger brats.” He stands, and the Sheriff moves out of the way. Earned a soft run of fingers through his hair from the other man. “Good boy, Marcus.” 

The praise makes him whine, and Silco leads him a few feet from the desk, still on the floor. He gazes up at the other man, hating how pleading he knows it must look. “Can I-”

“You can touch yourself, Marcus. I want you to cum while watching this.” Fingers follow the curve of his cheek and a kiss on his forehead that makes Marcus ache. 

And realize how lonely he has been. The simple affection made his stomach swim and cheeks burn. 

Silco is gone soon, touch dragging as it leaves before he settles before you. Spreading one of your legs far, the other being pressed to his chest. The angle lets Marcus see fully, as Silco rubs his cock over your folds. Gathering the mixture of wetness and spit over his hard cock until it’s shining. 

“Such sluts.” The tone is more edged, dark, and feral. The muscles in his forearms flex as he grips your legs before he lines up to your entrance. “So wet, did you miss Marcus, love?” 

You smirk, looking over at Marcus. Though it’s a sharp curve of your mouth, your eyes are soft. “Yes.” Then a pause as he simply rubs the tip along your hole. “I missed your cock too, so can you please-”

He thrusts fully into you in one smooth motion. Both groan, as Marcus can only watch for a moment. Strands of hair fall into Silco’s face, as the man sets a brutal pace. His hands digging into your skin, fingers leaving marks and bruises. “So needy. Both of you. B-brats.” 

“You l-love it.” You’re gasping beneath him, already shaking as Marcus can see the way your ass bounces every time Silco’s hips meet it. The slap of flesh echoed in the room with your moans carrying with it. 

Marcus remembers his own cock, damn near sobbing as his hand wraps around it. The relief is incredible. And it feels earned, as he strokes himself, unable to look away from the two of you. 

Silco must be close too, with a quick bark for you to rub at your clit. There’s a tremble in you, and Silco takes it than to spread you completely. Not caring if Marcus couldn’t see anymore, as he fucks you like an animal. 

Even though he can’t see, Marcus can hear how fast his dick is going from the wet noises of your cunt around Silco’s cock. Can hear your cries, with Silco’s groans and grunts. Can imagine how good it would feel, though he isn’t sure from which perspective he’s thinking about. 

Both probably. 

And that thought, and the noises, and just everything from tonight, has him cumming into his hand with a groan. Silco follows moments later, hips losing rhythm as he fills you. The room then fills with the sounds of panting as you all catch your breath. 

The eye of Zaun moves first, slipping from you. “Couch.” Is all he says, but you’re moving on shaking legs over to it. You meet Marcus’s gaze before jerking your head towards it. He follows with a shrug, settling onto one side of the sofa. Now having cum, some of his more lucid thoughts return. 

What the fuck had he done? Sleeping with the literal enemy? 

Silco tucks himself away and leaves the room swiftly. 

You settle in at the opposite arm of the couch, smiling. “So,” you drag out the word, lips curving into a pretty ‘o’. “Have fun?” 

He did. It did not help the twisting in his gut. “Yes.” 

“Wish you hadn’t?” 

His lip wobbles and he hates it. Hates this. Hates you. Hates Silco. “Yes.” 

Your hand reaches over, and then there’s a sting in his eyes as you run a hand comfortingly over his back. “I did miss you, Marcus.” 

An old pain returns to his chest, a wound re-opening. “I just wasn’t enough.” 

“No.” Your voice is clear, strong despite the past - what an hour?- of sex. “I just… I wasn’t enough, at the time.” 

That had not been something he had considered. He blinks and looks at you. Your gaze averting away. And he feels a new wave of guilt because he had been considering only his own feelings in this. It was easier to pretend you were cruel and simply left him because you did not love him. The last part might’ve still been true, but now he can see there had been something there. 

That you had cared for him but he had pressured for the entirety of your heart. 

“I shouldn’t have pushed.” His hand reaches around to grab at your own, to press a kiss to the back of it. “Forgive me?” 

Your smile is watery. “Forgiven and forgotten.” 

He nods in his own answer, the same as your own. The anger and sadness are gone, as you both gently hold hands. 

Silco returns, and Marcus is surprised that none of the old bitter emotions return with the sight of him. The man is carrying a tray, filled with three large glasses of ice water and a small stack of cheeses, crackers, and meats. He eyes your hands, and for a moment there is a glimmer of something else. Marcus would’ve guessed worry, but its gone once you both reach out to him. 

He settles between yourself and Marcus, an arm drawing each of you in. The affection is startling but the comfort is wanted. A kiss to both foreheads, followed by soft praise. You echo it for Silco, and Marcus nods, unsure of what to say. 

The Sheriff knows he should not be doing this. That he’s letting away these emotions of hate, but he’s been bitter for so long, hasn’t felt this tenderness in years and Silco’s shoulder is so easy to rest on. 

Maybe tomorrow the hatred will return, he will be strong enough to hold it then. He could deal with it, could harden the tenderness of his heart again. For now, though, his hand finds your own, fingers entwining as your lay your palms against Silco’s stomach. The Eye of Zaun’s hands are protective, arms curling around the both of you. 

At least it would make meetings more fun. 

#silco x reader #marcus x reader #silco x reader x marcus #silco x marcus #sweaty asks #mdni #characters are probably very ooc don't care tho #silco #marcus #marcus arcane #arcane

[zkyfall]

Silco threatening Marcus with a good and/or bad time 

#arcane silco #arcane marcus #silco x marcus #marcus x silco #i've seen milco and marco but #a ship can't sail without a good name :'( #i love this ship too much Silco never looks happier than when he's ruining marcus's day #Marcus better be a good little sheriff or silco really gonna f*ck the police ayyyyyy

[olitheox]

Very low effort meme😂

Marcus can’t sext for the life of him

#silco x marcus #arcane shitpost #silco #marcus #silco meme #wtf am i doing #please laugh #or ill cry

[newwwwusername]

Fanfic requests OPEN for Arcane : League of Legends

I am currently taking fanfic requests for the Netflix show "Arcane : League of Legends" (not the game it's based on)

I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Sickfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

I won’t write : - Smut or fetish fics - Pedophilia/incest (including adopted family, and including step-siblings, yes this includes the Silco/Vander and Silco/Jinx ships)/beastiality ships (or anything like that) - OCs - Crossovers (including with the game + associated medias) - Y/N - Explicit depictions of self-harm or suicide - Drowning (personal trigger of mine) - Werewolf AUs (werewolves are also a trigger of mine)

Other things to note : - I do not guarantee I will write every request I get. Sometimes requests will just not click with me, and sometimes I don’t feel qualified to fulfill it. I will try to write as many as I can, though - You can also submit any requests to this prompt meme on AO3 if that’s more your style : https://archiveofourown.org/collections/newwwwusernamerequests or to this Google form : https://forms.gle/3K7STap3v715Hidu5

The following is a list of ships and headcanons I particularly like. I’ll write anything, but I’m much more likely to write it if it has one or more of the following

Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Vi/Caitlyn, Jayce/Viktor, Jinx/Ekko, Ekko/Scar, Silco/Marcus, Jinx & Silco, Jinx & Viktor, Vi & Jinx, Viktor & Mel

Headcanons : FTM!Silco, Autistic!Jinx, Autistic!Caitlyn, Autistic!Viktor, Pescatarian!Viktor, Asexual!Viktor, MTF!Caitlyn, MTF!Vi, Vi has ADHD, Touch-Starved!Vi, Villain!Viktor is always a cool thought, Finn had ADHD

#arcane #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #leage of legends #fanfic #fanfiction #requests open #vicait #jayvik #ekko x jinx #ekko x scar #silco x marcus #ftm silco #autistic jinx #autistic caitlyn kiramman #autistic viktor #pescatarian viktor #asexual viktor #mtf caitlyn kiramman #mtf vi #vi has adhd #touch starved vi #villain viktor #trans #autism #pescatarian #asexual #ftm #mtf #adhd

[angelltheninth]

How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?

Sure thing Anon!

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference

A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.

Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.

He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.

"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."

Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.

"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."

Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.

There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.

"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."

Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.

He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.

"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."

Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.

He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.

"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."

Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.

When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.

"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."

Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.

He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.

"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."

#arcane #arcane x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #silco x reader #vander x reader #ekko x reader #marcus x reader #finn x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanon #arcane smut #league of legends #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanons #league of legends smut

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞[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

#jayce x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #marcus x reader #vander x reader #singed x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #sevika x reader #mel x reader #jayce talis #viktor arcane #ekko arcane #marcus arcane #silco arcane #arcane vander #singed #jinx #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #mel medarda #sevika #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon

[demigoddessqueens]

Arcane Affections

I wrote one similar like this for CR, and i wanted to write HC’s aside from my arcane fics

Jayce - absolutely physical touch!! And then next best is any small or big task at hand

Vi - quality time and words of affirmation. Please do, she’s lost so much

Caitlyn - definitely gifts and quality time

Jinx - all five!! She’s been so tormented in life and deserves all good things

Ekko - physical touch, gifts (he deserves them), and quality time

Vander - physical touch (bear hugs) and words of affirmation (he tries/tried his best), doesn’t mind doing stuff for you too

Mel - definitely words of affirmation and physical touch, also some gifts too

Silco - gifts, your time and though he won’t admit it, your gentle touch

Viktor - words of affirmation (mostly, pls, from some insecurities), and

Sevika - quality time all the way

Marcus - touch starved and down for physical touch and quality time, likes to do stuff for you too

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[dad-dumpster]

congratulations @writingmysanity found all 8 amoungus!!!!!

#making my ken dolls kiss #silco x marcus #silco #arcane #nsft #mdni #my art

[silcoitus]

The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 19

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 18

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI 

Chapter Tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Marcus, vaginal fingering, edging, light Dom Silco vibes, blowjob,

Chapter word count: 7.3k

Chapter Beta Readers: Thank you as always @deny-the-issue @purplefangirl42

Total word count: 102k

Chapter 19—Seven Simple Words on AO3

Read Chapter 20 here!

A/N: The "burn" part of the "slow-burn" has finally arrived! I hope it was spicy enough for y'all! And don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from hehehe

Getting this very first super intimate scene with Silco and reader was a challenge because I wanted to make sure it felt in character for both of them while also not sounding too similar to other wonderful Silco slowburns I have read. I like to think I did it justice. Let me know if you enjoyed it :3

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[sweatandwoe]

made a new cover for my nanowrimo screen

#milco #I like that ship name #silco x marcus #silco #marcus #emo edit #sharkcop #arcane

[insane-arcane]

Silco's Enforcer Child

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Chapter One

Swirling your brush in a cup the clinking sound echoes in the open space, reminding you of the click of a gun. The once red color in the cup turned a murky violet. A dark dusk of sorts. Your head spun as you tried not to focus on the color, fire filling your vision before it disappeared as you pulled your paintbrush back and dipped it in a soothing blue, some light green tipped on the now wet brush end.

Staring at a picture of a blurry silhouette with sharp clothes you hum wondering what color eyes they had. As you stir new shades and tints on your pallet you imagine what the person's nose shape was like. If their mouth was big or small. Where they belonged in the jumble that was your brain and the locked past it held. The fish swimming around the person's head was a stylistic choice but as you mixed the blue and green you wondered if there was more to it. If the person enjoyed the aquatic creatures or perhaps lived near the river edge?

"(Y/N)." Not looking up from your latest artwork as Caitlyn walked in you frowned, taking a step back to try and piece it all together. The last light of the day leaked through the giant studio windows giving your work a golden halo, putting it in a new perspective. Studying the edges and the details you'd painted they became blurry with the sunlight. Clutching your pallet knife you tilt your head, this piece had less detail on the person than your other ones. However, the colors were bolder and more defined with sharper lines. The background was the emphasis but for once you felt like you actually knew what this person looked like. You just weren't able to paint it yet, not fully committed to the details.

How strange that you remembered this outfit so clearly, having drawn it a million times but not the features of the person who wore it. Mixing a different color on your pallet without looking down you purse your lips trying to concentrate as you add something else to the background. You could faintly remember sea blue. Maybe a soft gray or green. A lighthouse or the ocean perhaps? Is that why you added the fish?

Whoever he was, he was important as this wasn't the first portrait you'd done of him. He was a lanky man in a red and black suit with a white dress shirt. The background was a blur of grays and greens with purple brush strokes that looked like fish but maybe smoke if you squinted. The whole picture was odd. Staring at it too long made your head hurt because it felt strangely familiar. He was important to you. Whoever he was. Just another piece of the puzzle that was your past.

"You know usually I'm the one obsessing." She states referring to her yellow tape and red thread board back home. "Come now you can't wear your smock to the art show tonight." Caitlyn scolds as she places a nice outfit down on the cleared part of your glass art desk. You shook your head in response tsking softly.

That was a risky move given the fact paint somehow always got on your clothes no matter what you did in this room. Briefly glancing at the ensemble you wonder if she was trying to ruin the clothes to make an excuse to skip the event, whatever it was tonight.

As the natural light began to fade the painting no longer glowing, you signed placing your brushes and pallet down. The blank face of the man you were trying to paint wasn't going to get any more detail any time soon. Though you guessed that's just how it worked. Reaching out wishing you could pull the man out of the painting, ask him all your burning questions, you paused not wanting to touch the wet paint.

He wouldn't be able to answer you anyways. Bits and pieces, never the whole picture. Always searching and wanting for more. Insatiable…

"(Y/N)." Caitlyn states again as she tries to gain your attention but your focus was elsewhere, lost in this room and your work. Taking a deep breath to try and gather yourself for whatever she was going to say next, you could feel a headache coming on and you didn't like it. Rubbing at your temples you hum indicating you want her to continue but she remains quiet waiting for you to speak.

Rolling your eyes before staring at your painting as your hands touch the glass of your art desk behind you, you try and ground yourself. To bring yourself back to a safe space. Instead you think of your endless collages, or the box of failed faces. As one hand came to press against your forehead pushing your hair back and giving you some clarity you spared a glance at said box which you'd pushed into the corner out of frustration. Another recently failed project. You'd tried placing different details from different paintings and projects together, overlapping them over one another to try and get a full person. They always came out looking horrid. Like some kind of twisted nightmare rather than a real person from a memory. Very occasionally you'd get a full face but mostly you had slightly warped portraits or very blurred places. Nothing solid if it was anything before you came to Piltover.

As your fingers touched the box observing the torn pieces of canvas and failed attempts you realized you'd crossed the room without noticing. Humming you paused, wandering if you should worry about that. About to sass Caitlyn, your words suddenly die on your tongue as your eye catches something. One of your shredded pieces that had bright pink and blue. Your hand shook as your thumb grazed the ungesssoed canvas and faintly you heard distant laughter. Echoing in an alley.

"Art… Art show?" You finally question Caitlyn, composing yourself as you let your hands fall to your sides so you could steady them and let her untie your messy smock. As you let go of the canvas and stepped back from the box slowly your mind was getting out of painting mode. You began to relax as you focused on your friend and what she was saying rather than your lost memories. The woman in question groans in exasperation before pinching her nose as she steps back letting you shrug off the apron. Noticing she's in her enforcer uniform and not a dress for what you assume is a galle event you smile and shake your head as she takes the apron from you hanging it up on its hook with the others. Stepping towards your curtains as she does that, you close them before the room's timer goes off and gas powered light fills the space with an artificial glow.

Only gone a minute and you already missed the sunlight.

"Honestly I thought I was the obsessed one. Your dad rented out the gallery again," She informs you like a mother scolding a child who forgot something important. Needing to do something not able to sit still as you come out of your trance state she begins walking around the room cleaning up things in the messy space as she tries to get you ready to go. Scraping paint off pallets and dumping them into soapy water to soak you watch with an amused smile as she places your brushes on the counter to be cleaned later. She paces nervously fidgeting with one of your brushes before turning towards you looking worried. Her Violet eyes seeming unsure.."... Don't you remember? He's showing your work tonight. He's been talking about it all week." Caitlyn states before she pushes off whatever emotions she was feeling as she crossed her arms. You briefly remember that conversation but was that really tonight? The week had been a blur of research and projects and events, flashing cameras and reporters all over the campus as you tried to study and work. There was barely a moment's rest to yourself until you locked the door to your art studio for some peace and quiet. Groaning as you pinch your nose and clench your eyes you wish one of your maids had reminded you but with how distracted you'd been lately maybe they had.

Swallowing you looked towards a vase in the room. Flowers your father had dropped off while you were deep in thought and surrounded by your artwork. Thinking back you couldn't remember the conversation but logically it was likely about the gallery. Pulling at your hair out of habit you hummed, you really were a mess as of late. With the anniversary of you being found soon you guessed that made sense. Your thoughts and feelings all being in disarray, your "spells" being worse than usual.

Staring at the water cup with the swirling purple you see the smoke again, you taste the gun powder. Thinking back that was one of your more clear memories, the first you were sure was true. Blinking you were back on that bridge again. The smoke making you choke before the rush of clear air as your dad's heavy enforcer mask settled over your face. You could feel yourself being small, feel his uniform as he pressed you into his shoulder and took you home. The question had been deeply ingrained in you for so long but you still didn't know the answer; What were you doing on that bridge?

Closing your eyes not wanting to think of that right now you took another deep breath to steady yourself. You didn't want to spiral.

"That's tonight?" You ask not sure how you forgot as you begin to take off your shirt to change. Caitlyn's face goes red and she turns away from you before tapping her foot angrily. The sound bounces around in your head and something about this feels familiar in a way you can't quite explain.

Sharp blue eyes on a stern face and crossed arms come to mind as a black boot taps impatiently away but the flash is gone as soon as it comes. Touching your desk feeling cool glass under your fingertips you swallowed. Did you take your meds today, your headaches were worse than usual, these flashes more frequent… your therapist warned the incoming anniversary of you being found could trigger some repressed memories but this felt excessive. You'd been doing so well.

"Yes, now hurry up and get dressed! I'm your escort and bodyguard tonight. Marcus tried to put me outside but I didn't want to miss anything. Just..." She hesitates and you smile softly as you put on the white shirt with the looped gold collar. The golden hoop of the white dress shirt hung heavy around your neck as it looped and clicked behind your shoulders but sliding the black slacks on you admit Caitlyn chose well, never one for fashion didn't mean she didn't have a good eye. You'd be lost without her in more ways than one. Slipping on a dress jacket that was your favorite color you hum glancing at the wall of mirrors in your studio. Doing a little spin watching seven you's spin back in response you nod to yourself.

"Just in case." You finish her thought for her as you smooth out the shirt and jacket with a blank face. Seeing your reflection she sighs and you hum smiling as you keep adjusting your clothes to look presentable. Your headaches had been at an all time low before today and despite your forgetfulness and the dreaded upcoming date you felt confident. I mean your skull was pounding and the flashes were more frequent but you knew you could handle the gala tonight, you had done it before with way worse pain and you didn't want anyone to think something was wrong.

You were fine, everything was fine…

"Just please tell me you didn't forget! I couldn't get off duty tonight to attend as a guest. To schedule myself at your gala as a guard I had to take a double shift at work and to be your personal escort and guard that was a whole nother mountain of paperwork and personal favors. A lot of enforcers like your work ya know, and all the new guards want to meet you. I mean you are your father's child. Everyone wants to show their support. Or get… favors." She states matter of factly with slight distaste making you chuckle. The both of you were no stranger to your families status and the luxuries that came with your last names.

"Right, my hero." You hum a teasing smile on your lips as you watch your friend rant getting out her emotions about these type of events and what people really wanted from them. They were meant to help people and yet help was often the last thing on people's minds unless it was them getting it. You had to admit as she lectured the wall she was cute. Her overprotectiveness always made you feel special and even as her new job as an Enforcer you were always on her mind. Maybe not in the same way as before but you could accept that. As you adjust your jacket, sticking your hands into the pocket, you send her a playful smirk.. "Oh and you do know escort has a double meaning, correct Caitlyn darling?" You ask in a sultry voice wanting to tease her hoping it'll loosen her up a bit. She turns and staring at her, her violet eyes scan your form. Puffing out her cheeks embarrassed as she understands what you mean you walk out of the studio with her following close behind.

You catch her smile in the corner of your eye but say nothing simply walking outside into the hallway and through the large manor to the awaiting carriage outside.

~~~

The ride had been quiet the last few minutes. You'd joked about opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate but Caitlyn gently informed you she couldn't drink tonight and you didn't want to be sipping alone. A rock had formed in your throat and as you fidgeted with your hands every jolt of the carriage put you on edge. What had started as a fun ride was slowly turning into your worst nightmare as the Galla got closer.

Caitlyn these last couple months had gone from your closest friend to your body guard, one of her most frequent Enforcer jobs being to watch you. As work and friendship crossed you were unsure where your new relationship stood. If you were just overthinking and if it had changed at all.

As the carriage stops suddenly you hum feeling your stomach doing flips. Adjusting your accessories and clothes nervously, you close your eyes feeling the pulsing behind your eyes worsen. The thought that you could claw your temples open to feel some relief crosses your mind but you stay silent not voicing that thought. Caitlyn frowns noticing your unsteady state before she takes your hands into her own.

Eyes snapping to look at hers at the surprise contact her thumb brushes the back of your palm. "You're not looking very well. If you're not up for it we can turn around. Say you got sick…" She suggests softly before looking towards the curtain separating you from the driver. Staying quiet not wanting to be teased, one of her hands goes to your cheek and leaning into her hold you close your eyes taking a deep breath. What a nice thought…

"I'm just tired. I'll be fine after some wine." You joke before sighing deeply as she just stares at you waiting for the truth. You shift in the plush seats and just breathe. These events could be fun or cumbersome, tonight seemed to be the later. Shifting the curtains when you no longer feel bumps you realize you'd arrived. As you watch cameras flash, high society people get their pictures taken before entering the galla. You were no stranger to being in the spotlight and yet you felt you never quite belonged there. Your art told a story, your story. And you weren't sure if you wanted to share it. Especially since you barely knew your story yourself. You don't remember how the Gallas started, only that once your first piece was put up it hadn't stopped since.

A prodigy some called you. An imposter you told yourself.

"I-" She starts but your hand is already on the carriage handle before you lose the nerve. Twisting and pushing it open light floods your eyes as your regular driver waits outside for you. Voices surround you and you feel woozy as you're transported to a different place with different sounds. Your driver bows, snapping you back before holding out his hand. Feeling disorientated you reach out, your touch going from cold metal to warm leather. As he grips your hand firmly your eyes widen. Stepping down from the carriage into his hold you get a memory of someone holding your hand as you hop down from a curb. A man in a red and black suit…

As people chatter away excited to get a glimpse of you, reporters ask questions as cameras flash. The drivers grip remains and each step down the carriage steps contains a different image but right as your about to get the whole picture, the flashes are over in an instant. Just like the camera shutters around you.

As you stand there eyes wide in surprise, Caitlyn puts her hand to your back shocking you. You snap out of it, grounded by her touch and knowing smile before you begin to walk forwards at her silent instruction. Waving at reporters from famous newspapers you act normal. Enforcers nod keeping the crowd contained but the familiar faces do nothing to soothe your feelings.

Standing tall you walk forward with practiced elegance, reminding yourself you only need to make it to the entrance. As journalists fire off their usual questions about your outfit, your art, and if you've had any recent episodes you smile and wave not answering any of them. Caitlyn stands close as she follows you, her hand pressed firmly against your back and soon you stand in front of two polished doors. The enforcers on either side glare at Caitlyn before smiling at you as they bow and let you both inside. You don't miss Caitlyn's frown but it's gone as quick as it comes, similar to your flashes.

Unable to dwell on it, you walk through the open entrance and into the large art gallery. As you hear the familiar click of the heavy doors behind you, the light changes as you go from outside to inside. Your familiar work hangs from every wall in the space and you know every guest in this room.

Breathing heavily Caitlyn opens her mouth to say something but decides against it. You're grateful, only needing a minute from her. Leaning down and closing your eyes you hum, taking a deep breath before you nod and compose yourself.

Observing the space you took comfort in seeing your work. Some of the pieces are projected as holograms lighting up the room, while others are sculptures scattered about, and elsewhere are large oil paintings and mixed medium collages. Letting out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding you let yourself relax. While the night isn't over it feels safer surrounded by things you understand. With Caitlyn's hand moving from your back to more comfortably settle on your shoulder you nod at her feeling the episode pass.

A real smile begins to overtake your face as you take in all your old work. Your father was good at asking before picking some of your pieces to sell and getting his friend who owned the gallery to hang and price them. While some were harder to give up then others you always said yes putting all the money you made towards the Undercity and the relief effort you'd started there. The orphanage and jail always appreciating your efforts. It wasn't much compared to what else you could be doing but your father liked to organize these for you to give you some peace of mind about the UnderCity and its limited resources. You know he'd much prefer you'd paint full time and let him handle the charity affairs. He didn't want you going into any dangerous job options like Caitlyn and him had.

"A full house tonight. You never cease to impress." Caitlyn states as she bumps your shoulder. Nodding as you come out of your haze, seeing a lot of familiar faces and some new ones in the corner of your eye you watch as people mingle and talk about your art. Trays stacked high with hor de vours and various selections of alcohol pass making the guests smile and laugh as they took their fill.

Searching the room you get a wide smile on your face as you see Jayce and Victor standing off to the side. They're looking at one your father insisted on displaying so he could buy it and support your cause. Running towards them you hug Viktor before he can respond. He stumbles back leg nearly buckling but hugs you back with the same enthusiasm you do him. His laugh lightens your mood as Jayce helps support his fellow inventor and you hum as he squeezes you tight. Jayce joins the hug with his own laugh before he takes you from Viktor and picks you up spinning you around.

"Show off." Viktor teases as he taps his cane against Jayces leg. Jayce simply snorts and puts you down much to the amusement of onlooking guests. He ruffles your hair before doing the same to Viktor with that same hearty smile. Caitlyn, while seeming unamused, has the tinest smile on her lips at your childish behavior.

"Look at you. You're a regular Divinchi." Jayce compliments before he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gestures to your work. Feeling your cheeks darken you lean against him happy he could make it with his busy schedule. He chuckles at your flustered expression and tucks some stray hair behind your ear as you smile up at him.

"Often insanity and creativity walk hand in hand I admit. Though Divinchi is a high title to live up to." You respond making him shake his head. His chocolate eyes shine as he squeezes you close.

"And a poet too. Viktor look at our little idealist, they're all grown up now." Viktor rolls his eyes at Jayces antics before he stares at you. Shifting his cane to be center he leans slightly forward and nods agreeing.

"You my dear have many talents. I envy them all." He says genuinely tilting his head towards the piece they'd been looking at. Staring at it you smile, the portrait of you and your father making you happy. You'd wanted to gift it to him but he wanted to support you, so here it hung with his bid already placed. A man who's actions spoke louder than any words he'd ever said.

"Oh." You state eyes widening as you notice a large canvas with the school painted on it next to your family portrait. "Is Heimerdinger here?" You question, suddenly curious about your teacher and the oldest council member. You had no idea why they came to these things but the council members always stopped by to show their support, ever since your first galla. It was only kind of you to return the gesture by thanking them for coming and catching up. Even if you didn't always want to.

"You know Heimerdinger he's… everywhere." Caitlyn lets out a snort at Jayces unhelpful comment and Jayce flicks her hats feather in response. As they begin to argue you turn to nod your head at Viktor before you slip off into the crowd to find the council members and maybe your father.

Grabbing a glass of champagne as it passes the waiter nods his head at you before he goes to service other guests. Smiling as you sip at the bubbly liquid your eyes scan the space looking for various people to say hi too.

Catching a glint of metal from across the room you pause turning your head to get a better look. Spotting Marcus you smile before waving at him, holding up your champagne to toast. His associates all have wine glasses but his hands are suspiciously empty. As he nods his head at you politely holding up his hand to give a small wave you chuckle gesturing for him to come over. He shakes his head no and waves his hand away gesturing for you to go back to your friends. Humming you take a step closer noticing he's with an odd crowd. One you haven't seen at your galas before.

Beginning to walk towards them to see what they're all looking at you pause before pushing that feeling of suspicion away. As you stop shoes no longer clicking against the tile you swallow. Caitlyn told you to have fun and the night was young, you couldn't be focusing on your delusions now. Blowing him a little kiss he shakes his head and taps his chest on the opposite side of his badge, gesturing to you that he received the kiss and was keeping it safe. An old and bit odd inside joke. But one you refused to let go of regardless. You wave before turning to disappear into the crowd. Taking another sip of champagne you do your best not to feel anxious as Marcus's strange friends stare a hole into your back.

As a hand grabs your shoulder you quickly turn eyes wide as you get ready for a fight. "You can't just wander off!" Staring at Caitlyn your body unstiffens and you once again relax as you almost finish off your champagne. Just a few hours anyone could do this for a few hours.

"Sorry, just saying hello." You hum much to her displeasure.. Smiling softly as she relaxes you once again sip at your drink trying to soothe your rattled nerves. Nothing was wrong, you needed to calm down. You could do this.

Wandering around with Caitlyn looking for various people you pause as you reach a quieter part of the galla. Someplace more in the back. Tilting your head in front of a painting with a blue haired girl your eyes trace her face. Caitlyn was usually pretty stiff during her job but she puts her arm on your shoulder leaning on you in a rare moment of loosening up. With no one around to witness this you feel more open then you had in awhile. Short blue hair that frizzed at the end and had odd knick knacks woven and tied into it.

"She's pretty." She says softly and you nod wrist shifting to bubble your second glass of champagne. The liquid swirls as you do the repetitive motion and Caitlyn frowns concerned as she studies your action and face.

"I've been calling her Sapphire." You say suddenly, your eyes flicking up to stare at the faceless girl with blue hair.

"Cause of her hair?" Caitlyn questions and for a second you get a flash of sapphire eyes staring up at you as you braid choppy hair. Laughter ringing lightly in your ears as a girl with pink hair sits close by. She's smiling as you giggle tying trinkets into messy blue locks, giving the girl little braids. Three boys sit in the room observing but not interrupting as they do their own things. A smaller one occasionally handing you little knick knacks that'll sparkle in her hair.

"Yeah something like that." Taking a sip of your drink you frown as it goes down rough and not smooth like the other sips. "Hey you saw Marcus with those people right?" You suddenly question feeling like you knew them from somewhere despite not recognizing their faces. The woman in purple especially catching your attention.

"Marcus is here? He wasn't supposed to come tonight. I guess he made time for you." Caitlyn hummed surprised before she turned towards you. "I know my boss can be suspicious but tonight is about you. Your father wants you to be happy and unlike my parents he really tries. Let's just get through tonight since we already committed before we're back to the red string and endless questions." She suggests and you nod slowly but that feeling in your gut doesn't disappear. As much as you tried to dispel it, it kept creeping in the back of your mind.

As Caitlyn goes to lead you away you pause as a familiar face greets you.

"Your art has come so far. I marvel at your talent and envy all your fans." Mel teases. Caitlyn bows her head in respect and you nod at her. The girl swallows but nods pointing to where she'll be waiting as you chat privately with Mel.

Smiling at the Council woman looking at the work she's observing you hum seeing a large canvas you'd done of her and the Council at a meeting your father had asked you to attend. It was one people had flocked too all night you observed from the bidding stickers but it was just you and Mel looking at it now.

"Mel it's been awhile. We should schedule a painting session together. I miss those." You respond smiling warmly as you settle next to her.

"Yes, well life has been busy as I'm sure your father's told you." Swirling your glass of champagne faster you hum frowning softly. Staring at your reflection in the golden liquid you look back up at the painting. He hadn't. Not lately.

He wanted you away from his work. From him. You and Caitlyn knew something was wrong but as two high Noble society children your concerns were often brushed off and not taken seriously. You were close to something big and yet…

"Dads been quiet about work. You know after all I've worked for and all he's prepared me for he wants me to switch careers. Caitlyn and I may have passed the physical and mental exams with flying colors but he... worries." You murmur quietly as you fidget with your glass. "Caitlin's dad supports her but my dad... he'd prefer I chose to continue my law studies. Or change my schooling altogether and focus on something else." You state solemnly. As much as you loved your father you felt it was unfair. Like there was something bigger that he and everyone else was hiding from you.

"Hextech?" She asks surprised bringing you out of your sprailing thoughts. Smiling at the name Jayce gave his invention, that explosion that kick started everything felt like it happened yesterday. It felt like you were found on the bridge yesterday.

"More medical field I believe but I think he'll take anything other than Enforcer at this point. Even regular old painter." You remark as you observe the details of the meeting you'd chosen to paint.

"And that bothers you?" Mel asks. Tilting your head you squint at the details of the picture in front of you. Such a different piece than your other ones which were blurry and indistinct. And yet everyone kept hovering to this one. Easier to understand and more straight forward you supposed. Something from your new life and not your old. They always seemed to prefer that.

"... Mel is something going on I should be worried about? Some kind of civil unrest? The undercity. I've heard rumors and my dads making excuses for me not to go to any of the prisons or my charity anymore. I have friends there. People I'm trying to help. I need to know the truth. You need to tell me the truth." You state.

The woman remains quiet for a moment. Her brown eyes seem to search for the right words as she sips at her drink slowly. A red wine that seemed too much like blood to you. "Perhaps focusing on work outside your father's would be good. He worries about you. We all do. With your..." She hesitates before waving her hand dismissively trying to change the subject.

"My spells?" You demand and her brows furrow as she glances at you. The silence is all you need for confirmation. Sighing you look away from the Council Meeting and towards a different picture. A silhouette of a man with a halo around his head. You see that blue green color again. You can hear a chuckle. Mel's touch brings you back as she squeezes your shoulder.

"... I've said too much. Please be kind to him. Your father loves you much more than you know. You're very lucky to have him. You know," Mel hesitates, something you've rarely seen her do. As she looks at your painting and you stare into your glass a wistful look crosses her face. "My past is tricky when it comes to family and relationships." She admits in a rare moment of sincerity, no politics, no deals. Just the truth.

Or perhaps it's manipulation. You can never tell with Mel, you do your best not to dwell. You like to think your relationship and mentorship with her is genuine, but in a place like Piltover… you never know.

Nodding you look away from your least favorite piece onto other things. Your eyes stop on a more symbolic painting, an older one. It was crudely done as you hadn't cleaned the edges or made the details fine. Fangs and claws and fur. Oh to be the fox and wolf as Mel often told you.

"... Mingle?" You question and her eyes light up like the fox in your painting sensing your planning something.

"You don't usually enjoy networking." She observes watching you carefully and you shrug before finishing your flute of Champagne in one final swig.

"Feels like a night to try something new." You state waving down a waiter to take your glass so you could grab another.

…

With Mel by your side you'd avaded Caitlyn and most of the Enforcers walking around the party. While you loved having her around having her around as an Enforcer was much harder than having her around as your friend. While you'd tried to stay calm the whole night and not make it into a conspiracy your suspicion grew every time you saw Marcus from the corner of your eye with that group of people. As you inched your way closer throughout the night you glanced around. No one was watching you…

Slipping away from Mel while she was distracted with a council member you kept your head high as you walked with purpose. As you get closer to the odd group, your focus goes to one of the people Marcus is talking to. Your eyes catching on her arm and how it's covered by a pretty velvet cape.

"No you can't talk to them-" Marcus insists, not yet noticing you as you got closer. The lights on this side of the room were dimmer as there were less art pieces. It made your curiosity burn brighter as you wondered what Marcus and this strange clinte were talking about. If they were clinte at all.

"Why are they painting him? Who are they? He's mad Marcus! He wants some serious answers." The woman snaps back angrily. Coming closer and getting more questions than answers the woman notices you staring and shifts to better cover her arm. Her friends stiffen at your presence and adjust their suits and dresses which you notice are more worn than anyone else in the room.

"They're nobody. It's a side hobby, just a thing they sometimes do-" Marcus states and you tilt your head unsure if you should be insulted or not. Was he protecting you from something? From someone?

"Marcus?" You question finally catching his attention as you take in his new friends. He immediately goes pale hearing you call his name and turns to face you. As the woman smirked you could see him getting stressed like you weren't supposed to be here. Squinting you hum as you observe the chief, what was he up to?

"(Y/N)! Why aren't you with Caitlyn?" Marcus demands and you step back at the tone of his voice. The intensity of his question. As the group continues to stare you begin to piece together that they're from the Undercity or at least a lower class section of Piltover.

"She's talking to Jayce. Marcus I need-" You start but he ignores you. Unlike his playful disposition earlier he was being much colder now. As you swallowed something about this whole situation didn't settle right with you. This clearly had nothing to do with your galla.

"I'm sorry this is a private discussion I need you to-" Marcus starts in a much kinder tone trying to direct you away but the woman ignores him. Stepping in front of him to get to you Marcus glares, his fists balling at his sides. She tilts her head observing you before she smirks. Maroon lipstick catching the limited light.

"(Y/N) Right?" The woman was tall, elegant, and walked with authority. Several scars of different sizes littered her face and shoulders. Taking in her physique she seemed like she'd had a harder life. A laborer perhaps?

Her purple slit dress with the black velvet coat stood out amongst the other dresses tonight and you found yourself intrigued. Almost pulled in by her. As you studied each other you could see Marcus gritting his teeth. Knowing you'd walked into a possibly dangerous situation you smiled feigning ignorance.

"Yes, that's my name. I guess you could say this is my Galla." Acting shy at the attention you reach up to fiddle with your jewelry and hair. Something about this woman seemed familiar. Maybe it was her voice or maybe it was her face but you had this odd itch in the back of your brain. Like when you were painting right after a flash.

"I'm Sevika." She introduces before holding out her left hand. Confused, you peaked under her cloak to look at her right only for her to take a step back hiding her arm behind herself. Shaking the left trying not to be bothered by it or ask any questions that could get you in trouble you smiled at her.

"Are you interested in this one?" You hum tilting your head towards the canvas as you try to subtly change the conversation. "I don't know if you know this because I haven't seen you at any of my shows before but my paintings are all for charity." You explain with a smile. "All funds go back to the community. As someone so fortunate I try to give back to those more in need then myself." Sevika paused for a moment before her hand wrapped tightly around yours, her grip firm but not crushing like you'd first expected.

"... I'll keep that in mind." She hums softly. "My boss, he's interested in this one." She explains before letting go and gesturing to the painting they'd been talking In Front of for the past few hours.

"Oh your boss? What do you do?" You ask curiously. It was always the same faces at these Gallas, Sevika didn't seem like an average socialite. She screamed adventure but also safety. You feel like you knew her and that wasn't something you felt often when it came to new faces. While there was a danger with interacting with her that you could sense, she knew more than she let on.

"We work in…" Glancing at Marcus amused she focused back on you, eyes seeming to study your every move. It reminded you of an Enforcer or someone running from one. "Exports." She explains and you nod slowly, not sure if you believe her or not. Looking at the painting when she does you suddenly freeze, familiar blue eyes greeting you.

"My dad wasn't supposed to grab this one." You murmur as you step forward. It was one of your favorites hidden behind a sheet so he wouldn't see, one of the only full faces from your past you'd ever been able to complete. You were working on some fine detailing and had moved it from the safety of your room to the studio. It was a bit fuzzy on the edges still and some of the detailing was blurry because you couldn't seem to decide on things like sharp or round features, smooth or bumpy skin but it was an important piece to you.

"Oh?" Sevika questions and you frown looking at the bid at the bottom. "My boss, he'll pay a small fortune for it. Guaranteed." Sevika swears and you turn towards her.

"They said it wasn't for sale. Can we continue-" Marcus tries to regain control of the conversation but Sevika seemed more interested in you than him. The people also focused on you suddenly ignoring Marcus' presence. She stepped closer leaning in to observe your face. As their eyes focused on yours, really taking you in you noticed the sudden way she stiffened. Like she was seeing a ghost.

"Think of all the people in the UnderCity it could help, that is what you're doing isn't it? Your charity?" Quirking a brow at her surprised, you turn your head suddenly. The intensity of her stare suddenly making you uncomfortable.

"I don't like to announce it because I get less sales which means I can help less but yes… That's true." You admit quietly. Did Marcus tell them that? How did they figure it out? The longer you stayed in this corner the more questions you had.

"So a small fortune to help others is surely worth this painting?" Pausing you think of the deal, of what you would be giving away. Reaching your hand out you tap the bottom of the canvas, tracing the intricate picture frame. Was this some sort of psychological test from your father? Did this even have anything to do with you or were you misinterpreting the entire situation?

Focusing on the painting to remain calm, the ravenette man with blue eyes and sharp features made you feel at ease. Swallowing you hum. You wanted to know more about this woman, about the group with her, and her relationship with Marcus.

"And this bosses name? I'd love to meet the man giving so much to my charity." You offer watching Sevikas' body language closely.

"He doesn't do names." She responds quickly and you nod.

"A picture then?" You question. "It's customary for all customers to take a picture with the piece they're buying." Before she can say no like you assume she will, you grab her hand in another firm handshake and smile wide as a flash fills the dark space. As Sevika blinks in surprise and her friends slink into the shadows you take your chance to leave back to the main party. As the photographer walks away you do the same disappearing into the crowd with stolen film in your hand.

While you had a lot of questions you're sure they could wait until that photo was printed. You think you just found another piece of the puzzle.

...

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Roses are red

Marcus is wearing blue

Silco is looking

Ready to do the tango of two ❤️

Happy Valentines Day!

Happy Valentine's day!!!

#happy valentines day! #silco x marcus #arcane would have ended different if marcus just followed silcos lead smh

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ARCANE CHARACTERS AS EMBARRASSING SEX STORIES

warnings: NSFW, 18+, mentions of cheating, threesomes, anal, modern-ish au(?), farts?, pegging, gun mentioned, public sex, vomit, really weird embarrassing gross sex stories and etc. got most of these from twitter entire thread made me cackle

silco: once hooked up with someone and before they started having sex, silco told them "i'll show you what i use for protection" and they thought he was going to pull out some exquisite collection of designer condoms or something. nah. silco pulled out a gun and left it out the whole time they were having sex. he never heard from them ever again. not like he wanted to either. he didn't think the sex was that good.

sevika: tried tipsy/drunk sex once and never again. the person she was hooking up with threw up all over her when she was getting down on her knees. literally was in a state of shock, and was so grossed out she ended up throwing up too.

vander: agreed to get pegged one time and it was his first time and was so nervous that he got a stomachache. dude was so gassy and it didn't help that he kept trying to hold his fart. right as his partner pulled out, he let out the gnarliest, most loudest, foul smelling fart. they did not continue.

vi: hooked up with someone when she got out of prison and it was her first time and she's nervous but it actually went well. then it got awkward and she still doesn't know why she did this, but she pressed her index finger against her partner's clit and said "ding dong"

caitlyn: wasn't even having sex yet; she was just making out with this girl and she started doing the Joker "why so serious" monologue out of nowhere and caitlyn didn't know what to do so she put her hand over her mouth and did her best bane impression. she wasn't impressed.

viktor: was having sex with someone and they said "cum for me" so he stopped and hugged them because he thought they said "comfort me"

jayce: first time he had sex with someone, he couldn't tell whether his dick was in or not, but it felt like it was so he didn't stop and continued until he came. apparently, he was having sex with the bed the entire time. his partner felt bad so they faked an orgasm and never told him.

mel: was having shower sex once and they stopped to lather each other up and without looking her partner grabbed her mint shower gel rubbed it onto her vagina and it fucking burned so bad, mel curled up on her bathroom floor and cried. never had shower sex ever again.

marcus: decided to have a threesome with his (ex)girlfriend with one of his mates from the police academy. it was so awkward because they were focusing on each other and basically ignored him the entire time. turns out they've been fucking each other behind his back. both of them ended up getting married and they invited him to their wedding.

grayson: was fucking her partner in her car and they didn't notice the enforcer outside their car until he tapped on the foggy window. poor officer almost had a heart attack because that's his boss, so he apologised and literally ran off. the next day grayson couldn't even look him in the eye.

finn: was enthusiastically eating someone out and got lock jaw. like literally his bottom metal jaw got locked and he panicked, tried to pull away but ended up accidentally biting down on her clit, and it hurt so bad she kicked him in the face.

#arcane #arcane shitpost #silco #sevika #vander #vi #viktor #jayce talis #caitlyn kiramman #mel medarda #marcus arcane #grayson arcane #finn arcane #x reader

[angelltheninth]

Office sex with Arcane men? Where and how would they do it? And would they leave the door unlocked?

Office sex is hot! You can get caught at any time if you're too loud, or you know, just don't lock the damn door. But imo it makes it more exciting that way.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, office sex, desk sex, rough sex, muffled moans, under the desk, semi-public sex, dick riding, cleaning up

A/N: I wonder if we're gonna get more Arcane this year. There are a lot of cool animated things happening in 2023 so it'd be cool to add Arcane to it.

Viktor has you spread on his desk, his new personal project that he will enjoy taking his sweet time with. He takes great pleasure in thrusting into you and getting your little moans echoing around.

Its easy for him to fuck you when you have your legs spread because he can use desk to grip onto and have more leverage over you, not to mention the beautiful sight of your mouth falling open with the sounds of his name and the sound of the papers getting ruffled under your hands.

"I've locked the door darling, you can be loud, I know how vocal you can be with me. No one will come here, you're the one who called me a workaholic so I would know when everyone goes home. I didn't exactly plan this no, its but a nice bonus after a long day, having you take my dick like this, its the best way to relax."

Not in his office but the damn Council table. Meeting him there before the next session with the Council, having you sit in front of him as he bends forward and starts to eat you out both too fast and too slow, teasing you until you're right on the edge.

He fucks you really quickly, not his usual style, it makes him more sloppy, more prone to not pulling out and losing himself in the feeling of your tight pussy before he comes inside of you without warning.

"Sorry babe, you felt to good to stop. The good news is that we still have a little bit of time before everyone arrives so I can uh... clean you up if you know what I mean? How am I gross? You were the one pushing my head back before!"

His chair can easily hold two people for the very reason of him liking to have sex with you in it. He needs to be able to see your face when you're sitting in his lap and riding him, it feels more personal and vornerable that way, something that he doesn't do for the people he only fucks.

The door is always, always locked because everyone in his life has the habit of just barging in without asking. He doesn't want any interruptions when he's balls deep inside your pussy. Finds it cute how you try to slap your hands over your mouth to keep quiet when you feel him coming and feel his cum pooling on his lap and around you.

"We really should get into the habit of using a towel, this is quite the mess you've made here my darling. It is certainly not my fault, it was you who couldn't control herself and teased me all day, this is merely you taking responsibility. As far as I'm concerned you need to be punished more. Bend over the desk for me, spread your legs, show me what a pretty mess we've made."

Vander has a pretty small table but it does the job of getting you to a nice thrusting level for him when you're bending over. Since his hands are pretty big and he's strong he can easily move you around more if needed.

Usually he lets you set the pace at the beginning, trusting you that you'll find the best rhythm to be fucked in. Loves to watch your ass smacking against his belly, accompanied by the sounds of his heavy balls against your pussy and your back arching as you struggle to take him to the hilt.

"You'll let me finish inside ya right darlin'? The kids are gone and all but unless ya let me do it inside there's gonna be one huge mess for us to clean up. I suppose we could have went to the bed instead but honestly I don't trust myself to make it there with ya grinding on my cock like you've been doing. Not about to give everyone a show either. So I ask again: can I finish inside?"

Ekko gets really busy often because he's the leader so the two of you sneak in sex where you can. On the table of his workshop? Yeah, plenty of times in the past. With the windows and doors closed of course.

Can make you come lots of times if he feels like it, but he only does that if the two of you haven't had sex in a while. Otherwise he likes to thrust in and out of you, slowly building up that orgasm and then speeding up when you're at the edge, make your world explode as you grab onto him for dear life.

"I don't think we have time for one more this time Firefly, but I promise I'll make this one count. Yeah, I missed this too, having you looking so pretty for me. How do you keep getting tighter? You don't want to let me go I'm guessing? Oh, I don't wanna leave either, trust me on that. Let's make this one count and I promise there will be more soon."

He honestly didn't ever see himself as someone who would hide a woman under his office desk so she could keep sucking him off during work hours. He was wrong. About a lot.

Your tongue on his cockhead almost makes him mess up a few important signatures, something he swears you do just to piss him off. He gets more demanding and vocal when he's pissed off, which makes him get his cock really deep in your throat. He knows you can take it without problem, you're a professional after all.

"What's wrong sweetheart, can't handle me? What do I pay you for them huh? If you won't suck properly I can find a whore who will. You like it when I call you a whore do you? A whore in my office, all prim and proper on duty. I suppose we're both a two-faced aren't we?"

Finn gives no fucks if the door is locked or not, he just wants to get his cock wet in your pussy. He knows you'll do it too, you're too good of a girl to refuse such a thing. There's no need to be shy around him, he'll help you relax and break out of that shell.

Not only does he have you in his lap the whole time but he has you facing the door so you focus on the sounds outside, so that should someone come in they see your legs spread, your pussy exposed and his cock hitting you deep, scraping at that spot inside of you that makes you go from shy to slut.

"Kitten, you need to learn to spread your legs more, it would make this so much easier. So what if someone comes in, you think I'm gonna stop coming in you? Hell, its probably gonna make me fuck you harder, making you mine in front of someone. Sounds hot if you ask me."

#arcane #arcane x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #silco x reader #vander x reader #ekko x reader #marcus x reader #finn x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanon #arcane smut #league of legends #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanons #league of legends smut

[honey-tongued-devil]

[arcane preferences] and their s/o reacting to the cold

▶ [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika] and their s/o reacting to the cold

[NdA]

And even the last exam was given, passed with 28/30. I was totally absent from the Arcane fandom but I swear I missed you so I'm here to offer you some domestic headcanon given the cold months, hoping to be forgiven (Small bonus for Viktor and Silco simps, the artist is @mochi-han Click here for Cozy Silco and Cozy Viktor

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

【Jayce】

The golden boy hates the cold.

At the first drop in temperatures champagne aperitifs are replaced by evenings together with the blanket and hot chocolate.

In your home there is a kind of microclimate due the heating and the stove always on

Winter and autumn only have one positive aspect, and that’s the amount of time you spend together.

Shower together, bath together, on the sofa together... in short, a single entity until the temperatures return to be bearable

【Viktor】

Viktor doesn't mind the cold, plus he loves to dress in layers.

Which is why every time he comes home and finds you hiding under a fortress of blankets, he provokes you.

"I’ve always wanted to observe the phenomenon of hibernation, very fascinating indeed" is the greeting he uses to let you know he is there, waiting for a “welcome back home” kiss 

He is not a person who loves constant physical contact too much but finds it essential to sit together in front of a crackling fireplace with a blanket on his legs and his notes

That’s why he often falls asleep with his head on your shoulder and books still open

Bonus, cappuccino is the blessing of the gods

【Ekko】

Little Man hates the cold with all his heart.

Living conditions worsen, moving becomes more difficult with limbs numbed by the cold but especially the lair becomes an orchestra of sneezes.

The number of times you find him standing on his bed, totally buried by his clothes, arms crossed and grumpy face is unquantifiable

The good thing is that he tends to becomes much more affectionate, if you find "affection" when he warms his cold hands on your belly with the excuse of hugging you from behind

bonus, is that kind of person who gets angry if while talking sneezes. Man, it’s hard to be convincing with wet nose

【Marcus】

He loves autumn, a little less winter.

The uniform of the cold seasons fits him so well, and coffee becomes more pleasant

But most of all, everything seems more romantic.

go home and go from the smell of rain to your perfume? The paradise of the senses. Dine together with something warm? He couldn’t ask for more from life.

From the first day of September he totally invigorates, to the point that sometimes when you meet in a room or in a corridor he can’t stop himself from grabbing your hand and let you pirouette in his arms, before stealing a kiss and returning to do what he was doing

The downside is that it rains often, so he often comes back drenched to the bone

which means hot bath together

【Silco】

The fancy man loves the cold.

When he was young, he hated it.

He used to live in the street, but now that he has a comfy place he finds it very relaxing. World it’s quieter when winter approaches.

He loves the smell of rain, but above all he loves how it mixes with that of tobacco.

The cold brings the intimacy of small gestures, like covering you with his coat when you take refuge in his office

He is not too domestic, but has his small exceptions: the hot coffee together, the fireplace, the slippers with which you can easily move some dance steps on the parquet

and fancy bathrobes, to be comfier

no other reason 

【Vander】

This man has a kinda love kinda hate the cold.

He loves the feeling of warm sheets when the wind blows so loud outside that it howls, but with the onset of the cold the inn fills up so much that as soon as he sits on the sofa he falls asleep.

He loves to cook you very rich and hot meals in exchange for some extra pampering on the couch.

But at his expense he really suffers from the cold, so he will always have a very reddish nose and cheeks

He refuses to wear the scarf himself. 

You have to put it on him, and each time he takes advantage of the proximity to kiss you quickly

【Singed】

He hates the cold. 

Many ingredients are less available, the rain makes his laboratory less accessible and mold grow easier, plus the temperature drops so much to be unsustainable

He keeps old blankets in a metal cabinet, so that when you visit him you can rest without suffering too much cold.

for you the cold smells of coffee, because he makes sure to always prepare a little to warm you

he’s not a romantic man, but he’s aware that in winter it is particularly difficult to stay to his side, so he started a tradition: every year during the first snowfall he saves a single snowflake and treats it to make it eternal and give it to you 

【Jinx】

She doesn’t like the cold but loves the attention that comes from it.

She hates having to wear scarves, hats and coats, so every day you have to bargain kisses, promise to her she’ll find her favorite sweets and compromises on evening cuddles

Absolutely everything in your outfits is matching. 

In the house she wears colorful unpaired socks and moves by sliding from one room to another

Hates the rain but love the snow

if it snows you can be sure that she’ll drag you to Piltover

needless to say that from when comes the first cold until mid-spring Jinx will be constantly sick

【Vi】

Hates the cold

She gets sick easily, it gets dark quickly and she’s constantly worried about you.

Zaun, when it’s dark and cold, can be quite dangerous.

In the morning she won’t let you leave the house if you aren’t well covered, it doesn’t matter if you are hot.

Better to be warm than to get sick.

Same reason why as soon as you’re both at home you fill a hot tub with boiling water and take a bath together. To not get sick, of course.

in winter she becomes a little more beefy, which is why kinda live in her strong arms

【Caitlyn】

loves the cold.

Fireplace, candles, rain noise, snow, and the ever-present festive air of Piltover.

On the first day of cold, you change the cabinets and redecorate the home so that it’s as comfy and warm as possible

Kisses in the rain are her passion, in autumn, every time it rains she’ll ask you out just to squeeze you under the same umbrella and kiss you with water flowing through your hair

but even more she loves winter sweets

Every Friday she’ll ask you to cook one together, just to be able to spend time in complete tranquility

【Cassandra】

Cassandra loves the cold. 

Elegant clothes, hot tea at all hours, but above all the indescribable peace that it brings

On evenings when you are totally alone, she fills the house with candles, lights the fireplace, warms towels and bathrobes and turns the gramophone of the living room on.

In particular she loves the rain

If she has the opportunity, she likes to read when it’s raining, and if you want she makes you put your head on her lap reading aloud, but it’s a very special cuddle.

On the first snow she opens a bottle from her private reserve, and every day he makes sure to have freshly baked treats to accompany the tea.

【Sevika】

The colder months doesn’t bother her, for sure anything is better than summer.

If it weren’t for the fact that rain often hinders dirty work, she would appreciate it more. Definitely.

The sound of the rain relaxes her, the cold makes her feel alive, and the house is much more welcoming when outside it seems that the sky is about to collapse.

She is not a clingy person, but for sure she loves to drink.

and drinking with you is one of life’s pleasures.

Alcohol is a great way to warm up, and if not enough you can always move under the blankets.

#jayce x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #marcus x reader #vander x reader #singed x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #sevika x reader #jayce talis #viktor arcane #ekko arcane #marcus arcane #silco arcane #arcane vander #singed #jinx #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #sevika #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #cassandra x reader #cassandra kiramman