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ffiahh · 10 months

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PROJECT PLUTO

You Belong to Me.

When Vi realises she might actually be jealous.

Pairings: Bartender!Chem-Baroness!Dom!Vi x Fem!Feminine!Reader

Content Warning: Mild cursing, descriptions of eating, subtle mention(s) of sexual harassment, subtle description of possessive behaviour. SMUT WARNING: Strap on sex, cunnilingus, pussy spanking, dirty talk, praise, slight degradation, orgasm denial, rough sex, descriptions of hickeys and handprints, brief description of drool, brief mention of crying (good crying) back scratching.

Gendered Words and Pronouns: No third person pronouns used, but reader is referred as a woman, and has female anatomy.

Word Count: 5.0K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Reader is plus sized, a bit too sweet, and optimistic. Kind of a bimbo really. Reader talks a shit ton as well, just talks and talks and talks; everyone apart from Vi is complaining. Vi is a Chem-Baroness here; though only her authority (not what she does outside of The Last Drop) is only the focal point in this story. I don't want to get into the technicalities of Chem-Barons. Reader is also really cute in here, and Vi is daddy. I will say no more.

VIOLET didn’t think she was a jealous girlfriend, possessive? No. She never thought she cared about anyone else looking at you, she never bothered to worry about what kind of friends you had, Vi didn’t think she burned with jealousy every time you smiled and laughed at somebody who was obviously flirting with you. Sure, she tightened her hold around your waist when some weirdos looked at you a little too long. That could be caution. There could be some very perverted creeps around the streets of Zaun. She scowled whenever loud bystanders complimented you on your thick thighs, large bust, or the way your dresses hugged your curves right. That could be disgust. Why are you talking about someone’s body like that? She would always glare after anyone who tried to get your attention; her fists itching to show to just about anyone who you belong to.

She was looking out for you, protecting you. Vi trusted you, always; she knew a sweet thing like you wouldn’t even dare to give anyone other than Vi your attention. You were Violet’s. You knew that, Violet definitely knew that, most of Zaun did as well, yet there were still some people that thought they had enough of a presence to catch your attention and steal you away from Vi. Vi wouldn’t allow that, not until it came out from your own mouth that you wanted to leave her. Oh. Vi is a jealous, possessive girlfriend.

It wasn’t your fault that you were so sweet, maybe a little naive. You went out of your way to help people, smile at anyone you walked past. You always made sure to thank Jericho for the lovely food he took time to prepare, always apologised to anyone that bumped into you; whether it was your fault or not. You stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark streets of Zaun; whether it'd be your unnerving optimism, or the way your pretty dresses fluttered after you in the wind; somebody, somewhere craned their necks to catch a glimpse of you.

It wasn’t Vi’s fault for falling for such a pretty thing like you either. She was just like everybody else, so keen on keeping her gaze on you; she nearly tripped a few times. Really. It was as if the first time she saw you, she had to have more. She was guilty of having lustful thoughts about you; she liked the way your skin shimmered under the streetlights, or the way the fat in your thighs jiggled every time you moved. Violet knew what she was getting into when she asked you out on a date, and she was ready to protect you, to tell the streets to back off, if necessary.

And she did. She did her job well; she wasn’t called ‘Vander’s Prodigy’ for nothing. All she had to do was hold you tightly against her muscled body, curl her nose up at anyone who let their gaze wander, and before you know it; you were known as ‘Vi’s sweetheart’. There were more titles of course, but that was the most popular one, it almost felt like your own name. You still remember the night you first met her, Vi had seen you around before that of course, but you were too busy smiling at babies and looking at flowers to even realise someone like Vi had her eyes on you.

You had walked into The Last Drop- Vi’s bar, a rather bright smile on your face as you fluttered to the counter, unbeknownst to the stares you attracted. You didn’t realise the way the whole bar stilled; even stopped breathing to see who just walked through the door, and why were you so damn bright? For some it looked as though they never saw somebody as happy, and soft as you. You were quite literally like a walking sun. You just leaned your soft hands on the wood, smiling up at Vi asking for a drink.

“Could I have a margarita?”

Vi could only smirk a little, leaning on her hands; her fingers digging into the edge of the bar as she looked down at you; the tips of her falling down to the tips of her nose. “Sure, baby. You wanna open a tab?” You remembered just staring at her red, ruly hair, thinking that it was so bright she could be considered a sun alongside you as well.

You hummed, the corner of your mouth curled up thoughtfully. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll have that many!” You laughed, waving your hand dismissively making Vi’s mouth curl up in amusement.

“Okay, after 3 drinks it’s an automatic tab, kay?”

You just nodded, just a little distracted at the way the muscles in Vi’s arms moved along her black shirt. That's when you realised that Vi was quite the sight; you thought everyone was beautiful; but there was something about Vi that caught your attention and clung to it. She wasn’t like flowers, somehow her skin looked a lot softer than any petal you came across regardless of her course, scarred skin. She definitely wasn’t like babies; Vi was obviously too mature for that; with her sharp jaw, nice muscled arms and her equally broad, beautiful body. Maybe it was the way she held herself, as if she really didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought of her, or as if she knew the kind of authority that ran through her entire body. Or maybe it was the way she effortlessly just called you ‘baby’, with that sexy smirk on her face; it made your whole body flush and the tattoos that ran along the back of her arms, or the sight of long, raised veins running along her arms and back of her hands, or the way she looked in her black button up shirt and suspenders. Or-

“Your margarita, doll.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, avoiding Vi’s gaze and her smirk. It was almost as if she knew. Vi couldn’t stop her mind from running either, she could finally see you up close; could finally see the intricate, miniscule patterns on your dress, could hear the way you laughed so much, she greedily drunk up the sweet, sweet smell of your perfume, all while wondering just how you managed to stay alive unscathed at all in this dog eat dog world.

You had only smiled behind your glass, your lips parting to take a sip before you furrowed your eyebrows. “Aren’t you meant to be bartending? Won’t you get in trouble for flirting with customers? You know in some places that’s against the rules? I think it’s also illegal somewhere in Ionia. Of course, different workplaces have different rules and regulations, but you can never be too sure! I don’t know, won’t your boss-”

“I own the damn place.” Oh. “Hell, I own this part of Zaun.” Oh. “Never heard of me, darling? The name’s Vi.” Vi had just placed her forearms on the counter, her eyes flitting over every inch of your body as she smirked. “What’s your name, pretty? What’s something as sweet as you doing in my Lanes?”

Well, it was safe to say you kept coming, Vi was addicting; the way she moved around the bar, how she effortlessly caught anyone’s attention with her big grey eyes and her witty words. For you at first it was the excitement of having a new friend, a new friend who was as hot and alluring as Vi- okay, it wasn’t the excitement of a new friend; it was just excitement. Pure unadulterated excitement. You had a crush on her the minute she called you ‘baby’, you melted every time she called you a pet name, she found a new one every time you’d see her; you just hoped it wasn’t too obvious with the way you stared up at her, with that dopey smile and red cheeks. So, you came, and came and came, you came until the whole bar was accustomed to your presence, so much so that no-one ever took your seat at the counter anymore, it was your seat. Vi didn’t complain either. Just had your margarita in front of you before you even sat down.

You never knew the full extent of Vi’s authority around her district, you always thought she was just showing off, maybe she was just cocky that she took over the bar; trying to impress you; wanted you to think highly of her. Well, that was until you saw it for yourself.

You were sitting in your usual seat by the bar, swinging your feet as you waited for Vi. That night was meant to be your 2nd date, you had seen an interesting flyer for a pottery class and had asked Vi to be your second date, your reasoning? The pottery class would have brownies. Vi complied of course; she quickly realised she couldn’t say no to you.

You were too focused on smoothing down your skirt to realise that somebody had sat too close behind you. Things like this happened all the time in bars; people bump into you all the time, and it had always quickly resolved in a quick apology, so you paid no mind, instead focused on whether your dress was appropriate for a second date. Was it too short? Was it too bright? It was blue, the darkest colour you have in your closet. Maybe you should have-

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

You turn in your seat to look at a man, hunched over the counter. You had just looked him over once before shaking your head. “No, thanks. I’m waiting for someone.” You didn’t wait for his answer, as you turned your back to him again.

“Oh yeah? Where is he?”

You turned to face him again, smiling nervously, before your eyes flickered toward Vi; you remember your breath catching in your throat as you thought about how good she looked. Her muscled, tattooed arms were on display under her sleeveless turtleneck, her hair tied in a short low ponytail, with her hands slotted lazily in her pant pockets as she sauntered over to you.

The lazy smirk disappeared, and confidence saunter quickened when Vi caught sight of the man talking to you; to anyone else and you it was just a man that was talking to you, but for Vi; he was flirting, trying to get into your pan- uh skirt.

Vi had reached you quickly, flashing a quick look at you before her gaze hardened at the back of the man’s head. “Is there a problem?” Vi had said, her voice was as steady as ever, but to you and most of the patrons around you it sounded steely, firm.

The man; in all his stupidity, kept his gaze on you, waving his hand lazily behind him, at Vi, “Just trying to woo-” before the corner of his eyes caught sight of Vi. From the man’s view, Vi had an imposing height, her grey eyes squinted in slits. He could only follow her frame, as she slowly walked toward you, reaching down to place her arm on the counter, right by your waist; almost as if she had a hold on you, without even touching you.

Vi repeated her question, a little more loud, the noise vibrating through her chest and back of her throat. “Is there a problem?” The man stole another glance at you; his eyes flickering to Vi’s arm, before it diverted to Vi again, he soon dropped his gaze. “No, ma’am.”

Vi’s glare had soon chased the man away, burrowing himself further into the sea of bar customers to try to avoid her gaze, and only once did the man leave her line of sight did Vi look softly down at you, the same confident smirk plastered on her face again.

“Ready to go?”

You could only just stare up at her, dumbfounded, as she gently grasped your wrist to pull you out of her bar. Ma’am? You had never heard Vi been called that before, maybe ‘boss’ by Chuck at the Last Drop, or ‘Miss’ by a few customers; but that was rare. After that moment you had kept a lookout for anything else that had shown just how much Vi is respected; people moved out for her when you both walked through the Lanes, they lowered their eyes whenever they spoke to her, kept their tone and voice polite, tipped their heads in respect. This is Vi’s Lanes, her district; she kept her part of the streets in check.

Well, most parts of her streets anyway; there were always a few bad apples that thought they still had a chance with you. You were at Jericho’s food stall, your arms ladened with a small box of cookies that you had baked a few nights before. You had nearly dropped the box, too focused on waving wildly at Jericho, as you walked up to his stall.

“Hi, Jericho! I bought cookies!” You could only laugh as Jericho garbled in delight, leaning over his counter, smiling widely down at you. “I made a bit too much, so I thought I’d give you some as a thank you!”

Jericho blubbered out a response, his large hands eagerly taking the box; picking up a large cookie that looked a bit too small in his hands, before it dropped in his mouth, you watched on eagerly, waiting for him to swallow before he reached for another cookie, gibbering happily.

You begrudgingly accepted a bowl of fish from him for free, as his own thank you, even though you tried to tell him it defeated the whole purpose of giving him the cookies, but you liked food, so you accepted. You were halfway through your bowl, humming to yourself happily as a tall, burly woman walked up to you, leaning on the counter; she didn’t bother to order anything from Jericho as she smiled down at you.

“I like your dress.”

You stopped chewing, looking up at the woman; you swallowed the last of your food in your mouth, licking your teeth and gums of any remnants of food left in your mouth before smiling up at the lady. “Thanks! I actually bought this from Piltover, it was just a smidge expensive, but it was worth it! The fabric is soft, so it doesn’t stretch too much- I think I’ve had this for a few years now, so it lasted a while as well. If you wanted to buy this dress as well, I don’t think you’ll find it anymore- sorry; they rotate their stock very regularly, and that was a few years ago!” You look down at your dress, dragging your palms over the skirt. “I actually added the mesh overlay on myself! I had to buy the mesh from Piltover as well, that was also expensive! It isn’t that hard to sew it on; just a few stitches here and there!”

Vi knew she could hear your eager, loud voice from where she stood. It didn’t surprise her that she found you sitting at Jericho’s stall; the bowl of fish, half-finished as you were now talking animatedly about how different fabrics aren’t always the best to combine. You didn’t realise Vi had walked up behind you, until you felt the gentle touch of her rough hand on your lower back.

Vi couldn’t help but sneak a cautious glance at the mysterious, unnerving woman, before she looked down at you, her glare soon replaced with a tender laugh, as she sought out your bright smile and large eyes. “Hey, what are you up to?”

You only just smiled wider, accepting the large kiss from Vi, smacking your lips subconsciously before you straightened up in your seat, gesturing to Jericho. “We- I was giving some cookies to Jer! I made some and I had to give some to him, you know as a thank you.”

Vi chuckled, her hand slipping to wrap firmly around your waist, her gaze still fixed on the woman from the corner of her eye. What the fuck does she want? Why is she here? Why was she talking to you? “Oh yeah? Where’s my thank you?”

You just tut, the back of your hand reaching up to pat Vi’s belly. “Don’t worry, I have your batch at home.”

Vi just hums, her fingers tightening around your waist. Her gaze was solely on the woman now, her mouth set in a thin line, the woman hadn’t done anything to warrant a full reaction out of Vi, but she had taken the courage to smile up at Vi, holding her gaze. Oh?

You hadn’t realised the tension between your red-haired girlfriend and the new woman you made friends with, as you remembered that you hadn’t finished your bowl of fish. You didn’t bother talking as you bit into the last piece of fish before Vi started to speak again.

“Are you busy at all after this, princess?”

You wiped the corners of your mouth, smiling up at Vi. “I’m going to take a nap! I’m real tired.”

Vi just hums again, her eyes flitting down the woman’s broad frame, before Vi’s heavy hand finds their way around your waist again, gently guiding you out of the chair, holding your pudgy, soft body tightly against hers. “Well then, let’s go take a nap.”

Your body melts against Vi, your shoulders slumping as you walk alongside Vi, not forgetting to wave goodbye at Jericho, you were about to wave at the lady who asked about your dress, but Vi tightened her hold on you, making you look up at her. “What were you doing that you have to take a nap, hmm?”

You sighed exasperatedly, one hand absentmindedly playing with Vi’s belt buckle. “I was baking cookies.”

“Yeah? When was this?”

“A few days ago. Whew! Baking cookies is no joke.”

Vi just held you tighter against herself, laughing at your remark. She seemed a little better now that the lady was out of her sight, and away from you, but she still felt on edge, a little grumpy. You knew, you saw the way Vi’s breathing was more haggard, her body was more stiff, her grip on you was more forceful; you didn’t mention it though, just thought you could distract her mind about how you had nearly tripped over a cat a few days ago.

Vi found that funny; called you her clumsy bunny, and once you both reached her home; she took you to her bedroom, eagerly pressing you against the door, and pressing a large, rough kiss on your mouth.

You let out a surprised gasp, hands reaching up to hold onto Vi’s shoulders for support, as you felt your back press into the door, and Vi’s hands tighten around the inside of your knees, nearly bending you in half as she pressed her body flush against yours.

Vi’s mouth travelled from yours down to your jaw, finding their home in your neck, you just squirmed, letting out a breathless pant. “I-I thought we were going to take a nap.”

Vi just chuckled, the breath from her laugh tickling your nape. “Do you want to take a nap? Hm?” Vi asked, her hands trailing down your thighs to firmly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to herself. As if you weren’t any closer.

You just stuttered out a response; one that Vi laughed at, holding you tighter as she carried you with ease to her bed. “Just want to make sure you know who you belong to. You want that?”

You stayed wide-eyed at her, letting her gently throw you to the bed; you could feel your heartbeat quicken, as Vi leaned down closer to you, pressing her hips in between your thighs. You could feel the mattress dip on either side of your head; where she caged you in with her hands.

“I asked you a question, pretty thing. I expect an answer.”

You were so close to her, you could see every feature; the way her grey eyes dilated and greedily took in your squirming form, the way her scarred soft mouth opened slightly at the sight of you. From the corner of your eyes you could see the muscles straining in her arms, it sent a shiver down your spine. You could only blush, and avert your eyes, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’.

“Hm, I thought so.” Vi lets one hand trail down your shoulder, your chest before finally resting on your bare thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. “Pretty dress.”

You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling shy under Vi’s touch and stare. “I-I sewed the mesh on…”

Vi hums in response, her hand slowly slipping under your skirt; her fingers dancing lightly across your skin, before her fingers tighten around the fat, her thumb just lightly brushing against your clothed cunt. “I know you did. You did so well, it looks so beautiful on you.”

You let out a quiet whimper, feeling Vi’s hands under your skirt, blushing wildly at Vi’s coo of praise; Vi only smirked down at you, tilting her head, her smirk widening as you squirmed; feeling her thumb press a little onto your clit. “Were you thinking about me? I haven’t even touched you yet. You want me that bad, huh?”

“Vi, please..” You whined. You felt so embarrassed that you resulted in a whining, moaning mess already but you needed her any way you could get.

As always, Vi obliged; it wasn’t long before she had your legs hiked up on her broad shoulders, her rough fingers squeezing and keeping your thighs in place, lazily lapping up your juices, what got you more embarrassed was the sight of your panties- lace and lilac in colour- hanging off her thumb. Vi was loud as she ate you out, hummed into your cunt any time you let out a moan. Vi insisted that she get you ready, as wet as she can make you. Whenever you had the mind or strength to open your eyes; you would see the curve of Vi’s head under your dress, dipping high and low as she let her tongue drag across your wet folds, her nose pressing into your sensitive nub.

You lowered your head back onto the bed, your legs squirming as Vi hummed again, the vibrations pulsating through you, drawing out a broken moan. Vi’s strong arms soon wrapped around the base of your legs; near your hips, as she pulled you down closer to the edge of the bed, earning a gasp from you as your hands flew to claw at Vi’s strong forearms; you were definitely caged in now; you could barely move your body as Vi dug her face deeper into you, her tongue now only assaulting your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your pleasure before she stops.

You open your eyes, blinking up at her, whining quietly. Vi tuts, standing up to her full height. She looked good standing over you, the way her black shirt hugged her biceps and breasts, her cocky smirk glistening with your cum. Her hand falls heavily against your cunt, slapping it harshly. You jump at the sharp contact; whimpering in response.

“Stop whining. You’ll get what you want if you’re patient enough.” You took in a shuddering breath, looking up at the way Vi hastily threw your underwear to the floor; her hand reaching up to loosen the knot in her tie, letting it fall from her neck. God, she looked good doing that.

You watch on eagerly as Vi pops the first few buttons of her shirt, a small expanse of her skin peeking through, you try to let your eyes wander further down her shirt, but your gaze snaps to Vi’s face as she chuckles, leaning forward as she fastens her tie around your thigh; it was a part of her uniform after all, it would be a shame to lose it. “Patience.”

Your whining actually got somewhere; with Vi nestled in between your thighs, her mouth wrapped firmly around your nipple, as she stretched your pussy to its limit. You let out a strangled moan every time Vi’s strap buried in your further, her hips angling a little to hit just at the right spot. Vi’s hand was tight around your thigh, her fingers digging into the flesh as she kept it at a position she wanted.

“Pl-please.” You just whimpered, your pussy clenching around her as she sped up slightly, letting your nipple with a small ‘pop’ as she lazily smirks up at you. You could feel the small metal piercing Vi’s nipples dig into your stomach; the metal felt warm and smooth.

“Please what, baby? What do you need?” Vi leans up, letting her hands rest on the mattress beside your hips, even though she was talking to you; her whole attention was on your cunt; the way it swallowed her strap with such ease; she can feel the wetness of her own cum under the harness; which only spurred her on to carry on.

Your hand fists your dress; keeping the dress just under your breasts; Vi always liked to fuck you with your pretty dresses; your other hand trailing touching Vi’s hip slightly, letting your fingers wander to the tuft of pink hair behind her harness, following the trail up to her belly button. “You’re so pretty…”

Vi’s movements falter in surprise for a moment; before she lets out a smile through her pants, slowly sliding the strap out of you and driving it back in harshly, earning a shocked moan from you. “You’re the pretty one; with your pretty sounds, and your pretty body. God, you’re so soft. My pretty girl, so pretty for me. You’re such a gorgeous girl, aren’t you, baby?”

“Mhm..” You bit your bottom lip; something that drove Vi over the edge; you could see it in the way her nose flared; one hand pushing down in between your breasts, pinning you to the mattress, and her hips speeding up; slamming the strap into you over and over again. “Ah- God..” Your fingers clawed at Vi’s wrist closest to you, as you could only take the ruthless pace Vi had picked up.

“God’s not here to help you, baby. You’re gonna take what I give you, hm?” Vi didn’t wait for a response, slapping her hips against the back of your thighs, the sound of your cum squelching around her strap. “All mine, aren’t you? You’re gonna show everyone who you belong to, hm?”

You just gasped and whined, panting as you nodded. “Mhm. A-all yours.”

“Damn right.” Your thighs jerked every time Vi thrusted into you; Vi enjoyed seeing you like that; liked the way your body tensed up waiting for your much awaited orgasm, only for you to whine, begging her to speed up again, but once she did, your orgasm had wandered off, and Vi would fuck you to that point again, and again and again. Your body was flushed, your eyes dazed; chest rising and falling rapidly to even try and catch up to Vi; your pussy tightening around her strap. You ended up biting into the fabric of your dress, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back on the pillow; but that wasn’t enough for Vi.

“Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me or you won’t be coming tonight; that’d be a shame, wouldn’t it?”

You did as she told, your eyebrows scrunching as tears fell down your cheeks. Your pussy felt sore at this point; your body would have been moving every time Vi drove into you if it weren't for her firm hold on your waist. Her hold was bruising, literally; you could see the red, angry outline of her hands wrapped around your midsection, Vi was serious about reminding you who you belonged to.

“Aw, baby. ‘S not your fault, you’re just so pretty, taking me so well. Pretty, pretty thing; no wonder everyone wants to get their hands on you. Everyone was looking at you, and it annoyed me a little, you don’t mind do you? Letting me fuck out my frustrations on you? Hm? I know you can take it, you’ve always been a good girl for me.”

You just gasped, widening your legs a little, your eyes weren’t completely focused, but you could just about make out her long, red fridge fall in her eyes, your jaw felt slack as you could barely feel the trail of drool slip past the corner of your mouth.

“God, I’ve fucked you dumb. Nothing else is on your mind right now is it? Just me and how I fill you up. That’s it. Good girl.” Vi leaned forward again, the bruising grip on your hips now onto your thighs, as she hiked your legs over her shoulders. The position drives Vi in deeper, and you can only let out a silent moan as you claw at any part of her back you can reach; your nails digging into the skin; there’ll definitely be marks tomorrow, not that either of you cared; you were just repaying the favour.

“C-can I cum? Please, please.”

“Well, when you beg like that..” Vi doesn’t let up, she’s panting as well, she can feel the strain in her legs and hips; her chest heaving, but she’s not going to stop.

Your orgasm hits you hard, wracking your whole body; you only clung onto Vi; your hands tight around her shoulder, as she finally slows to a halt, pulling out of you gently; enjoying the sight of your cum slowly oozing out of your pulsating hole. She sits back, deep pants escaping her mouth; her skin slick with sweat, as her fingers slowly trailed across the map of hickeys she left on your body, over the red silhouette of her hands embedded into your skin on your waist and hips with a satisfied smirk.

“That’ll ought to show them, hm? Who you belong to.”

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sandraharissa · 7 months

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Today I’m thinking about how yeah, Vi was parentified, but both Vi and Jinx grew up too fast. To an extent this is true for all kids in Zaun however I mean it in regards to Vander and Silco.

The girls are their kids/prodigies but they also function as their partners, taking on adult responsibilities. Vi obvs arguably takes on half the adult responsibilities in the household by taking care of the kids but Jinx also does that. She feels responsible for Silco’s safety (her space in the rafters), she’s responsible for helping him take his medicine and she takes initiative when it comes to going on missions (the shimmer shipment and wanting to fix it/stealing the crystal), so she also seems to feel personally responsible for Silco’s movement/business succeeding.

Which is funny cos Vander essentially lacks a co-parent (ahem ahem Silco) and so that role falls onto Vi, and Silco lacks a companion/business partner (ahem ahem Vander) and so that role falls onto Jinx. So Vander nuked his relationship with Silco only to go on to essentially need a Silco replacement and vice versa for Silco when he killed Vander lol.

#arcane #silco and jinx #vi and vander #zaundads #vanco #vanco family #my:arcane

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revelisms · 7 months

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There's a child's clammy fingers squeezing the color out of his palm—five little points, soot in the skin; a gunsmith prodigy in a fleece-wrapped girl—and it makes Silco, strangely, think of love.

(Not of the way it devours—that starved hunger reserved for other years, other lifetimes, other men, that makes heat of the rains' chill and claims walls and clothes and teeth alike; builds vessels of longing from one's bones and strips mind-logic to single-syllable beggings, no—

But of the way it aches.)

This girl is like a knife-edge picking through sinew and rot. A jagged point that's found a cavernous maw still-bleeding—one another soul had scraped clean on their way out—and slotted itself in.

(Is he still bleeding?)

Five points: little fingers, little nails, clinging to his palm like a lifeline.

A tiny, monstrous thing. Much the same as he had been.

(Burden to his mother; bastard to his sire. A dredging cog in the tunnels' machine.

A father? Hardly.)

"I didn't—I didn't mean to do it," Jinx hiccups.

(The lab smoldering in ash? Or the knife in his chest?)

He draws in a breath.

Slowly, as though those small, steel-edged bones were made of glass, he loosens the snare of her fingers; squeezes the rough lines of his own around them, instead.

"I know, child," he mutters, smelted glass on his breath.

A three-week setback, dismissed as flippantly as that.

(Does one often make such dismissals, for a daughter?)

Her head nudges into his arm. So heavy, for a body so young. And for all his attempts at tenderness, at a memory he has too long forgotten, she finds a way to bend it towards violence: another little hand, little nails, desperate carvings, shackled to his wrist—as though this girl has only known affection through anger; only known the sting of care when muddled with pain.

A cruel irony.

He knows it as well as he knows the mines' heat.

He sees Vander: hand at his collar, rage on his breath, concern skinned to contempt and fanged teeth-glint growling—

(I've made us a deal—a deal for you—don't'ya understand?—)

He sees this girl's blood-knuckled sister: same fighting spirit, same piston of a fist, same mantle of protection, same spite—

(I never asked you to be my keeper—)

His claws pinch back: devil to devil-spawn. Same damned language of hurt.

The girl winces.

"It's alright," he says, a foreign reflex off his tongue. Not the apology he means; the one he ought to give. His touch eases. "It's alright," he hushes again.

She snuffles in a breath.

Slowly, he shifts: lays his palm against her nape. Bird-thin thing; her hair a nest in need of brushing, her pulse pattering as a rabbit's.

(Had he been this small, once?)

But these bones aren't made of glass. Not the frailty her stature lends her.

No—this child burns like a beacon: a rage that singes off her like a second skin: one he too knows, has already lived, still wields, as this girl wields weaponry like an extension of her soul; as she has reclaimed a title of her own choosing, own redemption; as she stands a wealth of potential none have dared to unleash.

A glimmering pinnacle in a city led to wallow in its own gluttony.

A promise.

(His wrath embodied; his resolution rebirthed.)

A legacy.

(A knife of hope between his ribs.)

A daughter.

His thumb soothes through the thistle of her hair.

"I'll fix this," he says quietly—(this, not you, because she is not an object in need of fixing, has not asked him to piece her back together, has not admitted she sees herself as a weakness rather than a strength, one she may one day learn to embrace)—and turns down to her.

He finds a cosmic implosion in her eyes. Fire and storms. Resilience and determination.

Jinx sniffles. Her fingers uncoil from his sleeve: cling tight again.

"Promise?" she whispers.

He brushes the matted fringe from her soot-grayed cheek. Tucks it lightly behind her ear.

"I promise," he answers her, simply as he can—and means it.

silco and jinx / promises

#in my feelings again over these two #silco #jinx #crime dad daughter duo #arcane #arcane ficlet #prose #writing

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shimmerbeasts · 3 months

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It was another quiet night at The Last Drop. Just enough patrons to justify keeping the doors open, and never a lack of people looking for a stiff drink. Operation had been moving rather smoothly since Vi torn away the ugly signs and even uglier presence that Silco and his goons had filled the bar with in her time away. She wasted no time in tearing away all of that garbage, and polishing the hidden gem of the old rustic bar. Rumor already bumbled around, this Hellhound of the Underground being Vander's prodigy, how the new barkeep even took a name that echoed her adoptive father's title in her own way. Vi felt right at home around the clinking of glasses and the joyful laughs of the patrons. Standing at the bar, the mercenary swiped her bar rag through another bowler glass and set it against the counter, fishing out a bottle of scotch. She swept it up with easy hands and poured the Bilgewater export into the the glass, serving it neat to one of the inebriated consumers sitting at the bar. Just as she moved to put the bottle back, she felt.. Strange. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and there was a sudden pit of dread in her stomach. Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips, only to find her mouth to be sucked dry as well. She glanced around quickly, finding nothing out of place. It didn't feel like an episode, so what the hell was happening? She opened her mouth to speak, but she was interrupted by the sudden blast of an inferno. The explosion that came from seemingly nowhere was strong enough to rock the very foundation of the bar, the ceiling quivering and dropping particles of dust down, and the first two round tables were engulfed by the blue plume of shimmering smoke. Vi instinctively brought her hands up to defend her face, but she was too slow. A metal band fired off from the hinges and knocked the brawler right in the face, ripping an ugly gash across her cheek and the bridge of her crooked nose, not far below her eye. She dropped to the ground and clutched at her face, hot and panicked breaths escaping her for a moment. She drew her right hand back and stared at the hot blood gathered against it, before she swiped it on her shirt an shoved her hands into the Atlas Gauntlets behind the bar top. She drew a breath in to steady her mind as five distinct scents hit her nose. Blood. Gunpower. Sulfur. Flesh. Smoke. Patrons screamed and panicked, and Vi knew she had to act. Who the hell had just blasted a gaping hole where her front door had been previously been? "Hey asshole, I didn't ask for a remodel!" Vi called out as she jumped the bar suddenly, looking to the patrons who were panicking. She tried to not pay any mind to the four who laid dead on the floor. In a quieter voice, she regarded them. "Back door. Get the hell out. We're closed for the night." She whispered, watching them scramble, before she brought her defensive stance to the door, blading her body. She watched with bated breath as the figure slowly emerged.. And her silvered eyes shimmered with a hint of blue. "Pow-pow?" The name left her lips in a disbelieving tone, and her fists dropped suddenly. No, no, not now. Her gaze only softened for a second, before she drew her brows in and raised her hands again. Her scarred lip drew into a scowl. "The asshole who desecrated this place the first time 'round is dead. What the hell do you think you're doing?" She hated how her voice trembled. She never wanted to talk to her sister like that. But.. Was she still her sister? She was Jinx now, and Vi failed to kick those delusions out. Silco ruined her, and she feared she was too far gone. Even though Vi had her gauntlets on, her fists up... Her certainty wavered.

The patrons of the bar panicked; their shouts and screams, the trampling of their feet filled Jinx with satisfaction and grim pleasure. Whoever had tried to establish themselves here had certainly forgotten the powerful and terrifying Chem-Baron, who had controlled the Lanes for eight, prosperous years. And just as the bar owner had forgotten who ruled this place, so had the patrons.

Furthermore, many had made the mistake of assuming the living legacy of Silco was out for the count. Just because Jinx was no longer as present in the Lanes as she had been when Silco was alive, did not mean that she would not defend what she saw rightfully as belonging to her father and now Sevika.

Even so, nothing could have prepared Jinx for the person who stepped out of the chaos in The Last Drop to confront her. She still wore those heavy, ugly, navy-blue Gauntlets, laced with gold. They did not fit into the environment, marking themselves out as coming from the other side of the river, from Piltover. However, that dark red leather jacket and short, magenta hair, those stark, blazing blue eyes would always be recognisable for her - and seeing her sister right now in that carnage, marking herself as the owner and desecrater of The Last Drop was like a stab through the heart.

"Vi?", whispered Jinx in confusion and could feel herself balk. Her innards twisted and the hair on her neck stood up. She threw her head around in a distressed shake like a shying horse. "No, no, no, no!", she called out, "That cannot be right! This is a lie! A trick!"

However, then Vi's softened expression darkened and her fists rose. She was still wearing those garish Gauntlets, that symbolised the other side. No doubt, Caitlyn Kiramman gave them to her. Anything to make Violet indebted to her and put her on a leash. Anything to give her sister even more of a reason to pull away from Jinx and pretend that she was a stranger.

She mirrored Violet's action, bringing Pow-Pow forth. Her eyes darkened and she blinked angry tears away as she had to hear her once more speak of Silco in such a vile language. Her purple gaze briefly darted over towards the gash underneath her eye, out of which dripped fresh blood.

Jinx spoke angrily: "Do not talk of Silco like that! He took The Last Drop fair and square! Unlike you. Since when do you believe you have any claim towards this bar? I thought you were Topside, chumming it with that Piltie Enforcer buddy of yours." There was a hopeful and maddening gleam in her purple eyes as she called out: "No way! Did she grow tired of her trencher toy?!"

@undercity-merc cont. from here.

#undercitymerc #rp: not your bar #im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction #the only thought that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you: vi||in character #Post-Canon Verse[Jinx]#things changed since you left: queue

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saviourofzaun · 4 months

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— I'LL BITE, THOUGH.

Continuation from here. | Vi.

Vander's prodigy.

Silco already had an aversion against the older sister of his precious gem. Be it because she was Vander's favourite, that she symbolised the dying wish of their shared dream, -The Nation of Zaun-, Or because she was the very one who caused Jinx mind to be plagued with horrors from time to time. The endless nights that he had to hold that little girl in his arms as she screamed in terror, whilst her demons mocked her. All because of her and her betrayal.

His hatred had only grown more last time they had met. Or, rather, where he had tracked her down. After she had nearly dropped that building on him, hatred was something that had grown within his chest. The girl didn't want to listen, didn't want to hear him out, not like how Jinx had listened to him. She knew the story of Vander's betrayal and why he had forced his hand. She knew he had offered the man one last chance, and he said 'no' to being liberated.

Silco had no fault in his demise. It had been his own choice.

In truth, he wanted Vi dead, for a multitude of reasons. She would ruin everything he had worked for. And, in a way, had already managed to do so. Jinx was once again plagued with memories of the past, self-doubt, and perhaps self-hatred, and things were crumbling around him. Though, despite his hatred for the girl, he had to try, one way or another. For Zaun, for Jinx.

“Oh, I wouldn't doubt it, Violet.” His voice dripped with disdain, and his cold expression didn't hide it either. “I'm here to talk. To just talk.” There was a pause. Though, as mismatched hues were locked on the bright-blue ones of the older sister, a faint sigh escaped the older Zaunite. Silco shrugged his coat off and hung it over one of the chairs. “It is no secret that you and I cannot stand one another. Though, in all honesty, that does more harm than good, don't you think?” His head cocked to the side, serpent-like. “We are both hurting the very one we're trying to protect.” His voice dropped, as a softer tone appeared. Sincerity. “We both want the best for Jinx. As hard as it seems to believe, your sister is my daughter. I will do anything for her. But, what I'm not willing to do is to abandon her.”

He grabbed two chairs and positioned them that they faced one another. He sat down and crossed one leg over the other before extending his hand, beckoning for her to take a seat. “Hear me out.”

#》 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂'𝙎 𝙅𝙐𝘿𝙂𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 ⎯ (𝙞𝙘).#》 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝙍𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙂𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎 ⎯ (𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚; 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣).#》 𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍'𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙂𝙔 ⎯ (𝙫𝙞).#gaunletshots #(Silco: I want the best for Jinx).#(Silco internally: It would save me a lot of pain in the fucking ass if you would just cOOPERATE WITH ME).#(I hope this works for you!).

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chaoticvi · 8 months

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the hands that bring destruction can be so gentle.

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derunelegacy · 1 year

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Happy release day Birthday, Vi

#arcane #league of legends #arcaneedit #vi #vi arcane #vi league of legends #vander's prodigy #visource #mine: gifs

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oil-and-water-rp · 1 year

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"Good morning, love... I'm making your favorite..." Ran smiled as they could feel Vi behind them while they turred the huge pot. "Slug stew... I'm not Jericho but I think it's decent..." They smiled as they turned to look at Vi with a smile.

:: Violet ::

“Oh, you’re the best,”

She presses a quick kiss to Ran’s temple, fingers creeping over their hip.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, sunshine.”

#{vander’s prodigy; vi}#{undercity’s finest; ran}#vi asks #arcane #thread

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hi, arcane dr person here.

i'm being annoying once again. i kinda wanna just rant about my dr to someone.

i'm viktor's younger sister (or half-sister depending on the draft of my script lol). in my dr, i'm kinda a daughter of a crime family with my grandmother, sayuri having a spy network and owning a brothel in the undercity. the most prominent is my dr dad, sylvain. he married into the family. he's kinda an icon in the undercity. before the failed assasination attempt on his life, he was a poster guy for the idea of the nation of zaun, meaning the undercity gaining independence from piltover and being free from it's oppression. he worked on his dream alongside silco and vander, with whom he was friends since his childhood. my dr mom, irene who's the youngest adopted daughter of sayuri, is a doctor and a scientist. she mostly does her own thing and is not really interested in the "family business". she just wants help people in need.

in that dr, i'm kinda seen as my dad's possible prodigy, being trained in combat since early childhood and given the best education my family could afford.

i've been friends with vi and powder/jinx since young childhood, and became part of the rest of the kids' group after the failed uprising. i'm also secretly friends with caitlyn kiramman, with whom i will have a friends to lovers dynamic.

in regards to the events of act 1 of arcane, i scripted out the tragic explosion at the end of episode three. i also scripted that i took vi's place in episode 2 and gave myself in to the enforcers as a culprit of the accidental explosion in episode 1. i was put on trial and miraculously gotten away with essentially a slap on the wrist. councillor medarda vouched for me. the sentence of 10 years in stillwater hold prison reduced to a minimum of 1 year of rehabilitation overseed by councillor medarda.

in regards to my goals in my dr... well, i know it might seem and even be impossible, but long-term i plan to somehow down the line help the undercity achieve it's independence from piltover. more short-term, i plan on possibly creating the undercity's own branch of hextech right underneath the piltover's nose. i plan to achieve that by partially stealing the inner workings of hextech from jayce and my brother.

aside from that, teenage tomfoolery will certainly happen in the background.

you’re not being annoying at all! feel free to rant about any drs you want, i’ll gladly listen! i’m not very well versed in archane, but it seems like you’ll have a lot of fun there which is the most important thing.

#never feel bad about ranting #i do not mind at all!!!#anyone is welcome to rant about their drs in my inbox #maes asks #maes thoughts #mae talks shifting #reality shifting #shifting #quantum jumping #shiftblr #scripting #shifting community #desired reality #shifting realities

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What do you think Silco would do if he found out Vander had a biological kid out there? Would he care at all, want to hurt them because they’re Vander’s, or take them in and shape them to his liking to spite Vander?

tbh it's natural, given Silco's villain status, to speculate that Silco only took Powder in to spite Vander, and shape her into something twisted - and therefore would do the same with any other child of Vander's. Certainly, he wants Vi killed because she represents such an obvious threat as Vander's prodigy.

However, I think Silco doesn't see it (in his mind) as distorting Vander's legacy or hurting Vander's family. For Silco, he and Vander shared the same dream, and therefore share the same legacy. His reasons for eliminating the kids in ep 3 boiled down to punishing Vander for choosing a family over the dream (and over him.)

Vi was an obvious threat because of her skill. She also represents someone the Lanes might rally behind to oppose him. And by later episodes, she becomes a risk to Jinx, threatening to destroy her familial bond with Silco.

Thus, eliminating Vi would be in Silco's mind right and justifiable.

With another child, it would depend on their potential. If they're anything like Vander, Silco would want to snap them up early to keep 'corrupting' influences at bay and shape them into a fearsome fighter. If they're a dud, he might leave them be, keeping them under close watch so they're not used as a puppet leader to oppose his efforts. If they're a threat, then no question: he'll have them killed.

On the whole though, Silco tends to see others (adult and child) as natural extensions of Zaun - and put them to use for the cause.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #asks #arcane headcanons #arcane headcanon #vander #arcane vander #zaundads

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sandraharissa · 2 years

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There’s this imagery that parallels each other that’s pretty obvious.

And what I love about it is that it’s so true.

In Vander’s absence Vi in a heartbeat steps in his place and continues his legacy. That positions her as Silco’s rival and it’s not just for the sake of neat looking shots that parallel each other, the story earned this standoff. Vi isn’t just there cos she’s Vander’s prodigy and Vander had beef with Silco, the moment Vander dies Silco becomes her mortal enemy, and hers specifically because he indirectly led to Vander’s death. Both Vi and Silco have fantastic reasons to despise each other even tho they never interacted before this point.

And even tho they don’t use this imagery later on this motif continues.

During the dinner scene Silco and Vi are again positioned opposite each other but without the profile shots, with Jinx reserving her place at either Vi’s or Silco’s side. When Silco dies his chair rotates so that now he’s separated from the rest of the scene.

In his absence Jinx in a heartbeat takes up his place. She walks over to the Jinx chair and turns it around so that it’s not on Silco’s right facing him but that this is now the chair at the end of the table opposite Vi’s place. They again don’t use the profile shots but the filling in of one character’s space by another happened in this scene exactly how it happened with Vi earlier. Jinx doesn’t just sit in the chair cos she’s Silco’s prodigy and Silco had beef with Vander/Vi, Vi has now made herself specifically Jinx’s enemy for indirectly leading to Silco’s death.

I wonder if they’re saving this image of Vi and Jinx opposite each other shown from their profiles for the next season since the last scene was about saying goodbye before they become mortal enemies and not an example of their rivalry.

#jinx #vi #silco #vander #arcane #my:arcane #vi and jinx #team jinx #vanco family

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revelisms · 11 months

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Excerpt: Eye for an Eye

Silco and Vi have a chat in Stillwater.

From 'heron blue,' an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. Full story on AO3

She sees fire. She sees red. Red on his clothes, on his hands; in his mangled, inhuman iris; on the silvered edge of his poisoned tongue.

"Vander's prodigy." She hasn't heard the sickly gravel of that voice in six years. It ripples beneath her skin, and sits there. Etches the drawling cadence of every vowel into her bones. "I regret that we've yet had the ability to speak."

A tilt of his head. Through the bars, doused in shadow, his mismatched stare sharpens. "I'd have made the journey sooner," he rumbles on, "but, you see—the time would be a waste, for a dead girl." His good eye narrows, a scathing flash of blue radium. "And yet."

Vi breathes in quick, harsh. She swallows it down.

He looks like a creature the Pilt chewed off and spit back out: a sinewed blot of shadow, bones and flesh, wrapped in leather and silk-weaved linen. There's an animal under his skin—a tidewater predator watching from the shallows, silent and still. Waiting.

She scuffs the sweat from her temple. Feigns indifference. "Who the hell are you?"

His brow perks. "Don't you remember?" His hands shift behind his back, held laxly there, as though folded around a knife. "Surely the walls haven't rotted your head that easily."

"I remember," Vi snarls, baring her teeth. "Like hell I'd forget." And she'd tried. Kindreds above and below, she'd tried to wipe her mind of that night, a lifetime over. Spite coils under her tongue. "But, y'know—don't really care about the name of some rat in the street. Might have to remind me, there."

She can't tell under the dim light whether the crook of his mouth is a sneer or a smile. It passes too quickly for her to care.

"Well. You've Vander's tongue as much as his damned fists, don't you?"

Her nails carve into her palms, hard enough to draw blood. She paces across the back of the cell, glaring.

Don't you dare say his name. Don't you dare—

Silco stands still as stone, two steps from the red line that chips over the cement floor. Silver glints in his hand. He's slipped a gilded cigarette case from the breast pocket of his coat. His thin, willowed fingers pluck one roll out, snap the case shut, and flick open the hinge of its lighter. The crackling hush of the drag he takes rattles over the stones: fills the air with a dry, ambered spice.

It's not like Vander's pipe: cheap, heady, citrus and cinnamon. It reeks of expense. It's the same peppery smoke that sits on his clothes, bittersweet and earthen, laced with juniper berry and cedar. It hisses out from his lungs, a blue thread unspooled, clouding about him in a thin haze. His dead eye leers through it.

"Come here, girl," he says, and takes a step forward. Under the ripple of the light, he's taller than she took him for; taller than she remembers, cowered on those rickety grates behind a wall of other bodies. His right eye—a frigid, dirtied blue, like the underside of a glacier—cuts to her tattered boots, and climbs. "Let me look at you."

The words gut into her, vilely. She wheels on him. Her fist slams into the bars, hard enough to make an ugly, chorusing echo through the steel. "Bastard."

"Charmed."

He stands on that thin red line, puffing away on his cigarette, and stares at her, as though trying to make sense of a riddle in a paper, or picking through the nuances of an artist's strokes. Her fingers snare hard on the bars, hard enough to stain her bloodied knuckles white. She glares right back at him. Pristine coat, lithe hands; scratched up, grayed out face; swept-back hair, flecked with silver; steel-tipped boots. There's a knife handle under his belt. A knife handle nearly in arm's reach.

"You couldn't have been more than fourteen, then," he mutters. The words carry a taint of wonder, in their remembrance. It plunges, swiftly, to distaste. "Tearing through my men, like a tank through the trenches." He scoffs. Now, he is sneering: the scarred line of his lip baring crooked teeth, his cigarette pinched between his fingers. "What good are you, left to waste away under these Piltie scum?"

"I didn't ask to be here—"

"Oh, no. You asked for revolution." His eyes spear into hers, an unwavering burn. "You were denied."

Blood ticks between her fingers, scalding on the cell bars. Those words itch into her; find the festering resentment she's left abandoned, over months and years shackled within these walls, and gnaw at it.

"You sold Vander out," she says, heat broiling just beneath the words. "You stabbed him. I saw it. You killed him—"

"Vander sold himself out, girl," and he is walking, with the slow, prowling lope of a wolf; the fluid circling of a shark in the deep. "Laid his throat under the enforcers' boots, like a mutt on a leash. I paid my dues—nine years of it—while he sat back and cowered." He strides over the red line, and stops, inches from her battered fists. "He owed me a debt," he says, plainly. His cigarette skims the grayed blot of dead flesh that stretches over his cheek. "Eye for an eye; tooth for a tooth."

Her hands shake. She sees the flames, eating up the cannery with the roar of a living thing. Hears the bellows of their arguing, split apart in fritzing static and neon-blue. "What did you do with my sister?"

He ticks the ash from his cigarette. It falls to a swirl of embers at his feet. "You, however," Silco prattles on, blithely ignoring her. His fingers wave through the air, with the nonchalance of a royal: a razor-edged flit of smoke and cinder. "Now—what I wouldn't have given to see you storm this wretched city, yourself. You still could, if you only had the gall." His heels sweep over the concrete: th-thump, th-thumping: fall still at one end of the cell. His eyes flit curiously across its hinges. "These bars, girl—tell me: have they strengthened you? Or leashed you, as well?"

She doesn't have time for this. You talk too much.

"What did you do with my sister—?"

"Jinx?"

A cold pit plunges through her stomach, and twists.

Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!

"She's alive," he says slowly, the rasp of his low, scratched-out throat worlds away. The look on his face is unreadable: deceptively blank: scathing. "Safe," he adds, with a lilt of his head. "Though—as I'd been led to believe—you're good as dead, to her."

Vi pulls in a tight, heavy breath. "Her name is Powder."

"Her name is her own. She chose it." The dagger of his teal eye thins: hunts for something under her shaking bones, something she can't see. "From what I gather," he mulls, "it was your parting gift."

Slices in.

#fic excerpt #arcane fanfic #vi #vi arcane #silco #silco arcane #heron blue #heron!verse #will stand by the fact that we didn't get enough screentime with these two hashing it out #like!#they have so much in common #spiteful angry revolutionaries willing to do whatever they need to secure a better future for their loved ones/their city #and they have this shared thread of vander discouraging them from doing so/not being that for them #and the shared tension of jinx being pulled between them #shakes my hands at the sky #writing

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