#Zaun Gray

[mollysunder]

The Inx: Jinx's Great and Terrible Devotees in Spite of Conv/rgence

The most annoying thing about Conv/rgence as a game is that it introduces great concepts, like the Inx, but just fumbles the execution of them and the overall story.

In Conv/rgence the Inx are a new chempunk gang of Zaunite teens and young adults that idolize and borderline worship Jinx to the point where they're said to spread chaos in her name. But the Zaun that Conv/rgence establishes tells a different story about the Inx from the intended description.

The first time the Inx appear is in the Conv/rgence comic, where the lead members like Chadd play at the Triumph Festival. It's supposed to be a Zaunite festival to celebrate Jayce's defeating Viktor, the Machine Herald. If the Inx follow Jinx's lifestyle why would they even play at such an event to celebrate a Piltovan, and why would Zaunites think the Inx wouldn't make trouble over it? I could go on about how weird it is for Zaun to host a festival to celebrate Jayce, a Piltovan champion for a fight unrelated to them and their wellbeing, but that would take too long.

For people who admire Jinx's boldness, the best they can do in the comics is pretty harmless vandalism where they just graffiti Jinx's monkey tag over some walls. The Inx are also nowhere to be seen in major events like the Scraptown Run, which apparently all Zaun gangs participate in.

Then there's members like Moshpit Meg. Meg's a diehard Jinx fan that loves Jinx's attitude and dedication to explosions. Before that Meg was admired Vi, the enforcer, because Vi's gauntlets reminded Meg of her own naturally big fists and it made her feel less self conscious about her own hands. That second half begs too many questions I don't have time for.

Outside of aesthetic choices there isn't really anything about the Inx that says they're people who stake their identity around Jinx. This is largely because Conv/rgence's universe works hard to sanitize Zaunite grievances against Piltover which directly undermines the central class conflict between Zaun and Piltover. It also largely impacts the motivations and general existence of characters like Jinx and the people who follow her, like the Inx, because they wouldn't exist in the absence of Piltover's oppression.

To avoid addressing any real conflict between the two cities the Inx are only vaguely make sense in the story, especially the game. All except for one element, Chadd. I need to say this...

Chadd is Accidentally (on Purpose?) Great

The brief moments the audience gets to know Chadd's character gives us an interesting glimpse at the people Jinx inspires.

The first thing we know about Chadd is that he's a musician, and it's neat trait that connects him to the musical roots of Jinx's character. In League, Jinx was the first champion in League to debut with a music video. It was through Jinx's character that Riot and Fortiche begun experimenting League with music. So it's very fitting that Convergence creates a chorus of sorts for Jinx to continue that musical tradition. To add to that, the game's promo posters decided to reestablish Jinx's connections by making her a talented karaoke singer.

The next thing to know about Chadd is that he was the one who planne and organized the Inx to transform a rundown theatre into an airborne concert arena. Red, Ekko's close friend and romantic interest in the game, confirmed that it was Chadd who was the one to make it happen, within a week too. It's an impressive creative feat that's clearly in homage to "Get Jinxed's" aerial imagery. Despite how cool a stunt that was I couldn't see how it was meant to impress Jinx, she was the most destructive thing in the theater... until I read the transcript "Hold me like a Fermata".

A shotgun, a flame thrower... who's funeral were you planning Chadd!??!? Just for context this was a transcript Ekko found of Chadd and the Inx talking about a new weapon (and sound system?) Chadd seemed to have made. I'm sure Chadd was the one who made it because the Fermata is also the name of a musical note that represents a pause (sometimes dramatic) in a score.

If you're familiar with music you might also know that the Fermata has more than one name, it's also referred to as "the Cyclops Eye". That kind of reference to Silco used on a weapon for a later act to honor Jinx couldn't have been lost on the writers because the Eye of Zaun was already found on an Inx hangout.

When I finally noticed all these details I finally got that Chadd is dangerously devoted to Jinx. All the points in his character can only lead us to conclude the real plan wasn't to just play obnoxiously loud music when the theater reached Piltover's heights, it was to destroy Piltover with all the weapons they equipped on it. That's the best idea I can come up with because Jinx immediately throws bombs at their plan to cause havoc in Piltover... for reasons. It does match Jinx's track record at least, usually other dangerous or apathetic champions tend to appreciate her, like Urgot, Renata Glasc, and Khada Jhin.

Even Chadd's concept art communicates that he's probably more devoted to Jinx than rest of the Inx. The way his early design evolves to reflect Jinx's influence could even tell a story. The more this douchey glam rocker finds inspiration in Jinx the more he changes himself and his art to reflect Jinx's impact. Chadd grows his hair out, wears his tattoo of Jinx in the same place she wears hers, and even dresses more like her, but he still retains his own diva personality.

One last thing, the funniest thing about Chadd is the fact that both Ekko and Red seperately ask him to explain himself and what "statement" he's trying to make with the Inx. Chadd just flat out refuses to answer, and even breaks up with Red over that. I thought he was being douche (he was), but then I remembered Jinx doesn't explain herself in game either about the mayhem she causes, she just taunts anyone who asks. The student learns from the master I guess.

Tldr: In the Converegence game and comics the Inx are characterized by mild vandalism and pretentious artists. And I could almost get behind that idea if only Convergence wasn't so heavily biased towards Piltover the dynamics of a group like the Inx could have had a more interesting exploration in their motivations and goals. Also, Chadd is a dipshit and he makes a great follower of Jinx!

#jinx lol #silco #the inx lol #the inx #the inx convergence #the inx conv/rgence #convergence lol #conv/rgence lol #chadd lol #chadd convergence #chadd conv/rgence #does this count as a partial arcane thing? #because silco's eye is used in association with jinx's followers #convergence is filled with so many missed opportunities and absolute wild storytelling decisions #like lets ignore the camille team up and ask why does jinx want to stop people from destroying piltover #why do zaunites feel make a whole celebration for a piltie like jayce? #why in the game is seraphine a source of inspiration for zaunites when she wasn't even born in zaun she was born in piltover #why is the story about a dangerous chembaron family that makes a dangerous artificial lesser quality version of hex crystals when the ferro #family does the EXACT same thing... oh is the production process dangerous the Ferros do the same thing #that's why Zaun Gray exists in the first place in League #league of legends #they just painted the ferros family brownish red instead of blue

[mariandjarin]

The Lady and the Hound of the Underground

A short story written by Bing AI

During one of the visits to the Last Drop, while Lucy was talking with Vander, she heard the melody of the song Mirrorball by Taylor Swift, and she couldn´t stop her desire to sing to Vander, so she started to sing: I want you to know

I'm a mirrorball.

I'll show you every version of yourself tonight.

I'll get you out on the floor.

Shimmering beautiful

And when I break it, it's in a million pieces.

Vander listened to her with admiration and love. Then he leaned close to her and asked her to dance with him.

She accepted

Vander and Lucy Gray danced to the melody of the song. She was singing the lyrics, and Vander looked at her with love and tenderness.

Everyone was surprised at the capture of the heart of the hound of the underground, but he looked very comfortable with his choice, so they didn't do anything to stop him.

Almost at the end of the song, they kissed each other. That was their first kiss.

After that dance, they discovered how much they loved each other and how their love was like a mirrorball that reflected all their versions. That night, they slept together, cuddled, and in peace.

#vander arcane #lucy gray baird #zaun arcane #mirrorball taylor swift #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games

[abitohoney]

Insatiable

CH1 - I Don’t Bite AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6 || CH7

Vampire Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Story Tags: Vampire Sevika, Soft Sevika, liaison reader, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Grinding, Sexual Tension, Biting, Drinking, Smut, Clothed Sex, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Assault, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Minor Character Death, Vampire Silco, vampire Ran, definitely took some creative liberties on vampire lore here, Menstrual Sex, Menstruation Kink, Strap-Ons, Overstimulation

Word Count: 3.3k

Story Summary: As the new liaison between Piltover and the Undercity, you've been guided by the enigmatic escort Ran to meet with their boss- and fearsome criminal kingpin- Silco, as well as his alluring right-hand woman Sevika. You're well aware that plenty of shady things take place in the depths below, but there's something particularly mysterious about these three that you can't quite put your finger on.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

The ride down the lift that carried passengers between the starlit skies of Piltover and the dark bowels of the Undercity was no different that night than any other. Ran, your escort, stood in silence just behind you, uncomfortably close despite there being more than enough room to leave you breathing space. Their ebony lips curled into a small smirk when you peered at them from over your shoulder. You offered a shy smile in return before returning your attention to the iron bars of the gate in front of you.

The clear lights from the lampposts above slowly faded the deeper you traveled, replaced by the sparse neon lights barely visible through the thick smog rising from the sump level in the depths below. It pained you to know there were people forced to live in such conditions, but that was part of your job, the reason you traveled to the Undercity once every week.

- - - - - - - - - -

You had been hired as a liaison to work between the Piltover council and the Undercity’s industrialist Silco. It was your responsibility to oversee negotiations between the two, a bit of a messenger and peacekeeper for lack of a better term. You were a neutral party, working to find terms that would favor, or at least be most agreeable, to both sides.

Your first meeting with Silco and his right-hand woman Sevika had been admittedly both terrifying and unnerving. Though you were privy to many rumors, and excessively debriefed by your employer, it did little to prepare you for seeing them in person.

Silco, criminal kingpin, driven to convert the Undercity into the independent nation of Zaun, was a thin, pale, heavily scarred man that simply exuded power and control. Mismatched eyes; one, sitting among the scarred side of his face- a contrasting fire among a black abyss, the other, arguably just as terrifying in its seeming ability to see your soul- a beautiful shade of blue. Lips thin, pulled into a serious taut line. Dark slicked back hair with trails of silver flowed like an extension of the scar on the left side of his face. Suit tailored as if straight from one of Piltover's finest, a regal mix of dark red, black and gold trimmings and accents. His voice was cool, calm, but with a clipped edge that left no room for arguing. He spoke almost poetically, with metaphors and eloquent rhetoric, clearly far more educated than a majority of his Undercity peers. Though he spoke softly to you, his tone almost sensual in nature, you suspected that could take a frightening turn if he were cross.

Sevika, Silco’s second in command, was equally a sight to behold. Tall, muscular, dark, and brooding. She too donned scars, but considerably smaller, vein-like and glowing a lovely blueish-purple against her rich brown skin. They ran along her left check, traveling down her neck, under her leather choker, then disappeared beneath the collar of her leather top. Her eyes, a rare and lovely shade of gray, glowed eerily red and purple at times. She too had dark hair, cut in a short angled bob, half pulled into a tie at the back of her head. But her most notable and unnerving feature was her left arm; a mechanical, electrical, and hydraulic amalgamation- including gears, tubes, and enough joints and movable components to make it a fully functional extension of her body. She typically kept it hidden between her maroon cape, but you had more than once gotten a glimpse when she lifted that arm or shifted such that her cape fell aside. Sevika's voice was unique too. Deep, a bit raspy, and noticeably sultry. At least it seemed that way when she spoke directly to you. She, however, was more straight to the point with her words. She didn't use fancy language or long-winded stories to convey her thoughts. She said exactly what she was thinking and nothing more. And similar to her employer, she too had a tone you suspected could strike fear into anyone who pushed her buttons.

Even your escort, Ran, another of Siclo’s lackeys, was wrapped in mystery and danger. Though they spoke very little, it only served to drive that fear and unease deeper. Their appearance, though slightly less unnerving than Silco or Sevika, still left the impression they were not someone you’d want to trifle with. Their short, black, choppy hair hung diagonally across their face, obscuring their left eye. Dark black makeup painted their lips and surrounded their eyes, a stark contrast to their pale complexion. A leather harness wrapped around their seemingly out of place crisp white shirt, twin blades resting in the sheaths at their back. Similar to Sevika, Ran’s right hand appeared to be a prosthetic, or included some sort of dark metal covering.

Admittedly, the three of them intrigued you despite the fear they instilled. However, Sevika was the one to have piqued your interest the most.

The meetings, held weekly and late in the evening at Silco's office above his establishment- a bar or club of sorts- always started with just you and Sevika, typically for an hour or two before Silco would finally appear. At first you thought it simply was that he was just a busy man, running late and nothing more. However, after several failed attempts to initiate the discussions you were sent to hold on behalf of the Piltover council with Sevika, you started to suspect she was intentionally calling you in early. For something entirely different.

Each visit Sevika would sit on the large settee beside you, arms spread across the back and legs spread wide, a cigarillo or glass of liquor in her prosthetic hand. Her human hand always rested near your neck, fingers occasionally brushing along the sensitive flesh, subtle enough to be considered unintentional, but it sent chills down your spine each time.

Some nights she would listen to you talk about anything and everything you could come up with. Some nights the two of you would sit in comfortable silence. On rare occasions, she would grace you with little tidbits of her own life, to which you hung on every single word spoken in that enticingly deep voice of hers, your eyes glued to her full lips.

- - - - - - - - - -

You were pulled from your thoughts at the sudden jolt of the lift coming to a stop. Your body lurched forward, not prepared for the abrupt halt.

Ran’s metal hand reached out, finding purchase on your shoulder and preventing you from falling face first into the iron bars.

You gasped softly, quickly grasping one of the bars and righting yourself. “Sorry,” you murmured awkwardly to Ran who then stood beside you. “And thank you.”

Their dark lips pulled into a crooked grin. One that had you wondering if they were amused by your slip. They said nothing though, removing their hand, but not without first dragging the very tip of a metal finger along the side of your neck.

The touch sent chills down your spine. It was so subtle, so casual, you weren’t sure if it was intentional. But you weren’t about to ask.

Ran stepped past you, flashing one last smile to your stunned expression.

You followed, feeling suddenly more apprehensive about the night’s meeting than usual.

You sat on the dark burgundy settee in the dimly lit room of Silco’s office, trying to keep your cool as you waited for his arrival, which over the past few visits had been suspiciously later and later.

Sevika, seated beside you, absentmindedly ran the fingers of her human hand through the hair just above your neck. Twirling the strands, her fingertips brushed along the stretch of sensitive skin below.

It took every ounce of willpower not to simply purr, or let your head roll forward, close your eyes, and just relish in the sensations. You were only brought out of your daze when you heard her husky voice beside you.

"You're a lot prettier than our last liaison."

Turning your head, you peered up at her curiously. Had you heard her right?

Gray eyes, almost glowing in the faint light of the desk lamp several feet away, were trained on your exposed neck. Her dark taupe lips pulled up at one corner of her mouth.

You could feel the heat begin to spread across your cheeks. "Are you- are you trying to court me?" you asked incredulously, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Court?” She chuckled– a deep, sensual little laugh, eyes drifting to yours. “You mean, am I trying to seduce you?"

When you only offered her a shy little smile, she continued in a playful tone, "That depends. Is it working?"

"Yes," you admitted, heat flooding your cheeks and ears when you realized what you just confessed. Before you could attempt to cover it up, she spoke again.

"Then why don't you be a good girl for me and lie down so I can do this properly."

That was not what you’d expected. Not at all. You expected her to be surprised, or put off. She couldn’t possibly have been serious. But she was.

Your chest tightened, the implications of the situation quickly setting in. Any ounce of confidence you had remaining was gone in an instant. And you suddenly felt terribly unprepared for whatever was about to take place.

Sevika must have taken notice, as she tried to coax you on.

"C'mon, sweetheart. I don't bite," she purred, then raised a single brow. “Unless you want me to.”

The sinful curl of her lips revealed pearly white teeth, including a pair of eerily pronounced canines. Thick fingers made a long sensual drag along your neck as her hand left the back of the seat. The cushions rose as the weight of her lifted when she stood to leave you the room necessary to lie back on the large settee.

“What if Silco comes in?” you asked, eyes darting between the door and Sevika’s far too tempting smile.

“He won’t be here for a while,” she assured you.

Again, you were left to wonder if that was intentional. If Sevika had planned these early arrivals to have alone time with you. To do whatever it was she had planned to do right then and there.

Despite your trepidation, you finally complied, pulling your feet up onto the settee and turning to lie across it. As you let your head fall back to rest against the arm, Sevika bent down, looming over you while she grabbed a pillow from behind your arm and placed it in the gap beneath the incline of your upper back and neck.

"Thank you." Your words were so quiet you were uncertain she could even hear you. Your eyes tracked her movement, but you focused on her prosthetic hand, finding it too difficult to look into her eyes.

Her human hand tapped the valley between your thighs, just above your knees.

You lifted your gaze to hers in question.

"Make some room for me, sweetheart." It was a command, but spoken with a hidden promise behind it.

Heart hammering in your chest, your eyes remained on hers as you spread your legs just wide enough for her to place one of her own knees between yours. The other knee came to rest on the opposite side of yours so that she was straddling your leg. Even in her kneeling position she towered over you, blocking what little light the tiny desk lamp could offer.

Your eyes fell to the point where her knee was touching yours, hovering there for a moment before traveling up the length of one of her thick thighs and across the muscular planes of that teasing strip of exposed abs. They continued up over the rise and fall off her soft chest, then the leather choker surrounding her neck. Over those thick, dark, smirking lips, and her pronounced nose, before your gaze finally landed on her gray eyes. Even without the light of the lamp, those eyes somehow seemed to glow in an eerie mix of red and purple.

"You aren't scared are you?" she asked, observing your fraught expression and tense posture.

"No," you whispered with a small shake of your head. "Just- just nervous," you admitted.

Her brows raised as she spoke, "Nervous?"

Averting your attention to the leather bracelet around her wrist you replied shyly, "I- I just don't want to disappoint you."

It wasn’t a complete lie. This was a powerful woman who clearly was experienced, likely much more so than you. And you desperately wished to please her. Though not for the reasons or in the ways you should as liaison. But another part of you also worried if this was right. To allow her to have you like this. This certainly wasn’t part of your job description. Not to mention this could certainly appear as if Sevika was trying to win some sort of favor or advantage in what was supposed to be an even, fair deal between Piltover and the Undercity.

And yet, your body seemed to speak louder than any voice of reason. And your body wanted nothing more than to give Sevika whatever she wanted.

Your gaze slowly drifted back to her seductive grin and glinting eyes.

She placed the palms of her hands on the arm of the settee on either side of your head, her cape further shrouding you in darkness. She bent down to bring her face closer to yours, noses nearly touching. "I'm certain you won't," she purred, her warm breath fanning across your face as you took a deep breath.

You were drowning in her scent; a heady mix of fine liquor, cigarillos, and smoke. Your lips parted and breath hitched as you watched her descend further, mouth inching towards yours. Her head tilted just enough to allow space for her nose to fit beside your own. Heat flooded your body and you closed your eyes. You felt her lips pause a hair's breadth away from yours. The room was utterly silent save for the breaths you two exchanged through parted lips. The heat that had invaded your body was instantly replaced with an ache that concentrated in the apex of your thighs and spread down through your legs. A breathless moan escaped the small gap of your open mouth when you felt the tip of her tongue snake teasingly along your bottom lip. Her name fell from your mouth in a breathless whisper. Suddenly, it felt as though the room had begun to spin.

When her soft lips finally connected with yours in a passionate kiss it nearly took your breath away. Moaning against her mouth, your hands instinctively grabbed the collar of her top, trying to pull her closer while you pressed your mouth to hers fervently. Her nose rubbed along the side of your own, brushing along your cheek when she adjusted the tilt of her head to deepen the kiss.

Her metal hand slid down to rest against the seat to support her body as her human hand slipped under the front of your shirt. It left a trail of heat as she slid it up along your abdomen to cup a breast through the thin material of your bra. Her tongue delved into your mouth, tip gliding hungrily along the backs of your teeth.

When her tongue receded, you attempted to replicate her movements, your tongue dipping into her mouth and brushing along her teeth. The sudden gentle press of a sharp canine into your tongue had you gasping against her mouth.

Her throaty chuckle elicited another deep moan. She released your tongue, only to lick along it with her own.

Releasing your grip on her collar, your hands slipped up and around her neck, burying your fingers in her silky hair.

Sevika moved her mouth to your chin, kissing a line along your jaw. She pressed her knee against the apex of your thighs.

A wave of pleasure rolled through your body. You tilted your head back against the pillows, softly moaning her name.

Her lips pressed against the taut, exposed flesh of your throat. Burying her nose into your neck, she inhaled deeply. A low groan pulled from her chest as she kissed, sucked, and nipped her way to your pulse point. When your fingers pulled at her hair, forcing her mouth closer, she released something akin to a growl.

Your mind was in too much of a daze to determine if that sound was a threat or a result of her pleasure. Either way, it only urged you to pull her even closer.

A pair of surprisingly sharp teeth grazed along that delicate point in your neck, threatening to sink in deep and break the flesh. The fingers that were gently groping your breast moments ago pressed harder into the softness, nails leaving little crescent moons in their wake.

“Sevika,” you moaned wantonly as you ground against her knee.

Her breath was hot and heavy against your skin, as if she was getting off to just the taste and smell of your skin.

Or what was beneath it.

And then, without warning, she was gone. With nothing more than a startling, loud growl of frustration.

You blinked several times, still lost in the haze of arousal. Your hands rested at your sides, fingers twitching at the loss of Sevika’s silky hair between them. As your vision came into focus, you found Sevika standing beside the opposite end of the couch, her back to you. Her body was almost heaving, breaths ragged and shaking her body.

“You need to leave,” she growled quietly without facing you.

“What?” you asked, slowly sitting up.

“I said you need to leave!” she growled, much louder this time as she glared at you from over her shoulder. Her normally gray eyes flashed a bright purple, but her mouth was obscured by her cape.

You wanted to ask why. What you had done wrong. What about the reason you came there in the first place. You hadn’t even had the chance to speak to Silco yet. But her anger, her tone, her glare- it all left no room for questions. So you quickly gathered your bearings, or what little you could, and made your way to the door. With your hand on the knob, you paused. Swallowing hard, you turned one last time towards Sevika.

She still refused to look at you. Even with her cape covering most of her body, you could see- even feel - the tension.

What the hell happened?

With a resigned sigh, you opened the door and stepped out, closing it softly behind you.

Ran stood leaning against the railing not more than a few feet down the hallway. They glanced up at you, their exposed brow raising in surprise.

“I- I guess we need to reschedule,” you explained quietly. You silently prayed Ran wouldn’t ask why. You had no idea what you’d say. You certainly couldn’t tell them that you and Sevika were doing something so unprofessional in Silco’s office.

Why had you even let that happen?

You knew why. Sevika was incredibly attractive. Everything about her exuded power and charisma. But she also seemed to have this oddly soft side beneath that hard exterior. Both sides of her drew you in.

Thankfully, Ran said nothing. Not a word. It was one time you were actually quite grateful for their typical silence.

The walk to the lift and subsequent ride up to Piltover would have been more awkward than usual had your mind not been swimming with questions, worries, and concerns. You just couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. Had Sevika regretted her advances?

As Ran opened the lift gate and watched you step out, you promised yourself you would apologize to Sevika for what had happened next time you met with her.

Assuming there would be a next time.

CH2>>

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes #ran #arcane ran

[archangeldyke-all]

What if sevikas chihuahua and the readers dog start playing with each other at the park while their both walking their dog (like in legally blonde when elles chihuahua went up to that big Rottweiler) and then sevika and the reader end up going on a date?

CUTEEE

men and minors dni

zaun is a dangerous city, especially for someone like you.

a single woman, who lives alone on a first floor apartment? you're a prime target for muggings or burglaries in the undercity.

so, after a particularly scary walk home alone one night, you decide to get a dog.

you go to the shelter and ask for a big dog, something that will protect you and scare off potential attackers.

the attendant smiles and nods and takes you to a small room, then introduces you to sugar.

sugar's a gray pitbull, 60 lbs of pure muscle, and she's wearing a muzzle as the attendant brings her in.

he explains to you that sugar's nervous around men, hence the muzzle, and the second he leaves the room, her low growling and nervous expression melt into pure joy as she waggles her tail hard enough for her butt to shake and the two of you play together.

sugar steals your heart. she's a playful, loving, nervous wreck of a dog, and when she's not busy tapdancing at your feet with excitement, she's resting her chin on your lap and begging you for pats with her big, glossy, puppy eyes.

you take her home with you the next day.

you and sugar become inseparable. your boss lets you take her to work to sit behind the counter while you work alone, in an extra effort to keep your customers in line.

nobody gives you shit anymore. drunk customers don't try to steal, old men don't try to flirt, you don't get catcalled on your walk to and from work, and it's all thanks to your sweet baby, growling and baring her teeth whenever someone gets a bit too close to you.

sugar's nothing but smiles and cuddles when kids or women come into work, turning on her back and waiting for belly rubs, licking kids faces as they giggle, and nudging customers with her cold wet nose, gesturing to the little container of treats you keep on the counter, begging for them to sneak you one.

when you're not working, you're cuddling with sugar at home on your couch or in bed, curled around each other as a tv show plays or you read.

sugar loves chicken, tug of war, and cuddles. but above all else, sugar loves the dog park.

tonight, you're tired and grumpy. you've had a long fucking week, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep until you have to clock back in on monday. so when sugar wakes you up from your after-work nap by pressing her cold wet nose against her face, you almost turn over in bed and go back to sleep. but when her sweet, excited whines start up and she runs to the living room and fetches her leash for you, you can't deny your sweet baby.

grumbling and throwing on a robe, you hook sugar up to her leash and shuffle out of your house, beginning the quick walk to the park.

when you get there, you let sugar off her leash and she immediately starts doing her laps, sniffing and digging and barking with glee. you laugh and shake your head at your furry baby, before pulling a joint out and lighting up.

you relax against the bench, chuckling as you watch sugar run to and fro. behind you, the gate to the dog park clinks, and before you can look over your shoulder to see whose coming in, a teeny, tiny chihuahua runs up to your feet, snarling and yapping at you.

you giggle, and reach down to ruffle the tiny dog's floppy black ears. this seems to satisfy the puppy, and she gives you several licks before running off to mark her territory.

the little dog seems to think that she owns this park, because she barks at any dog who gets within a ten foot radius of her. this doesn't deter sugar, though, and she chases the chihuahua around the perimeter of the park, before the chihuahua turns around to chase sugar. you chuckle. it seems like sugar's made a friend.

"'s that your dog?" a low voice asks. you blink up and jump when your eyes land on a beautiful, tall, broad woman, standing beside your bench. you nod and laugh.

"sugar." you say, introducing your dog. the woman laughs. "you're the chihuahua's mom?" you ask, chuckling. the woman smiles and nods.

"slayer." she says. you cackle.

"seems like our dogs should swap names." you say. the woman chuckles.

"i'm sevika." she says, holding a hand out for you to shake. you smile and introduce yourself, scooting over on your bench to make room for the woman to sit.

you and sevika chat for hours as sugar and slayer play, sniff, and explore together. it's only when the park ranger comes by to kick you out that either of you realize how much time has passed. it doesn't matter, though, because after that night, you and sugar run into sevika and little slayer almost every evening.

sugar and slayer become best friends. you and sevika do too.

once you finally start dating (sevika invited you and sugar over for a 'play date' but then locked sugar and slayer in her bedroom, and turned the play date into a regular date with you, cooking you dinner and splitting a bottle of wine with you) sugar and slayer become inseparable.

for the first few months of your relationship, before the two of you move in together, any time one of you visits the other at their place, you bring your dogs along, so the two can cuddle and play while you and sevika also cuddle and play ;)

but once you guys move in together, sugar and slayer become a package deal.

slayer cries every morning when you and sugar leave for work, until you just give in and start taking both dogs with you.

if sugar's laying somewhere, you can bet your ass you'll find little slayer cuddled right up against her, or on some occasions, right on top of her.

both sugar and slayer are bed hogs, and there have been several occasions when you and sevika finally turn into bed, only to find your sleeping fur babies cuddled up on top of your spots. (you're both suckers, so you always let them sleep, pulling out the pull out couch for the two of you to sleep on for the night as the dogs sleep in your bed.)

cuddled up in bed one night beside sevika, you laugh as you watch slayer lick sugar's ear clean, grooming her best friend. you nudge sevika and she smiles at you.

"what're you laughin' at?" she asks. you gesture to your dogs on the foot of the bed.

"they're so cute. they're just like us." you say. sevika laughs.

"right, because i'm so petite and you're definetly the guard dog between the two of us." she teases you as she rolls her eyes. you just giggle.

"no, dumbass, you're sugar, i'm slayer. you've got the bite, and the scary claws and teeth and stuff, but you're really just a softie on the inside. and i'm your slayer, cute as hell and always bossin' you around." you say. sevika considers this and then smiles.

"you do yap a lot." she says. you giggle and elbow your girlfriend, and she pulls you against her side, kissing your scalp as she scratches your back. you relax into her, and in minutes, all four of you are asleep and snoring on the bed.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #i'm SOOOO glad someone brought up baby slayer again i have so many thoughts about her and sevika sdjlksdls #this is so cute thank u for such a cute prompt anon <33

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

I don’t know, I can’t swallow the arguments posed by some amateur ‘class conscious’ and marxist critics of shows like Arcane have where “the villain made good points and the writers were too cowardly to put their all in revolution so they wrote in some stuff that made him evil to show that revolution is bad.’

Like what moment did you think that Silco was a good guy, and what point did you think that the revolution was being portrayed as bad? Ekko is RIGHT there not disagreeing with the need for change but very much disagreeing with how Silco is literally poisoning Zaun in his efforts to make weapons and scary super soldiers. Silco reluctantly and cynically understands that ‘base violence’, or the threat of it, is necessary to force change but where Silco gets it wrong is that he’s willing to sacrifice the well-being of his own people to achieve it. You can have a militant revolution and not poison your people. You can have a violent uprising and not force children to work in dangerous toxic factories, but for Silco, such exploitation is all he knows, because that exploitation is what got Piltover their prosperity and results, so in Silco’s mind the same exploitation is alright because it will be for Zaun’s benefit.

The writers of Arcane didn’t just randomly tack on some evil moments to Silco’s character to undermine his cause. The man’s final form is from the ground up a complex character sketch of how the violence of poverty can turn you down several different paths. You become a Silco, a Vander, an Ekko, a Powder, a Vi.

Do you think that gangs in real life are some knights in shining serving their communities? No, they’re terrorizing it same as the police. They’re poisoning their neighborhoods with drugs and weapons and intimidating shops and luring kids with no future prospects into violent lives. The only difference between them and Silco is that Silco is a Thomas Shelby/Don Corleone type, an echo of the early 20th century organized crime boss who has the business acumen and political savoire faire to match and mirror any of their ‘legitimate’ oligarch counterparts.

Silco is not a political leader who happens to do ‘counterproductive criminal things’ that are then supposed to be intended by the writers as ‘see? Revolution bad’. He was an aggrieved socioeconomically marginalized man who threw himself into the gray-black world of unregulated drug and weapon manufacturing because those avenues granted a modicum of power and money back to the community (see the tweet about Vander and Silco setting up the Lanes with smuggling. That was to take back some economic power denied to them by Piltover). Silco distinguished himself by wanting to go further. He wanted to use what resources Zaun had to fight for its independence. Of course he was a criminal and did criminal things. Being poor in Zaun is a crime and a punishment in the eyes of Piltover. When fighting for the right to exist is a crime, when basic luxuries and staples of decent living are inaccessible except through illegal channels, do you honestly not expect or understand why men like Silco might want to push the envelope further? Why the exploitation and violence (inherent to scarcely fettered capitalism) inflicted upon them might not then be internalized and reflected back onto the world in retaliation? Do you not expect men like Silco to be moulded from these circumstances, to be a bit wayward and skewed in their morals and values? Like what the hell are we even doing here.

#arcane #silco

[cassifictional]

Just one night

Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader

Tags: nsfw, mdni please. Bottom reader, gentle sex, little bit of praise, genitals mostly unspecified, reader crushing on Sev, reader’s a bit inexperienced/shy.

Summary: You’re cold, it’s winter and your heating is broken. You need to find some place to warm up for the night. Just so happens that Sevika’s place is rather close to yours. It’s like the start of a bad porno and you’re not even going there with those intentions. But things don’t always turn out the way you expect.

Word count: 4.1k (buckle up)

Notes: I know it’s summer. This is a winter fic. I know a lot of places are experiencing heatwaves right now. This fic is about it being cold. I can do whatever I want.

I can start a taglist for any future Sevika fics. Comment if you wanna be added to that list!

You let out a sigh of relief as you entered The Last Drop and felt its toasty air and atmosphere wrap a warm blanket around you. A dank and smelly blanket with a few beer stains on it, sure, but a blanket nonetheless. Outside it was freezing cold and you didn’t want to be out there a minute longer than was absolutely necessary.

You didn’t mind a bit of cold, but the weather lately had been more than just a little cold. Even deep down in the streets of Zaun a thin blanket of gray, polluted snow could be found covering the streets and homes. Snow usually didn’t reach that far down. It had to be really fucking cold for it to not melt instantly. To be inside right now was a blessing. The Last Drop somehow always seemed to maintain a consistent temperature regardless of the weather conditions. It was always vaguely humid and warm inside, reeking of cheap booze and sweat. Horrible in the summer, but not so bad in the winter. There would always be a mostly clean glass and an empty seat left for you. Shitty but reliable. Like an old car.

You took off your coat as you made your way over to the small group of people sitting in the corner of the bar. Laughing voices, the sound of glasses clinking. Sitting in the best seat of the bar was Sevika, surrounded by her challengers for the night, who by the looks of it hadn’t realized yet just how much money they would be losing to her over the next hour or two. One empty seat was left by Sevika’s side. Reserved just for you, her favorite opponent. You had been crushing on her for a while now, but sadly she hadn’t seemed all that interested in you. What she was interested in however, were your skills. You had beaten her at cards on one or two occasions, which earned you a spot at this very special table with her. Most of the time she would beat you anyway, but it was fun to spend time with her. Watching her play was intriguing to you, she just looked so good doing it. And watching people lose all their money to her never got old.

Sevika shot you a quick glance as you approached the table. The people playing didn’t quite notice you standing there.

“You’re late.” Sevika said, looking back down at her cards. You knew she didn’t say it to be mean when you saw her pat the seat beside her, inviting you to sit down.

“Sorry. Had to work overtime.” you explained as you sat down, waiting for the next game to start so you could join.

“I thought maybe you froze on your way here.” she snickered softly, clearly only meant for you to hear.

“It was close. I only lost three toes to frostbite this time.”

“I hope you still have all your fingers left. You’re gonna need them.” Sevika said as she ended the game, winning as you had expected. Disgruntled noises all around, you too were given a hand of cards to join in the next round. You quietly fantasized about warming your freezing body up next to Sevika as you waited for your turn.

As expected, Sevika won all succeeding rounds. After a highly amusing evening of affectionately watching Zaun’s scariest lady crush the egos of her poor opponents, those opponents left the table one by one until it was just you and Sevika left. Only without the prying eyes of all those around you would she even consider playing a serious game against you. The chances that she would lose to you were small, but very much a possibility. But she would only consider such a defeat in the privacy of those closest to her. Which just so happened to be you right now.

“Your turn. Focus.” she said, snapping you out of your daydream. “Quit staring at me, you now that won’t help you win.”

“Right. Sorry. I get distracted easily.” Flustered, you placed your next card down on the table. Sevika quickly put down hers.

“Another win for me.” she grinned, gathering up the cards for the next round. You dug around in your pockets for the money you now owed her.

“Keep your coins.” she waved dismissively at you. “I’ve won enough tonight. We’re not playing for money right now.”

“Oh, thank god.” you said relieved as you studied the new cards in your hand. You took a second to appreciate Sevika in the moment, smiling at yet another victory, blowing out small puffs of smoke from the cigarillo in between her lips. She looked so relaxed and in her element like this, simply studying her cards for the next round. You got lost in her eyes as she looked up at you.

“Huh?”

“Your turn.” she gestured at the cards in your hand.

“Oh, sorry.”

Sevika frowned at you as you put down your next card, which wasn’t a good one to start with.

“You’re not focused. I can tell you’re elsewhere with your thoughts.”

Her frown shifted a little to something almost resembling concern, or maybe just curiosity. “What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at her deep gray eyes again, for a moment considering telling her the truth.

“Just.. the cold.” you lied. “The, uh, heating in my apartment is iffy. I’m just concerned it’ll be freezing in there when I get home.”

“Nothing an extra blanket or two can’t fix.” she said, putting down another card as you considered your next move.

“Right.” you mumbled quietly, already mentally beating yourself up for not being a little more brave. You wanted to tell her you’d rather just cuddle up to her all night and bask in her beauty and warmth, but you couldn’t. The fear of her reaction to it was too great.

You stewed in your own thoughts as you both continued to put down cards. Only when you were both down to your last few cards did you realize you were actually winning. One last card and it was over. You had won and Sevika had lost. She actually seemed to be almost pleased with your victory.

“Impressive.” she complimented, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. “I think that’s my sign to call it a night.”

Like clockwork on nights like these, you both went your separate ways, to meet again another evening in that musty old bar. The outside air felt painfully cold as you exited the building and for a moment you considered simply crashing on a couch somewhere in a quiet corner in the bar, just to ensure you wouldn’t be freezing all night. Your bed did sound a lot more comfortable than some stinky old couch, though.

Your fingers and your toes were already going numb by the time you arrived at your apartment. Praying to whatever god would listen, you hoped that your heating had managed to keep up while you had been gone. But to your dismay, when you opened the door, the familiar warm and cozy air didn’t greet you as it usually would. Instead, the air felt unusually chilly. A sign that your heating had failed, just as you had predicted earlier that evening. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. A handyman might be able to fix it for you in the morning. For now, there was little more to do than to gather up all the blankets in your home and pile them onto your bed so you could attempt to get some rest.

It didn’t take you long to realize that it was actually a lot colder than you had initially thought. Even underneath your mountain of blankets, the cold somehow made its way through every single one of them. Despite your whole body shivering, you felt yourself only getting colder and colder. A thin layer of frost coating the inside of the windows was the last sign you needed to realize that you would be better off spending the night elsewhere. You could think of a few places you would love to warm up in. One in particular.

A little while later and you were back out on the streets. Even less people were out at this time of night and those who were seemed equally as uncomfortable as you. The snow quietly crunched underneath your feet as you walked, staining your shoes with the soot and dust mixed into it. Your thoughts ran wild as you imagined warming yourself up to the one person you desired most right now, Sevika, holding you close to her strong and beautiful body, eliminating any last sign of cold from the world around you. How much you would have loved to go to her right now. But you didn’t feel brave enough. Didn’t know how she would react. Couldn’t risk it. So you had planned on crashing on the couch of a trusted friend for tonight.

Holding your arms around yourself for any semblance of warmth, you suddenly found yourself standing still in the middle of the street. Had your feet finally frozen to the icy ground below you? You looked down, but aside from being covered in polluted slushy grime, they didn’t appear to be immobilized. As if your body had stopped itself from moving forward. You looked around to get a feeling for your surroundings before you would try and continue your journey to your friend’s place. The lights were on in a building to your left. You felt your heart skip a beat when you realized where exactly your body had subconsciously stopped itself from walking further. It was Sevika’s place.

You held your breath for a second as if you were afraid that she would catch you standing there like a creep. But then, you felt all of your thoughts and concerns go out the window in an instant. Before you knew it, your body had walked you towards Sevika’s door and made you knock on it, almost entirely on autopilot. Only when your body let you get back to your senses was it that you realized what you had just done. You wanted to run but your feet felt frozen to the ground again. Maybe you realized that it would be an even worse idea to ding dong ditch the scariest woman in Zaun and risk getting caught. And thus, the situation you had been imagining all evening was suddenly unfolding itself. Somehow.

You heard Sevika call you by your name from behind the door, sounding rightfully confused as she saw you standing there through the peephole. Thankfully, she opened the door for you.

“What are you doing here?” she sounded genuinely more perplexed than annoyed in this moment.

You stumbled over your words for a few seconds, looking for the right words, but the autopilot had long since been disconnected and you were left on your own once again.

“My.. my -uh, the heating broke, my apartment, it- it’s cold and I.. uhm, I‘m just looking for.. some place to stay, I guess..” you stammered.

“Okay..” she said, still glaring at you with a questioning look on her face. “Why come here?”

“I was on my way to ah- uh.. to a friend, but it’s kinda far away..” you found yourself unable to look away from her intense stare. “Your lights were on. I thought..”

“Thought what?”

“That you might be able to.. help me out? Let me stay for just one night?”

You felt the back of your neck become sweaty from the nerves, despite it being way too cold for that.

Her suspicious stare finally faded, as if she was relieved to find out you didn’t show up here in the middle of the night to ask her to fix your heating for you. Then, the corner of her mouth curled upwards into a light smirk, her expression showing you something you interpreted as interest. Or maybe she just felt sorry for you.

“Just one night?” she asked.

“Yes. I’ll get someone to fix it all in the morning.”

“Alright. Well, in that case..” she made a welcoming gesture, “come in.”

You quietly thanked her and scurried inside, deeply sighing once the toasty warm air inside the place enveloped your body. Oh, this was SO much better. No more numb fingers and toes. Inside it was so comfortably warm that you bet you could fall asleep just about anywhere in the room if given the chance. But the couch would do just fine. You didn’t want to be bothering her even more than you already were. God knows what she must be thinking about you right now. Imbecile. Showing up at this hour in this weather.

“Sorry for using your place like a motel.” you apologized to Sevika as you looked around her room. By Zaun’s standards, it was nice. Clean and classy. And the couch looked extra inviting right now.

“That’s alright.” she hummed as she walked off to the kitchen, leaving you by yourself in the living room.

“What’s the rate for tonight?” you laughed nervously in an attempt to relieve the awkward tension.

“Tonight? Free.” you heard her chuckle back at you.

You sat yourself down on the couch, unsure what else to do with yourself, still holding arms tightly around yourself for comfort. Still not quite realizing how the hell you had managed to put yourself into this situation. Just being around Sevika was already so exciting, but being at her place? Even just to sleep on her couch? That was way more than you could have hoped for on a night like this.

“I can’t thank you enough, honestly.” you said, moving one of the small pillows beside you so you could rest your head on it later, “This is heaven compared to my place right now. I’ll just sleep right here if that’s ok, I don’t want to bother you any more than I already am.” you glanced around the room, searching for a blanket.

“Oh.” you heard Sevika say, who had reentered the room by now. “I think I may have misread the situation then.”

She had stopped halfway across the living room with two glasses of what looked like liquor in her hands.

“I. I- uh..” you felt yourself go beet red as you were unable to reply to her.

“I thought this was a hookup. My bad.” she said calmly.

“No- I mean, uh, I really just.. my heating really is broken.. I’m- I..”

Back on autopilot, AGAIN. Autopilot? Did you just say NO? This is sabotage! Sabotage!

Of course you wanted to. But the one time you needed your subconscious confidence to take over, it was suddenly malfunctioning for reasons unknown.

“Don’t worry about it.” she reassured.

How was she being so calm and cool about this?

She placed the glass of liquor in front of you. “Have a drink anyway. It’ll warm you up.”

“Thanks. Sorry, I’m-“

“I already said it’s fine.” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “Drink up. I’ll get you a blanket.”

You watched her leave the room as you attempted to get any coherent words out of your mouth, but to no avail.

Worst autopilot ever. Maybe you needed to go see a mechanic for your brain as well as your heating.

Sevika soon returned, handing you a blanket before excusing herself for the night. You watched her leave the room for the last time that night as she flicked off the lights in the living room behind her and closed the door. Then silence. Horrible, embarrassing silence.

You grabbed the glass of liquor off the table and downed it all at once. For warmth or to help you forget about what just happened as quickly as possible. How the hell did you manage to put yourself in the most perfect situation and somehow still fuck it up in the end? You threw yourself down face first into the pillow and threw the blanket over yourself, eager to hide your shame, hide away from the world and from her.

The blanket smelled like her. The pillow smelled like her. Even the taste of the sweet liquor remaining in your mouth reminded you of the way her usual drink at the bar would smell. There was really no getting away from her, was there?

Still beating yourself up over what you just did, you let the blanket slide off of your face so you could peer around the room again. The lights from the streets outside cast soft shadows on the floor and the walls. Your eyes drifted to the door through which Sevika had disappeared earlier. There was still light shining from underneath it.

What if..

What if you..

You felt a knot form in your stomach. Could you? Were you that brave?

A deep breath. Then another.

You kicked the blanket off of yourself and sat up straight before rising to your feet.

You had to. When would you ever get a chance like this again?

Two soft knocks on her door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

You tried to control your breathing as you slowly opened the door. Your face must have been bright red, but you tried not to care.

Sevika was sitting on her bed, screwdriver in hand, working on her metal arm. Why she had chosen to do that at this hour, you didn’t know. Didn’t care. She had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie. Only a hoodie, by the looks of it.

“Do you need anything?” she asked, briefly looking up from her work. “You can help yourself to anything in the fridge. Just stay away from the liquor cabinet.”

“I.. um..” you started to say.

“Really having trouble forming full sentences today, huh?” she snickered.

“I changed my mind.” you stated quietly.

“Changed your mind?” she asked, putting the tool down and looking up at you. “Wait. Oh.”

She smiled.

“Glad you did. Seems like it’s my lucky day after all.”

You looked at each other for a moment. Sevika oozing with confidence, you feeling like the butterflies in your stomach could come bursting out at any second.

“Can you.. can you make this a little less awkward? Please?” you laughed anxiously.

Sevika wordlessly got up from her bed and slowly made her way towards you, all the while you were feeling like your heart might give out from beating so fast. She stopped right in front of you, standing so close you could almost feel the heat radiating from her body, and raised one of her hands to gently hold you by your chin. Skin on skin, her hand felt so good and warm against you. You had to focus to keep your legs from turning to jelly.

“You’re nervous.” she spoke quietly, stroking her thumb against your lips. “Don’t be. You’re beautiful.”

You wanted to answer, but you found yourself lost in her sweet words and beautiful eyes. Before you could even try to lean in for a kiss, she let go of your chin and walked back to where she had been sitting on the bed before, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Sitting back down, she patted her lap, inviting you to come closer.

“Come. Sit.”

To your relief, you could manage to unfreeze your feet from the floor of your own accord this time. You quietly made your way over to her, trying not to stumble and fall over as you climbed onto the bed and onto her lap. Her metal arm quickly found its way around your waist, pulling you closer to her body in a smooth motion. You had to stifle a moan at the feeling of her muscular body so close to yours. Upon closer inspection, she was definitely not wearing anything underneath that hoodie.

“What a treat.” she grinned. “Funny how things go sometimes.”

“I’m still not sure that this is actually happening.” you laughed nervously, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

Her free hand made its way back to your chin, sliding over your cheek and finally to the back of your head, where Sevika let her fingers comb through your hair.

“I’ll go easy on you. Feel like I’m gonna break you otherwise.” she whispered, slowly pulling your head closer towards her own. You could feel her breath on your lips. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” you replied breathlessly before closing the distance between you until your lips finally met hers. Finally. She felt soft yet rough and so warm against you. She invited you to open your mouth, her tongue effortlessly slipping in the second you let her.

Sevika’s grip on your waist and the back of your head intensified. Subconsciously, you let your hips roll forward into hers, guided by the rough metal appendage on your back. A content hum escaped her mouth through the deep kiss, like music to your ears. She let go of the back of your head and used both of her hands to help you take off all the clothes on your upper body. Feeling bare and exposed, you leveled the playing field a bit by fully zipping down her hoodie, exposing her bare chest. Quiet laughs escaped you both as you took a second to just ogle each other. The view was excellent, as you had expected.

“Now I know why you were staring at me all evening at the bar.” she grinned, sliding her hands over your chest and down to the front of your pants. “Like what you see?”

You nodded, eagerly rolling your hips forwards again as she unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. She continued to further tease you a little through the fabric of your clothes.

“Please Sev.” you panted, feeling like you could come even from her just continuing to tease you like this.

“So eager. Well, alright. Because you asked so nicely.”

Her hand disappeared into your underwear and this time you could not keep down your moaning as she touched you lightly, teasingly at first. Her metal arm behind you pulled you in close again, pushing your bare chests together. She quickly found a rhythm that worked for you, intense but still not as forceful as you had expected her to be. Seems like she was keeping her promise of being gentle with you.

All your nerves had long since disappeared. Your thoughts of oh god is this happening is this real had as well. In this moment, it was just you and her. And god, was she good. Sloppy kisses mixed with her kissing her way down your neck, it felt hypnotizing.

Within minutes, you found yourself getting close. Much faster than you usually would. She was just using her one hand, but she was using it so well. So well. So well..

“Ah.. ah.. Sev.. I’m.. I’m..!”

You panted as she sent you over the edge, almost startling yourself with just how fast she had gotten you there. Your whole body trembled as she expertly fucked you through it.

“So good for me..” she whispered into your ear as you rode it out.

You almost fell back onto the mattress as the tension finally left your body, but Sevika was holding you tight and seemed to have no intention of letting you go just yet. She simply watched you as you struggled to compose yourself. Then, you felt her large, calloused hand get right back to work.

“Ah- Give me a second, I need to..” you mumbled, halfheartedly trying to push her hand away.

“Think you can give me another one?” she asked, looking you in the eyes.

“I.. yes..”

“Good. You’re doing so well for me.” she smiled.

It didn’t take her long to get a second orgasm out of you. You were fully at her mercy by now and you were both enjoying it immensely. The second round only lasted a few minutes before you felt your body tense up again and release all over Sevika’s hand. By the way she was looking at you, you could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying all of this. But she also realized just how tired you were getting by now, and perhaps she was too after such a long night.

She gently shifted from sitting down to lying down, letting you rest on top of her chest. Her mechanical arm continued to rest on your back, now slowly rubbing up and down. A comforting sensation, despite it being made entirely out of sharp metal.

“This is not how I expected to end my night.” Sevika whispered.

“Me neither.” you replied, still out of breath but feeling extremely satisfied.

“Are you still cold?”

“After all that? No. You’ve warmed me up quite well.” you laughed quietly against her chest.

“Good. Hope you didn’t get too comfy on the couch before, ‘cause you’re staying here tonight.” she said, pulling you in a bit closer.

“I’d love that.”

Notes: hot damn, that was fun to write. I can really tell I’m getting back to my regular ol’ self with how much I’m enjoying writing smut again.

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #cat writes

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ~ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: It had been weeks since you have genuinely spent time with Sevika, and frankly, you missed her. Communication is important in any relationship, right? So you make it a point to tell her and well...that goes wonderfully (it doesn't).

Sevika comes around though, she always does. Because your relationship is more than just a stupid little argument.

Pairing: Sevika x Reader

Warnings: Some light arguing, nothing much. It's Hurt/Comfort lol.

Authors Note: Haha! I have finally gotten around to writing Sevika, lmao. I was nervous to write for her for the longest time because I adore her so much I didn't want to mess it up, but this prompt was sitting in my mind for a few days so I just had to write about it lol. I hope you enjoy!

The early hours of the morning in Zaun were of the sparse times when the bustle of the Underground had quieted, it was thoroughly a city that lived at night after all. This didn’t mean it was any less beautiful though, in its unique kind of way. The few rays of sun that could reach this far down shined through the windows of the apartment you lived in, painting the room in a green-tinted glow and effectively pulling you out of your slumber.

With a groan you curl into yourself a bit to escape the day for a little while longer and flop onto your side to look at Sevika, hoping you could get her to do the same.

It seemed as though you were the early riser of the two of you today you thought to yourself with surprise as you admired her in the light, her firm expression softened as she slept. With light fingers you trailed them over her light blue scars, their pulsing slowed with the peaceful beat of her heart. Smiling to yourself you watch as an eyebrow twitched, once, twice, before steely gray eyes met yours sleepily.

“Morning, baby,” she says, her morning voice making it lower than usual and had you forcing back a shiver at her tone.

“Good morning, my love.” The pet name has Sevika smiling back at you softly for a moment before she tiredly trails a hand down her face, already moving to get out of bed even though she had just woken up.

It was like this every day. Despite the fact that mornings were the few times that you and Sevika could spend together in the day, she was more than eager to escape them as soon as possible. From morning to late at night she was at work, you hardly saw her at all anymore as she drowned in work that had to be done. It had been like this for weeks, the only sign she was still around was when she pulled you close late at night or now.

You didn't say anything because you understood her job's importance; she wanted to repaint Zaun in the light of her choosing and make it a better place. So you said nothing usually, but you couldn’t stop yourself today. You missed her, more than anything. Missed the times when she would pull you close to her on the couch simply talking about the day, or when you would both go to The Last Drop to drink the night away. Now those times were few and far between.

So before she could climb out of bed you grasped onto her waist, sitting up so you could hug her from behind as she sat up.

“Please…stay home today Sev. We hardly see each other anymore, I…I’ve missed you” you say softly but firmly, not wanting to be brushed off. Shifting a bit so you could see her expression you watched as a flash of annoyance went through her eyes, but regardless you pressed forward. “Surely one day off wouldn’t be so much?,” you reason, “You work so hard, after all, anyone would be a fool to not see that.”

A sharp sigh. “Don’t make this harder than it already is baby, a job is a job,” she says simply, nudging your arms away and brushing you off just like that before getting out of bed and walking over to the dresser.

Your heart pangs with hurt as you realize she completely disregarded your feelings, and unwillingly tears well up in your eyes from frustration and sadness but you blink them back.

“Yeah, but the world doesn’t stop the moment you relax for a bit, Sevika. This can’t be good for you, and besides, Silco and his goons can more than manage,” you argue.

“Enough, I won’t hear any more of this,” she says, not even turning back to look at you, her tone final.

“Fine,” you mutter, before flipping over so your back is turned to her and cuddling into your pillow in place of her. Tears flow hotly down your face, and you try to stifle your sobs since you didn’t want to seem pathetic in front of Sevika. It worked for a while, but when you heard her footsteps leave the room, it was like a dam exploded as you sobbed.

She didn’t come back for the rest of the day.

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To be honest, you had no will to be productive after the argument you and Sevika had in the morning, instead turning to mope around the house all day. Later in the evening, you settled on the couch to read, a blanket wrapped around your body like a protective barrier to the outside world. It was pretty nice.

You lost yourself in the words, transported to the world of your choosing. You had been lucky enough to learn how to read growing up, a luxury not so common in the Undercity, so whenever you could you brought it upon yourself to read.

All of a sudden the click of the lock draws you out and back into the waking world, and you watch the door as it opens and Sevika makes her way through. You couldn’t help the look of surprise that passed over your face, this was the earliest she had been back home in ages, you thought to yourself. Regardless, you turned back to the words and promptly ignored her. If there was one thing you were, it was petty, although you had to admit it warmed your heart to see her trying to be more present despite the argument the two of you had.

Despite your eyes on the page your focus was anywhere but on it. You heard the clink of keys on the countertop, her heavy boots loud as she stepped around before taking them off. Before long, the usual scent of Sevika filled the room, a mix of cigarette smoke and pine, comfort.

You heard her sigh before she made her way over to you, settling down on the couch by your side. You both waited for a moment, the air heavy with hesitancy before she wrapped you up in her arms, blanket and all and pulled your back to her chest holding you close.

“I can tell you don’t want want to talk right now baby, but I just needed to say I…” she hesitates for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen once more in surprise. Arguments in any relationship were inevitable, you and Sevika were no different, but she was never one to apologize. Instead, she would make it up to you in other ways, so hearing her say sorry almost made you want to cry again.

“I should have heard you out before getting short with you. Work has been…difficult lately, but that’s not an excuse I can give. There is none, frankly, I was shitty and I haven’t been spending enough time at home where I should be, by your side. I talked to Silco about it because you were right, I’m not the only person capable of doing jobs. Maybe the only one who can do them properly,” she scoffs, which makes you laugh lightly, “but still. I’ll be around more often, I promise,” she finishes before quieting again, waiting to hear what you have to say.

You wiggle around in her grasp for a moment and she lets you go immediately, a sound of displeasure coming from her throat as she probably thought you were trying to leave. But you were only trying to turn around to face her, and that was a bit difficult when she had effectively turned you into a human burrito with the blanket.

Straddling her waist you throw your arms over her neck.

“It’s alright Sev, I forgive you,” you say, pressing your lips to her cheek chastely. “That’s all I wanted, I have missed you a lot lately.” Sevika has a far-off look in her eyes for a moment, regret flashing through them.

“I’ve…missed you too baby,” she says before she grasps your chin between her fingertips and captures your lips between hers in a passionate and tender kiss.

“But you won’t have to anymore,” she grins.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HOPE THAT WAS OKAY LMAO.

#i love her so much #big buff scary wifey #idk why this prompt lived in my head but here we are #sevika #sevika arcane #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika arcane x reader #sevika x y/n #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane imagines #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane fics #league of legends fanfiction #arcane league of lesbians #league of lesbians

[lullabyes22-blog]

Regardless of the situation, can we agree that Silco’s child with either Mel or Sevika would be one of the most beautiful (and potentially dangerous) humans in Runeterra? Either woman’s darker complexion, tall stature and full mouth combined with Silco’s bladelike nose, lithe grace and keen mind. Begotten by Melco, their eyes would be a stunning turquoise; Silvika’s kid would have stormy blue-gray irises. Although honestly, I feel like the latter would make a better leader for Zaun since they’d likely have both Silco’s cunning/intellect in addition to Sevika’s pragmatism and streetwise instinct (although knowing those two, the kid would likely grow up to be an absolute sex fiend 😬).

Ohhhh - the kid would be an absolute scourge of nations, in terms of sheer ruthlessness or intellect.

I actually picture it as being a boy in Sevika's case (simply because the father's genetics determine the baby's gender, and Silco's family tree is all boys in FnF). The kid would be a Daddy's boy through and though, with Sevika being the more disciplinarian type - to the point the kid goes, "Yes, ma'am, no ma'am," whenever addressing her, and runs to the door to say hello and help with bags when she returns home, like a little soldier greeting their captain. Meanwhile with Silco, he'd be indulged and given lots of space to get up to all sorts of mischief, similar to how Silco himself did as a boy. They'd have a million inside jokes that Sevika wouldn't be up on, which would irritate her to no end.

"What is so goddamn FUNNY?"

Silco, with Junior on his knee, both of them poring at a storybook: "You wouldn't get it."

Sevika: >(

Ultimately, the boy would end up salving a lot of Silco's hurts re: Vander, and the privations of their boyhood. He'd grow up a Zaunite to the core: cool-tempered, sharp-spoken, and an absolute beast in a brawl.

Also dggds imagine if he went the other extreme and instead of a sex fiend, he'd have one childhood sweetheart whom he'd partner up with as an adult, and stay happily monogamous throughout his life.

Sevika: "...Really?"

Silco: "...I wonder where we went wrong?"

In Mel's case, I can picture it as a girl, and the demure replica of her mother, which gives Silco a big dose of heartache (and headache) whenever he looks at her, and has him treating her in a similar way to how he'd interact with Mel: almost wryly courteous, holding the door open for her and pulling out a chair for his 'little lady', and bantering with her about everything from global affairs to fashion. She'd be wickedly cultured by age eight, and critiquing high art and politics by age twelve.

I can also see her going a similar diplomatic route as Mel, and being quite literally a silver-tongued peacemaker for Runeterran conflicts (many of them triggered by her older sister, Jinx, oops >.>). She'd also have a fair bit of colonial guilt re: Piltover's legacy and Noxus' history of conquest, given Papa spent time reciting works of revolutionary poetry and working-class pride at her all the way from the cradle.

I can also see a similar Mel/Ambessa tension developing between her and Silco re: her lack of cutthroat ability when it comes to survival. Although unlike Ambessa it would drive Silco to be much more protective (re: interfering) in her daily affairs as opposed to banishing her for his own benefit.

Yay, let's pass on generational trauma in newer and more exciting ways<3

#asks #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #arcane sevika #sevika #arcane mel #mel #mel medarda #ambessa medarda #melco #silco x mel #sevilco #silco x sevika #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo

[a-gal-with-taste]

What Is Seen (Oneshot)

Summary: The scars are not all you see, when you look at him. And in this moment of peace, warmth and closeness, you take the time to study them... and perhaps, finally, tell the Eye of Zaun what you truly see, when you see him.

Tags: Winter/Holiday Fic, cuddling, mentions of hurt/comfort, romance, some humor, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff because I said so, sleepy kissing, Happy Holidays!

Silco X GN!Reader | 1397 Words | AO3

Too many gave too much attention to his scars, in your humble opinion. 

Admittedly, you had been the same when hired. Momentarily frozen under the sight of crackled-gray, fitted with blood red enveloped in pitch-black. 

It had struck you, haunted you long-after that first meeting, and lingered in your mind. Standing out as a permanent fixture in your thoughts, for days to come, until your next meeting. 

The meeting following after that meeting, you stopped paying attention to the scars. And, though he'd never truly admit it, you imagined that's when Silco began to pay attention to you as well. 

Love didn't come quickly, but the attraction certainly did. Magnetic forces brought together under the guise of business as he built-up his empire, and you eased-in the supplies with a finesse he quietly appreciated. 

But it wasn't your tactics and reliability that made him call you back, and likewise, it wasn't his scars that drew you in. 

Many claim his ruin-eye to be one of fire. True, but also nonsense; the green is far more in its bare intensity, often barely holding back tides of pure, raw thoughts and emotion in that seagreen gaze. 

It was that seagreen that drew you in, lost you in its depths, again and again, until you forgot the scars entirely. 

Forgot who Silco was sometimes, even. The danger of the sea didn't scare you, after your presence became something more than occasional - in fact, a part of you welcomed the drowning. 

And when at last, talks of business ceased, soon with all attempts at speaking failing as your lips found his, you indeed found the drowning delectable, addictive, and magnetic... 

You were more than happy to drown, again and again. 

Silco, though he never said it aloud, was more than pleased you were so-willing to fall to the depths with him. 

And so, you forget the scars. Quite impossible, yet so simple to cast them from your mind as time goes by, as brushes of skin and lips become more frequent, and less hidden. They simply didn't matter, and you so rarely took notice of them when his low-words and expert hands were far, far more all-encompassing. 

Which is why, in this moment of peace, you study your love - and more importantly, those scars everyone seems to fixate on. 

The fire before you both no-longer roars, but exhibits a heat that has long-since sent the Industrialist in a sleep, one that is much needed. You have no doubt your own body, and the comforter you both share, helped get him to such a relaxed state. 

Head tilting-back on the couch, jaw slackened to let soft little breaths whistle through chipped-teeth in his snores, it's a herculean task not to smooth back the ruffled dark-hairs that have fallen askew over forehead and temple. A task failing quick, as your hands begin to ghost up from its placement along the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart, and coasting further up to gently shuffle those dark locks back.

His breathing hitches, and your own stills.

When it resumes, you draw your hand away, tucking it back beneath the blacket, and against Silco’s chest with a tenderness that still, after all this time, feels unreal. It feels unreal, that you are capable of being this close to the man, and likewise, that he remains so close and so trusting to you.

It feels impossible to think a man like Silco can learn to trust again, when you give attention to the scars.

Guessing his weariness would be long lasting, the patch was placed on to hide away the toxified-eye in his rest, but it does nothing to hide the scars you trace with your eyes. Scars that define him. That changed him, fundamentally and morally, into the Eye of Zaun the Undercity knows of today. A man of ruthless and unapologetic nature, a creature of spite and maliciousness, taken human-form…

Others would flinch. 

You simply lean up to brush your lips against the blackened-grooves, the rigid flesh of his marred cheekbone.

It causes Silco’s breath to hitch, and return from the depths of snoring he had fallen into. You say nothing as he awakens with your name on his lips, only traveling your own to follow the line of his cheekbone beneath ruined skin, layering another slow kiss there, as he lets out a dry sigh.

“You realize, the nerves there are mostly dead,” Silco murmurs, in a perplexed question of sleepy affection, masked as dry sarcasm as he fights back a yawn. “I can neither feel nor sense you there, not in the correct capacity. It’s all… muted.”

“Even when I do this?” Another kiss, this one delivered closer to the hollow of his angular cheek, rather than the sharp-bone beneath. The action only earns you a hum, and the arm slung around your hip tightening.

“How about this?” Closer, edging-along the patch that hides his eye. Silco doesn’t even attempt to struggle back the deep yawn this time, but ends it with a tired sound of your name, that you know is secretly amused beneath the exhaustion.

Traveling your mouth closer to the lobe of his ear, you murmur in that honey-sweet, low pitch that you know has him shuddering. “And this-?”

Lips barely make it there, before he is turning, and capturing your lips with his own. 

You melt into him, and it’s not because of the fireplace that lays before you both. The warmth that spreads through your body, at the simple, nearly chaste kiss he offers, is not one that can be born out of such a physical-element as fire. Rather, it originates from something stronger, more heated and powerful, all encompassing, and burning in your veins, through your heart…

Enough to keep you warm, long after he pulls away to lean his forehead on yours. 

“Amusing yourself with my battle scars?” He questioned, more curious than hostile, but the green-gaze of his flickers over your face regardless. Largely from the force of habit, which you don’t blame him for.

“Not exactly,” You murmur, sliding your hand up once more, to cup the unscarred cheek. “Studying, more like.”

“Indeed?”

“Yep.”

“Care to share your findings?”

A smile dances on your lips, shadowed in the dancing of the flames, as you lean closer to murmur against his mouth once-more with hooded eyes. “They aren’t all that scary.”

“Ha.” Silco rolls the singular eye that remains. “I beg you don’t tell the populace. Or else, I may have to find a new career.”

“I could sponsor you.”

“And I would bleed-you dry,” He says in a dark-sweetness akin to bitter honey, as he nips at your bottom lip in a way that has you squeaking, biting back your own grin in an attempt to stay serious.

“I mean it. I don’t normally take notice of them… don’t normally see them, to be honest.” His brow raises, and you shrug, speaking your truth simply. “They aren’t the features I think of most, when I think of you. Not the focal point, and not what I see, when I think of you.”

“What do you see, then…?” His question grows quiet, as your hands travel up to cup at either-side of his face. Angular, sharp, and rough against one of your palms… but you hold his face with all the tenderness that comes when holding something precious, and gazing at him, as though he is indeed something precious to behold.

“What do you think, Silco?” You murmur simply, hand sliding further upward to push away the patch and returning to his cheek the moment it’s off. “What do you think I see?”

Slower, mismatched eyes flick between your own - from habit, ever-assessing, even with you. It’s not one you would fault him for, and you do not fault him now. Only smile, thumb brushing along the rough ridge of skin beneath the infamous eye, as you look at him. 

Look at the man you love. The man you’re happy to drown into, with those seagreen eyes, and happy to burn for, as you hold one-another close before the flames, and all-knowing he would do the very same...

Love. That’s what you see.

Silco never ends up answering your question.

But you think the long kiss he offers you next, as you lay together in the warmth of a crackling fire, says more than enough.

#happy holidays #silco #Arcane #silco x reader #arcane fic #silco fic #silco x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #oneshot #fluff #romance #short and sweet #reader insert #winter fic

[julietasgf]

hear me out: (sort of) arcane au

coriolanus snow is a young peacekeeper in piltover who aims to become a politician. he's charismatic, he's handsome, but he doesn't have any money, and that's why he's currently a peacekeeper, to gather money to study in the future. something big is going on, big crimes happening in the underground, and now he has the chance to be seen and find the opportunities he always dreamed of. to guide him through the underground, he forms an alliance with lucy gray baird, a known musician, who promises to guide him underground. the thing is: to which extent can coriolanus trust lucy gray, someone from a place coriolanus despises?

on the other hand, sejanus plinth was born in zaun, but his parents moved to piltover shortly after the rebellion. sejanus feels extremely guilty over the fact that his father basically sold their own people to get them where they are. his father is one of the most generous donators of the peacekeepers, and sejanus hears about the rumors, about something big going on, and he hears about the violent way the peacekeepers are planning to deal with it once they find a way to break into the underground. sejanus decides to investigate the whole thing on his own, in secret, but for that, he goes after someone from his childhood who can help him, but it's not like marcus is happy to see him.

all their paths crosses at some point. it doesn't end well for any of them.

#tbosas movie #tbosas #coriolanus snow #president snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #marcus tbosas #au #fanfic #ramblings #or: me being a complete nerd #maybe I'll write this maybe I'll not #who knows #my silly little posts

[mollysunder]

Remember how during Progress Day we saw some Zaunites giving away eyeballs to a giant turtle vastaya?

Based on the vastaya's eye tattoo, I assumed this had to do with Silco (Eye of Zaun blah blah blah). After I read more League stories, I came to realize this might be an early iteration of the Church of the Gloriously Evolved. In Camille's story, The Weakest Heart, we learn of the First Assemblage of the Gloriously Evolved. On Progress Day, members of the Church, following an old Zaunite tradition, sacrifice something personal in the hope that something better will come to them. In Gloriously Evolved fashion that usually means removing diseased (bordering necrotic) body parts. One of the more commonly preserved organ in the church were eyes, jarred like pickled eggs.

Obviously, you'd assume that the Church of the Gloriously Evolved can't exist without Viktor's Glorious Evolution. That's doesn't seem to be the case in League though, because the Church more draws inspiration from Viktor's ideology and does its own thing with Zaunite traditions. They even have a whole patron saint separate from Viktor, the Gray Lady. It seems more like that instead of Viktor's ideology amassing a cult following from scratch, he and this organization's ideology built up separately and managed to converge.

Thus is just me spit'ballin tho. It could still be a cult related to Silco, to Void worship, who knows.

#arcane #arcane meta #church of the gloriously evolved #machine herald #viktor arcane #zaun #zaun is the kind of place ripe for cults to form #for viktor for jinx and a bad end for ekko would have his Fireflies commune turn into a cult

[mariandjarin]

The spy and the Hound of the Underground

A short story written by Bing AI

Lucy was a spy who worked for the Piltover Council. She was sent to infiltrate Silco's organization.

She knew Vander at the Last Drop. Even when they had differences, they felt something for each other, and they started to trust each other.

Lucy explained to Vander her mission and Silco's plans about using Shimer to create a monster army and attack Piltover.

Vander told her he wanted to avoid a war and that he would help her stop Silco.

They created a plan to infiltrate Silco´s organization.

Lucy stole a sample of Shimmer, and Vander helped her do that, but there was an attack, and both of them were hurt.

Lucy and Vander escaped. They came to the Last Drop, where Vi and the kids brought help to heal them. During that time, Benzo talked with Vander's people to prepare them for the coming war.

With Benzo's help, they prepared for the war against Silco.

Lucy and Vander fought side by side

Vander fought with Silco in a fierce fight. Vander killed Silco by stabbing him in the heart, but Silco stabbed Vander's stomach.

Both of them fell to the ground.

Silco told Vander that he would have liked them to start from the beginning again, and then he died.

Vander started looking for Lucy.

She found him, came running close to him, and took him in her arms.

Vander told her to take care of the kids and Zaun for him.

-I won't be able to do that without you by my side, Van.- Lucy said between tears falling down her cheeks.

Vander put a hand on her right cheek, cleaning the tears that were falling.

-I know you will, my princess.

After that, both of them kissed each other, and then Vander died.

Leaving Lucy with a broken heart and crying a lot.

Lucy brought the drug sample to Piltover's Council, where they analyzed it and discovered a way to stop the effect it had.

The war came to an end.

A statue was created to honor Vander.

Lucy stayed on Zaun, working in the Last Drop and taking care of the kids and the little girl that came just after the war.

The last thing Vander gave her She decided to name her Zara.

Vander used to call Lucy princess, and she wanted that Zara could remember that is how Vander would have called her too and how much he cared about each one of them.

#vander arcane #silco arcane #lucy gray baird #ballad of songbirds and snakes #vi arcane #zaun arcane #arcane piltover #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games

[abitohoney]

Don't Trust Dustin

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Mature/borderline Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, strap-ons, spanking, humor, CRACK

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: I'm 100% calling out @master-sass-blast for this. She held me at gunpoint and threatened to cease creating Sevika and Grayson content if I didn't write this. (Not really, but she asked me to so ofc I'll do this for her. <3) Inspired by this stupid post. Followers, please avert your eyes, this is a CRACK fic, and I take no responsibility for any damage this causes. I promise to return to normal posts after this.

Sevika drags her tired feet through the front door to her home. The home she shares with you. It has been one of those days. Dealing with the aftermath of Jinx’s shenanigans. Being chastised for complaining to Silco about the little shit. The only silver lining to an otherwise shitty day is that she’s coming home to you.

A heavy sigh fills the otherwise quiet entryway while Sevika kicks off her boots. Light shines through the crack in the door leading to the bedroom, and she realizes you must still be up despite the late hours. The tiniest hint of a grin pulls at one corner of her mouth as she makes her way quietly toward the light.

Curious as to what you're up to, she slowly pushes the door open. She finds you, back facing her, donning one of her t-shirts. Nothing odd about that. But when Sevika's gaze drops lower she spots the harness- her harness- wrapped around your sleep shorts. Now that is odd.

"Babe… what are you doing?" Sevika asks suspiciously as she steps into the room.

Lost in what you were doing, you had failed to notice Sevika's return home. You release a startled yelp and drop the bottle of glue you'd had in your hand. But you quickly forget about it, thrilled to see your girlfriend.

With a devious smirk you can't quite disguise, you peer over your shoulder at Sevika as she cautiously approaches you.

"Babe…" she repeats, gray eyes narrowing at the sight of your cheesy smile.

"Hi, Sev," you say sweetly.

Too sweetly, Sevika thinks.

Sevika's attention drops to the glue on the floor, then back up to you as she cocks a brow.

"Why aren't you answering me?" She asks as she slowly stalks around to your front.

"I- uh- I got something for you," you reply with a huge grin.

"Yeah? And what's tha-" Sevika's question falls short the moment she discovers the answer herself. She stands facing you, but she's staring blankly at the silicone toy attached to the front of your harness.

But it's not just a dildo. You enhanced it.

It takes Sevika a solid eight seconds to fully process the googly eyes, smile, and paper crown currently glued to her favorite purple dildo.

Ever so slowly, Sevika raises her eyes to look at your beaming face. Her expression is a mixture of disbelief, exhaustion, and just downright done-with-you.

"This is Sir Bartholomew Penetrator Master of the Thickwood Kingdom, and he wants a nice, sloppy kiss from you," you exclaim, completely undeterred by your girlfriend's obvious lack of enthusiasm for your creation. "From both pairs of lips, if you know what I mean," you add with a waggle of your eyebrows.

Sevika releases a long, deep sigh as she shakes her head. "Are you high?"

Brows furrowed in offense, you shake your head. "No! I'm fine!" Your chipper smile returns and you shake your hips to make the toy dance. Dropping your voice in a pathetic attempt to sound more ‘manly’, you make the toy talk to Sevika, "I just want a kiss from Zaun's scary lady."

Sevika stares at you deadpan. "You were out with Ran and Dustin weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I-"

"And you left your drink unattended, didn't you?"

Your excited expression drops to that of disappointment. Why does she always have to be such a party pooper?

"I had to go to the bathro-"

"What did I tell you about that?"

Now it's your turn to release the long sigh. "Don't leave any food or drink unattended around Dustin. Don't trust Dustin," you answer in a mocking tone while rolling your eyes. "But I'm fine!" You insist. But you aren't. You don't even notice how your words are starting to slur together. Or how you're swaying in your spot. Or how you're still making the strap bob and shake as you move your hips erratically.

But Sevika notices. And she's not amused in the least.

"So you're just naturally this stupid?" Sevika sneers. A smirk starts to pull at her lips as she lets her eyes wander down over your bare legs. "You're lucky you're so damn hot or I'd choke you out right here and now."

"I don't mind being choked," you reply with a sly smile, then make the faux cock add, "Me either!"

You're met with another stony look from your girlfriend, but it doesn't phase you. You're high as a kite and don't even know it.

Done with your games, Sevika grasps the silicone toy by its base and rips it from the harness with enough force to have you toppling forward into her chest. She chucks it across the room, brows furrowed when you peer up at her with a pout.

"Why'd you have to go and do that to poor Sir Barthol-"

"Shut your mouth. Strip. And get your ass on the bed," Sevika demands. "I'm going to fuck the stupid out of you," she murmurs more to herself than to you as she steps away to fetch another harness and undecorated dildo.

You do as you're told, more than eager to let her have her way with you. In record time you've disposed of the harness, her t-shirt, and your shorts. But before you can toss your panties aside, Sevika is there grabbing them from your hands. You peer up at her in confusion.

"Open your mouth," she grunts.

Being the obedient girlfriend you are, you do just that. Only to have it immediately stuffed with your underwear.

"Bed. Now," she demands.

You give her a muffled affirmative and quickly crawl onto the mattress on your hands and knees, squealing like a damn pig when she gives your ass a firm slap with her flesh hand. The deep, sinister chuckle that echoes from behind you is enough to make you momentarily forget the pain. At least until she gets her metal hand on the other cheek.

Sevika's not sure if she's managed to fuck the stupid out of you. Not when you're lying limp with your ass up, wet thighs spread, and ass bright red with hand prints. Nor when your mouth lies slack, cheeks pressed against the sheets soaked by your drool. And definitely not when your eyes are rolled so far back behind your drooping lids that she's certain you must see just how empty your head is.

But, as she removes her strap to clean it, she thinks, at least you shut the fuck up about that damn dildo.

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes #crack fic #april fools #drabble

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What do you think about Arcane's politics in general? Do you feel like it pulled its punches in depicting the council's cruelty against the undercity? Or that there was an imbalance in how topsiders' cruelty vs zaunites' cruelty were portrayed? Like, on one hand, they do explicitly show enforcers massacring rebels and abusing undercity citizens on orders from the council. Silco also mentions that topside had zaunites working in toxic mines with unbreathable air that literally clogged their throats, and apparently they were explicitly restricted from using the hexgates (as Silco had to demand it in a deal with Jayce) which is another way to keep them down.

But then we also get these moments where it feels like they pulled back a bit, such as dialogue that portrays topside's crimes as just "neglect" and "ignorance" instead of like. Active and malicious steps taken to brutally oppress people and carefully maintain that oppression. Understandably more screentime was given to characters like Heimerdinger and Jayce compared to other councillors, as they are game champions. But then we have this imbalance where most major topside characters are those who just "didn't know" and "weren't aware about how bad the oppression was", they simply needed to go down there and open their eyes and now they're graciously trying to do good.

Which is all well and good, but... what of the councillors who KNEW of the horrible conditions of zaun as they themselves worked to create them? All the oppressive legislation had to come from somewhere and someone right? The horrible mines Vander and Silco's generation endured, laws restricting them from the same economic privileges topside gets, and of course the murder of zaunites by enforcers, ordered directly by councillors. The last one in particular is strangely brushed under the rug in pivotal moments, like Vi entering a Councillor's home and just? Laying in bed? No disgust or anger that she's in the home of the same people who ordered her parents to be killed? She IS aware that enforcers' violence is sanctioned by the council right? As well as Ekko inviting Heimerdinger, the ex-ruler of the city, into his secret safe haven, no animosity at all, even though there was plenty aimed at Caitlyn.

I can understand they wanted an approach of every main character having shades of gray, and giving attention to councillors who intentionally took action to oppress zaun would cut into valuable screentime, and those straight up evil people are simply not the type of characters Arcane is interested in exploring. But maybe they still could have had zaunites react a bit more realistically towards these councillors, so it doesn't suddenly feel like they pulled their punches.

What are your thoughts on this?

Thank you Anon! First off I must say this is a fantastic ask, and I think you and I see eye to eye on most of this. Sorry for the delayed response, I didn't often have enough spoons to finish the reply.

I'm going to answer this as someone who has read the wiki broadly and knows almost nothing about the game lore and other game-only characters.

I think everything is Piltover's fault.

You have it correct in your depiction of the Zaun/Piltover divide, but I think you can go even further. Arcane is a story of intergenerational trauma, how it gets passed down like a curse... But this trauma is born from the violence of their situation, and that is entirely created by Piltover's oppression of Zaun.

The furthest back we see for our characters is Vander drowning Silco in the Pilt, full of chemicals that leave him disabled and disfigured. We know from dialogue and the show events that they were oppressed then, that they fought for liberation, and that Vander betrayed Silco and ended up having some (rather vague) power in Zaun.

The city is poluted. The people are struggling to rebel and gain independence... And our desperate characters turn violently on each other, setting the stage for the decades to come, with more death, more violence, more desperation.

That entire set up is due to Zaun being under the boot of Piltover. If Zaun were an independent nation, they could blame themselves for (most) of it. But they are a pretty dire depiction of colonialism instead. If Zaun was doing as well as Piltover, Silco would be a fine businessman, friendly, driven, maybe smitten with the gentle barman Vander, who only punches in his boxing classes.

The entire show depends on Piltover being the worst, and keeping Zaunites' heads under water.

They have deals to keep Zaunites away from Piltover, with Vander enforcing it. They have a complete hold on commerce with the bridges as chokepoints. They export all their polluting industry there. Clearly they control the wages, and the very solid glass ceiling of social advancement. Viktor, after all, is terribly aware that he'll never go further unless he breaks the rules. His Zaunite origins are a shackle.

I personally was very impressed with the show for going that way. But You got it. I think they wanted to have their cake and eat it. They made Piltover's oppression real and awful... I mean that shot of them ordering the city be choked further? Despite the Sheriff's protests?

And sure, Heimerdinger isn't in that picture, but he can't always be absent from Council asshole moments, since he's been on the Council from its inception.

In my humble opinion Heimerdinger is the biggest asshole of Arcane. Sits on the Council while it destroys Zaun for profit, ignores the political situation in favour of being a clueless arts and science enjoyer, out of touch with 99% of his constituents as he fails to perceive they live drastically different lives from him (or fails to understand why that matters, leading to Viktor's radicalization and Jayce's takeover).

But worst of all he crosses the river, realises how bad things are (probably has no idea too, because a trip to the seedy part of town would not reveal the depth of destitution and systematic abuse rampant there), and thinks he's 'not welcome' because his attempt at "fixing things" aren't welcomed. BRO, the only thing you tried to fix was making a girl smile with a TOUPEE MAGIC TRICK.

He's detatched from reality. He IMMEDIATELY gives up. It made me incredibly mad that Ekko was stripped of his identity and class consciousness to suck on his furry cock for The Joy Of Science. Like hell no. Heimerdinger needs to be put in a burlap bag and drowned in the Pilt for centuries of crime against humanity.

So yeah, they wanted to show a place in deep trouble due to oppression, but they also wanted some of the oppressors to be UwU blorbos who don't deserve hate because they try so hard and they actually have a kind heart... Just like with Cait and Vi's relationship, I feel like it's due to rushing things. The show is nearly perfect, but it sure could have used an extra episode, or since it already has a second season greenlit, could have kept councillors as Antagonists for longer. We understand asshole rich people. We could understand Heimer with his head in the sand and disconection to mortals. We could forgive a lot if they went through a proper arc. But making toupees and gushing about science with Ekko isn't character development.

I feel like the Firelights were shoehorned not for complexity or to show a divided Zaun, but to give the viewers 'good Zaunites' to root for, so they could switch Silco into a villain.

Sadly anyone with critical thinking will realise that Silco is the one who obtained freedom for Zaun (no matter if he squanders it as he dies), and the one who has been working hard to make it a richer place. It's not just the chembarons. Like the episode after the timeskip literally shows us a montage of this new Zaun. And sure shimmer is a part of it, but shimmer is also shown to be a GOOD thing in places, a FUN one in others, and it's far from being the only weird/amoral thing Zaunites use or indulge in. Silco isn't a morally good guy, but his goals are good for the whole of Zaun, and he's the one who gets what he wants in the end and could have ended the oppression he dedicated his entire life to fighting.

Meanwhile the Firelights are a haven against shimmer, but they're a ONE tree house worth of people. They have no plan for Zaun. They actively attack and hinder the one guy who'll ultimately win THEIR OWN FREEDOM. Yeah, it's divided, and that's great! I love all of it, except for shimmer's vagueness. But where the show fails, I think, is in trying to tell us that this is Good. That the Firelights are the morally Good Zaunites. Waiting in a treehouse, being an insular group that fights another gang to the death, being differentiated only in that they don't partake in the local drug... Is Good.

While making sacrifices, bad deals, using drug money, is Bad. Even if it came with political unity, and was the group that got the results, it's Bad.

They made a perfectly grey and subtle setup, and then instead of going 'there are many grey, even dark ways to be a hero for your people' — looking at both Silco and Ekko — they went white/black and 'also the freedom fighter is a bad guy, not a complex guy'.

Ekko doesn't have plans to free Zaunites. He thinks killing Silco will kill Shimmer, which is the reasoning of a child. If Silco dies, if all of Silco's gang dies, someone else will step in and pick up shimmer production. It's like toothpaste, you don't get to put it back in the tube.

Even if Silco took shimmer with him to the grave, all that Ekko would have achieved would be to leave Zaun at the mercy of power hungry chembarons, ready to split up again and enter a power struggle that would harm thousands of Zaunites under their rule.

Would Ekko care? Yes, I guess he would, but he won't be able to put all these poor Zaunites into cute tree houses, so fuck them I guess.

More importantly, would Ekko ever come to realise that killing Silco was a mistake? I don't think so, because Ekko got his brains scooped out to love on Heimerdinger. He lets a Councillor's daughter lecture him about violence, a day after 5 of his people were killed by Jinx.

Ekko is one of those characters that looks cool if you don't scratch the surface, but didn't have a real arc or a real character consistency. Unless we're truly to believe he's politically dumb enough to think Silco is a bigger evil than Heimerdinger and that life in Zaun is miserable because of Silco and not because of hundreds of years of oppression overseen by Heimer.

And that's indeed what we see, so oopsies I guess.

If Zaunites reacted more realistically to Councillors, Heimer would get a dressing down at best, and Cait would have an incredibly better arc with Vi, but the show would need one more episode at best, and more uncertain Season 1 endings for the Pilties.

I've rambled a lot and not sure I've really made a coherent answer... But this is what you get x'D sorry

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Juniper-Sunny's Fanfic Masterlist

A Knight to Remember - Masterlist || ao3 || Knight!Silco | Silco x F!Reader | Multichapter | Explicit | Completed | WC: 26.6k | art by @designfailure56 (full piece here)

A mysterious stranger is sworn into your retinue as your own personal guard. You have no need for his service, and he seems less than eager to take on his new duties. But he soon endears himself to you in ways you are not prepared for— only for you to surprise him as well…

The Art in the Heart - Masterlist || ao3 || Young!Silco | Silco x F!Reader | Multichapter | Explicit | Completed | WC: 63.5k

Zaun is a beautiful canvas. Not many would agree with you, but you’ve always been able to sense it. Whether it’s literal graffiti in crumbling stone alleyways beautiful enough to rival anything in a Piltie art gallery, or a stubborn dandelion piercing through concrete and thriving against all odds in the chem-choked atmosphere.  You wish more people could see it the way you do. It’s always been your calling to bring color to the Undercity, and you’re one of the lucky few Zaunites who got to turn it into a respectable profession. Now, you’re working on your biggest piece ever, literally: a mural on a large, gray brick building high enough on the Promenade to bask in the sunlight, but still visible to anyone in the Entresol who could be bothered to look up...

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Cold Steel (Evil Caitlyn AU)

If there was one thing both sides of the Zaunite Rebellion could agree on, it was the fact that it should have never had reached that far. In another place, on another time, the ragtag group of Zaunites were stopped before they even got off the bridge, but on this world, whether it be a more emboldened group of rebels, a more imcompetent group of enforcers or both, the attack went as far as to reach low Piltover before they were pushed back to their city.

Caitlyn's father, ever the medic and the bleeding heart, decided he should go out in the middle of the attack to help whoever needed it help. They found his body five hours later, dead by a gunshot wound to that same bleeding heart, and Cassandra Kiramman, having been the one to find him, suffered a panic attack so severe it left her bedridden for the rest of her life.

It was on this enviroment where the Heir to the Kiramman name was raised, a father who had abandoned her to die for nothing, and a mother too grief striken to pay attention to her. No matter what she did, how much she exceled in her different fields from politics to shooting, Cassandra remained bedridden with a face of vapid imbecility, even as Caitlyn grew more and more resentful, going as far as to scream at her mother to show anything at all, to no avail.

Soon that anger turned from her parents to the dregs that had taken them from her, doubly so as it seemed that somehow the council became more and more open to Zaun's demands, 'A time of healing' they said, while the Kirammans were left in Tatters. They, who had been the ones to help Zaun the most throught it's history, were rewarded by being struck the hardest, then forgotten.

And as she stood there in her room swearing revenge on the city across the river...someone heard her voice. Camille Ferrors, the Gray Lady, a woman she had only heard whispers about, appeared before her, just as disgusted and angry at the scum of society that dared touch Piltover and the weakness now plaguing her city. She offered Caitlyn a choice, to set things right once more, to put Zaun in it's place and never let them rise again.

She didn't have to wait long for an answer.

From then on, Caitlyn would act as Camille's second, accompanying her on missions first to observe how she worked, then to help her plan, before finally killing her first target herself at the age of 15. After that was when the augmentations began, Clan Ferros had discovered the benefits of Hextech decades ago, secrets they shared now with the young Kiramman. Following the same process as Camille, she was implanted with a hextech heart, though in her case hidden behind armor plating, as well as hundreds of different cybernetics implanted onto her, new eyes, new lungs, new arms and legs and so forth. Soon another myth would join that of the Gray Lady, much more brutal and vicious, leaving bodies ranging from gunshot wounds in the head to drawn and quartered.

Soon the Zaunites would learn to fear 'The Metal Queen'

It was on her 18th birthday, when she was about to officially take command of the Kiramman household, that her mother finally woke up. They met in their living room, each woman unable to recognize the other, and as Cassandra hugged her daughter and promised everything would be alright now, the only thing Caitlyn could think of ...was how she felt nothing from her mother's arms. It was too little, too late.

Cassandra Kiramman was found dead in her bed the next day. The official record attributing the death to the years of stress and grief. Just like it was made to look.

Since then Caitlyn has assumed the position as council head, regaining back power and influence in months that they had lost in years, and though outwardly the most staunch defender of the twin cities' good relationship, every move she has made behind the scene has costed Zaun dearly, whether it be a new law tightening the grip on the city once more, or a high priority target eliminated in the shadows.

Caitlyn now waits, silently, as tensions keep rising once more, as civil war seems inevitable, she waits to show her hand and get the revenge she so rightly deserves.

Piltover would once more takes it place, not as the equal of Zaun, but as it's undeniable master. She'd stomp on the city's neck so hard they'd end up thanking her the boot. And FINALLY, after everything, she would find peace.

And if she could not save it from it's delusion.

Then let Zaun burn.

#ic #caitlyn #Metal Queen AU