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writer-freak · 6 months

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Distraction | Vi x gn reader

Summary: You got injured in a fight and this injury was the gateway to a confession

Warnings: Gn reader, english isn't my first language, reader gets injured, Vi teasing you a bit

Wordcount: 900

A/n: Wrote this for my bestie who is a giant Vi simp. I am terrible at writing fight scenes but I did my best for this and I hope that it's at least acceptable.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

The air was thick with tension, the distant hum of Zaun's machinery providing a gritty soundtrack to your fight. Vi's gauntlets crackled with energy as she exchanged blows with their adversaries. You were right there beside her, trying to hold your ground, but the underbelly of Zaun is a dangerous place.

A swing and a miss left you vulnerable, and the next thing you knew, pain radiated through your side. Staggering against a wall, your hand instinctively went to the fresh wound, feeling blood seep through your fingers. Vi from the corner of her eye saw you in distress and quickly took out the attacker in front of her.

With that person out of the way, she went in your direction, and sent your attacker flying with a powerful uppercut, then turning to you. "Hey, you okay?" Vi's voice was a mix of concern and urgency while she tried to look at the wound.

"Yeah, it's just a scratch." you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to play it cool. You still hadn't taken out all the attackers, and you didn't want Vi to look out for you while she should be concentrating on the fight.

She arched an eyebrow. "Scratch, my ass. We're taking care of this, immediately." Vi lunged back into the fight, her blows now backed with a protective rage. It didn't take long for the remaining opponents to scatter.

Then Vi returned to your side, her gauntlets powering down. "Come on, we're getting out of here." She grabbed your hand and you followed her through the dimly lit alleys before you reached a relatively quiet spot. Vi gestured for you to sit on a makeshift crate as she kneeled in front of you, rummaging through your bag for supplies.

"Let's see that 'scratch' of yours." she smirked taking your hand away from the injury. The wound stung, but Vi was careful while handling you even if there was still a certain roughness that was just a part of her. She worked efficiently, the tension of the fight slowly dissipating. Outside of the alley, you could hear the sounds of the city but at the moment you were just concentrating on looking at Vi and the concern that you could see on her face.

"So, how'd you end up with this?" Vi asked, not looking up from her task. "Lost my concentration for a bit, I guess." you replied, wincing as she tightened the bandage.

"What exactly made you lose your concentration?" she asked, slightly curious, knowing you're not typically that careless in a fight. Your face got a bit warm, remembering how you were looking at Vi during the fight for a second too long and ended up surprised by an enemy. You coughed slightly, trying to hide your embarrassment before answering. "Nothing, in particular, my head was just in the clouds…I guess." You mumbled the last part, hoping that she would just accept your explanation.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, obviously not accepting your explanation but letting it slide for just a little bit while concentrating on bandaging you up.

You would occasionally grunt, the pressure on your wound definitely uncomfortable, but you just bit through it. Finally, Vi stood up from her kneeling position, smiling satisfied at you. "So, will you tell me now why you actually lost your concentration?"

You groaned, expecting her to ask again but hoping that maybe, just maybe she would forget about it. You tried to come up with something but your head was just empty, which could possibly be from the blood loss. So you mumbled under your breath. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't so distracting in a fight, I could focus better." Then looking to the side not wanting to look at Vi right now. She leaned in closer to your face. "What was that?" She asked. You turned your head toward her, and annoyed repeated, "If someone wasn't so distracting, I could focus better."

She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Who, me? I'm just doing my thing, cupcake. It's not my fault that you can't help but look at me."

Her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath, making you feel like you were overheating. Her expression was obviously teasing, she wanted to rile you up as much as possible, and it was slowly driving you mad.

So you took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage in you to retort. "Well, if you weren't always so captivating, I could concentrate on not getting messed up in a fight."

Vi's eyes widened, and for a moment, surprise flickered across her face. Then, a mischievous grin spread, and she chuckled, "Didn't know I had that effect on you, sweetheart." Your cheeks warmed, but you shot back with a defiant smirk, "Maybe you should pay more attention, then."

The banter continued a playful exchange of words between you and Vi. You two knew that soon you would need to get back out into the city again, involving yourself in fights, but just for now, you two were in your own little world.

divider credit: @cafekitsune

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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TAKE A BREATH

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Angst to fluff?? Idk that’s the closest thing I can think of

Notes: TW for descriptions of a panic attack. I thought I’d add a warning, just in case.

Just something short to celebrate me finishing my finals :)

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The world was spinning. Your lungs felt like a million pounds as you hunched over your bed on your knees and tried not to cry. You took heaving gasps, your chest aching, pounding as you tried to calm down.

It wasn’t working. Your heart thundered in your chest like a thousand stampeding horses. Your body struggled to pass oxygen through your veins. Your clothes felt much too heavy, scratching and itching, and you tore at your collar, trying to feel like you weren’t going to die.

A hand on your shoulder. It made you feel disgusting, like slime creeping down your back.

Soft words in your ear made a revolting shiver wrack your entire body.

You pulled away, realizing abruptly that hot and sticky tears streamed down your face. Then, turning to the side, you realized the hand on your back was Viktor’s. He looked at you with such concern it made your stomach turn. Was that pity you saw in his eyes as well?

No…

Maybe?

He said something—voice muffled—when your eyes met his, but all you did was shake your head, hands digging into the sides of your skull and nails almost gouging out chunks of flesh by your ears. His gentle touch almost made another wave of tears fall from your eyes as he softly took hold of your wrists, gently prying them away from your face before you made yourself bleed.

Now his voice was a little clearer now that he cradled your fists in his hands. But you were still kneeling on the floor. It couldn’t have been good for his knees. Or yours, for that matter. But he didn’t seem to care.

“I need you to take a deep breath for me, love.” He said gently, and you shook your head, still gasping for air as you struggled to take a steady inhale.

“I—I ca—can—can’t Vik—Vik—Viktor.” You sobbed, each break in words punctuated by a shaky and stuttery inhale. He gave you that smile that typically made your heart flutter. But now, all it did was send a fresh wave of sobs coursing through you.

“You can, my love. I know you can. Just take a breath in with me, alright? Just like that, that’s it! Now exhale, slowly, not too fast.” He said as he inhaled deeply. You tried hopelessly to mimic him.

It felt like hours of trying to follow Viktor’s instructions. But he never got impatient, never ceased, just talked to you quietly, and made sure you didn’t pass out. He never left your side, never wavered, just cradled your hands in his and kept eye contact even when your eyes flitted about frantically.

Viktor never crowded your space. He knew how much you hated that and that it did more harm than good. It was a trial just for you to let him hold your hands, but you let him because you loved him.

His breathing was strong and deep, yours being shaky and quick.

But it was progress.

The more you did the exercise with him, the more you felt your heart begin to ease.

It wasn’t long until you felt calm enough to crawl closer and wrap your arms around his middle. He welcomed the affection readily, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You tried to protest, wanted to say it would hurt his leg, but he simply readjusted so his bad leg wasn’t in the way and pulled you close.

“Welcome back, my love.” He whispered in your ear and pressed a kiss to your temple.

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ayan0thegl1tch · 20 days

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Hello could you do arcane?

Ooooh, I've never been in that fandom before, but I can certainly try! I did find multiple arcanes, though. Do you know which one you want? Like arcane league of legends? Well, Im going to try that because Ive seen some of your requests with similar-looking characters. Oh, and I saw you got my request!(I was anon requesting for sagau where they all died after reader) So glad you liked it. I don't have your socials and the comments aren't open so not sure how to DM you other than asks. The messages section in tumblr isn't working for me, but I'm trying to fix it. Anyways, on we go, I'll start working on it right away...

Trigger warnings: Alcohol, cussing, graphic mentions of death and injuries. Read at your own risk! If you don't like this, you can ask for fluff or another scenario, and I'll try my best.

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Another horrible day, another night in the bar. You were at it again, drinking your ass off like your life depended on it. No, your life didn't actually depend on it, but you sure needed that sweet relief. Every day was to hell and back in this messed-up broken down city. Sure at least you had food, clothes and a place to stay but you still had to fight a lot, and got a ton of injuries in return. You still have one long scar across your back from a gang you met in the many alleys around. You had lost your family here, and still hold a grudge against this damn place. It fucked with your memories, and you hated it. You could still remember the screams of anguish as the monster had ripped your parents apart, and made you watch. That fucking...creature had reduced your parents, the ones who raised you your whole fucking life, into a mess of organs, flesh and blood. It was disgusting, sickening how it had...laughed at your expression. Delighted in your anger and fear. You felt warm water slip down your cheeks. Slamming the counter with a fist, you chugged the bottle down. As you felt the last few drops hit your tounge, you heard the chime of the bell above the entryway. 'Who's here at this hour? Nobody ever comes here this late...' It was a girl, pink hair, strong figure, narrowed eyes as she walked towards me. 'Oh come on...Is this some bitch from a gang here to beat me up?' Surprisingly, she said nothing but ordered a bottle for herself, presumably. She glanced over at me. "So what're you doing here?" she asked.

"Me?"

"Yes, you." she responded with a laugh. "Who else is there that I could be talking to?"

"Fair enough." I snorted. "Alcohol gets rid of some...bad memories for me."

Her eyes softened as I spoke, remembering when her sister was taken.

"What about you? What're you here for?"

"Same reason as you." she replied.

"Oh..."

We talked for a while after that, sharing stories until I had to go, it was getting late. I was walking out the door, when I remembered something.

"Hey, I never got your name?" I asked

"Vi. Yours?"

"[Name]."

#@nonameomo #arcane league of legends #vi x reader #arcane league of legends x reader

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starless-nightz · 11 days

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Masterlists ♡

-> Honkai Impact 3rd

-> Honkai Star Rail

-> Genshin Impact

-> ATLA/LOK

-> Equestria girls

-> Arcane: League of Legends

-> Demon Slayer

-> Attack on Titan

-> Nevermore (webtoon)

-> Resident Evil Village

-> Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

-> Icons and banners

main page

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jinxfestival · 5 months

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Mascs? MASCS!!

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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how about arcane x reader with how they act when there drunk?

(I imagine Vi to be quite the flirt lol)

Please and thank you!

Oh boy, yeah, I bet they would all be fun in their own way.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, drinking alcohol, flirting, cuddles, teasing, literal sleeping together, headache

A/N: I'm really tired today so I'll make this one quick. I really hope it's just a cold.

Jinx is a really happy drunk. If you think she's hyperactive when she's sober then you haven't seen anything yet. You can hardly keep up with the things that she's talking about and they begin to get less and less understandable. The only way to get her to stop is to kiss her.

Vi does get very flirty with you after a few drinks. Usually she's more of a woman of actions then words but she really loosens up with her feelings when she's drunk. She has nothing but compliments to give you, even as her eyes drift closed she needs to tell you she loves you.

Caitlyn will get a lot more touchy with you. She calls you her darling at the end of every sentence like she wants to make sure everyone gets that you're together. As if the many kisses you've shared weren't enough of a message to them.

Ekko is a huge cuddler when he drinks. He will wrap his arms around you and keep you close against him, absentmindedly kissing your neck. There's nowhere he would rather be right now then holding you against him, slightly buzzed but really happy.

Silco lets himself fall asleep on your shoulder when he gets drunk. But just because he's asleep doesn't mean he's ready to let you go just yet. One of his arms still has a hold on you, keeping you by his side until he wakes up, reacting to every forehead kiss with a smile.

Vander actually starts singing when he's drunk. He has a nice voice too but he would never take that compliment without getting drunk first. That's why everyone really looks forward to him at any kind of celebration, it's always loud with him around.

Sevika can't stop kissing you when she gets drunk. Won't let anything stop her in her quest of making you breathless, not even you telling her she needs to sleep this off. Yes, her headache will be horrible the next day, but a kiss can fix that too.

Viktor doesn't drink that often actually but when he does he goes off on a million different tirades. He changes topics way too quickly too, laughing every time he manages to confuse you. He also talks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, so happy.

Jayce insists that he can carry you to bed while he's drunk. Although he ends up tripping over his own feet and the both of you fall down, very ungracefully. He won't let that get in the way of his kisses, but he does fall asleep fairly quickly so you're left cuddling with him.

Mel only drinks at celebrations and even then she rarely gets drunk, she has a reputation to keep after all. When she does get drunk she can get very openly affectionate, so much so that you have to lead her away because you can't handle her teasing without kissing her.

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bloodpawprint · 7 months

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Vi with a breeding kink calling you mama (or mommy) whining about how badly she wants to stuff you up :(( poor girl’s so pussy drunk just can’t think straight

nsfw ౨ৎ

she always starts with acting all tough, dominant. but you know better, and you know soon enough she would melt into you. and you could feel her slipping.

she was on top of you, her forearms holding her up beside your head and you face down on the bed as she pushed the strap into you over and over, the both of you whiny messes— but specifically her. you can barely focus on the pleasure flooding through your veins as you listened to vi, feeling her heavy breathing against the side of your face. she moans as if she can feel how tight you are around her, feel how warm and wet you are. she swears she can

“fuck— i need…” you barely catch what she pants out, feeling her body weight lift off you. her big hands land on your lower back, giving her leverage as she resumed her relentless thrusts, getting a clear view of how her cock sinks into you and comes out with a white ring near the base. it makes her spiral a little, images of your cunt spilling with her cum plaguing her delusion little mind

you think, maybe she needs to take a second to catch her breath— that’s what she was gonna say. but you’re interrupted by a particularly harsh thrust into you, making your body jolt and a loud moan to leave your bitten lips. “need to make you a fuckin’ mommy.”

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purplegrapevines · 7 months

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Good Girl

Pairing: dom!Vi x fem!cellmate!sub!reader

Content: edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, thigh riding, grinding, fingering, face grabbing, humiliation, oral, overstimulation

Word count: 3.5k

You don’t know how you ended up here. One minute, you’re dealing some shimmer like you always do, and the next, you’re here in these cold, metal handcuffs.

The guard grabs your shoulder to keep you walking, and you push back against his hand, only wanting to defy his authority. But in your situation and position, you really had no choice but to obey.

The prison stunk and the gawking eyes of the other prisoners made you uncomfortable as you shuffled past them.

“There’s no empty cells left,” one guard tells the other behind you.

“Just throw her in with the pink bitch,” the other responds, and your head turns in confusion. You’re going to have a cellmate? A “pink bitch?”

“Who?” you ask them, but they ignore you as they drag you across a few more cells. You’re finally stopped in front of one, and you tilt your head to sneak a glance at the inmate inside of it. Will she be your cellmate?

You’re startled by a thump followed by a crack sound, which you notice is your soon-to-be cellmate’s fist pounding into the stone wall.

You could see the bulging muscles of her broad shoulders, the sweat dripping down between the creases. Tattoos adorned her upper back and followed all the way down to her forearms. Who is she?

You’re so mesmerized by watching her that you almost forget that you’re here to be jailed. With… her.

As the gate to the cell opens up, the shadows of the bars cross her back until you can see her better light.

Suddenly, your handcuffs are tugged off by the guards, and you’re shoved in the cell harshly. You struggle to keep your balance as you hear the cell gate slam shut behind you.

You start to soak in that you’re now stuck in jail until your cellmate turns around and looks at you. Beads of sweat slid down her face, and she catches her breath.

“Who the hell are you?” she asks, scrunching her scarred eyebrow. Her short, pink hair covers her eye. That explains the “pink bitch.”

“I’m… your cellmate,” you respond, intimidated by her presence.

“Yeah, I got that. I meant your name,” she corrects.

“O-oh…” you blush and look embarrassed as you tell her your name, and you then ask for hers.

“Vi,” she responds.

“Like your cheek,” you blurt, and your blush deepens when Vi looks you in the eyes for a couple seconds.

“Yeah. Like my cheek,” Vi says. Silence fills the air for a couple seconds, and you both stand in awkwardness. Thankfully, Vi breaks it.

“So, tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing down here?” Your eyes widen at her unexpected statement, and your face becomes hot again.

“W-what?”

“What? Look at you, you’re so small and sweet-lookin’. Are you sure they got the right person?” Vi jokes. You pout, which makes Vi smile.

“Yeah they got the right person,” you confirm, looking away from her and leaning against the wall. Vi sits on the floor near the other side of the cell.

“What did you do then?” Vi asks as she tilts her head, looking genuinely curious.

“Just some minor shit…” you respond. It was totally a lie; dealing shimmer is the worst business you could put yourself in, especially because of shimmer’s dangerous properties and high demand. But the money was too good for you to resist.

“So, ‘minor shit’ is how a cute girl like you ended up in a cell with me, huh?” Vi says.

“Stop it. I’m not cute,” you say with a frown.

Your eyebrows raise as Vi stands up, walking over to you with her hands in her pockets. She stands in front of you, face to face. She’s tall, at least three inches taller than you.

“You are,” she says, “look at you. You don’t look like you belong in a prison like this. You look like a pretty, little Piltie, looking so fragile…” Vi says, looking down slightly, “so delicate.”

You know you don’t look like the average Zaunite. You’re too feminine and sweet-looking compared to the rest of them. Usually, you hate being called small and delicate, but with Vi, you don’t seem to mind. In fact, it’s making your face hot and your palms sweaty, and you can’t understand why.

“Vi…” you start, not knowing how to finish.

“Hm?” Vi asks as she starts to back away, leaving your heart racing with your back against the wall.

“Nothing…” you say. You brush the dust off your pants and sit on the tiny bed awkwardly. Vi sits back down on the floor as she drags her foot across the ground. You take a small glance at her, and you notice the small smirk on her face. What a tease.

“I’m bored,” Vi says, tossing a small pebble out the bars of the cell. You nod, not knowing how to respond.

“How long have you been here?” you ask her.

“A couple years, I think. At some point, I stopped keeping track,” Vi answers.

“Oh… so you must get bored a lot, then. Have you just been by yourself the entire time?”

“Yeah… been just me,” Vi says, looking at the ground. You assume that she’s extremely touch-starved after spending years in solitary.

“So, then, what do you do when you’re bored?

Vi shrugs, “Usually, I just work out. Or punch the walls, you know?” Vi laughs, pointing at the multiple cracks along the stone. You laugh, too.

“So… how did you get those tattoos?” you ask.

“Oh, I there’s a guy that can do ‘em for you. Why? You interested?” Vi asks, looking up at you.

You shake your head, “No, I was just wondering.”

“Oh? You wanna see?” Vi asks.

“I can see them.”

“No. I mean all of them.”

Blush starts to return to your features, “I-it’s alright if you don’t want to-“

“It’s okay,” Vi interrupts, “come closer.” Slightly hesitantly, you step towards her. She stands and begins to reach for the hem of her shirt. You watch patiently.

Slowly, she pulls it off to reveal her hard, toned abs. You have to stop yourself from gawking.

“Like what you see?” Vi asks. Not knowing how to respond, you simply shrug. But your red cheeks answer her question. Vi smiles smugly as she turns around to show off her muscular back.

Gears and wheels follow the back of her arms to her shoulders, and then extend to the rest of her upper back. Whiffs of smoke intertwine with the gears and everything just comes together perfectly.

“Vi… it’s really nice,” you compliment.

“Yeah?” Vi says. Without thinking, you reach out to touch it. Vi jerks flinches lightly with the unexpected contact, but she doesn’t interrupt your exploration.

After a couple seconds or your hand running over the might of her back, you realize what you’re doing. You quickly pull your hand away.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know why I-”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Vi assures as she turns around to face you. You stop your eyes from looking down at her muscular stomach and instead force yourself to look into her gray eyes.

“You’re so cute,” Vi starts, “especially when you’re nervous and blushing like that.”

“I’m not…” you argue, but Vi shushes you and drags her thumb along your bottom lip. Your breath hitches.

“You are. You’re so cute, I just wanna ruin you until tears are streaming down that pretty face of yours,” Vi says as she inches her face closer to yours. Your eyes widen at the bluntness of her statement.

“Vi… you can’t just say stuff like that. What if the guards catch us?”

“They won’t. The guards are sleeping right now. We’ll be fine,” Vi assures as you feel her breath on your lips. You decide to trust her as you let your lips brush her gently.

Vi grabs your chin and pulls your face towards hers, kissing you passionately. You give up your control and let her tongue explore your mouth. Vi pushes you against the wall and continues to make out with you.

She grab the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, leaving you in your bra. You blush and make an attempt to cover yourself, but Vi holds both your wrists with one hand.

“No. I wanna see it,” she says. She lowers her head to your neck and starts to bite marks into it. She lets go of your wrists, and uses one hand to hold your chin to the side and the other to drag along your chest.

You can’t help but moan when she pulls your bra down to your waist and kisses your breasts. Her mouth wraps around your nipple as you grab her pink hair. Vi doesn’t seem to mind it.

Vi places her knee between your legs and you absentmindedly begin to grind against it. Vi brings it upward and you groan. The guards may not be able to hear you right now, but the other prisoners sure can.

“Shh…” Vi says, “You don’t want everyone to hear you, right? To hear how much of a slut you are just from grinding against my thigh?” Her words surprisingly make you moan. You shake your head, but you wouldn’t really mind it if they did.

She removes her leg from in between yours and you whine in frustration. Before you could protest, Vi grabs your body and throws you over her shoulder like you’re as light as a feather. It turns you on.

She walks over to the small bed without any struggle, and she tosses you onto it. You look up at her with those adorable, innocent eyes, and it drives her feral. She gets on top of you and makes out with you again, but this time it was much less gentle. Your hands tangle through her hair again, and you grab it as if she’s your only lifeline.

Vi’s lips travel down your neck, down your chest, and she starts kissing down your stomach. She finally unclips your bra, and then she surprises you when she licks a stripe all the way from your nipple to your neck.

Vi’s hand starts to reach for the hem of your pants. She sits on her knees between your legs to unbutton them. She takes your ankles and brings them up, allowing her to yank your shoes and pants off. You blush at being exposed like that, and your position with your legs in the air. You try to bend your knees to cover yourself, but Vi holds you still. Even though you’re still wearing your underwear, this feels very embarrassing.

“Vi…” you whine, but Vi pays no attention to it. Instead, she pushes your knees back so that they almost reach your head. You turn away in an attempt to hide your face from her. She doesn’t need to see your red face; this is humiliating enough as it already is.

“Aw, baby, are you shy?” Vi coos, “Hold your knees for me, just like that.” Despite the embarrassment, you obey. And you can’t say you don’t like it.

“Can I take this off?” Vi asks, gesturing to your underwear. You nod.

Vi pulls off your underwear, and she brings it to your knees. You squirm with the thought of how you must look right now. Legs up, knees apart, so fucking exposed, and it’s all for her.

“Aw, look how wet you are. You’re fucking soaked,” Vi teases. You whimper.

Without any warning, Vi pushes her middle finger all the way in and without any struggle. You moan.

Vi begins to slide another one in. This time, you can feel the slight sting from the stretch, but you like it. You subconsciously grind against her hand to push Vi’s fingers in deeper, and Vi chuckles.

“Fuck, you’re so needy, aren’t you? Good girl.” You shamelessly grind against her fingers as your eyes shut and you grip the sheets.

Vi flips then you two around, so she’s lying on the bed and you’re on top of her, your knees on either side of her waist. Her fingers are still in you.

“C’mon. Ride me,” Vi whispers as she pushes your head down to rest on her shoulder.

You moan at her words and start moving your hips again. You adjust yourself to get her fingers to just touch that one spot… but you can’t. You look down at her and see her smug smile. You know she’s avoiding that spot on purpose.

“Vi, fuck, c’mon,” you whine, still trying stimulate your sweet spot.

“What’s the magic word?” she teases, like you’re a child.

“Oh, fuck, please? Please, Vi, please please please…” you moan into her neck.

Vi suddenly curls her fingers in you. She hits the spot perfectly. She continuously rubbed it, giving you no break or chance to breathe.

“Oh my god… Vi… it feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!” You try to match her rhythm, but it was too fast for you. You do the best you can. When her other hand reaches down to rub your clit, you can’t hold your sounds back anymore. Fuck it if the other prisoners hear you. They can hear how good Vi is making you feel…

“Vi- I’m cumming,” you tell her, mouth agape and expression blissed out.

Suddenly, Vi pulls her fingers out of you takes her other hand away from your clit.

“No, no no no no…” you cry, as you attempt to grind against her, not wanting to lose your high. A tear of frustration falls down your cheek and Vi loves it.

“Aw, did my girl wanna cum?” You sniffle and nod.

“Please, please let me. I can’t take it,” you beg.

“But you look so adorable like this, crying into my neck,” Vi says, tilting your head up so she can wipe your tears away.

“Please…” you beg with desperation. Vi moves your body so that your knees are on either side of her right thigh.

“C’mon. Ride me properly, then,” she says. You whimper and begin moving your hips. The rough fabric of her pants against your swollen clit feels so good, and you try to match the pace Vi was going at earlier, but you can’t do it.

You cry out in annoyance, and you look up at Vi with those wet eyelashes and swollen lips.

“Vi, please, help me?” you ask. Vi shakes her head.

“You can do it. C’mon. Ride my thigh like the slut you are,” Vi says, grabbing your hair and pulling it back. You place your hands on her biceps and use it as leverage.

With each motion of your hips, Vi brings her leg up slightly to help you. Her hand is still in your hair, yanking and tugging on it whenever she feels like it. It hurts your scalp, but it feels so good.

“H-help…” you moan out. And, this time, Vi complies. She reaches down and rubs your clit while you ride her.

“Don’t cum without my permission,” Vi warns, and you nod in response.

In just a minute or two, you could feel your orgasm creep into your body again.

“Vi, gotta cum, please?” you ask her nicely.

“No,” Vi says. Plain and simple. You cry out in need as you continue riding her and Vi keeps rubbing your clit.

“Why?” you whine. Tears fall down your face as you struggle to hold it, and Vi smiles at the sight.

“Because I said so. Be a good girl for me,” Vi says. You want to, you really do. But you just can’t hold it anymore.

Just as you’re about to cum, Vi pulls her hand away and places her hands on your hips to halt their movement. You try to fight against her, but she’s too strong. No no no no…

You start to actually cry this time, not just the soft mewling like before. Vi yanks your hair, making you look upwards.

“Were you just about to cum? Without my permission? You weren’t planning on disobeying me, were you?” Vi says, looking at you angrily.

“‘M sorry, so sorry,” you whimper.

“Bad girl. Told you to hold it, and you didn’t even listen,” Vi hisses. You start to cry more.

“I really tried! I’m really sorry, I did listen!” you try to convince.

“Oh, really? So if I didn’t pull my hand away, you wouldn’t have cum?” Vi asks. You sniffle and stay silent which answered her question. Vi sighs.

“I’m so sorry, Vi, please,” you say in desperation. Vi grabs your face harshly and squishes your cheeks together. You try to apologize again, but it comes out in gibberish.

“Fucking slut can’t listen to fucking instructions,” Vi says. Her other hand reaches down to slap your ass. You moan in both pain and pleasure.

“M-more…” you moan, not even realizing what you said until Vi lets go of your face raises an eyebrow.

“Oh? You want more?” she says with a smirk. She brings her hand down on your ass over and over again, causing you grab onto her shoulders. You moan her name as more tears drip down your face.

“Such a dumb slut. Crying from a few spanks. But, fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this,” Vi whispers into your ear. She continues with her hard hits, making you squirm on top of her. She holds you down easily with one arm.

She doesn’t stop until red hot handprints litter your ass.

“You look so beautiful right now…” Vi tell you.

You sniffle, “Please, wanna cum now, I can’t take this anymore!”

“Aw, poor baby,” Vi says, stroking your hair, “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts, Vi. Please? Please help me?” you ask her nicely.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Vi says as she pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” she says. You obey. Vi kisses down your body until she reaches your dripping pussy. She gently places a peck on your clit, causing you to back your hips up against her face. Vi laughs at your desperation.

Finally, she licks a stripe up your slit and circles her tongue around your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Vi, it’s so good,” you moan.

Vi eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. Her tongue fucks deep into you and her nose nudges against your swollen clit.

“You taste so fucking sweet. I love it,” she whispers into your pussy. The slight vibration from her talking makes you go feral.

From all the edging you experienced prior, it doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge. Her lips sucking your clit and her strong hands holding your thighs was too much for you to handle.

“Vi, I need to cum, please, can I cum?” you whimper. For a second, you’re worried she’ll deny you again. But instead, she hums and nods between your legs.

You let go with a scream. This is the most intense orgasm you've ever had. You see stars and your legs shake around Vi’s head.

Vi doesn’t stop. She continues lapping up your juices as they drip down her chin. You make an attempt to push her head away, the sensitivity being too much, but she stays put until she gets every last drop.

You finally get a chance to breathe when she pulls away, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, and smirking at the sight of you.

Vi brushes your sweaty hair our of your face and coos at you.

“So good for me. Good girl,” she says. You nuzzle into her neck as you start to drift off. Vi gently puts your underwear back on for you and drapes the blanket over the two of you.

“Thank you…” you whisper. She slowly drags her fingers down your arm.

“Hey?” she asks. You hum in response.

“How’d you get in here?” Vi asks, “You never told me.”

“I… dealt some drugs,” you respond.

“Oh? So it really is just minor shit. I thought you were hiding something,” Vi laughs. You laugh too.

“Yeah, just some shimmer,” you admit. Vi stops laughing for a second and her eyes widen.

“You’re kidding,” she says, stunned.

“I’m not,” you chuckle.

“You dealt fucking shimmer? That’s fucking crazy. I didn’t know you were capable of that shit,” Vi replies, sounding impressed.

“Yeah, well, I got caught, so…”

“Well, you know, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have had the best orgasm of your life,” Vi smirks. You nod in agreement.

You yawn and your eyes began to close. You rest your face comfortably in her neck, and she looks down at you in adoration.

“My good girl…”

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Prostitution with Sevika

Kinktober Day Four!

SEVIKA X FEM!READER

Word Count: 2.1K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS: Swearing, prostitution, brothel setting, dom!Sevika, sub!reader, reader calls Sevika 'daddy', fingering (r!receiving), vaginal sex (r!receiving), strap-on use, strap referred to as 'cock'/'dick'

SYNOPSIS: You are a new hire at the Underground Brothel and you are selected by the business's regular client. Now you get to find out if the rumors are true.

DISCLAIMER: BANNERS MADE BY THE LOVELY @cafekitsune

Why did you think this was a good idea?

Well, truth be told, you didn’t think this was a good idea… But it was the only idea you had left. Your family was dead, like everyone was in the Undercity. Your partner got herself killed from a shimmer overdose, and you were facing being homeless. Your entire world was turned upside down and it was all fucked to no end. But now you had to pick up the pieces.

You were hired at the brothel. What the actual fuck were you thinking? Well, you knew Babette, and she was willing to give you a chance. It was decent money, and you were given free food during every shift. How could you turn it down?

It was your first week and you have already been through hell. The women who came to the brothel tended to be high on shimmer and sloppy at best, but the men; they were aggressive, vicious, and you found yourself leaving with aches and pains every single night.

And yet, when you entered the room that you were assigned to today, you were surprised to say the least. The outfit on the bench was… strange. Normally, the clientele wanted something revealing, lace, and soft bright colors. No, you were given something black, made of leather, and matching black heels to complete the look.

“Don’t question it,” You told yourself. “Just put it on.”

You slowly stripped off all your clothes and pulled on the leather bustier and black lace panties. Your fingers twitched slightly as you strapped the heels to your feet and ran your fingers through your hair… Your lipstick was a deep maroon color, and you had deep, dramatic eyeliner. Seems like you thought it all out already?

Who was your client today? Why were you so nervous? What if it was a man that was three times your size? What if it was more than one man? What if you got hurt today?

“Did you hear about who she picked today?” A shiver raced down your spine as you approached the curtains in front of your door, biting down on your painted lip. Who were they talking about?

“Oh, I heard. Cute little new girl is about to get ruined today, huh?” You… they were talking about you! But who else? Who was she?

You’d get your answer soon enough.

It felt like forever until you heard the heavy footfalls in the hallways. Whispers carried in the corridors, along with the aggressive clicks of heels from your fellow ‘coworkers’ running away from whoever was making their presence known inside of the building. Your fingers trembled as you dared a peek out from behind your curtain.

Not even a second later, the curtain was being pulled back and in walked your client… Tall, muscular, handsome, and absolutely terrifying.

The brothel’s most regular visitor. Silco’s right hand… the person that everyone in the underground fears.

Sevika.

You nearly fell down the stairs, heels slipping on the concrete flooring as you tried to back away and give her the space she deserved. But it seemed she had other ideas.

Before your body could come in contact with the ground, the woman reached out and grabbed both of your hips with her hands. Her right hand was warm and calloused, a pulse beneath her flesh, but her left hand? Cold, sharp, and thrumming with the energy of her mechanical arm hidden beneath that cloak she always wears.

“Easy, doll,” Her voice is deep, husky almost as she steps forward and lowers you down to the stable surface behind you. Shivers raced down your back and you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling in her grasp. For a moment, neither of you said anything. But then her eyes raked all over your body and she breathed, hard. “Damn, look at you… Pretty little thing all dressed up just for me?”

Were you supposed to speak? You have heard so many stories about Sevika… how aggressive and cruel she is out there on the streets, and how she kills without mercy or a care in the world. You were scared of her, to say the least… And Sevika could see it in your eyes. She knew what her reputation was and was more than happy to push the agenda.

“Scared of me?”

You inhaled sharply, your hands slowly sliding from your sides to hold onto her forearms. The whirring of the mechanics of her arm made your thighs tremble. “N-No, miss…”

“Funny,” Sevika reached down and gently ran her rough fingertips along the edge of your jaw before she slid her hand in your hair. You breathed slowly for a second, fearing you said something wrong to her. She looked amused, but looks could be deceiving… The gap between her two front teeth was cute. You focused on the crease of her jawline, the scars on her face, and the way her brows were pulled down.

She was so fucking hot that you forgot why you were afraid… and then, she grabbed at your hair, making you yelp and submit. Your hands had slid far too high up, and she was punishing you… Fuck, she was punishing you! “Better watch it. I’m paying to touch you, not the other way around.”

“But—” You hiccupped, looking into her eyes for the briefest second. She waited for your words to continue. “S-sorry…”

“Oh, she has manners?” Sevika showed off the smile that made your stomach flutter for a brief moment and reached down with both hands, gripping your thighs and lifting you off the floor like you weighed almost nothing to her. Out of instinct, your hands reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders for stability. “We’re going to have fun.”

Before you could utter another sound, you felt something press against you… something solid, and stiff. Something that felt like it was alive, right against the wet spot on your panties. A low moan left your throat and you just immediately knew what it was.

“Take it off, doll,” Sevika breathed against your neck. “You know you want to.”

Fingers trembled as you reached for the cloak on her shoulders and slowly pulled it over her head. The brown fabric dropped to the floor behind her, and you looked down, confirming your suspicion. Sevika was strapped under her pants… the bulge was now way more obvious without the cloak.

“Feel that?” Sevika pressed her flesh hand to your rear and stepped forward, spinning you around and sitting herself down on the couch behind you. The second you were in her lap, she was pushing you down onto her hips and grinding the bulge against your cunt like it was her damn birthright to do so.

Your pulse quickened with every passing second, and you dropped your face down against her chest, breathing in the scent of tobacco and her natural scent… Strong, earthy, like a roaring wood fire. You didn’t know what came over you, but before you could scold yourself for knowing better, your tongue came in contact with her bear neck and your lips trailed all over her exposed skin.

Sevika tensed up and her fingers went from holding your hips to sliding under the fabric of your panties, grabbing at your flesh and making you instinctively bite down on her shoulder. Nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. Sevika looked like she was about to start climbing the walls as she felt your hips roll forward on top of her.

With a simple flick of her metallic fingers, the underwear given to you was ripped off your body and you barely had time to recover before Sevika was lifting you off her lap and reaching to pull the zipper of her pants down. A sigh left your throat, and you could only push your face into her neck; Sevika didn’t like that.

“Nuh-uh,” She grabbed your chin with her flesh hand, pulling you back to look down into her eyes. Her grey irises were staring directly passed your fears and into your soul. It was like she was lighting you on fire from the inside out. “You look at me. Prettiest fucking girl is going to look at me when I fuck her.”

Her words made you blush from the tips of your ears down to your neck and you almost forgot that this was your job… It was easy to think that Sevika had just picked you out of everyone in the underground to have a night with. Not… that she was paying for it.

“Don’t worry,” Sevika smirked, that crease in her brow becoming more prominent as you felt her hand leave your face and slide down between your legs. When you felt her calloused fingers against your soft wet folds, you forgot how to breathe. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

The sound you made was beyond pornographic. Two of her fingers slipped inside of your wetness without any kind of resistance. Your entire body went rigid, and your eyes fluttered for a brief second before you forced yourself to look at her. Sevika smirked and basked in your expressions, slowly pushing you up and down on her digits.

What did you even say? What were you supposed to even do? Sevika isn’t like your other clients… She’s so intense, even when she’s barely touching you. It feels like you are drowning, even if its just her presence surrounding you. Your inner walls squeeze at her fingers as she curls them at just the right angle. Sevika smirked.

“Oh, you like that?” Sevika kept you steady on her lap with her metal hand while the other one worked in and out of your pussy. “So wet for me, already? Barely touched you, doll.”

“Fuuck...” You rolled your entire body forward, biting your lip and leaning down just enough to press soft kisses against her face. “P-Please—”

“Please, what?” Sevika said sternly. “Use your words, doll.”

“I… I n-need… ohfuck...”

“Come on,” She smirked, curling her fingers at just the right angle that you almost feel your legs give out. “Just say it—”

“Fuck me,” You whine, finally giving in. “Please, please, please… fuck me, daddy.”

There was a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before. It was like a switch had flipped inside of her because in mere seconds, you went from sitting on her lap to her pushing you down into the floor that was littered with pillows, blankets, anything you could desire to make this as comfortable as possible.

Sevika all but ripped her pants to try and free what had been teasing you initially. You only had a few seconds to really look at the strap around her hips before she was lining the tip of the bright purple silicone against your core.

“Pretty little thing,” Sevika growled, almost ferally as she slammed down overtop of you. Suddenly, the leather around your chest felt entirely too tight, like you couldn’t breathe. You began frantically reaching for the ties to undo the restraint on your chest, and Sevika noticed because you gasped at her ripping the ropes off the bustier and pushing the fabric apart to really look at you.

“Now, because you were a good girl…” Sevika gently prodded your opening, making you whimper and reach for her biceps. “You get a warning before you get fucked.”

“Daddy, please—”

That was her trigger. You could only grab at her muscles before she was plunging all of her strap inside of your cunt like it belonged to her. You tried to scream, but nothing came out other than a strangled squeak as your head went back on the pillows and tears filled your eyes.

You aren’t a stranger to being stretched out like this. It wasn’t like it was your first day at the brothel… but it was your first day with Sevika. She only gave you a few seconds to adjust to that cock before she was reaching down with her flesh fingers and gently rubbing at your clit.

Your soft squeaks faded into intense moans, much to the woman’s delight. She chuckled, watching you squirm and look at her like she was an alien of some sort.

“Not what you expected, doll?” Sevika teased, rolling her hips forward and making you moan like the whore you were. “Didn’t think I’d care about making you feel good?”

Very stupidly, you nodded.

“Let me fix that,” She leaned down and you curled your fingers into the leather of her jacket before bracing yourself for the most intense workday of your entire fucking life.

“Be good for daddy and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll beg me not to leave.”

And that is exactly what Sevika did.

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The Decay of Yesterday: Chapter Four {Viktor x Reader}

this is a reader-insert fic, but i hate the terms y/n, (name), etc., so i’ll be using the nickname “scout” in place of it! if that’s not your cup of tea, well, then this probably isn’t the story for you. hope you enjoy!

word count: 2k

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Five years after the first outbreak

You woke up the next morning to gunshots.

A bullet cracking through the air sent you up and out of bed into a frenzy. You had fallen asleep in the infirmary next to Ollie’s bed. She was stirring but hadn’t woken up yet. Skipper was curled up next to your side.

Or he had been.

He was on his feet, looking around wildly as you got to your feet and tried to look out the window. There was nothing you could see.

“Stay here with Ollie.” You say, and he nods, sitting on her bed and holding her hand tightly. You leave the room as she mumbles, “wassat noise?”

The halls are filled with people sucked in their own little world, not minding the noise and just going on with their day. No one gave you any helpful directions when you asked where the gunshots were coming from. Who was shooting a gun, and why wasn’t anyone stopping the noise when it could draw zombies?

Another bullet whizzed through the air as you pushed open doors into a courtyard. That was the sixth one so far. How many were in the magazine?

The bright light blinded you for a moment, causing you to put your hand up to block it and squint so you could try to see.

What you saw made rage boil.

A wiry young woman—probably in her late teens—with long blue hair in braids was holding a gun.

Your gun.

“Only ever use it if it’s a last resort. You’ll know what to do.”

Before you knew what you were doing, you were running forward. The woman turned just as your fist connected with her jaw and knocked her to the ground, sending the gun skittering away from her grasp. Then, you were running to the weapon, picking it up and checking for damage, and then checking the chamber and magazine.

There was a single bullet left.

You hear an anger-filled cry, and someone tackles you to the ground. Your head cracks against the concrete, and suddenly your head is spinning. You can feel the blood dripping down as the woman raises your head by the collar of your scrubs and slams your head against the concrete again and again and again. Finally, you manage to clock her in the eye before she kneels on your upper arms so you can’t move.

There’s the sound of running, and suddenly Jayce is pulling the woman off, and Vi is hauling you to your feet. The entire time you clutch the weapon and don’t let anyone pull it out of your hands as Vi and the black-haired woman sling your arms over their shoulders and drag you out of the courtyard.

The blue-haired woman is shrieking and wailing as Jayce and Sevika try to get her under control. You hear her all the way to the infirmary.

Viktor is sitting again at Ollie’s side, talking to her and Skipper until he notices you. You must look awful because he pales and stands.

“What happened?” He asks, and Vi grunts as she helps you onto the bed,

“Jinx happened.” She says and props your head up on pillows after putting a towel behind your head.

Her hand comes away bloody.

“—at do you mean Jinx happened?” You realize Viktor is still talking, and your head lolls to the side against the pillow. He is opening and closing drawers, looking for something.

“That bitch took my gun.” You mumble, and he looks at you from where he had been rummaging through one of the drawers. He looks at the gun that is still in your hand.

“You let her do this to you over a weapon?” He demands incredulously, and you shrug as best you can while in bed.

“It’s very important to me.” You say simply. Viktor rolls his eyes but finally finds what he is looking for.

A needle and thread.

Immediately you sit up,

“There’s uh… there’s no need for that. I’m fine.” You say, leaning away as he hobbles over. Viktor sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide under his arm. He shakes it.

There isn’t much left.

Viktor mumbles a curse under his breath but hands the needle and bottle off to Vi.

“Go clean that in the sink. We need it to be sterile.” He says to her. Vi nods, taking both items carefully, going to the sink, and dousing the needle in what's left of the liquid. Viktor takes it back, and after tossing the bottle in the waste bin beside the bed, he threads the needle and motions for you to turn around.

“Absolutely not.” You say, and Viktor raises an eyebrow but scoots closer anyway.

“You are bleeding. You need medical treatment.” He replies, and you shake your head before cradling your skull with your free hand.

Vi speaks quietly to the black-haired woman, who still hasn’t said two words to you but nods and leaves the room. She comes back with a bottle of clear liquid.

It didn’t have a label.

Viktor takes the bottle with a quiet “Thank you, Miss Kiramman.” and hands it to you.

“Drink this.” He says, and you have to refrain from smacking it out of his hands. Though part of you desperately wanted to.

“And why should I do that?” You say. Viktor looks two seconds away from strangling you as you continue to refuse to take the bottle in his hand.

“It’s vodka.”

“Why would I drink vodka?!”

“We don’t have general anesthesia here, and I need to sew your wound shut.”

“You aren’t getting anywhere near me with that needle.”

“Head wounds bleed a lot. If you bleed any more, you’ll pass out.”

“Let me pass out then! You aren’t sewing my head shut.”

Viktor looks up at the ceiling as if praying for strength. Then he turns to Vi and “Miss Kiramman” and then to you.

“Would you hold Scout down, please?”

Your gaze turns to them, and you scowl. Miss Kiramman at least has the decency to look nervous.

“Are you sure we should do that?” She asks, and you shake your head,

“You get any closer, and I’ll bite you. Pretty sure you don’t want that.” You snap, and she actually backs up a step. Vi steps in front of her, her hand clenching into a fist.

“Try that, and you’ll get another hit to the head.” She snarls, and Viktor holds up his hands.

“No one is biting or punching anyone.” He says, voice slightly raised to get everyone’s attention. Your eyes snap back to meet his, and he looks angry.

Angry at you specifically.

But you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Scout?” Comes Ollie’s quiet voice, and your head whips to the side a little too quickly and sends another wave of pain coursing through your head. You have to hold in a whine.

Ollie is holding onto Skipper’s arm and looking at you with wide eyes. You offer what you hope is a kind smile,

“What’s wrong, Ollie?” You say, and she creeps closer to your bedside and worms her hand into your free one. Then she leans into your ear and whispers as if telling you a secret.

“You should let Viktor help you. He’s nice.” She says, and you sigh. It was one thing to worry about yourself; it was a whole other thing to have her and Skipper worrying about you.

“Alright, fine.” You say and turn your gaze onto Viktor. It turns into a scowl as you look at the needle again. “But no alcohol. It’s probably not good for a concussion.” You finish, and he shrugs.

“It’s your choice.” Is all he says.

The pain isn’t bad, but it’s not at all comfortable. You clench your free hand in the sheets when Ollie lets go of it. But even through all the agony, you still don’t drop the gun.

“Only ever use it if it’s a last resort. You’ll know what to do.”

The stitching doesn’t take long. Viktor—while infuriating—is quick and efficient in his work. First, he cuts the thread with scissors and ties it off. Then he presses some pills into your hand. They’re nondescript and white. They look vaguely like Tylenol, but you can’t be sure.

“Take these for the pain.” He says curtly before hobbling from the infirmary with the slam of the metal door.

“What crawled up his ass and died?” You mumble as Vi hands you a canteen of water.

“He’s just difficult sometimes.” She says, and you look at the ceiling as you swallow the pills. Difficult was an understatement.

“So I’ve heard.”

Miss Kiramman finally speaks up,

“Why did you provoke Jinx?” She asks, and you look at her.

“Who are you again?” You ask, and she purses her lips,

“Caitlyn Kiramman. Tell me why you provoked Jinx. The girl with the blue hair.” She asks again, and you hold up the gun. She flinches away with a surprised, “Don’t wave that around!” You raise your eyebrows,

“I’m not going to shoot anyone. This is too important to me.” You say, and Vi frowns,

“Why?” She asks, and you shrug,

“Because it’s only to be used as a last resort in this day and age.” You reply cryptically, and you can see the wheels turning in their heads.

Vi is the first to figure it out.

But the door opens again before she can say anything.

Silco enters with Sevika holding Jinx by her arms as the adults settle her onto a cot. She’s nursing an angry bruise on her jaw from your hit, but he’s mostly calm, with Silco speaking to her in soft tones. At least she’s calm until she sees you. Then she jumps to her feet and starts to run over, an angry snarl on her face when Sevika catches her arm and wheels her around to force her onto the bed.

“She punched me!” She shrieks, and Ollie and Skipper both flinch at the noise. You forget that they grew up in a mostly silent world with you whispering so as not to attract the undead.

You realize abruptly that, for whatever reason, Jayce is nowhere to be found.

You glance up in time to see Silco making his way over to your bedside. You unconsciously scoot back as he sits at the edge of the bed. You try to avoid looking at his eyes altogether.

“I understand there was a misunderstanding this morning.” He begins, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You don’t want him talking to you.

You want him to leave you alone.

“Jinx was using my gun.” You reply simply, and he cocks his head to the side. Almost like a bird.

“You hit her over a weapon?” He inquires. You nod once. Better to keep your answers short and to the point. There wasn’t any reason to be long and flowery with your words when you felt he would use those to his advantage.

Silco lets out a breath,

“Come with me.” He says, and Caitlyn steps forward,

“But Scout’s injured and needs rest!” She exclaims but stops when Silco holds up a hand. It seems he runs a tight ship here at the compound, commanding respect in those around him. That or fear.

You get to your feet, wobbling slightly at first but refusing help from Vi and Caitlyn.

“Stay with Ollie and Skipper, please.” You whisper to them. Vi nods and corrals the kids back to Ollie’s bed with featherlight promises of learning to play a card game. Caitlyn hesitates but relents when you give her a look.

Sevika is still holding Jinx down as you pass her on the way to the entrance.

Jinx is looking like she wants to murder you.

Part of you wonders if she’s plotting to do so.

As Silco leads you into what looks like an office and shuts the door behind you, you can’t help but hope he isn’t about to kill you here and now.

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