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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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↞[arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain↠

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika] with s/o wet due to rain (and a bit sad)

I know you missed me <3 I’ve almost finished the exams of this session, so I can write more! I’ve seen some authors join challenges where they write one scenario a day and I’d like to do something similar, in case you have prompt you can dm it to me!

(While I was writing it took a particular meaning, so I specify that in some points is the reader is a little sad/ melancholy)

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

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

The rain doesn’t bother Jayce too much, at least when he’s the one getting soak to the bone.

But when you knock on the door of his dorm room, he casts his eyes in disbelief.

He pulls you into the room quickly, raising the temperature of the thermostat.

makes you sit and offers something warm as he goes to prepare the bath, putting clean towels and his clothes on hand.

If they’re too wide, it’s not a problem, he’ll just look away and shrug, his ears flushing. Clearly, his neurons stopped working on that view.

When you come back from the bathroom you find him busy preparing the bed by putting extra pillows and plaids.

will make you find food, no matter if it is junk food or vegetable broth arranged in that little time, the important thing is that you completely recover

"I thought if you’ve been out in the rain so long it’s because something didn’t go right and... uhm..."

obviously worried, but he won’t force you to talk about it. If you’ve actually just caught the downpour, he’ll give you a lecture about bringing always an umbrella and how health is important

If you actually have something upsetting you, he will just caress the back of your neck

will hold you close if you do not want to talk about it, so that you feel that you are not alone.

【Viktor】

You probably don’t even have to reach him.

Both in the courtyard of the academy soaked to the bone, hair stuck to the face.

on the one hand you are two idiots, on the other the feeling of loneliness, the smell of petrichor, the rain that seems to wash away the problems relaxes you

You go back to the dorm together, arm in arm because of the slippery ground

I can’t really tell what’s the reason, but taken by an unjustified euphoria, mixed with the fact that no one sees you, you would even sing off-key some notes of "Loverboy" to Viktor, who would barely hold a giggle.

It is said that not all evils come to harm, and showering together is proof of this.

It doesn’t have to result in something more, it’s a simple way to replicate the feeling of raindrops on the skin without getting sick.

You enjoy a bit the feeling, a bit the intimacy that is created by gently passing your fingers in each other’s hair.

After the ritual shower you are together wrapped in blankets, talking about more and less with your eyes closed: the exams, the hextech, some embarrassing scene of Jayce happened in the day, up to fall asleep in that position

lulled by the sound of the storm, muffled by the closed glass

【Ekko】

He doesn’t love the rain, but in his defense it is both an obstacle when you move with the hoverboard, both the rain of zaun is so acidic to be almost corrosive.

The first instinct to see you come back to the firelights soaking wet would be to scold you: he is worried, he didn’t see you return to base, he had feared the worst.

Once he gets past the initial reaction, he’ll make fun of you. Look at you, you look like a drowned rat.

he would bring you a warm clothes change and approach you, rubbing the back of your head with a towel partly to remove water from your hair, partly to get a smile out of you.

a quick check to see if you got hurt, ready to medicate you in case, before getting told in detail what you were doing out there, if you saw or did something and how it went.

He would not be too apprehensive, the rain is annoying but it is the least.

But he’s empathetic enough to know if you’ve been taken aback by the sudden rain or if you needed to be alone with yourself.

"Ya know… if something goes wrong you can tell me ‘bout it, if not as a partner at least as a member of this community. We solve problems together. There is no "stupid" or "not serious" problem, if something hurts you"

He’s not one to talk too sentimental, but in these cases he prefers to put aside his character and remind you that you’re not alone

and that if you do not have an umbrella you can stand in two under the same

【Silco】

When you enter his office dripping wet, he looks up from the documents only to raise his brows, before looking back at the pieces of paper, waiting for an explanation.

He is not indifferent to the fact that you are shaking like a leaf, but in his gaze it’s implied a scolding: you should have repaired yourself or should not have gone out at all.

If you don’t feel like explaining yourself, Silco’d just sigh and put the documents in a desk drawer, getting up to go get a plaid hot enough to make you stop shaking.

But he doesn’t wrap you in it or give it to you directly, he walks instead to return sitting on his throne

He places the blanket in such a way that he wrap you when you go to sit on his lap, holding you. It is about respecting the spaces, if you want physical comfort you can hide in his arms, otherwise you can only take the blanket.

Plus, you can take your time.

he would turn on the gramophone, letting the low volume music fill the room.

He doesn’t talk, you already know everything you need to know. He gently runs his fingers through your wet hair until you fall asleep, wrapping you up better.

"Sometimes it’s good for us to carve out a corner of the world for ourselves, to be alone with our thoughts. But don’t overdo it, health is a precious gift."

his lips whisper these words softly against your temple.

He does not mind the rain, the noise relaxes him, so would take advantage of it to stay for a while in intimacy tight in that position, lulled by the notes that fill the air and by the drops of water on the green window

【Marcus】

He wouldn’t really know how to act, he wouldn’t spontaneously do anything other than ask you explicitly if everything’s okay and what he can do.

He’s a simple man: if you tell him to get the tub ready, he does. If you tell him to make a seat for you at the table, he is already in the kitchen.

he’s not stupid, he just doesn’t know what you feel do to and what you don’t, so he shows his concern in helping you the exact way you need help.

If he has already eaten, he will still sit at the table with you, perhaps peeling a fruit while you are busy eating a hot meal.

And he is going to tell you about his day, about the child, about how the Kirammans are giving him white hair.

"You know Marcus, they kinda suit you well. White hair I mean"

He looks up at you before spreading his lips in an idiot smile that never fails to put you in a good mood

"Then I’ll be working overtime for that family. Double shift tomorrow, definitely."

Maybe he doesn’t have loud reactions or exaggerations, but that normality that permeates the room when you’re alone with him makes you feel safe.

When you start eating the fruit, he stands up and disappears into the bedroom.

You are going to find extra pillows and candles, just to create a small corner for you two

【Vander】

The sigh that comes out of his lips is worth more than a hundred words.

He makes you sit at the counter and prepares you a hot drink, something to warm you up with before he crosses his arms.

"So? You don’t have to tell me anything?" can be a little intimidating, but you know he’s just worried. You imagine that he waited for you with anxiety, that he is worried about you and how you feel.

He knows you’re grown and independent, but he still feels responsible for everything that happens in the lanes, and you also know for sure he was ready to blame himself if anything happened to you.

In case it was just a shower, a second sigh would follow, this time to lighten the chest.

he smiles at you tired but full of love. "One day you’ll scare me to death like this"

If you want to talk instead Vander is a great listener, would remain silent and would take some time to answer you, so that he actually looks for a solution or an adequate answer and not just being polite.

very apprehensive, he is the father of four children after all. Once he’s done cleaning the inn, he’ll carry you in his room, cuddling and covering you in attention.

Being in bed together, covered, while he hugs you from behind is the closest thing you can get to heaven

【Singed】

He wouldn’t be too worried, but you can’t blame him, he’s used to things worse than two drops of water.

He’d look up at you, moving his gaze away from his bakers and test tubes to make sure everything is okay, making room for you next to him.

"Something wrong?" the voice is hoarse and low, almost relaxing in its uniqueness.

he puts his vest on your back to cover you as much as possible to warm you up a bit and take off with his thumb a few drops of rain caught between your eyelashes

You know he’s working and he’s busy, and that attention he gives you while his hands are extracting the drug is enough to make you smile.

From time to time he caresses your cheek, while your head rests leaning against the work surface, with the back of his hand, as if to tell you that he is not ignoring you.

You take the opportunity to close your eyes and rest a bit, trying to focus on the noise of glass and the metal that gently clinks.

"Will you tell me about it?"

After a while he stops and looks at you, devoting all his attention to you.

He’s not a talkative man, but he’s a man of science. And when he puts everything on the table, leaning his back against the wall to be able to look at you better you know that he is expressing how important you are.

【Jinx】

perplexed, but amused

"awww, did you go for a walk in the rain?"

It is not a problem if you make the floor wet, but she gives you a signal to not to approach the stationary shovels that act as a bridge to avoid unpleasant accidents.

A lot of questions about why you were out, what the rain was like today, what it tasted like.

She feels enthusiastic even though her fingers are busy tightening bolts and attaching cables.

When you crouch on the sofa next to the creepy dummy, she turns to look at you, you can’t tell the expression, but she throws the device into the void, letting it explode as she approaches.

She doesn’t ask questions, she’s the first one who doesn’t know how to express what’s going on. Jinx just bends over so her face is lower than you, hands on her knees, and tilts her head as she looks into your eyes.

And she is so tender in that moment that you wish you could take a picture of it.

She takes old clothes or rags and sits on your lap, wiping your hair with a playful act, similar to what her sister did with her when they came back from a mission drenched to the bone.

You can’t help but smile as you see her concentrated expression, her incisors exposed by her lips and her tongue between her teeth

She is not good at words, her comfort is physical contact. She would remain embraced by you playing carelessly with your clothes

【Vi】

If it’s her standing in the rain, there’s no problem. She also enjoys the feeling of the rain on her skin as if it could wash away all the guilt she has taken.

But the moment you’re soaking wet, the situation changes.

Vi takes off her leather jacket to put it on your head while you run for shelter, and j

keeps an eye on you, ready to support you if you lose your balance because of the wet roads.

found a shelter keeps you to herself, makes you lean with the head on her shoulder and carelessly stokes your waist

from time to time she takes your hands between of hers and blows on them to warm them up, waiting for the rain to diminish before going home.

holds you closer to herself when she hears thunder or the light of lightning fills the shelter, an instinct that has not lost and probably will never lose.

Once you’re home, she’ll make you undress immediately to wash your clothes, no matter how much you try to reassure her that you’re okay or that you don’t need to, she’ll just give you a scolding look before continuing.

She’s a hundred percent quiet type to cuddle in bed while the storm is raging outside.

If you’re afraid she holds you, falling asleep holding your hand

【Sevika】

She is the first to come home always wet or dirty, so she probably wouldn’t even notice

but as soon as he sees the clothes sticking to your skin she frowns perplexed

"Did you want to take a shower?"

She throws you a towel or something with which you can take the damp off you while she carries an ashtray, two glasses and a bottle of liquor on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She comes from an environment where you cannot be weak in any way, and everything that is not about something concrete is out of her reach

Sevika sits down and makes room for you on the sofa.

If you’ve just been caught unprepared by the bad weather you drink and talk about more and less, while a hand on your thigh rubs it loosely.

But if something bothers you, she won’t force you to talk about it. Silence isn’t awkward, it’s just an intimate way of communicating.

And if the alcohol makes you want to tell her what’s wrong she will listen to you in religious silence staring at the amber liquid in the glass; she does not touch neither cigarettes nor liquor until you are finished

bonus: if you tell her that someone has wronged you, don’t worry that the rain will not stop her from getting up immediately to go and... “talk to them”.

【Mel】

As soon as you show up wet as a drowned rat, she call off the servants, telling them to prepare a hot bath, dinner and the bedroom.

You see her thinning her eyes and crossing her arms to her chest, looking like she’s waiting for an explanation.

It’s not as hard as it may seem, in her work she learned that you have to first assess the situation well and then act accordingly,

for this reason she wants to understand if it was just carelessness (and turn a homicidal look that will make you burst out laughing because you know that she behaves like this because she loves you)

or if there was a problem.

You see her play imperceptibly with her ring, she knows she can always be little present and the fear of making you feel neglected or not enough consumes her, but she cannot show it or say it explicitly.

It must be said that he is not a person who accepts not receiving answers, if Mel understands that you do not want to talk about what happened she softens the tone approaching, a hand on your cheek precedes her lips, her warm breath on your skin.

She’d find a way to get you to talk, more than out of curiosity because she needs to know if it’s a problem she can solve it.

she would feel guilty anyway, because she did not notice before the fact that you were having troubles, regardless of whether the problem concerns her or not

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fanandfiction · 2 years

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𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out...

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: The premise of these headcanons is that the standard three meals a day are synonymous with a corresponding intensity of sex. That intensity goes up as the day goes on. Breakfast is on the vanilla end of the scale, whereas Dinner is on the kinkier side.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), mild praise kink, pet names, fingering, reader is def a pillow princess :), somnophilia, shower sex (is lowkey dangerous/do not try this attempt at home)

Characters: Fem!Reader, Caitlyn, Viktor, Vander, Marcus

THERE IS NFSW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

In the early morning, when the sun has just barely peeked from behind the horizon, Caitlyn would have you upon a mountain of Piltover's fluffiest feather-stuffed pillows. She’d carefully lay you back, and you would sink right into them, enough so you couldn’t quickly get up without her help but not so you wouldn’t have a view of the show. Caitlyn would maintain eye contact, delicately pressing kisses down your sternum, abdomen, and pelvis before finally making contact with your velvety lower lips. Both of you moan loudly and let your eyes slip closed as she buries her tongue in your folds. Caitlyn begins to nibble and suck at your clit. It feels like a delightful ascension to heaven every time she buries her face between your thighs. As she makes a meal of you, she also has a habit of wrapping her hands over your inner thighs, kneading and massaging the sensitive flesh. It also served the purpose of holding you steady as you become more riled up and sensitive. When she knows you're close, she’ll take two fingers and thrust into you roughly as she sucks on your clit. She’d goad you on, using her smooth voice to tip you over the edge.

“How beautiful! Piltover's finest pillow princess~” She’d say, the vibration of her words only adding to the weight of her ministrations. You’re already tipping over the edge when she pulls away to give you the command to come undone. Your walls squeeze tightly against her fingers, you can’t keep from grinding your sensitive clit against the palm of her hand, and you release the most ear-shrilling moan of pleasure as she encourages you on, “There, there. Cum for me, Darling.”

Most days, Viktor woke well before the city. He would carefully kiss your forehead and quietly leave for the lab without disrupting your sleep. On the rare occasion he’s unmotivated to leave bed before you wake, he will 100% use the opportunity to wake you with his mouth. He’ll assure you’re sound asleep on your back, gently moving you if he has to. Once all is right, he simply goes ahead with spreading your legs and gently removing your undergarments. The chill of the early morning air against your warm cunt causes you to stir, but not enough to completely wake you. With a clear path, Viktor wastes no time burying his face between your legs. He moans in delight, savoring your taste. His large hands hold your lower belly flat and still as your body starts to jerk with pleasure. A knot in your core tightens as sweet consciousness begins to consume you, and you burst awake as Viktor begins trusting his long fingers into you. Your skin is on fire, and by the way your toes curl, he can tell you’re close.

“Cum for me, my sweet.” He’ll hum into you. The sweet reverberations send waves of pleasure coursing through you. You’re moaning loudly at this point, trying everything you can to gain your sweet release. You grind hard on his face; feeling the tip of his nose brush against your clit is everything you need. You cum hard and fast. Your mind blanks, and you see white as you come down. “Good morning, love.”

Vander, most mornings, can be found polishing glasses before the Last Drop opens in the late afternoon. Usually, this is also when he restocks the tap and cleans up any mess from the previous night. Most mornings, Vander has no trouble finding work for himself. But, when he’s not too busy, and you’re accompanying him, there’s a good chance you’ll found bent over the bar counter. Your fists tightly grasp the countertop, grounding you as Vander makes himself useful, licking your wet cunt clean. His thick tongue fucks in and out of your lower cavern, devouring every drop of pleasure you have to offer. Vander is more intoxicating than anything you could serve at the bar, your head spins, and your walls clench tightly around him. Just when you think it can't get any better, he’ll remove himself from you momentarily, leaving you cold and empty. You whine at the loss of his warm mouth, but you aren’t barren for too long. He experiments by thrusting his thick index finger into your entrance, and you tightly pulse around him. Once he deems you ready, he replaces it with another finger, stretching you delightfully.

He fucks you hard with his fingers, and it’s not long before you feel ready to cum. Vander can feel it too. He leans down and continues to suckle and lick your clit until you topple over the edge. The simultaneous stimulation is too much for you to bear, and you arch off the counter as something in you snaps.

“I’ve got you, hun,” Vander sweetly comforts you through your blissful orgasm. His free hand comes and massages your ass as you come down.

Marcus was never one to skip a shower, especially since his job often found him in the filthy trenches of the undercity. As sheriff, he had to be up early, so you rarely joined him in the mornings. When you do, it’s usually for a morning shower. Groggy and heavily afflicted by morning wood, it wouldn't take long for one thing to lead to another. With his back facing the shower head, Marcus would hold you up so your sopping cunt was level with his mouth and your thighs rested on his shoulders. Beads of hot water splashed down on him, but that did little to deter him from savoring his morning coffee. His large hands drape over your thighs. One of them finds itself massaging a handful of the delicate meat of your thigh, and the other’s thumb circles your clit as he fucks you with his tongue. He moans deeply into you, savoring you. Your own hands find themselves tied up in his dripping hair, trying desperately to pull him closer as you find yourself climbing that familiar peak.

“Come on. Cum for me, baby,” He mutters into your cunt. The hand massaging your thigh drops suddenly. You immediately miss the warmth, but the disappointment leaves you when you feel his fingers come to circle your entrance. Two beautifully thick fingers push into you, massaging your gummy inner walls. You squeeze tightly against them, only serving to encourage your partner. Marcus fingers you faster, and you can feel yourself falling over the edge. You let out a blissful scream as your orgasm comes washing over you, Marcus only slowing his pace to help ease you down.

Next part: For Lunch - includes: Jayce, Silco, Cassandra, Vi

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sevikasupremacy · 1 year

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Interrupted - Grayson x Reader

Summary: Marcus walks in on you and Grayson making out.

You felt the air thickens, feeling hotter than before. Soft murmurs escaped your lips, your hands squeezing the fabric of the uniform.

“Sheriff—“

Your knees started to buckle, feeling her soft and warm tongue inside your mouth. Your hands travelled to her neck, tenderly holding her.

A string of saliva attached to both of your lips as the older woman pull away.

“Grayson…” You gently cradle her jaw.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You nodded, boldly leaning up to kiss her first. The older woman hummed in satisfaction as she ran her tongue along your bottom lip, making you whine.

As you started to melt into the softness of her lips, the creak of the door made your body jolt. You yelped, trying to hide yourself as you snuggled into Grayson’s chest.

“We got more news from the Underci—“ A familiar male voice made you cringe, your eyes shut as you waited for Grayson to kick him out.

“Learn to knock next time.”

“But this is a serious matter!”

You peeked, noticing Marcus with his head down, his attention on the marble floor.

“Can’t you see we’re busy?” Grayson scolded, her hand rubbing your back to comfort you, not wanting you to feel embarrassed.

A groan could be heard, followed by footsteps heading out the door. You sighed in relief the moment you heard the door shut again.

Grayson chuckled, gently holding your chin with her thumb, making you look at her.

“Next time, let’s meet at my house instead.”

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Arcane Affections

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

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

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

Caitlyn - definitely gifts and quality time

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sevika - quality time all the way

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

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silcoitus · 1 year

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The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 19

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 18

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI

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

Chapter word count: 7.3k

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

Total word count: 102k

Chapter 19—Seven Simple Words on AO3

Read Chapter 20 here!

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

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

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insane-arcane · 1 year

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Silco's Enforcer Child

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Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only gone a minute and you already missed the sunlight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were fine, everything was fine…

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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love-of-fandoms · 2 years

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The Florist of Zaun: Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of The Florist of Zaun

Pairing: Marcus + Reader

Word Count: 1840 words

A couple days after Marcus’ visit and peace offering, you were watering the plants downstairs when the paper arrived.

Usually, the Undercity’s newspaper was only 2 or 3 pages long. Most news traveled by word of mouth, anyway. This paper was no different, and your eyes skimmed over the article on the front page about the ban on Undercity residents from one of Piltover’s top hospitals due to "safety concerns". It was nothing new, they had been turning away people from the Undercity for years, decades even, now they just had it in writing thanks to the crooked council. You turned the page, and immediately dropped the newspaper in shock, forgetting to breathe for a moment as you stared at the image.

It was Viktor. There was no doubt about it. You hadn’t seen him since the incident all those years ago, when you were both children, but you could still see the boy you knew in this man on your newspaper. He was beaming, one hand on his cane while the other was waving at the camera. An incredibly tall man was next to him, also beaming, with an arm slung over Viktor’s shoulder.

Piltover and the “Era of Magic”? Two Inventors Working to Give Magic to the Common Man.

You smiled, glad to see another one of his successes. Though your paths had diverged, you never held ill will towards him. Even you squirmed at Singed’s… questionable ethics. But that was your job! To keep him from executing his more unethical experiments and helping him to find alternatives. You two still had to produce results for Silco, after all.

You carefully tore the article from your newspaper, opening a box stored in your bedside table and adding the article to the pile. This was the first one with a picture of him, despite having kept every article you saw about the whiz-kid from the Undercity. He looked so happy in this photo, and you looked at the box for a moment, debating if you wanted to go down memory lane again.

Whenever you did this-going through the articles, that is-you always ended up wanting to see him, and you always ended up talking yourself out of it. The more success he had, the less accessible he was to you, after all. Even if you went all the way up to Piltover and made it to the Academy, they’d never let you through the gates.

Against your better judgment, you sat at your kitchen counter, dumping the contents out. The most recent article you had seen was about his promotion.

From the Undercity to the Academy - Heimerdinger’s New Assistant!

They had barely spoken about Viktor, instead praising the Academy and Heimerdinger’s generosity and altruism in helping this cripple from the Undercity flourish. That was all these articles ever were, which only served to infuriate you. Look at how generous the Academy is! They even transformed a disgusting urchin from the Undercity into a respectable scholar!

Aspiring Scholar from Undercity Graduates Top of Class

Another article about how his professors must have toiled away working with him, dedicating their valuable time to help him flourish as if that wasn’t their literal job as teachers.

Winner of Equal Opportunities Scholarship Goes to Sickly Boy From Lower Levels of Undercity

This one really just spoke about how sad and pathetic Viktor, as a crippled child from the Undercity, was and how great of an opportunity Heimerdinger had provided him. How lucky he was and how generous the council was to provide this scholarship to the citizens of the Undercity. Funnily enough that scholarship program-which only admitted one student from the Undercity every year-had been defunded only two years after Viktor was the recipient. What a wonderful opportunity, really. For the council at least.

You rolled your eyes, carefully placing the articles back into the box, though the date on the last article caught your eye. It had been close to 10 years since Viktor had gotten into the academy, which meant that it had been almost 17 years since you had last seen him.

Maybe it was time to visit your old friend, if he wanted to see you that is. You weren’t sure how he felt about you after the fallout with Singed, if he had resentment towards you for staying, or pity perhaps. Either way, you considered it pretty likely that whatever feelings he had about you they wouldn’t necessarily be positive.

But perhaps if you showed him what you did. Perhaps if he knew you succeeded in saving her…

Shoving the box back into your bedside table’s cabinet, you threw on a cloak covered in embroidered flowers and grabbed your satchel. You were going to Piltover.

You cursed yourself as you passed a group of enforcers just past the Piltover side of the bridge. You had scanned their faces briefly, wondering at the chances one of them was Marcus.

They didn’t pay you much mind. Anyone who saw you could immediately clock you as a trencher, and these enforcers knew that trenchers didn’t see enforcers faces on their side of the bridge. They refused to breathe the same filth as you.

You were given a wide berth on the street, and you could see a couple parents tugging their children closer to them, as if to hide and protect them from the big bad trencher with the flower cloak. It worked in your favor, in the end. You got to the Academy gates quickly, and you didn’t want to be this side of the bridge any longer than you had to.

You found when you reached the Academy that foot traffic wasn’t the delay you had to worry about.

“Go home, trencher,” one of the guards at the gate demanded, but you stood your ground.

“Please, sir, if you just asked him-”

“The Assistant Dean is very busy and we won’t be disturbing him for the likes of a-”

“You wanna finish that?” you challenged. “Because funnily enough the assistant dean was from the same place I am,” he looked uncomfortable for only a moment before his glare was back in place.

“If you don’t have a meeting you’re not getting in,” he reiterated, and you rolled your eyes.

“And how would I set up a meeting if I’m not allowed in to discuss it?” he shrugged a shoulder.

“Not my problem,” you huffed in frustration, yanking a notebook from your satchel and scribbling a quick message onto one of the pages.

“Could you at least get this to him? It’s not even 20 words, I promise it wouldn’t waste his ti-”

“Fine! Fine!” the man waved his hand dismissively at you, snatching the piece of paper you had torn from the notebook and held out to him. “Now go,” you nodded, quickly turning and speed-walking the way you came. You hated this blasted city. You hated its council. You hated its enforcers. You hated the entitled snobs that littered its streets. You hated the looks they gave you. You hated-

Your name was called, and you whipped around, hopeful that you might see familiar golden eyes and scruffy brown hair. You were disappointed when you saw the shiny uniform of the Sheriff.

“Oh, it’s you,” you said blandly, and an annoyingly charming smirk came onto Marcus’ face.

“Who were you expecting, florist?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, turning and continuing to walk back to the bridge.

“I’m a botanist, actually!” you called over your shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion when you saw that he was trailing after you, slowly catching up. “What are you doing?” you demanded when he reached your side, and he glanced around, seemingly avoiding your eyes, before he sighed.

“I need a plant for my daughter,” he muttered, and you cursed yourself as your steps faltered. He had a kid? And he was entrusting a trencher with that information? How odd.

“There are plenty of places in Piltover for you to get a p-” you began, but he cut you off.

“It needs to be impossible to take care of,” you frowned at that.

“I’m sorry?”

“This plant she gets, it can’t survive longer than a month,” he said, and your frown deepened further.

You startled when a gentle hand on your arm nudged you out of the way of a cyclist whizzing past. The man on the bicycle shouted some choice words at you over his shoulder, and you went to shout back when Marcus nudged you again.

“Best not to cause a scene,” he muttered, making you suddenly aware of the stares you were getting from other pedestrians. It was odd enough for a trencher to be walking around Piltover. It was a downright show when one was walking around next to the Sheriff. You sighed, but nodded.

“Thank you,” you muttered to him, and his smirk morphed for a second-a genuine smile seeming to take over-but the moment was over quickly.

“About the plant-”

“Why do you want your daughter’s plant to die?” you asked bluntly, and he shifted uncomfortably.

“I-” he cut himself off with a frustrated sigh. “I said if she could take care of a plant for a month, we could get a porg,” your hand slapped over your mouth to muffle your laughter that threatened to spill out. “Shut up,” you shook your head, lowering your hand but still giggling a bit.

“What a cute promise,” you teased. “Unfortunate that it’s an empty one, apparently,” his brows furrowed indignantly.

“It’s not empty!” he tried to argue, but you scoffed.

“You came to me to try and get out of this promise by giving her an impossible task,” you stated with an innocent shrug. “It sounds to me like that promise was empty-”

“I’ll pay you for the plant,” he said hopefully, and your giggling continued.

“Do I get extra for helping crush your kid’s dreams?” at this he looked torn, but he set his face in determination.

“Please?” your steps faltered again at the shock that went through your body. Did a Piltover Enforcer just say “please” to you? You scowled, but nodded.

“Fine, come by the greenhouse tomorrow ‘round 3,” you told him, finally seeing the bridge that would take you back to Zaun.

“5, I have rounds til 4,” you scoffed at that.

“The Sheriff still has to do rounds?”

“Dealing with the high profile suspects and whatnot,” he shrugged, and you nodded, unsure what to say now. Why was he still walking with you? Wasn’t your business concluded?

“Right,” he cleared his throat when you reached the bridge, seeming to remember himself then. “See you tomorrow, florist,” he smirked at the scoff you gave.

“I’m a bo-”

“Botanist, I know,” his infuriating smirk made another appearance then. “Doesn’t mean you don’t like flowers,” he shrugged, and your eyes narrowed.

“That’s no-”

“Goodbye, florist!” he pivoted on his heel then, waving at you over his shoulder. You just rolled your eyes, stomping your way back across the bridge. The nerve of that man...

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seastarryclouds · 2 years

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So Pretty Ch.2

Happy Marcus Monday!!! I might do a little doodling later and post them tonight or tomorrow, but for now... enjoy some more of lobster Marcus and his little crush on reader!

Marcus disappeared after you got a little too close. He disappeared for three days, and you saw no signs that he had stopped by when you weren’t around. You had spent those days sitting on the rocks in silence. With no one to talk to and no one to listen to.

It was honestly killing you. You wanted to see him again, you wanted to apologize to him, really apologize. Not the touching and teasing apology you gave him before he swam into the depths, leaving you with only regrets.

It was the fourth day and after a long shift that ended at sundown, you debated even checking your little meeting spot. It would be hard to scale the rocks if you couldn’t see them. The longing in your heart that he could be there got to you however, thus you started your trek down to the rocks. When the pool of water came into view you were stunned.

Marcus was back, not only was he back but he was half way out of the water. Which you would not expect considering how last time ended.

As you came down to the shore, you realized the reason he was out of the water to begin with. He was scanning the area, most likely scanning the area for you. You called out to him, he looked up at your approaching figure. He seemed to crawl back into the water a bit, but he wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t leaving you. You found yourself both worried and happy. Happy that he wasn’t avoiding you, worried because, despite your eagerness to apologize, your mind was blanking on how to apologize to him.

Especially now that you stood right in front of him. He was crouched down in the pool, nervous colored eyes gazing up at you. His face and hair were damp from the water and scattered drops lay on his cheeks. He was so pretty, and it was making it even more difficult to spit out the words you needed too.

“I um-”

“Wait,” he interrupted, “I need to tell you, I…” he took in a breath, “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I needed some time to think… about us,” Your body stiffened at his words. What did he mean by that? Was he going to say goodbye? In a panic, your fumbled out your apology,

“Marcus, I'm sorry! I got into your space last time! I shouldn’t have said those things or touched you in that way. I really mean it when I say-”

“You didn’t mean it?” he interrupted, you looked back at him in confusion.

“What?”

“What you said to me… all those things… I thought you meant it…” He sounded so hurt when he spoke, his frame was sinking down into the water and his eyes fixed onto the ground. How did you fuck up this badly.

“I did Marcus! I meant all of those things! It's just,” you crouched down a little closer to him, meeting his eye level. “I thought that after I did all of that, after you disappeared for a while, I thought that I made you uncomfortable. I thought that I took it too far and you didn’t want to come back.” You twitter your thumbs, unsure of what else to say, “Um-yeah, so that's why I'm apologizing.”

“But you don’t regret saying all those things?”

“I regret making you uncomfortable Marcus,”

“You didn’t.” It took your brain a full five seconds to process what he said. He wasn’t uncomfortable? Not even a little? Especially after waking up to you touching the side of his face? Marcus rose a little bit out of the water, leaving the upper half of his body out while the rest of his hard crustacean body remained in the pool. His colorful eyes met yours, you could see the softness in them as he held your gaze. “I’m glad you meant it, because–because I…” his face reddened suddenly and his gaze broke from yours. His head tilted off to the side, as if he was trying to avoid what he wanted to say. You leaned in slightly, a silent plea for him to continue. His head darted to the other side, his feelers on his face twitching, “Because I decided, y-you can have another look.”

“Huh?”

“If you want! You don't have to,” his ears were now the same shade of pink that covered his cheeks, and his eyes kept on flicking from the ground to your face. It was adorable how nervous he looked. You smiled and took one of his fidgeting hands.

“Are you sure you are ok with it?” Marcus swallowed a lump that was in his throat as he shook his head yes. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. “If you want me to stop, tell me, ok?”

“I will…I will,” Marcus leaned his face closer into yours, expecting you to start with his face. He stopped and became flustered when he realized you were starting with his hand. You rubbed the back of his hand gently. The blue shell that covered it was smooth to the touch. The gold speckles decorated up his arm and his fingernails. His fingernails were more like claws, you traced your finger over one and marveled at its sharpness and color.

“Do you sharpen these yourself?”

“Huh?” Your question snapped himself out of the trance he was in, watching you analyze him. “Oh-um, yes I take care of them often. I need to keep them sharp.” You nodded in acknowledgment at his words and turned his hand over. The palm of his hands lacked the blue shell and instead was soft like his skin. You pressed two of your fingers into the softness of his palm, almost as if you have never seen a hand before. Marcus closed his hand around yours. His hand compared to yours was cold, and unbeknownst to you he was relishing the warmth your hand gave him.

You looked up to him, his face was tinted red. He had a question he was longing to ask you, the main reason he came back in the first place was to ask you if you felt the same way he was feeling. Before he can even manage to get a word in you are asking him your own question. With a large smile and a gleam in your eye you ask him,

“Can I take a closer look at your tail?” Marcus felt his heart skip a beat. Your cute face made him flustered beyond belief, and as frustrated as he was that he couldn’t get his question out to you. He couldn’t say no to your request.

“S-Sure,” To your surprise Marcus fully came out of the water. His lower half glistened as the water droplets trailed down his shelled half. As he emerged, he curled his tail around you, making sure that you could take a closer look, but also making sure not to touch you with his tail. You lightly traced the shell with your fingers. To your surprise it was slightly rough despite looking smooth. Little golden spikes decorated his back in an organized fashion, his shell was covered in little gold specks as well. They ended where his tail fin began, and his fin faded from a navy blue to a dazzling gold.

“You are so pretty,” you murmured.

“I know, you uh-told me last time.” You told him a bunch of times last time, but Marcus still felt flustered at your compliment. He felt his heart swell with each soft touch and gaze you gave his body. It felt so strange to him that you would be interested in someone so different from yourself. He felt his tail twitch when your hand moved lower to the fin.

“Do you wag your tail?”

“H-Huh?” Your question caught him off guard and he let out a nervous chuckle. “What do you mean?”

“Like when you are happy,” You held part of the loose tail in your hands. It was partially transparent, and you could almost see the outline of your hands through it, “If you are happy or sad does your tail do anything?” Marcus’s insides fluttered as he remembered how his tail curled inwards to your compliments last time. Sure he had a tendency to curl it inwards when he was flustered, but that didn’t count as tail wagging right?

“N-No I don’t.”

“Are you sure?” You smirked at him, not convinced. Marcus let out huff and brought his tail fin up, lightly smacking you in the face. You let out a yelp that was soon followed by a laugh. As you dried your face off from his little attack, you noticed a little scar on his shell. Your fingers gently traced it. The scar wasn’t deep but it was noticeable along his otherwise flawless shell.

“Your shell protects you right? Against,” you paused, unsure of what words to use. Did he have to fight others down in the deep? Did he have predators that wanted to take a bite out of him? Marcus shifted a little so he was facing you,

“Yes, it's tough, I’m tough.” he puffed out his chest a little, feeling bold, “Even a missing limb won’t hinder me.” You found yourself puzzled by what that had meant, until it dawned on you that some crabs can regrow limbs.

“Did you, have- have you actually lost limbs? And they have grown back?” you sputtered out.

“A few times, and they always grow back.” he then gave you a puzzling look, “Do your limbs not grow back?” you gave him a small smile and a little chuckle. Marcus looked very shocked, “They don’t grow back?”

“N-no”

“Well what happens if you lose one?” you let out another laugh at his bewilderment,

“Well if you don’t die when you lose it, you just live without it, or if you have the money you can get an artificial limb to replace it, but it’s not the same.” Marcus looked a little paler at the fact that humans could, in fact, not regrow their limbs.

“You must have to be really careful then,” you snorted,

“We aren’t so fragile that a bump would pop our arms off!”

“Well,” he reached out and took one of your arms in his hands, “Could have fooled me,” his sharp nails moved delicately over your skin. “You look so soft, and you feel so soft, most soft things are fragile,” his hand moved down to the palm of yours. He seemed lost analyzing the palm of your hand, just as you were analyzing all of him.

He only became aware again when you closed your hand around his, holding it softly. He looked back up to meet your eyes. He felt like he could look into them forever, he wanted to lean in, to touch his head against yours, to do more than just hold hands, but he couldn’t. His nerves got the better of him once again as he slipped his hand away from yours and turned his head back to the water, “I-I’m sorry” he sputtered, “I need to go,” your shoulders shrank in disappointment.

“I’ll see you again right? Tomorrow?”

“Not tomorrow, but the day after. I promise you.” He began to shuffle back into the sea, his head almost underwater when you called out to him.

“Marcus! I’m happy you came back to me!” He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest and he called back,

“I am too,” and then he dove down. You smiled and watched as the water stilled. You were happy to find he was becoming more comfortable with you, and that your curiosity about him was not unwelcome. Maybe next time you could teach him a little more about humans.

Meanwhile under the waves, Marcus was cursing at himself for his cowardice. He wanted to at least tell you how he felt. That with each smile and laugh you threw his way would cause his heart to flutter and his cold blood to run warm. He had to tell you, it felt wrong to hide it from you, and he needed to know if you felt the same. Next time, he would. Third time’s the charm after all.

#So Pretty Fic #the cloud writes #arcane marcus #arcane marcus x reader #marcus x reader #arcane x reader #mermay????#I know may is over but #mermaid marcus #marcus monday #TELL ME IF I FUCKED UP GRAMMAR WISE #PLEASEEEEEEEE #also um critique is welcome #I still feel new at this

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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

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

[NdA]

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

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

【Jayce】

The golden boy hates the cold.

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

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

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

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

【Viktor】

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus, cappuccino is the blessing of the gods

【Ekko】

Little Man hates the cold with all his heart.

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

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

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

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

【Marcus】

He loves autumn, a little less winter.

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

But most of all, everything seems more romantic.

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

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

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

which means hot bath together

【Silco】

The fancy man loves the cold.

When he was young, he hated it.

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

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

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

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

and fancy bathrobes, to be comfier

no other reason

【Vander】

This man has a kinda love kinda hate the cold.

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

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

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

He refuses to wear the scarf himself.

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

【Singed】

He hates the cold.

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

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

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

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

【Jinx】

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

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

Absolutely everything in your outfits is matching.

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

Hates the rain but love the snow

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

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

【Vi】

Hates the cold

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

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

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

Better to be warm than to get sick.

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

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

【Caitlyn】

loves the cold.

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

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

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

but even more she loves winter sweets

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

【Cassandra】

Cassandra loves the cold.

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

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

In particular she loves the rain

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

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

【Sevika】

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

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

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

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

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

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

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