#arcane writing

[pixievi]

how would vi react to y/n staring at her eyebrow or smol lip scar?

she would be a little unsure, slightly defensive even at first. unsure of your intentions. especially when she doesn't know you very well yet. she'd scowl your way, quickly making you shift your gaze, embarrassed. she caught your blush, the way your eyes widened at being caught, how you fidgeted slightly afterwards. she chalked up your reaction to just that at first, being caught. but the more you kept doing it, the more she kept noticing you doing it, the more she became suspicious. 

so, she decided to find out once and for all. even though she was sure she was right. and why did it make her feel a little warm and fuzzy at the thought? oh well, she had you now. at your most flustered and shy. pinned between her and the wall behind you, caged in by her arms. you didn't know where to look. her arms were on full display, just mere inches away from your cheeks. you couldn't tell if the heat on your cheeks was from your flustered state or it was her. 

"what's the matter? just wanted to give you a closer look of these", she smiled, gesturing to her lip and eyebrow scars. the ones you've been nonstop staring at since vi arrived a few weeks ago.

well, she got her answer. and now, you can stare to your hearts content. but now she was the flustered one. now knowing why you did stare, practically having hearts for eyes whenever you did, she would fumble. heat would rise to her cheeks and she'd stumble over her words. seeing the way you would look at her and her scars. she never had that before.

and when you traced them, oh so gently with your fingertips, leaving a sweet kiss in their wake for the first time….vi wasn't prepared for how quick her eyes welled up. you were so soft with her, and so sweet. she didn't know what to do, except trap you in the most passionate, heated kiss she had ever given you. 

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[honey-tongued-devil]

Hi!! Could I ask for “Look at me.  Breathe, there you go.” From the prompt list (I believe it’s number 8) with either Sevika or Silco? Bonus points if y/n is having a anxiety attack (as someone who suffers from them). I’d love to see that caring side!

↞“Look at me. Breathe, there you go.”↠

Freaking gold for my Silco brainrot. I’m sorry if it’s short and it’s not perfect, but even today I had an exam (but I wanted to adhere to one-prompt-a-day). This one is special, you can literally hear Silco in the last part... Because I added the audio! It is a paid cameo from @madmizchyf The requests are open, send me a prompt either at your choice or from one of the two lists, specifying with which character you want it!

↠Word count: 860 ↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠List: hurt/comfort (n.8"Look at me. Breathe, here you are." ) ↠Pairing: Silco x gn!reader (not explicitly Romantic, it’s okay for anyone who needs to hear the Kingpin console them) ↠Tw: Description of a Panic Attack

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

The lights are too strong.

You feel them as if they are piercing your skull, intense, with colors so saturated that pinch an indefinite point in your behind your nose, getting you a growing start of a terrifying sense of nausea. It’s inside your head, it makes your brain itch until it hurts just to keep your eyes open. 

And the music is no less, it fills that place making it even more asphyxiating: you feel it in your intestines, it goes back to tightening your stomach in a vise, fondling your diaphragm making it tremble to the rhythm of the bass, and enveloping possessive lungs. 

You can’t breathe at all.

There is not a glimmer of air in that prison of flesh and excess, not a single inch of space between the crowd dancing drunk, screaming, letting the unnatural lights illuminate their faces deformed by adrenaline and only-god-knows-what substance.

The room around you starts to spin, your fingers tremble, and you find yourself sinking fingernails and fingertips into your own flesh in order to maintain control, remain conscious, aware that hell will not spare you if you fall to the ground.

You sweat.

You lift your eyes to the ceiling in desperate search of the familiar handrail while with such a slowness that makes you go crazy a drop of sweat runs an invisible path from the forehead to the tip of the nose.

You are struggling, you are struggling like an animal that clings to life to keep control, and as soon as the slightest space between people’s bodies on the dancing opens up you shoot, pushing people away without looking back.

You don’t have time, you’re suffocating, you’re dying. Cross the space that separates you from the office of the Eye of Zaun with the impetuosity and despair of a man who after spending forty days in the desert sees an oasis for the first time.

You don’t knock, don’t have enough strength to do it, just open the door wide and close it behind you quickly, trying to push away the noises, the light, the smell of alcohol, the screams, the smoke, the intermittent darkness, the bodies that crush against each other.

Your body is heavy and you can’t resist gravity anymore, falling to the ground: knees clenched to the chest, the door behind your back as the only support, shield against the world that rages mercilessly out there, voracious, ravenous.

The only thing you are trying to find with your gaze is Silco, but tears make it difficult to focus on the elements of the room, and you perceive only a blurred silhouette approaching, accompanied by the ticking of the boots.

You try to raise your arms, no matter how pathetic that gesture may be, you need comfort, a safe place to take refuge, and that man’s chest tastes like safety, like home.

But your arms don’t respond.

You just want to cry louder, open your mouth wide and scream, but the air is thin and your body remains motionless, silent in letting tears run through your cheeks. 

As long as man’s thumbs do not gather them in a delicate caress, a light contact like the morning breeze but strong like a hurricane. His is a delicate gesture, he lifts your face just enough to make you meet his two-tone eyes -a combination of sidereal ice and fire of the deepest meanders of hell.

"Look at me. Breathe, there you go."

He takes a deep breath, then a second, slow, until almost instinctively you begin to imitate him, filling the lungs with air all the way; only then he leaves your face sitting in turn with his back against the door; with one arm he wraps your shoulders as he places the other under his knees, picking you up to hold you in his arms, in an almost religious silence.

You breathe deeply, the smell of his cologne is mixed with that of cigars in a mixture so familiar that you finally get back in control, first little by little, then all of a sudden.

And you start crying.

It is more a liberating cry than a desperate one, the arms of the man that seem to isolate you from the chaotic and evil world allow you to be fragile, to cry in that place where if you show weak hyenas and vultures are ready to pluck you to the bones. 

And he staysquiet.

His fingers gently caress your head, moving behind your ears some tufts in a gesture affectionate and respectful: he is waiting for you to be completely vented, he is waiting that all the anger, fear, anxiety you carry inside you have found a way to manifest themselves, without forcing you to suppress emotions, and you cannot help but hold onto him even more.

"I know sometimes your mind is unquiet, but it’s okay, it will be okay. Nothing is either as good or as bad as it seems at the time. Breathe..."

Your heart tightens in a vise as his lips rest on one of your temples, letting them touch your skin in a caress when they open to talk.

"breathe."

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[godlyaffection]

Sitting on Silcos lap as he works on god knows what.

Your face is buried in his shoulder, your hands playing with the hem of his vest or trailing over his arms. As long as you don’t interfere with what he’s doing he doesn’t mind letting you sit there.

Eventually you’ll probably get restless and start moving around more or making more noise. Silco will sigh and tell you to be quiet if you’re really bothering him. But it’s you, as much as it may distract him he’s not going to actually do much about it. Silco will run his free hand along your back while he writes with his other one. He’ll even kiss the side of your face every now and then.

He’ll mumble words into your hair, telling you that he’ll just be a while longer, reminding you that he’ll spend proper time with you when he’s done. Silco is happy to indulge you when you want to spend time with you, and he quite enjoys having you around him as well.

When he’s all done with his work, Silco will really give you all his attention. Making you sit up and look at him, holding your face as you look at him as he thanks you for letting him finish his work. Silco is happy to do whatever you want for a while now since you were such a good boy for him.

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[piggycyberwarrior]

Arcane Characters x reader- when your sick

Summary: How will the arcane characters react when you are sick?

Includes: Ekko, Vi, Caitlyn

a/n: !!Reader is a kind of medic!! and not thaaat sick (just a cold), but its cute

Warnings: no proof, medicine, talking about an amputated leg, fire

Ekko:

You are something like a medic for the firelight

That means you are very important (of course you are)

You help sick people. No matter what age. Children, adults, even your boyfriend. So once you were sick, not only ekko but also everyone else panicked.

The firelights tried not to get huge cuts, burns, and even gunshot wounds on missions, so you could recover in peace.

You were the only one who knew about medicine or how to sew a wound in the right way, you saved many lives so everyone tried to help you. (Even if it was just a cold).

ekko handed over missions to Scar to take care of you. He had learned a few tricks from Vander and Vi when one of them was injured or sick.

He brought you soup or played video games with you in bed

he was hardened to colds so he also lay down with you and tried to get you to fall asleep.... which didn't work so well. The stuffy nose made your head feel weird.

“Did you know that any bookmark worth more than a dollar is a waste of money, because you could just use the dollar?” you asked with your eyes closed when Ekko thought you had finally fallen asleep.

"Gaaah!" he growled annoyed as he threw his pillow on your head. This was now the fourth failed attempt to get you to sleep

"Hey! I'm sick" you grumbled. He stared at you. You stared back. Silence

"are oranges called oranges because they are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange ?"

“Y/n! Sleep! Now!”

even if he tries hard to get you to sleep (and you end up falling asleep during a movie), he still tries to make everything perfect.

 You also try to please everyone when they are injured. Hell you even amputated someone's leg right at a battlefield because one of the Firelights almost died. you were afraid yourself

he would also steal something like chocolate for you or would cut you some fruit (such a dear boy)

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Vi:

vi spoils you like a little child when you are sick.

She does everything for you. 

You want to get a glass of water from the kitchen? Nu uh, she will get it for you!

you would lie in bed all day if it were up to her. You want to eat? She brings you something. You want to reach for the thermometer? She grabs it and takes your temperature.

 You don't actually have to do anything.  Well, almost nothing.

"Cupcake? What is paracetamol? Caitlyn says you should take some when you have a fever," she said as she combed through the many boxes in the cupboard. For being a Medic, you were pretty good with pills and medicine - you had to be.

You stood up and staggered to her, she wanted to object, but you pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I can take care of myself Vi, it's sweet that you do that, but I can go to the bathroom by myself" you giggled at the memory that Vi even wanted to carry you to the bathroom.

"i know.... still I want to do as much for you as I can.... so, what is paracetamol?" "It's a tablet that brings down a fever.... here this is the package."

since then she tries not to be so overcautious. You were right. You could take care of yourself - you are strong.

Still, she tries to take most of it off your hands. You had patched her up when she came home with bloody fists and a swollen cheek too.

"I love you, sweetie." you whispered as Vi helped you change the cold washcloth on your forehead

She briefly stopped what she was doing. Then a smile crept onto her face. She quickly leaned down to you and pressed a small kiss on your lips 

"Vi! You're getting sick!!" She falls on top of you. "I don´t care"  she murmured. 

You sighed. 

“I love you too, cupcake.”

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Caitlyn:

I think she would be a little sad? I’ll explain

She would be sad to see you suffering, staring out the window- you longed to go outside but are too exhausted to get up.

She would try to visit you more often or bring you to her. 

After her shift she would come straight to you (if you were with her she would tell some servant to bring you some soup) 

if you were at your house she would either bring you one or try to cook one herself, most of the time however, the first option. 

You don't let her in your kitchen anymore as she almost set the whole house on fire once...you still make fun of her...(she doesn't say anything because she likes your laughter)

she would ask around, since she hadn't gotten sick that often, what was the best thing to do when you had a fever, what to eat and what not to blah blah blah.

she even borrowed books from the library

At the end of the day she could tell you all about Vitamines and meds as if you didn't already know it.

ahem?????

who was the medic here again?

she brought you tangerines and apples, pears and also tea. 

well she did her job very well in any case 

after you got better she got sick and now you could take care of her

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[arcade-writing]

Really loved « just a bite » with vampire Silco !!! Are you going to write more about Vampire Silco?

My Lord

🍋NSFW

pairing: Vampire! Silco x reader

Warning: religious kink, religious themes, somewhat corruption kink, blood drinking, degrading, praise kink, dirty talk, lots of cum, blowjobs, oral, fingering, vaginal sex, readers first time, horny silco

I am normal about this fic. I totally haven't stayed up until 3 am writing this and haven't been freaking over my writing. Totally. 100%

It's been awhile since I've wrote for arcane so my characterization skills are abit rusty but this is purely self indulgent so 🤷

The fic anon is speaking about: here

Im sure any of you who still lurk on my blog (thank you) know the situation - AFAB reader but gender isn't discussed!

With one last whisper on your breath, you felt the gentle hands of your godessss leave your. Leaving her everlasting glow to warm your chest and your eyes finally opened.

For what you were praying for was s omething that made your cheeks glow. Asking for forgiveness for the thoughts that have swarmed your mind. The desires that burned in your gut ever since you grew accustom to this castle and who owned it. Yes, something was stirring inside you couldn't truly grasp.

The whole reason you were here was to purify it's brick walls. Allowing your goddesses light to shine through its dark halls. To be rid of the monsters that lurked within but no matter what you did. He didn't go away.

No, he came closer. Tempting you. Inviting you into the shadows with light touches. Alluring words and brushing his lips against your neck. Something you always kept covered for this reason.

With a shake of your head, you began to turn Spotting the very man that caused these wants to awaken. He was lounging in a nearby chair, glancing up at you as he swirled a now empty chalice. One leg was propped up on the arm whilst the other was semi stretched out against the floor.

"I didn't hear you come in." You spoke up, still flushed as you didn't move from your spot.

"That's the point." Silco chuckled, it sounded bitter on its edges.

"Do you need something? I'll try to do what I can-"

"“Play with me.”

Silco suddenly stood up. His long legs easily striding over whilst you scrambled backwards. Lifting yourself up with a stumble. Your body now caged between the fire place and his. Your knees buckling from kneeling for so long and a very different reason.

"Let's play a game, humour me if you will."

"Alright....what's the game?" You raise a brow, hesitating to speak as you stared up at him.

"I want to test your will and my own, a little bit of torture between friends."

A smirk was clear on his lips. A flash of his fangs peaking from his lips making your breath hitch.

"But- i-" You gulped, ees lowering as you nodded. "If it'll please you..."

"Look at me."

Silco knew he shouldn't be using this voice with you. It was much deeper than usual, gruff and cold. But he wanted to scare you a little, get you jumping and stammering like you usually did. What he didn't expect was to see your eyes shimmering back at him. Lips parted ever so slightly, as you looked at him with such need. Yearning clear on your face as you kept yourself pressed to the fireplace.

It seems the torture has already begun. Silco clenched his fists, moving his arms higher from the fireplace. His hand slamming to the wall by your head whilst the other gripped at the edge of the fireplaces top. The vampire felt a rush of blood travel down. Biting back a groan at the your expression. How obvious your feelings were, wearing them so clearly without even knowing it.

"Just let me touch you." His voice came out as a whisper. You didn't say anything but he watched the subtle arch of your back. Trying to press yourself closer.

He lowered his head, letting out a victorious breath as he could finally feel the skin of your neck. The nightgown you were wearing was too baggy for you, leaving it to hang by your shoulders. You didn't even realize until you felt his teeth just graze over your throat.

He could feel your speeding pulse against his tongue. Slowly dragging it along as your body slowly began to relax.

You couldn't believe you were doing this. So easily you accepted his touch. His game. You knew what he wanted, what he was trying to do and yet you still said yes. Wanting to hide your desperation by acting dismissive but apart of you could sense he could see right through you. He knew you wanted this as much as he did.

"It's okay, little dove, this will feel good."

"I shouldn't-"

"You wanted to play, didn't you? I am testing you." He began to suck on your neck. Giving it kitten licks Inbetween as your eyelids began to flutter. A soft moan slipping from your lips.

"Good pets taste the sweetest, you want to taste good, right? Just let me drink from you, little dove, I'll make all that need disappear."

"W-what do you mean?"

You both knew what he meant.

"How about I fuck it into you, hm? You want that?" You held back a noise as your knees buckled more. Making you look even smaller to the man.

"I need to hear you say yes, I won't do anything unless you invite me in."

His voice was right by your ear. He didn't move, just watching you under his eyelash. Your lips trembled as your brain screamed at you to stop. To push him away and lock yourself away, what you normally did when his temptations became too much. You were supposed to be a person following the Holy light. A worshipper of everything good.

But here stands the embodiment of darkness itself. Ready to swallow you whole and sink you into the very pits of the abyss. Drown you in pleasures you'd only dream of.

You couldn't stop the words coming from your mouth. "Take me as you want... please, Silco."

The vampire lowered himself, making him eye level with you as he reached his slender hand up your nightgown. Trailing his fingers along your warm skin. He felt like ice. A slight sting came with each drag of his fingers just from how drastic the temperature was between you. Hovering over your arousal. Searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort or fear. But there was only that pleading look again. Silently begging him to keep going. To take control.

You meant what you said.

His fingers hooked your underwear to the side as he pushed a digit between your folds. Groaning as he felt how wet you were getting. Still shy from what was needed but he didn't mind taking his time. Silcos lips returned to your neck. Sucking on the same spot from before as you let out small breathy moans.

You let out a choked yelp as you felt him rub against him. Collecting as much slick as he could before rubbing your clit in tight circles.

"This will only hurt for a second."

You doubted you could even speak. Your tongue felt like cotton in your mouth, your face burning. But you wouldn't be given time to ask regardless, his teeth breaking through your skin in a sharp prick of pain. His tongue still licking where he could to keep you numb.

Your head rolled back, keeping you propped up by the fireplace as he pushed his a finger inside. Slowly thrusting it in and out until he could go knuckles deep. Your neck felt warm. Just processing the small trickle of blood trailing down as he greedily sucked. Groaning as he sunk his fangs in deeper.

It wasn't long before he could push in another finger. Your hips bucking at all the pressure. His thumb still working circles on your clit as he fingered you. The feeling of his lips melding against your throat. The fuzzy feeling his saliva offered. The burning heat that sparked through your veins as you let out another moan.

Your body jolted as he suddenly picked up his pace. You grabbed at his shoulders as he grunted. His fingers scissoring you between furious thrusts. His sucking becoming overly sloppy as he had his fill. Prying himself away as he licked the left over blood.

He panted as he nuzzled his face against your jaw. Letting out a breathy laugh as you whimpered. "You spend so much time on your knees I'm sure what I have in store for you will be easy." He teased, letting out a cruel chuckle.

"How about you pray for forgiveness whilst you suck on my cock, letting a vampire feed on you and finger as you moan like a needy slut."

Silco removed his fingers from you. Moving your underwear back in place as he gave your sex a small slap. You whined at the impact. Your body finally giving out, falling to your knees as you looked up at the man. Hands shaking as you clasped your hands together.

"Please...I'll do it."

The man leaned down for a moment. Nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he whispered. "If anything I do or say makes you uncomfortable or want to stop, tell me and I will."

You felt your body loosen as you nodded. Just catching the soft look he was giving you before It went back to a hardened glare. The coal haired man smirked as he started to unbuckle his pants, trying to hide the growing annoyance at how elaborate it was.

Once he could free himself, you slightly backed up. Stunned by the mere size of it. You've seen the human anatomy many times from books and your travels to the wounded but this - this was something else. A long strip of hair trailed down from his bellybutton to his cock. It was beautiful. What it lacked in girth, though wasn't the skinniest penis you've seen, it made up completely in length.

"Keep your hands together, you're praying, remember?"

You didn't need to be told another time. Forcing your hands clasped tight as you leaned forward. Unsure what to do, looking back up at the man for guidance. The cock felt heavy against your cheek.

"Need guidance, little dove?"

You nodded. "Yes, tell me what to do." Your voice was breathless as Silco grabbed at your head, tugging it back.

"Open your mouth, just suck on the head."

You did just that. Feeling your cheeks puff out as you took in the head, sucking on it as it weighed down on your tongue. Silco groaned as he tried to resist all temptation. He'll be merciful for now. "Good pet, that's it."

You immediately perked at the praise. Happy to know you was doing well. After a few more sucks you were pulled off his cock.

"Now, let's hear that prayer, go on, beg for forgiveness."

"Dear Goddess above, to the spirit of our word and the light that shines down upon us, forgive me for falling to temptation-"

Before you could continue his cock was shoved past your parted lips. Jumping in surprise as Silco slowly began to thrust in and out. Keeping his thrusts small to not overwhelm you too much.

"Keep going, I need to know you really mean It."

You did your best trying to speak. Choking on your words as they only grew more muffled. The thrusts becoming bigger and more harsh as you gagged. Tears pricking your eyes, your nails digging into your knuckles. Only a meek 'please' was heard before you moaned. Drool dripping down your chin as tears streamed down. Licking sheepishly at the cock in your Mouth as your mouth was getting fucked. The vampire couldn't stop watching; fixated on the scene before him. Watching your body shake, trying desperately to keep your hands together. Doing your best to take what you could into your mouth.

You let out a whine as your head was yanked back, the man's cock hovering over your parted lips. Drool connecting you to it as it dripped slightly in pre-cum.

"Keep that mouth open, tongue out."

Following every order you kept let the drool drip off the pink muscle. Watching in awe as Silco began to pump his cock.

"Keep praying, dove, then you'll get your reward."

"Please forgive me, I am devoted to you, I need you to forgive me, I'll be so good, please-" all your words turned to whiny pleas as you watched the man Infront of you get closer to his release. Silco couldn't stop the grunts that escaped him as he began to squeeze along his shaft.

His hand quickening along with your pleas. He let out a loud groan as his cum squirted on across your face. Caking your nose and cheek with white ropes whilst most of it fell on your tongue. You hummed at the salty taste, it wasn't unpleasant, warmer than you expected.

Silco bite his lip as he watched his cum drip down from his cock, you immediately adjusted yourself so it went into your mouth. Trying to get every last drop. His hand slammed on the fireplace wall as he guided his cock back into your mouth. Letting you lick up what was left of his cum.

"So good, you're doing so good." He cupped your face, stroking your cheeks. He kept himself standing there. Catching his breath as he felt warmth spread to his cheeks. Eyes growing hazy as he kept petting your face.

"Have I pleased you, my lord?" Your voice caught him off guard, you kept his cock against your cheek. Lowering your clasped hands into your lap.

The title caught him by surprise. Only his servants called him that. He blinked down at you with his good eye. His golden eye stuck in a constant stare. His lips formed into a large grin as he felt himself twitch.

"Yes, I'm going to reward you handsomely, my precious pet." He moved back, slowly taking off his shirt, untieing it's string before throwing it off. He moved to the bed as he kicked off his trousers and boots and his briefs too.

You remained where you were. Unsure what to do.

"Come here, I need to prep you." He patted his thigh as he curled his fingers towards you.

You began to crawl towards him, making Silcos hands clench into fists. Accepting the his hands as you were lifted from the floor and to his lap.

"Do you want this off or on?" The man asked, balling the light fabric above the your hips. You thought for a few moments before placing your hands on his, keeping them in place.

"On, please."

"Of course, my lovely." He guided you to the bed. Lowering you on it as he kept the fabric pushed up, revealing your sex to the cold air.

You didn't dare to watch as you felt the vampires lips trail up your thigh. Slender hands squeezing at your hips. Your eyes glued to the ceiling as you gulped. Jumping as his nose nuzzled into your folds, only peeking down to see Silco squeezing your thighs closer to his head as he licked a long strip up to your clit.

You couldn't stop it, letting out a sharp gasp, back arching as you gripped at the bedsheets. Silco held nothing back, kissing up until he wrapped his lips around your clit. Sucking on it as he lapped at it. The attention made your legs shake as you melwed.

Squirming as he hungrily sucked. Wet slurping filled the room as he left open mouth kisses back down to your folds. His nose brushing against your bud making you grind against it. Finding it perfect size as he prodded his tongue inside.

"Oh-! Yes! That feels- feels so good-!"

Your hands found it's way in his hair. Tangling your fingers through it as you kept grinding yourself against the bump of his nose. His fingers joining his tongue as he resumed fingering you.

"You taste devine - every part of you." Silco took in a sharp inhale, burying his face in your thigh as he bit down. Just enough to draw some blood but not enough to drink.

"Lord- please - I need your mouth-"

You don't know where this was coming from. Whining as you tugged at his head. He parted from your thigh with a wet pop. Looking up at you. His lips and chin shining from your wetness.

"Everytime you call me lord it seems as if you are referring to a god." He mused. Ignoring your distressed noise as he hovered over you. "Am I your God this evening? Are you going to pray for my cock?"

His cock brushed along your inner thigh. Kissing your sex making you twitch. Small beads of tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you looked up at him.

"Please Lord- put it inside me, consume me, I'm yours."

He grabbed your chin. Slowly dragging his tongue along his teeth as he lined himself up against you.

"Oh sweet pet, I'm going to ruin you, making you cry as I fuck every thought from that pretty little head, no real god can save you but I'm here and you're going to worship every inch."

You could only nod. Your words caught in your throat as you pawed at his back. He sunk into your wet heat, groaning at how well you were accepting him. He grabbed your legs and pushed them to your chest. Hitting as deep as he could with one strong thrust.

Your body bounced, his hips snapping against yours. His lips finding your neck once more and sucked. Bruising the skin as he nibbled. The sensation of being filled over and over again had you seeing stars, the pace was brutal. Stars flickering in your eyes as you whimpered. Your voice completely lost in choked breathes.

"Taking it so easily, are you sure you're not a slut?"

"N-no! I've never -!" You were able to muster. Your moans breaking your words.

"Ah,so you're just a natural cock sleeve, so perfect for me." He cooed. Watching the way you couldn't keep your hands still. Clawing at his back and then grabbing at the sheets.

Clenching around him with every degrading word. Begging for him everytime he pulled back, trying to suck him back in. Your body needed him as much as he needed you.

"Who's your God now, little dove? Who's answering your true prayers?"

"You silco-!"

"Imagine if I send you back to that church of yours, my cum still leaking out of you, bites covering your body - what would they say?"

You whimpered. Moving your hips to try to meet him halfway. "That i'm a sinner."

You moved your head to the side. Unable to meet his knowing eyes as he chuckled. Letting out a long groan as your walls squeezed him tight.

"Oh you are, the way you feel around me is nothing but sin - so desperate for me."

Your noises were muffled, his lips crashing onto yours. His tongue slivering past your lips and swirled within your mouth. The taste of yourself making your head spin. The bitterness from your sex and the sweet iron of your blood. You shouldn't enjoy it as much as you did but it was too good.

You couldn't stop your eyes rolling back as the head of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot. Crying against his mouth as a new feeling crashed over you. A binding knot forming in your gut he kept fucking into you. Hitting that spot over and over again. His fingers finding your clit once more and rubbed at a pace just as fast and brutal as his thrusts.

Not even his lips could silence the scream you let out as your back lifted completely off the bed. A binding light flashing before your eyes as the knot snapped with a sudden rush.

Cumming hard on his cock. He let out a deep groan as he kept fucking into you. Unrelenting in the pleasure he gives as you sobbed from the overstimulating. It felt too good to stop.

"Going to fill you, claim you completely as my own-!" He grunted through gritted teeth.

Thick ropes filling your hole as he finally slowed down his thrusts. But his finger on your clit remained constant. Your whole body shook as you came once more. Gushing all over him as you heaved. Only then did he stop.

Letting his pace become sloppy as another orgasm was ripped from him. Much weaker than the first but more sudden.

He let go your leg and curled into you. Bringing your body with him as he laid on his side. Keeping you connected as he tangled his legs into yours.

"Are you alright?" He pushed himself up on his elbow, cupping your face. Eye flickering over your dazed expression.

"Ye- yes my lord."

You swallowed your drool as you melted into his touch. He shook his head. "Just call me Silco, my lovely, no need for titles now."

You just nodded. Humming as you let his name trail off your lips. Snuggling into his cold chest. Sweat covering your entire body. You felt as if you were on fire. He felt so nice. So cold. He just stroked your face, letting you rest. Letting out a breath of relief as he laid back down. Knowing he got exactly what he wanted.

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[vastaya-simp]

INFP!Reader x ENTP!Ekko rambles

Ok, so I’ve been looking through my old notes and stumbled upon the personality stuff I've been highly interested a few years back. So here is my analysis of Ekko (ENTP) x INFP!Reader.

Both of you are intuitive and adaptable, though in a different ways. As a person more reserved and intuitive, while Ekko is outgoing and rational to the point that it leaves you surprised at the way he thinks, though being street-smart is probably the only way to survive on the streets of the Undercity.

When he is proposing the ideas he has he usually does it directly and as logically as possible, at the same time waiting patiently for your imputes. Sometimes he does that before addressing the Firelights just so you would be able to voice your opinion without being scared of rejection.

Resolving conflict

Even though Ekko tends to be more emotional, as the leader of the Firelights he knows how to argument with logic rather then feelings and that sometimes leaves you frustrated. So in order to avoid that from happening, both try to look at things from others perspective: at first, he gives you alone time and then tries listening without interruption. Even tough it stresses him out a bit when you are not talking with him. usually, after the break from each other, you can always find him in his room making small knick knocks for the Sanctuary.

Building trust

INFPs tend to trust ENTPs who listen and give them plenty of space, while ENTPs tend to trust INFPs who share their thoughts openly and avoid being passive-aggressive or overreacting. ENTPs should strive to listen to INFPs and give them plenty of room to process. INFPs can practice sharing their thoughts openly and should strive to raise their concerns calmly but directly rather than passively.

Work together

INFPs bring empathetic reasoning to a work environment, while ENTPs offer logical thinking. INFPs can help ENTPs consider others when making decisions, while ENTPs can help INFPs find logical answers to problems.

Due to their Perceiving trait, both INFPs and ENTPs tend to be naturally accepting of new situations. They are adaptable personalities who tend to crave unexpected experiences and appreciate positive change.

INFP and ENTP types need to seek to understand what brings stress to the other type and should try to avoid causing it when possible. Ekko can't stress enough how he appreciates your understanding approach towards him and tries to do the best for you too.

As your INFP and his ENTP types can encourage and motivate each other in their personal and professional lives, you both work hard to create the best home you could in the cruel world of Runeterra.

#arcane ekko #arcane writing #arcane headcanon #ekko x reader #I know that not everybody agrees on entp ekko #but I think that this type suits him #though maybe we'll know more after the second season... #my writing

[glitterslights]

Viktor (Arcane) - Soft Alphabet

Pairing : Viktor x gn!reader

Genre : headcanon, sfw, fluff.

Warnings : none.

Credits : the template of this prompt was created by @writing-prompts-by-sybil. Thanks for sharing your ideas 🧡

Notes : Hi pals ! Here's a little SFW alphabet for our dearest Viktor, from Arcane (I'm just so soft for him). The idea is to do alphabet prompts with each letter of the character's name, but don't hesitate to request other letters for them if you want to !

Have a nice day my loves 🌻

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Viktor is a workaholic, and he knows it. The fact is, he assumes you're as aware of the matter as he is, and are alright with it. Assuring the security of Piltover, and giving a chance in life to people, comes with sacrifices. In his mind, what he does for a living contributes to your own happiness, and he can have quite a hard time to grasp why people don't always see it his way. It is why I picture him needing an independent and chill partner.

However, in the beginning of your relationship, and depending on your own needs, his behavior could have lead to a few argues.

It was quite hard for Viktor to grasp the problem at first, given that you started dating him knowing how he functions, and I imagine him being a little too stubborn about your tantrums at times. If there's one thing Viktor will targue himself about, despite his many insecurities, it's the fact that he chose not to change, not anymore, not for anyone. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Jayce, who one day had enough of the situation and decided to kick some sens into his best friend's mind, you both might not have been together for much longer, despite the affection you shared for one another.

Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?

Viktor would be a total mess.

After the initial shock of your health state passed, he will try to find his own solution, and won't hesitate to require meeting after meeting with your appointed doctor.

If desperate, that man could actually have the very bad idea to go consult that doctor from the Under City. However, he wouldn't let him get close to you in any circumstances, and would analyse a million time each and every possibility he gave him before acting.

His own health being what it is, he won't take yours for granted (and won't let you laugh about it), and will make sure you get out of the hospital with a long-term healing program. Give it to him to suddenly find the time in his agenda and be right at your side at your appointments, taking notes of your medical needs, and not letting you go out of the office until he's totally sure you understood every term used. You will certainly have him catching up his work in the incomfortable waiting room, because work stays work, but have no doubt that his presence is a testimony of his feelings for you.

Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Hell yes.

I do picture him as demi-sexual, and with it (and his dedication to his work) comes the fact that he never took time for developing an actual relationship. He's a mess when it comes to see the hints from potential lovers, and probably missed his chance more than once. His first kiss might have been stolen by some hot investor at one of the rare party he (was forced to) attend to, and he didn't find any interest in it.

You crashing into his life and filling his all being with tender butterflies actually felt like an earthquake to him. It took him years to make peace with what he calls his "disinterest to love", and then, there you are, proving him wrong in all your glory.

Your first kiss must have been a sweet, adorable mess, that you both secretly cherish to this day. Noses bumping against each other, missed tempo, soft laughs, all wrapped up into the quiet of your embrace.

But, oh boy, Viktor is a quick learner. He jumps straight in each new passion of his - you being his absolute favorite. He's not a peck person, oh no. If you kiss, you kiss.

He loves taking it slow, needs the reassuring sensation of your arms around him. He's a bitter. Lips, jaw, neck, everything he can reach will be his playground. It gives him the opportunity to tenderly ravish your skin after that, pretending to soothe you because he still thinks he needs an excuse to loose himself in you.

Time - What are their future plans?

The fact is, Viktor has the bad habit to think that what he is absolutely certain of - like the fact that you're both deeply in for the rest of your life - is also clear as day for the rest of the world.

In this perspective, he can give the sensation that he lives your story on a day-to-day basis. If it can be quite reassuring in the first months of your relationship, giving you the time to figure out your own feelings, with the years going by, you could need some reassurance.

Communicate about it, because this man, as genius as he is, won't be able to understand it at all if you're not blunt about it.

Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?

Blue. Blue like the peace, calm, soft happiness you bring into his life. Whatever your personality may be like, and even if you're a spicy little thing, you remain the anchor he needs in his life.

Your hugs are what will always comfort him the most, your words a succession of reassurance. You're his sky, sun and stars reunited, as he once wrote in a messy little poem, after a few drinks (and that Jayce shamelessly stole from him and uses as a leverage since then).

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He's a creative. He's too shy to give you loud declarations, whether in words or acts. Subtlety is more who he is. Viktor is a romantic in his own way. He believes in love forever. You're his person, you're into his heart for the rest of his life.

Like always, he can be a little lost in his mind, and will forget to remind you how much he adores you. I hope you're quite low key about displays of affection, because you won't receive that much from him on a daily basis. However, don't hesitate to act upon your own feelings. It's a way to reassure him and to slowly remind him that this is a way to be in a relationship.

#arcane #arcane headcanon #arcane alphabet #arcane writing #arcane sfw #arcane fluff #arcane league of legends #arcane viktor #viktor x reader

[a-gal-with-taste]

Baked and Battered (3/4)

Summary: It's the classic story: Boy meets girl, Sumpsnipe meets Promenade-brat, baker meets rebel. And then it becomes so, so much more than that, for both of them.

(Inspired by @sweatandwoe​ ​ & Secret Ingredient, a must-read)

Warnings: SFW. Baker!Reader, romance, revolutionary-shenanigans, young love, time-skips, bit of world-building, slice-of-life-ish, hurt/comfort, humor, angst, eventual happy-ending

Part 1 | Part 2

A hand flashed out, with the intent to dive, grip, and never let go.

"Vander, stop it!"

You could hardly believe you were in this situation in the first place... your friend, the biggest, warmest fool and friend you had ever known, acting in such a way. It was appealing.

"Vander, enough!"

"I have to do what's best for Zaun," He insisted, and despite your protests, despite your fighting hards, desperate to ward him away, Vander succeeded in avoiding all your efforts, and snatching himself a cookie. Promptly shoving it into his mouth before you could slap it from him, "And I gotta make sure these are ripe for eatin'. Could be poisoned."

"Yes, Vander." You said flatly, giving Benzo a look of death-itself when he had the gall to start reaching for the plate. "I upgraded from frying-pans to poison."

The Hound of the Underground, grinned, elbowing his friend with a wink, "Told ya, deadliest of us all."

Rolling your eyes, you made sure to keep one on the large batch beside you on the counter, and the dozens - maybe even a solid hundred - others milling about the building.

When Silco had told you that Vander and Benzo, in all their genius, decided to purchase a bar to host their most important meetings with the Children of Zaun... you had to burst out laughing. The idea was absurd as it was perfectly in-character, and you still couldn't help but be utterly baffled that Silco allowed it to happen.

"It wasn't your idea, was it?"

"Gods no. A bar is acceptable as a public-forum, but as a central-base?"

"Well, then how did they sneak the deed past you? Did you not sign it?"

Silco's face had simultaneously turned sour and blank, and he had been quiet for a long time before replying. Theoretically to enjoy the food you had made for him... but in truth to avoid your bursting laughs at his confession for as long as possible.

"I was drunk when they put the paper in front of me."

In the present, you had to bite lightly on your knuckles not to giggle at the irony - was it the best piece of irony you had ever heard of? No, not really... but finding excuses to laugh were becoming rarer and rarer, and you knew you weren't the only one finding it difficult to laugh much these days.

Vander and Benzo, while locked in valiant battle for half of a cookie, both sported shadows under their eyes, and despite their age matching up close with yours they... looked old. Tired. Like the world was resting on their shoulders, and it was crushing.

You didn't like to think how Silco didn't look all that different, but couldn't stop from gazing out over the thick crowd of people in the bar, searching for the man himself, getting the urge to glance further up. A smile touched your lips, and you raised a hand to wave your fingers invitingly when you caught sight of him on the balcony above.

This was the first time you had been at The Last Drop, but it became clear quickly that though the ground-floor specialized in providing some entertainment, the second floor was entirely business, and mostly Silco's territory. Looking at him now, you knew he wasn't too thrilled by the party - eyes narrowed, flicking between his people with mouth pursed in a stern line...

Shadows beneath his eyes twice as dark, making something inside you twist. "Silco," You said, having no-hope with speaking over the music, boisterous laughter and conversation, but perhaps he was pre-tuned to your voice, for Silco's attention snapped towards you in seconds.

Gaze darkening briefly at the sight of Vander and Benzo, indeed acting like Children. It brightened, however slightly, when his eyes landed on you.

"Have you even sat down today?" You pressed gently when he strode down, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. You chose, for now, to ignore the wince he made at the motion - some bruise or other that you would take care of later, but for now, you reach over to pluck a cookie, give Vander a death-glare so he retracts his hand, and put it in Silco's. "Here, eat."

He has the nerve to sigh as he says your name, "I haven't developed an appetite today-"

"That wasn't a request. Eat."

The other Sons of Zaun chuckled at Silco's expense - and, in fairness, the man had guts of steel to actually pout between nibbles of a fresh-made cookie - but you shooed them both away as a stool was dragged over, and you pressed on his shoulders, gentle but firm, to force Silco down onto it. "C'mon, sit."

"Gonna ask 'im to shake too? Bastard already speaks well-enough..."

"I bite too, Vander," Silco said, and you blinked because... it wasn't a joke. The words were more than a bit ridiculous, but far-more absurd, was the fact that the two were glaring at each other.

And even after you shoved a cookie in the larger-one'a hand, shuffling him off to go mingle with his fellow revolutionaries - Benzo eager to follow - Silco was still glaring into the ground with a cold fire in his green-blue eyes. "Careful, glare too much and your face will stay like that. And you're too handsome to look like a grump all the time."

This finally caused the glare to slip from his features. Eyes wide, Silco gazed up at you with the tips of his ears reddening as your words registered, but you only rolled your eyes fondly, stepping behind him, hands settling on his shoulder to knead into stiff muscles.

"... I am not a grump."

"Not if you keep looking like that, you won't be." You assured him, looking out over the crowd, and not bothering to hide your smile at his huff. "Don't like parties?"

"Not a preference time-waster, no," Under your hands, you felt the man begin to relax, muscles loosening under your touch, and it wasn't long before he was leaning back into your grip in-earnest. "This one is becoming a far more remarkable experience."

"Because of the food?"

"Yes. And the caterer looks just as sweet."

Sly bastard, you were sure he was smirking as you ducked your head to hide your own blush.

For a moment despite his loathing and tenseness at the party atmosphere, and despite your obvious-outsider status among the deepest, most revolutionary part of the Lanes, you felt at ease. Which was a rare, too rare feeling these days. Enforcers were on the rise as much as the Children of Zaun were rising - business-searches had become more popular along the upper-levels near the harbor, not to mention random street-searches that made people more wary to walks the streets, even at daytime.

Down here, in the Lanes, you didn't see a scrap of the Piltover blue-gold of Enforcers, and it was a relief. The Entresol, and by extension the Lanes, had their own issues - you weren't sure when, or if you'd ever feel truly at-home in this level, but despite it all, you felt welcomed.

And when Silco's hand came up to cover your own, long fingers curling around your own to squeeze gently, you thought maybe just could feel at-home. Not necessarily here, but with him.

Maybe.

But then you felt another tensing beneath your palm, and you raised your gaze to look through the strings of patrons, Brothers and Sisters beyond, and you knew where his ice-lined gaze was fixed on.

Or rather, who.

"Want to talk about it?" You murmur softly, squeezing his shoulders when the young man didn't reply for a minute. "Silco?"

A moment paused, before, apologetically, but firmly, he squeezed your hand right back in reply.

Exhaling through your nose, you decided to let it go, reaching over to take a cookie for yourself to nibble on. You weren't here constantly, you couldn't know what sort of rift was built between the two... but you'd known them since childhood. And knew that, despite their moments of brilliance, Silco and Vander could just as often be dumb boys, brothers in all but blood - just as eager to build another up, as they are to tear each other down in a stupid, silly tussle between such brothers.

Lowering your head, you rested your chin atop of Silco's head with a sigh through your nose.

They were dense, but they'd figure it out and one way or another, there would be peace. You were sure of it, and with that thought, you ignore that small, anxious weight gathering inside of you...

Concern for Silco wasn't a new thing. It's how the two of you met - instead of letting out a shrill scream for an adult, to cast away the strange child robbing the pastry-shelves, concern for the fellow-child's too skinny frame had led you to grab a basket, and more rolls for a sufficient meal.

Years and years went by, and you didn't think your concern for the boy, then teen, then young man, now revolutionary, could ever cease.

You had so much concern for Silco, you didn't leave a speck of it left for yourself.

Hands numb, as you gather the next handful of shattered glass between your napkin-wrapped palms, you wonder if maybe this could have been avoided if you were a bit more concerned for yourself.

Your windows, shattered.

Kitchen, a complete disarray.

All the food brought to the ground, squashed spitefully under boot or simply left to rot in the form of stains and smears.

And a notice on the door, with Piltover's stamp clear to see.

A shard slips between the coverings on your hand, slicing at a finger, but your mind can only focus on the words you had read, still disbelieving even after seeing them with your own eyes.

Suspicion of rebellion connections. Warrant of search.

Deep down, you knew there would be sneers that you only endured a search, and not an interrogation. Oftentimes, along the harbor, Enforcers don't even bother with those, and simply jump straight to an arrest.

Lucky.

Depositing the next handful of glass into the bin, you want to laugh. Then cry, at how lucky you were.

Lucky that Vander finally convinced you to go to a Lanes party. Lucky that you accepted, and that the event had lasted long enough that you missed the Enforcers entirely, only coming back to the destruction they left behind.

Lucky that you convinced Silco to split up with you, before returning to your bakery - though, deep down, your luck had to run out at some point.

A shuffling of glass with his first slow steps into the building - there wasn't much point in using the door, with the window busted wide enough that one could just step in. And that's exactly what Silco does, slowly and carefully making his way over the frame that still holds a few jagged planes of glass, into your shop.

You can't look at him. Not even when he says your name.

The second-time Silco says it, it's sterner... not like Silco, but like a Son of Zaun.

"Did you check the building? Any left?"

Another handful of glass, deposited almost robotically into the bin beside you, before you shook your head. "No," You whisper, voice quiet, maybe little tight. "They... no one else is here."

It took another second, before Silco was beside you, kneeling in the glass. The urge to stop him,, to shoo him before he cut himself came far too late, and when your hand came up to push him from the mess, Silco was easily able to catch you by the wrist.

"You're bleeding," He said, simply. Plucking away the napkin acting as a pathetic excuse for gloves, Silco guides the hand closer to him for inspection, flashing the pad of his thumb over the fresh wound with all-gentleness. "There's no glass in there... let me go find-"

"No," You breathe, taking him with your other hand, and looking toward him, imploringly. His bright gaze flashes up to you, and for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other.

The contest was broken by your blink, followed by another, rapider one, which acted as introduction to your small voice whispering in a single plea, "Don't leave me."

Don't leave me, when all I've known is left in ruins.

Don't leave me when I need you.

Don't leave me just for a stupid bandage.

Don't leave me.

You only say the last thought on your mind, a simple plea of three words. It doesn't say all of what you ask him for.

But Silco understands you. And as tears start rolling down your cheeks, hiccups sobs beginning to slip from your mouth with no hope of stifling them, he just pulls you into his arms.

Silco doesn't leave you. Not then.

That doesn't stop that dreadful weight from coiling inside you, still.

"I won't stand for this."

"They've dealt worst blows-"

"And I didn't stand any for those either, but this is too much. Too personal. Too close, Vander," Silco barely resembles humanity, with the way his lips are drawn back in a snarl, and  eyes the exact color of blue-fire.

It's a sight that would be so much more terrifying, if Silco and Vander weren't the one's covering in splashes of paint in the repainting the walls.

Benzo kept you company at the single table and chairs that had survived the Enforcer's search and raid - he also acted as your warden. A kind warden, one that offered you a drink from every so often from that bottle that recently seemed near-glued to his hand, but Janna-forbid you attempted to even stand.

"But-"

"Nope, y'gotta relax."

"Can you tell them that?" You gestured with a more properly wrapped-hand towards the other Brothers in question, who where nose to paint-splashed nose with each other.

"This, was far too close, Vander," Silco hissed again. "Next time it could be a supplier they hit. An informant, one of our insiders, and that risks the entire operation falling apart."

"It's not going to come to that!" Vander insisted in a scoff, but Silco, stubborn still, shook his head again. "It always comes to that. They'll never stop pushing us... not until we're back on our knees, or better for them, six more feet under."

Vander went to interrupt, but the wiry young man was quick to cut him off, dropping his brush back into the bucket - ignoring Vander's growl when some splattered over his boots in response - before picking up a sanding, getting work ridding the window framing of bumps.

Worrying at your lip - stopping before you could split the skin, again - you made a move to stand, and gave Benzo a sharp look when he reached for you, "Getting snacks," You murmured quietly, pulling the thick jacket tight around you during the travel to the kitchen-area, surrounded by a early spring-chill, and an colder atmosphere with Vander and Silco.

It was supposed to break soon, by rain. You hoped that with the passing storm, would also come the pass of whatever cold storm had brewed between the two Sons of Zaun.

You could hope, and, while they were here with you, you could distract.

"Here, you've guys earned the good stuff," You said upon your return, Benzo immediately leaning over to hog the first honey-bun, far sticker and sweeter than the kind that would be found Downtown. Vander took his just as fast, all but cramming it into his mouth - you were surprised, but the furious speed in which he moved, that he didn't punch his own teeth out.

Silco was stone-still. Staring at Vander, eyes wide, lips tight and bloodless, and looking more statue than man. Calling his name, even softly, didn't seem to help and when you placed your hand on his shoulder to rouse him, he only continued to stare at Vander in pure, utter...

No. You didn't even know the name for the expression on his face, but you found yourself glad it wasn't directed at you. You were horrified just to look at it - you had no idea how Vander hadn't dropped dead from the full-force of Silco's glare.

"... what did you just say?"

Vander ignored him, focusing on his work.

"Silco, what's wrong?" You ask, quietly, and wishing you hadn't left the room, if only to find out what happened. Hands hesitate at your side, before, you're reaching up to brush some splatters of paint from angular cheekbones but the taller man is stepping forward, teeth bared like fangs ready to sink into flesh. "Silco-"

"Think about peace?" His repeat of Vander's words are croaked, anger choking at his words as he glowered at Vander. "Think about... are you serious? You want to stop?"

"I don't want people getting hurt! She got hit, whose next, Sil??" Vander hissed right back with a head jerk towards you. "I can't... we can't keep taking 1these kinda risks. We have to pull back, just... take a breath, organize ourselves-"

"We pull back, they storm right on in. Don't be foolish, even taking a second to breathe with be a second long enough for then to demolish us. Do you want that?" Silco breezed past you, growing so close to Vander that it was honestly concerning. Glancing at Benzo, bewilderment and confusion clear on your face didn't help, as he seemed to be intent on committing every detail to his bottle to memory, while Silco continuing harshly underbreath. "Do you want them to take control from us? Take back everything we've worked for? Do you want it to all be for nothing?"

"I don't want to keep fighting for nothing!"

Vander, like thunder crashing and rolling, all growls with threats of a downpour. His eyes are a storm, fury... and a bit weary, from how long the tempest against Piltover has lasted.

Silco, lightning sharp and devastating - it takes a single strike to take one out, and he does so with four words, to the man you had always known to be his brother, before he turns, and all but flashes out the door, and out of sight from your shop.

"You are a coward."

You don't say anything. You can't, really - too shocked, you can only quietly set your plate down, swallow thickly, before stepping towards the door. But Benzo, staggering from his seat, stands to take you by the elbow as Vander passes you, stomping out the door like a dark-cloud.

"When has-?"

"That? Been a few weeks now, I reckon... Don' blame yourself, doll. They're thick, but they'll b thinnin' out soon 'nough..."

Benzo pauses, before false-cheer fills his voice with some joke about picking up where they left off. You don't quiet hear it, staring out the door where the other Sons of Zaun had both stormed out of.

There's a noise in your ears. Static, almost, to go along with the sudden, cold weight of dread lying at the bottom of your stomach...

It's a weight that grows heavier in the days that follow.

Heavier, and heavier, even as the world, in other ways, grow lighter. The burden of a broken bakery is lifted quickly - Benzo seemed far more at ease working there by himself, and it was looking like things could be back to business as-usual within a week, maybe less.

It didn't loosen the solid-lead weight of dread inside you, because despite Benzo's help, despite the shop being repaired and cleaned back to normal operations, despite... you don't like to think about why the Enforcer patrols, even intimidation has slowly began to diminish, but despite that, there's still a heavy-dread inside you.

It grows with every day, every day that Silco isn't there.

You try not to think about how he just... left. Walked out, didn't even say goodbye to you. You know his fight against Topside was bad. Stressful, and it was hard to remember, but all of you were far younger than most would believe, knowing what some of the Children of Zaun had accomplished.

Children of Zaun wasn't actually that far off, in some cases. You knew from the tailor down the way, his daughter had scurried further down not long ago to join the fight after another heated argument...

You dreaded to find out what Silco had done, after leaving suddenly from such a venomous exchange with Vander. Still, you tried to keep spirits up. Opening the shop again was a good start, Gods know there were plenty that relied on your food, and you were more than happy to roll up your sleeves, tie on your apron, and work. Work, create, batter and bake...

It's not nearly enough to quiet then storm outside. But it's not enough that, when Vander shoves the front-door open in the middle of your baking without you immediately noticing, you freeze with flour up to your elbows and a smear of fresh apple filling on your chin.

You've never known Vander to be quiet. Not even as children - that's why, after you startle and stare at him, absently wiping off hands as you take in his soaked-form, tangled damp hair, and bandaged arm, not saying a word...

That weight inside you drops.

"When?" You whisper, amazed you still have a voice left. All thoughts have seemed to stop otherwise, and only static fills your mind. "Where?"

Why?

"River. He... I..." His hand hovered over the bandage part of his arm, as if he's too disturbed to even touch it. Vander swallows, grey eyes on the ground, before he finally glances up to you. "I... couldn't find him. Afterwards... raining. T'much blood-"

Cuts himself off - none of the boys liked to give the gory details, but you could imagine. Enforcer guns, batons...

It never seemed possible that anything of mortal-creation could take out a man like Silco. But maybe that was just the grief talking, denial-stage already in full-swing.

Vander seems to be on the same boat, croaking out as he takes in your far, far too-still body at the news, "I... I shoulda... I'm sorry."

"It's okay," You say, numb with the lie. "I... it's okay, Vander. You did all you could."

Grey eyes squeeze shut, as if you personally struck a blow to him with your words. His hand comes down on his bandaged-wrapped are, gripping it tight enough that whatever wound lies beneath must sting at the painful pressure, but the Son of Zaun doesn't make a sound. Doesn't speak, Vander just... leaves.

Turns, walks out, and not even attempting a goodbye.

Vander leaves you, and for a moment, the only thing you can do is to turn back to the counter, gripping it with shaky-hands and staring numbly at... what was it? What was the world like, only moments ago, before you knew?

You don't remember, and you don't try to. Because that weight inside you was now all-around, pressing, breaking, crushing you...

It's crushing so hard that you can't speak, can't think.

You can only bring your flour-dusted hands to your face, cover your eyes, and cry.

Some weights, like that of dread and unknowing, has lightened. But it leaves you with a weight heavier than all the rest, and you would give anything, everything, to have the grief be a little less crushing then it is, leaving everything you know in ruins.

#silco x reader #silco #arcane #silco x you #silco fanfic #arcane writing #angst

[hr-nm-grnd-zr]

This was originally requested by @supermegapauselouca on @arcade-writing ‘s blog. They wrote a very good nsfw version which you can find here. Reading the request I got inspired to write a fluff version though so here it is :)

AO3 link

Summary: you give Viktor a head massage after a long day, he really likes it

word count: no idea but it’s short

warnings: none, it’s fluffy foreign speaker warning: grammar errrors, spelling errors, complicated sentences cause I’m german, please tell me if you find something

It’s been a long day, he was sitting on the couch reading a book. You came over with two cups of tea. The setting sun was shining yellow-orange light into your living room. You stopped in your track for a moment. The way the sun hit Viktor’s messy brown hair, making the spikes look like they were caught on fire. You loved when his hair was like that, when he sat there, concentrating on some book or notes, ruffling it even more.

You put the mugs down on the small table and snuggle up next to him. He adjusts slightly so you can hold him. He liked being the small spoon like that. Leaning against you while you had one arm around him, putting your heads together or reading over his shoulder. This time you aren’t really interested in the book, your hand subconsciously coming up to play with his hair. You put your nose in his hair, breathing in his scent, just enjoying the moment. The warm evening sun shining through the window, the sound of Viktor turning the page. You sigh happily. Viktor chuckles slightly at that, turning his head to look at you. “What is on your mind, love?”, he asks. His eyes glowing in the sunlight, you take a moment to find the right words. “It’s just… I feel at peace right now.” You kiss him on the cheek, he smiles at you and turns around again to continue reading. You lean back against the couch, still playing with his hair. You tug at a few strands and see goose bumps crawling up his neck. That gives you an idea. You start massaging his scalp, scratching your nails over it. You feel him leaning into your hand, eyes still fixed on his book though. When you pull a few more strands, a bit heavier but not to hurt, he hums quietly closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Your other hand joins in. Sitting up you start massaging and pulling his hair in a firmer way. He leans back against you with his whole back now, book forgotten on his lap. His hums get louder and turn into moans. Your hands still for a moment to kiss his head. He immediately starts complaining. “Don’t stop…” It’s a rare thing to hear him whining like that, practically begging you to continue. “Please, love.” You grin widely knowing he cannot see it and start massaging again. He seems to especially enjoy the pulling part. Taking only small strands, a few at a time. You love messing with his hair like that. He’s grown it out due to not having time to go get it cut. It’s so fluffy and smells like him. He calms down after a while, sighing and dropping his head back against you. You brush a few strands out of his face so you can see his amber eyes. He looks up at you, his body completely relaxed against you, and smiles. You smile back and kiss the top of his head.

#viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #viktor x reader #arcane series #arcane writing #arcane viktor #arcane fluff #viktor fluff

[arcanewhimsy]

#arcane writing #poll #self shipping

[pixievi]

heyyy idk if you’ve already done this but do you have any nsfw headcanons for caitlyn kiramman with a female reader??

i actually don’t think I have? it’s actually something I want to do for all the characters I write for! but at the top of my head, here’s some :)

i. she can get jealous pretty easily but manages it well, most of the time. she knows she’s being ridiculous, but sometimes she just can’t help it, she just loves you so much. it doesn’t help that you like to tease, knowing how she gets. you know she will make her feelings known if you’re bratty enough, no matter where you both are. she’d see some of the other guests at some high profile piltover party eyeing you up and she’d hold you tighter, her frown growing by the minute until she’d snap and pull you to the bathroom. at this point, she didn’t care if anyone heard you. in fact, she wanted them to hear you. hear that it was her name spilling from your lips between moans. hear the squelch of her fingers as she pounded your messy pussy. her lips that were the ones decorating your neck with marks for all to see when she was done. her words degrading you, bringing you to the edge.

and when you both finally emerged from the bathroom, she had a wolfish smile as she held you tight. so you didn’t lose your balance. when eyes would shift between you both, seeing your neck covered and her cocky smile, she would hold their gaze until they looked away. embarrassed.

ii. overall, i see her as a switch with a dom lean. she loves to be in control and her kinks reflect that. bondage, edging, overstimulation, spanking…..

but then there are times where she’ll let you treat her like your princess. when she just wants to let go and be pampered. which you more than happily do. it can be soft or rough, depending on what she needed.

iii. she loves dressing up. both you and herself. she’s always buying new lingerie to tease you with, not letting you touch her in it as she has her way with you. and she loves putting you in cutesy and dainty pieces, it drives her mad seeing the contrast of the filth she’s doing to you while you look like an innocent princess. sometimes she’ll even buy the really cheap ones, just so she can rip and ruin them.

#pixievi smut #pixievi caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn kiramman x reader #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman smut #caitlyn kiramman oneshot #arcane writing #arcane headcanon #arcane women #arcane x reader #arcane smut

[honey-tongued-devil]

Ahhhh okay I’m back. No rush at all on this, but your last one was so good I can’t help myself 😂

Could I please get “who did this to you” with Sevika? 🙈 I love my S babies so much I need a fic from you with her! Thank you!

↞“Who did this to you”↠

▶ Sevika x 3. "who did this to you" Hurt/comfort

I wanted to do something longer and more painful but I had problems with an exam that I have to finish and so I had less than half the time I expected. The funny thing is that I have in my mind a long fic called "the herbalist" where the reader actually acts as a private "doctor" in the period when Singed is out of play, so writing this short was a bit of an... appetizer.

↠Word count: 1.5k ↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠List: hurt/comfort (n.3 "who did this to you" ) ↠Pairing: Sevika x gn!reader ↠Tw: implied dark content (Violence), Sfw

[Feel free to send all the requests you want, both from the lists you find on my profile (Hurt/comfort and Fluff) and original prompts. I am trying to write a prompt a day, I will do my best to please you]

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

N.3: Who did this to you

The calm of the night is nothing more than a mere mirage in the lanes, especially when the sun sets and to make it sovereign are the hustle and bustle of the music that comes from the seedy premises -similar to the siren song for sailors, attracts drunks and passers to sink despair in a glass of cheap alcohol or between the legs of a demeaning woman- and people now more like small, pathetic street animals: they stick together for a piece of bread, running away when someone bigger comes on stage. 

Some of them hiss, others grab anything that lends itself to be a weapon ready to put aside what makes them human for two golden hexes, still others in those streets walk with swollen chests, aware that their fame precedes them, enjoying watching those rats tremble and hide.

Humanity is a privilege that belongs to those who can see the light.

The usual gunshots, the usual screams, the usual sound of broken glass -someone is fighting for their life under that smog sky; and again the most desolating silence falls.

Another scream follows, you bend trying to reach with your arm towards the bottle of cognac left on the bedside table until your fingers grab it, allowing you to drink a sip straight from bottle while a man, alone in those streets intricate like a labyrinth, realizes that he has taken the life of another living being.

Every day is the same, and while in that city of marble and white stone in the evening you can hear the clink of glasses celebrating, pouring drops of precious alcohol on the ground, not far away the darkness brings with it the deaf sound of death, of despair.

You pull your knees close to your chest tired, leaning the head against them while your eyes dart out of the open window: vigilant they flow buildings, apartments, illuminated signs of the premises, people so small as insects that move funny, different and so far away from you stories that you can only imagine what it is really happening, and so on until you meet that eye that stands out over the underground city, high and ubiquitous, the most similar thing to a god the eyes of a zaunite will ever see.

The silence hovers again in the room and sleep makes your eyelids heavy, but in your stomach you feel that growing feeling of inadequacy, as if you have forgotten something important, as if you hadn’t set your alarm, even though the next morning is the most important day of your life. 

Another sip.

Tousled hair tickles your cheeks, clings to lips wet because of alcohol in a way you hate, but you are not in a hurry to move them away: you do not want to break eye contact with that bright purple sign that seems to be looking at you directly.

You don’t know rationally why that night everything looks the same as the other nights but at the same time extremely wrong, but you know for sure that until she comes back you won’t rest your head on the pillow.

And no matter how much you try to deny it, to not think about it, lying to yourself and telling that you don’t know the cause of your malaise, you know perfectly what’s the problem: part of you fears that something has happened to her -you stare at the eye hoping that it will somehow tell you, it surely knows where she is now- while the rational side knows that she would even feel offended by the implication that your concern has.

“Do you think I’m weak?”

One last sip before throwing the empty bottle at the end of the bed, quietly waiting for the night to pass.

You have to wait several more hours before the door of the apartment opens with a dry sound: it creaks slightly, accompanied by the tinkling of the various bolts -placed there to make it safer- and to the rustle of the firm draft; letting the woman in before falling deadweight on the battery sofa in the living room.

"Sevika...?" you call her name gently while raising the head with a snap, without receiving a response. 

You jump to your feet and rush into the living room, the fear that it may have been just a hallucination dissipates completely when your eyes meet the woman sitting with her knees spread, the head bent down and the door still open behind her. Instinctively put your hand to your chest and breathe a sigh of relief, you wouldn’t be able to put into words how much anguish you were carrying that night.

"You scared me, you know?" you whisper those words in a low voice as you head to close the door, making sure you lock all the bolts and latches. "I had a terrible feeling on me, I stayed awake until now waiting for you because I didn’t want to go to sleep without you" 

But again, not a single noise nor an answer from her.

You get close to her, the untied bun causes the raven hair to fall back to hide her face, the shoulders move slowly and painfully shaken by the breath, the clothes are dirty with a mixture of blood, shimmer, earth and sweat, ruined and burned in several places. They’re the only clue that it had to be either an explosion or a fire. 

You call her name sweetly, in a tone you know she hates but you need it to not panic while you fill your arms with bandages and various medicines, placing them on the coffee table next to the sofa. You know she’s a strong woman, who is never exaggerated, and this lack of responsiveness scares you even more because of this reason.

You approach her, combing her hair with your fingers and tying them so as to reveal her face, plagued by the purple drug and dirty, dabbing it gently with a clean wet towel.

"I just wish I could kill her"

It’s just a gasp, her voice is dry, and barely comes out, but it’s enough to make your eyes pinch.

But you continue to repress the tears, cleaning the sores of the face before moving your fingers to take the edge of her shirt.

"Sevika, raise your arms. If you take off your shirt, I can medicate you..." she doesn’t answer. You see her biting the inside of her cheek and grinding her teeth, in an expression that precedes a violent outburst.

But the outburst doesn’t happen.

It took you several moments before realizing a consecutive series of things that you didn’t give importance to but that now begin to make sense: she didn’t close the door behind her, she didn’t take her clothes off her once she got home, she didn’t stop you when you cleaned her face, she didn’t light her cigarette as usual when I got back from a mission.

The arms.

You barely hold back a gasp when you realize it, and the way she -for the first time since she’s finally back- lifts her head to look at you makes you understand that your deduction is correct. It’s a tender gesture the one you do, running your fingers along the flesh arm, and her muscles contract slightly in a sign of life that is enough to cheer you up and give you the strength to continue what you started.

"Who did this to you?" you ask while bending down to medicate the arm with tight bandages, necessary to prevent it from losing totally sensitivity. And in a few minutes the number of sterile gauze stained with blood and towels probably stained permanently near your feet increase drastically.

"The same bitch who blew up my left arm."

Her answer is more of a growl than a real spoken sentence and almost instinctively you rub your cheek against her motionless hand, as to comfort her in the only way that does not make her feel uncomfortable. Sevika hints at a light smile, the eyes are outwardly tired but they have that small light, that look that only you are allowed to see.

You smile back, lift yourself up just enough to snap a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth before retrieving the pack of cigarettes from her pocket and putting one close to her lips, giggling when she grabs it with her teeth.

"Jinx then" you slide your thumb on the wheel of the lighter, approaching the flame to her face to allow her to light the cigarette up.

"...she made friendly fire, again." The words come out muffled because of the firm teeth, but still understandable. You nod, gently moving her hand, opening and closing her fingers, stretching and bending the forearm to rehabilitate a minimum of the muscles, stopping when you see her expression change due to the pain.

"This will pass, too, Sevika. Come on, once again,"

#sevika #sevika x y/n #sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #arcane writing #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #arcane x reader #arcane x male reader #arcane x female reader #arcane x gender neutral reader #arcane headcanons

[godlyaffection]

Good Morning <3

Request

(Arcane) Viktor x Male Reader

You think of yourself as the luckiest man alive to wake up next to Viktor every morning, but what does an early morning look like for the two of you?

No Warnings

A/n; This kinda turned into a Viktor x House Husband Reader but honestly i’m not gonna complain about that

– Viktor never went to sleep at a reasonable time. He was always staying up to ungodly hours of the night to work on something, so you either had to stay up late with him or go to bed without your partner. 

– Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could drag him to beda little earlier than normal, but that was on rare occasions. You simply had to get used to going to bed without him, but after so long in your relationship he made it a priority that you would alway wake up in the morning with him. Which meant he always tried to make sure he came to bed at some point, so that first thing in the morning he was there for you, even if you hadn't gotten to see him the night before. 

– Early mornings with Viktor could go one of two ways. 

– Sometimes he would wake up before you. He would just lay there, watching you sleep. Sometimes he would run his hands over your face and stroke your hair. He likes to be close to you while you are sleeping, it makes him feel peaceful in a way nothing else can. 

– Most of the time though you would wake up before him. Since he would stay up late he tended to get as much rest as he could get away with, of course if he had it in his head that he had to be at the lab an ungodly hour in the morning, then he would be up and there before the sun rose. But he normally just made it a point to be at the lab before Jayce, and Jayce wasn't known for being the quickest in the mornings so Viktor could get away with sleeping in a little. 

– Sometimes, after a particularly long time away from each other, you would make sure Viktor would stay home with you. You would let Viktor sleep in as long as you could get away with, and then you would make him a lovely breakfast in bed, all of his favorites. You'd deliver it to him by putting on your sweetest voice and best puppy dog eyes, and ask him to stay home from the lab for the day. It wasn't just for you either. Viktor always needed those days too. And although he would never admit it out loud, he was grateful for you when you did it. He knew when his body was too tired and needed a break, but he could never convince himself to take it for him, it was like he was only allowed to take a break when he did it for his boyfriend. 

– On mornings like those you and Viktor would normally laze around in the bedroom for a while, eating the breakfast you made and catching up on the previous day, or anything else going on that you hadn't had time to talk about yet.

– You would eventually have to get up, to at least get ready for the day, even if all your plans consisted of making Viktor relax for a day. You liked to take a shower first, and if you were lucky you could convince Vicktor to take one with you. On mornings like these, when you weren't both rushing to get anywhere, you could just enjoy the other's company so why wouldn't you spend as much time with him as possible?

– Vicktor didn’t mind most of the time, truthfully it  makes it easier for him. He likes it when you wash his hair, having your hands run through his hair was always a welcome experience. 

– You’d pick out the comfiest clothes you could find, which tended to end with you both in one of your shirts instead of Viktor in one of his own, and were ready to take on the rest of the day from there. 

– A normal morning for the two of you was a bit more hectic. Not necessarily chaotic, but it always seemed to go by much quicker than you would hope for. 

– Viktor was quick to get ready in the morning, he tried to put everything in a specific spot so he knew where to find it in the morning before heading to the lab. You thought it looked like a mess, but he swore there was a system to it, and he hasn't lost anything yet so you were normally happy to leave anything he needed where it was.

– You liked to help him with his clothes every day though. It made you feel closer to him even as he was trying to rush out the door. It could be as simple as laying out his socks, other times you helped him put on his vest. 

– When you first started doing this, Viktor wasn't the happiest about it. He had it in his brain that you were only doing it because you thought he couldn’t, but after some reassurance from you he came to see that it was just a way you liked to care for him. Not because he couldn't care for himself, but because you loved him. 

– VIktor likes to eat with you every morning. It is normally very quick and not a full meal by any means, but he’ll make you both something quick and you’ll both stand around eating whatever it is before he leaves. He likes cooking for you, but because of his late nights he can't make you much in the evenings, so he makes up for it in the mornings, even if it isn’t a giant meal or anything. 

– Normal mornings with Viktor are quick and a bit all over the place, but you wouldn't want to change them. And when you get a calmer, longer, morning with Viktor those are nice too.

#.written-word (headcanons) #x male reader #arcane #league of legends #viktor arcane #viktor x male reader #viktor arcane x male reader #arcane x male reader #arcane writing

[piggycyberwarrior]

Silco x reader / how he would react if you did not say i love you back as a prank

Summary:  how Silco would react if you did not say i love you back as a prank (maybe a part two -with other character- if asked)

Includes: Silco 

Warnings: Silco is a little bit insecure, i don't know what genre this should be in...

a/n: the gender of y/n is not specified in the headcanons

oh and it would make me very happy if you send me requests, love you all!

  You must have pretty good acting skills and a lot of courage to pull off this prank on Silco...

He would lie in bed with you, your hand in his hair, his head on your chest a moment of weakness on his side

His day was busy as usual, he wanted to be with you. To lose himself in the warmth and  melt your heartbeat together with his.

He had long lost control over his body when you pressed a small kiss on his cheek - a signal that he should lie down with you and take a break.

"I love you, Y/N" he said with his beautiful voice, pressing a small kiss on your collarbone

"Mhm." you said as you began to braid a small strand of his hair

he held his breath for a moment. Had you not been listening properly? Or did you not mean the 'mhm' how he interpreted it?

he couldn't help but be a little hurt 

He wondered briefly why you hadn't answered, until he asked again with a little emphasis: "I love you, Y/n."

"I know." you humed, ok it was definitely a little weird.

fear bubbled up inside him. didn't you love him? were you like his previous partners - just with him because of his power?

no, you had already sacrificed so much for him. he should not draw such quick conclusions

He propped himself up with his arms and looked you in the eyes. "Are you okay?" you asked with innocence in your eyes, as if you had not just committed the greatest crime on earth.

“I love you, Y/n” he grumbled with vigor. He stared at you waiting for your answer.

“Why do you keep saying that? I know you love me!" you laughed

He growled and stood up, straightening his hair by stroking it backward

you had to hold yourself together not to laugh on the spot but when he got up and walked away you forgot about the bet you had made with one of your friends

"Nooooo Baaaabyyy! I'm sorry! I love you too! I love you tooooo!!!

you laughed as you also jumped up from the bed and ran after him.

you hugged him as he stopped at the door

"I'm so sorry, I love you." you whispered lovingly as you pressed a kiss to his scar.

he relaxed under your touch and sighed once before he put his arms around you

"Don't ever do that again. You scared me."

"i'm sorry..." you mumbled. as you took his face in your hands

"I thought..." he fell silent. "What did you think?" you asked anxiously.

“My previous partners were only with me because of my power but found me repulsive. You were the first to sacrifice so much for me, but just now I couldn't help but think 'what if'"

 I... I'm so sorry" tears pooling at your eyes "It was a stupid prank. (friend name) talked me into it..."

your eyes lit up "I'll make it up to you! I'll give you lots of hugs!And kisses! And cuddles!“you said energetically

silco just chuckled. "do that, love"

#leauge of legends silco x reader #arcane sildo x reader #arcane silco imagines #arcane imagines #arcane writing #arcane headcanons #silco x reader angst fluff #arcane silco headcanons

[astudyincontrasts]

I need a Silco x Transmale reader fic, trans guy not allowing himself to be soft and tries to hold a strong front, but he wants someone to hold him gently, but also give it rough. He’s been through top and bottom surgery, needed to so he could be intimate with someone without dysphoria. He’s fairly built but short and he’s insecure about his height.

Ok Anon I wanted to take my time to answer this, because you deserve the world and sadly I’m not the one who can provide it. You deserve to see your representation done right, by someone who can honor you. I’m lgbtq but I’m not trans, and while I have several close transmasc friends I can’t begin to know the pain of dysphoria or the challenges of transitioning to your genuine self. And I would never want my imaginings of that journey to mar what it’s really like. I’m always down to write lgbtq content but this lies so far outside of my wheelhouse I’m afraid to disappoint or worse yet misrepresent my beloved trans friends. I want to open this ask up to other writers who would be far better to do you this lovely justice.

Taking a very much second hand seat to the above is that I am also only barely taking prompts from close friends. I have 4-5 fics in the air as we speak. What you are looking for is commissioned writing, which I do not do, I’m sorry.

I want to see this happen for you anon, and I feel such gratitude that you came to me with it. I hope you can understand. You are so loved and valued. I hope this finds you the writer you need to make this come true 🖤

#asks #arcane #arcane writing prompts #arcane writing #looking for authors #please boost guys #or share with someone who can help anon #trans representation #help anon make this happen #silco

[vastaya-simp]

Fluff time with Arcane men [Silco, Ekko, Scar]

The finals on taxation law are killing me, so the only thing I wish is to cuddle some fictional men as much as I want....

Silco - breakfast "dates"

This man is busy.

Like half if not most of the Zaun is under his attentive gaze and the only time you get him alone is more or less free - before the day actually starts. Surprisingly not peeved at all for a person who went to bed at 3 am at best. It’s also too early for Jinx or Sevica to join on the meal so usually just you two.

Despite his position, is actually quite a gentleman who pours you the drinks and passes you things that are out of your reach, while softly chatting about something. Prefers you to not talk about business - it’s too early for that so usually if you talking to him listening. If you get embarrassed or shy about rambling too much he’ll gently remind you that he enjoyed hearing your voice - a good distraction from Zaun problems.

From time to time, you find a bowl of specific type of fruits you love the most or maybe even your favourite dessert. Though if you ask him directly, he refuses to acknowledge any contribution from his part.

Scar - searching for constellations

As a chirean, Scar grew up knowing close to nothing about stars, constellations or astronomical stuff in general.

You on the other hand enjoyed star watching and knew thing or two from books your elderly relatives have showed you when you were still a child. Not forgetting and sharing a little bit of this knowledge brought you warm memories.

It all started with you spending all the free time you could master in the hospital wing - painting walls with a special glow-in-the-dark paint. Sick kids and injured firelights stuck there liked the stories you’ve told them while painting as well as the legends of different constellations you've remembered from your childhood. A few times the vastaya dropped by. And even though he argument his visits with his daughter being easier to handle when she heard you voice and stories, you hoped that he enjoyed them as well.

One evening, after you were not needed anywhere and most of the firelights got relaxed around the Sanctuary, he mentioned you to follow him and get on his board.

Any time spend with your favourite vastaya was precious to you though the last thing you’ve expected was to actually get on the roofs of the Zaun highest buildings not far from the home. Especially for stargazing.

Nevertheless, soon enough you’ve found yourself tucked into the man’s embrace from behind, covered with some blanket, he fished out of his bag with a thermos flask filled with hot tea. And after a while you were animatedly retelling the stories of the stars while the chirean basked in your closeness.

Ekko - watching the sunrise

Ekko is a busy man, as are you and the most of the Sanctuary adults. So there isn’t much time for dates, no money. Mostly it’s small hugs here and there, good luck kisses before the mission, soft touches on-the-way and cuddling each other to sleep.

Though from time to time, after the successful raid you two get on the highest rooftop near the Home-Tree to spend some time alone.

Just like now, you’ve just returned from the mission, the adrenaline is still pumping in your blood veins and it’s impossible to try sleeping right away. Others are either in their rooms licking up the scratches or chatting quietly in the roots of the tree. No losses tonight so the mood is light.

So you two climb to the top of the Tree to hide from the prying eyes and cuddle into each others sides while facing the horizon and enjoying the last rays of the setting sun as well as the bits of warmth before the night chill fills the city.

#arcane ekko #arcane writing #my writing #arcane headcanon #arcane imagines #arcane scar #arcane x reader