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Snippet - Indulgence - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco and Mel get frisky. At a distance.

cw: phone sex, explicit language, degradation, ice play, begging, presumed voyeurism, orgasm denial, emotional manipulation.

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

"You would do well not to taunt a man with no qualms about bending you over his knee in private."

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Confidential: State Files – Piltover & Zaun.

Memorandum of Encrypted Telephone Conversation

Subjects: Councilor Mel Medarda & First Chancellor Silco

Declassified and De-encrypted Under Authority of the Intra-agency Security Panel

E.O. 12596 Section 4. D(x)

Councilor Medarda: Silco?

Chancellor Silco: Councilor, I did not expect to hear from you so soon.

Councilor Medarda: 'Councilor' again, is it?

Chancellor Silco: My word. It seems I am in trouble.

Councilor Medarda: Not quite yet.

Chancellor Silco: Mel, then. Does that better suit?

Councilor Medarda: I would have hoped you'd drop the 'councilor' entirely.

Chancellor Silco: Forgive a tired man for reverting to habit.

Councilor Medarda: Tired?

Chancellor Silco: It has been a long evening.

Councilor Medarda: Is everything all right?

Chancellor Silco: Never better, Councilor.

Councilor Medarda: Your sarcasm does little to convince me.

Chancellor Silco: My word is not enough for you?

Councilor Medarda: Your word means little without context, and you know it.

Chancellor Silco: And yet I offer it freely.

Councilor Medarda: Willing to give. Never to share.

Chancellor Silco: I've shared many things with you, petal.

Councilor Medarda: Petals and promises. Both so easily broken.

Chancellor Silco: Are you looking to start an argument, or are you simply bored?

Councilor Medarda: If I'm starting an argument, you're letting me win.

Chancellor Silco: Or I'm warming you up for the real thing.

Councilor Medarda: I'm warm enough, thanks to the fire.

Chancellor Silco: Metaphorical, I’m sure.

Councilor Medarda: And yet…

Chancellor Silco: And yet?

Councilor Medarda: Will you indulge me, Silco?

Chancellor Silco: Always, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: Tell me where you are right now?

Chancellor Silco: In an undisclosed location.

Councilor Medarda: The loo?

Chancellor Silco: Your sense of humor is unrivaled.

Councilor Medarda: And your stubbornness, unsurpassed.

Chancellor Silco: I thought that was one of your favorite qualities of mine.

Councilor Medarda: It could easily become one of my least.

Chancellor Silco: You've yet to outlast me.

Councilor Medarda: Or perhaps I have, and you've merely forgotten.

Chancellor Silco: Oh, I'd remember such a thing.

Councilor Medarda: Even if your memory was hazy the morning after?

Chancellor Silco: Our morning after?

Councilor Medarda: Yes.

Chancellor Silco: You wound me, petal.

Councilor Medarda: I do hope so.

Chancellor Silco: I've told you that I'd be busy. That doesn't mean—

Councilor Medarda: Busy with what?

Chancellor Silco: Nothing I would burden you with.

Councilor Medarda: Is the line secure?

Chancellor Silco: Naturally.

Councilor Medarda: Then we'll return to my request.

Chancellor Silco: Divulgence or indulgence?

Councilor Medarda: Tell me where you are.

Chancellor Silco: In the bath, if you must know.

Councilor Medarda: Is this a joke?

Chancellor Silco: Why should that be a joke?

Councilor Medarda: You don't strike me as a man who lolls about in the tub.

Chancellor Silco: What do you picture is my usual manner of bathing?

Councilor Medarda: A high-pressure spray of boiling hot water.

Chancellor Silco: Just add salt.

Councilor Medarda: Or me.

Chancellor Silco: You're in rare form tonight.

Councilor Medarda: And you aren't appreciative of my...form?

Chancellor Silco: You would do well not to taunt a man with no qualms about bending you over his knee in private.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, I have every intention of taunting you.

Chancellor Silco: To what end?

Councilor Medarda: Whatever I desire.

Chancellor Silco: Which, as usual, is a great deal.

Councilor Medarda: Do you hold that against me?

Chancellor Silco: So far, it’s been a mutual pleasure.

Councilor Medarda: And yet you sidestep the question.

Chancellor Silco: Did I not answer you properly, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: We're having quite a few conversations in half-measures tonight. I wonder if that’s what I can expect on my visit to Zaun.

Chancellor Silco: Do you require reassurance?

Councilor Medarda: I'm in the mood for something more practical.

Chancellor Silco: Oh?

Councilor Medarda: Your attention. With others, I've never had to strive for it. With you, I feel as if I have to beg.

Chancellor Silco: Have you ever begged before?

Councilor Medarda: Once or twice.

Chancellor Silco: How many men, would you say?

Councilor Medarda: Only two, and not both at once.

Chancellor Silco: Shame, that.

Councilor Medarda: I ask for indulgence, and you give me depravity.

Chancellor Silco: Do you dislike it?

Councilor Medarda: No…

Chancellor Silco: Then let’s take it up a notch. Where are you?

Councilor Medarda: Why?

Chancellor Silco: Tell me where you are and let the indulgence begin.

Councilor Medarda: In bed, by the fire, and my hands—

Chancellor Silco: Your hands are gifts of the gods. But they aren't mine. Is that it?

Councilor Medarda: I still feel them, Silco. Three weeks later, and I feel them. It's almost as if I could—as if you were here. Touching me. Your breath on my skin. Your voice in my ear. Whispering to me. Asking me what it is I truly want.

Chancellor Silco: Ah. Now there's poetry I can get behind. Go on.

Councilor Medarda: I'd rather hoped...

Chancellor Silco: Yes, Councilor?

Councilor Medarda: You could provide the next verse.

Chancellor Silco: Oh, is it a duet? I do like a good song.

Councilor Medarda: I have little doubt that you're a talented vocalist.

Chancellor Silco: Yet voice is a poor substitute for hands.

Councilor Medarda: They're an adequate replacement when paired with an excellent imagination.

Chancellor Silco: And yours, as I know well, is exceptional.

Councilor Medarda: It can only reach so far.

Chancellor Silco: Shall we put it to the test?

Councilor Medarda: How?

Chancellor Silco: Are your doors locked, Mel? The windows shuttered? Can anyone hear you?

Councilor Medarda: My staff are gone. I'm alone. Completely.

Chancellor Silco: Is your mouth dry?

Councilor Medarda: I'll need a sip of water if we continue.

Chancellor Silco: Go pour yourself a glass. Have you any ice?

Councilor Medarda: Yes...?

Chancellor Silco: Fetch a cube. Pop it into your mouth.

Councilor Medarda: Why?

Chancellor Silco: Indulge me.

Councilor Medarda: ...

Chancellor Silco: How is the ice against your tongue?

Councilor Medarda: Heavy.

Chancellor Silco: Good. Keep it in your mouth.

Councilor Medarda: Mph!

Chancellor Silco: Does the cold burn?

Councilor Medarda: A—a little.

Chancellor Silco: Take the ice out. How's it doing?

Councilor Medarda: Melting.

Chancellor Silco: Wrap your lips around it. Suck.

Councilor Medarda: Mnnn...

Chancellor Silco: That's good. Now dance it down your chin. Let it trace the curve of that swan’s neck.

Councilor Medarda: Oh…

Chancellor Silco: Run it along your collarbone. Let it dip into the hollow of your throat. Feel the chill of the water. The sting of the cold. Remember where my hands have touched you. What they did. How they felt. Let the ice do the same. Savor how it burns. You're burning too, aren't you, petal? I can hear your breathing break. How much heat do you have to share?

Councilor Medarda: More. I've so much more.

Chancellor Silco: Not all at once, I think. You're a woman who can endure a slow torment. Who needs it. Who always craves more.

Councilor Medarda: Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Take the ice. Move it down. Slowly. Feel it against those perfect breasts. Let it tease a nipple. Let the chill make it stiffen. Trace it in slow circles. Back and forth. Get them puckered tight as if they're begging for my mouth.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Sensitive, aren't they? You don't know how they'll be worshipped when we next meet. I'll spend hours lavishing them. Hours. Would you like that, Mel? Nothing but your sweet skin beneath my tongue. My teeth, too. You liked that last time, didn't you? And when I bit down, and sucked, how you shuddered.

Councilor Medarda: Don't...

Chancellor Silco: You don't enjoy it when I bite?

Councilor Medarda: Ye-es.

Chancellor Silco: Good. I enjoy your pretty little sounds when I'm tasting you.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: Hmm. Just like that.

Councilor Medarda: I hoped you'd warm me. Not... not this.

Chancellor Silco: Then we're of the same mind. But for now, we only have this. The ice. Our game. You understand? I want you to feel. Not think. Feel. Let the cold be me. My lips. My tongue. My teeth. You'll get the real deal soon enough.

Councilor Medarda: You swear to that?

Chancellor Silco: Upon my word as a Zaunite. For now, I want you to run the ice along your belly. Into your tender little navel. Let it sit a moment. Let it make you shiver. Let it remind you of all the other things we've done. The ways I've touched you.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, it f-f-feels strange.

Chancellor Silco: You've never tried this on yourself before?

Councilor Medarda: I'm not that adventurous.

Chancellor Silco: You are tonight. Keep going.

Councilor Medarda: Mnn...

Chancellor Silco: Run the ice on the inside of each thigh. Up and down. Feel the burn. The heat. The wetness. Remember how my hands felt there. My tongue. Remember how I sank to my knees for you. My teeth raking across that beautiful belly. My mouth in the softness and curls below. You smell divine. Has anyone ever told you that?

Councilor Medarda: You've yet to tell me anything about that night. Your thoughts. Your feelings.

Chancellor Silco: A grievous oversight.

Councilor Medarda: You sound... breathless.

Chancellor Silco: My bath grows cold while I listen to you. But I won't rush this.

Councilor Medarda: Why not?

Chancellor Silco: Because I love the sounds you make.

Councilor Medarda: I'd love yours, too, if you made more.

Chancellor Silco: And here I've been talking enough for two.

Councilor Medarda: I meant for things other than talking.

Chancellor Silco: You want a warming or a whipping, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: Both.

Chancellor Silco: Greedy thing. The ice... does it ache yet? Is it melting? Is your sweet cunt throbbing?

Councilor Medarda: Ye-es.

Chancellor Silco: Then use it before it’s gone.

Councilor Medarda: What—?

Chancellor Silco: Slide it between your legs.

Councilor Medarda: N-No!

Chancellor Silco: Why not?

Councilor Medarda: It's—it's too cold.

Chancellor Silco: That's what I'm here for. To warm you.

Councilor Medarda: Silco....

Chancellor Silco: You mustn't keep me waiting, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: You're t-t-terrible.

Chancellor Silco: Do as I say. Slowly. Feel the cold. And know it's only a substitute. A reminder of what's to come. When you see me again, the next time I touch you, there will be no games. No distance. Just us. Just my mouth, and my fingers, and my cock. And you'll want it so badly, it will be agony. I'll make you ache, petal. And then, I'll give you everything you deserve. Do you want that, Mel? Tell me.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, yes. I want it. I want you.

Chancellor Silco: Then stop fighting, treasure. Open your legs. Open them wide. Down the ice goes.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhhhh.

Chancellor Silco: How's that feel?

Councilor Medarda: Cold, cold, cold.

Chancellor Silco: Imagine that it's me. Warming you up. Nuzzling into that pretty little mound. Running my tongue over those soft sweet lips. Back and forth, back and forth. Letting the chill numb the pain, while the heat builds inside. Then I'll go deeper. Spread you open. Drink from you. How would you like that?

Councilor Medarda: Yes. Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Are your legs shaking, petal?

Councilor Medarda: Yessss...

Chancellor Silco: Too cold? Shall we heat things up?

Councilor Medarda: Please—!

Chancellor Silco: No fear. You're warmer than ice. Hell's teeth, you're a furnace. Burning up with bliss. I haven't forgotten. How could I, when the image of your perfect cunt is branded into my mind? When I close my eyes, it's all I can see. Those tender lips. That sweet pink clit. How you drip for me. All the ways you taste. Like salted caramel and sherry. You've no idea how badly I want another taste.

Councilor Medarda: S-S-Silco....

Chancellor Silco: When we meet again, I'm going to eat you up, petal. You'll be in my bed, spread out like a gourmet meal. And I'll be a starving man. I'll take my fill. You'll give me every last drop. You'll beg me to lap you up. Then you'll scream for me, Mel. Just like in the tunnel. You remember, don't you? How you begged for more. How you pulled my hair. Clenched your thighs around my head and ground into my face. It was divine. And it will be again. Won't it?

Councilor Medarda: Pleasepleaseplease...

Chancellor Silco: Ice doesn't listen to pleas. Neither do I.

Councilor Medarda: I can't take it!

Chancellor Silco: You'll bloody well take everything I give you.

Councilor Medarda: Ich bitte dich...

Chancellor Silco: That's more like it. There’s that Noxian fire coming to the surface. I won't have you holding anything back. Give it all to me, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: Mein Gott. Bitte... ich bitte dich. Bitte...

Chancellor Silco: You're getting close, aren't you? Is your sweet cunt throbbing? Are you dripping for me?

Councilor Medarda: Ja. Bitte. Ich bin so nah.

Chancellor Silco: Say the words.

Councilor Medarda: I'm close. I'm so close. I need it.

Chancellor Silco: Not that. The other word.

Councilor Medarda: You don't mean...?

Chancellor Silco: Don't tell me you're shy?

Councilor Medarda: It's too vulgar.

Chancellor Silco: Therein lies the joy.

Councilor Medarda: If someone found these tapes....

Chancellor Silco: How could they? Not with the encryption. Unless we wanted them to. Unless you'd enjoy having a few Council members listen in. Is that what you'd like, Councilor Medarda? For all of Topside to hear how filthy their golden dove can be? How she begs a born sumpraker like a slut in heat? How she creams herself when he puts her in her place?

Councilor Medarda: God damn you.

Chancellor Silco: It'd be an exhibition for the ages. So say it. Say the word.

Councilor Medarda: No!

Chancellor Silco: Say it. Or we play no more.

Councilor Medarda: This was not what I called you for!

Chancellor Silco: What did you call me for, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: For comfort. For warmth. Not this.

Chancellor Silco: This?

Councilor Medarda: This... cruelty.

Chancellor Silco: Shouldn't I be cruel? After the way your city treated mine?

Councilor Medarda: Silco. Don't do this.

Chancellor Silco: If not cruelty, then what, Mel? What do you crave? What would satisfy you? Tell me. Say the words. And I'll give it to you. Whatever you want.

Councilor Medarda: Please, I...

Chancellor Silco: Sssh. Hush, now. It's all right, Mel. We'll stop. Just say the word, and we'll stop.

Councilor Medarda: No-o...

Chancellor Silco: Of course not, petal. How could I? When you sound like that. When you beg like that. You're close, aren't you? So achingly close. It's unbearable. And I wouldn't dream of depriving you. Just say you need me. Say your little cunt is dripping for my cock. That your pretty thighs are spread. Your perfect skin shining with sweat. Say you're ready. So ready. And then I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything.

Councilor Medarda: Yes. Gods. Yes.

Chancellor Silco: How often has a man heard you whisper "cunt?" Go on. Say it.

Councilor Medarda: …my cunt...

Chancellor Silco: Keep going.

Councilor Medarda: My cunt is weeping for you, Silco. I can't stand it. Please. Bitte. I need it. I need you.

Chancellor Silco: That's good. Keep begging. Let the whole damn city hear you. Who cares? What have you got to hide? Nothing. You're sublime, petal. You're a work of art. The sweetest fucking masterpiece in Topside. And you're mine.

Councilor Medarda: Yours. Yes. Yours.

Chancellor Silco: And is your dripping, gorgeous cunt ready to be filled up?

Councilor Medarda: Gods, yes—!

Chancellor Silco: How's the ice?

Councilor Medarda: It's...

Chancellor Silco: Nearly gone?

Councilor Medarda: And it's not—not—

Chancellor Silco: Not enough?

Councilor Medarda: It's not your tongue. Or your hands. Or your—

Chancellor Silco: Say the word.

Councilor Medarda: It's not your cock.

Chancellor Silco: And does your wet little cunt need that?

Councilor Medarda: Yessss.

Chancellor Silco: Are you begging now, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: I am. Please. I'll go crazy if you don't touch me.

Chancellor Silco: What’s a girl got to do to earn a fuck around here, hm?

Councilor Medarda: Don't call me a girl.

Chancellor Silco: Fruit of the forbidden tree, then.

Councilor Medarda: Sweet, ripe fruit. And it's going to waste.

Chancellor Silco: Not if I spend it in one place. Okay, petal. Take the ice. Slide it in a little deeper. A little higher. Let it kiss your clit.

Councilor Medarda: Aahh, gods!

Chancellor Silco: Rub the ice over that precious bud. Back and forth.

Councilor Medarda: I'm too sensitive. I can’t—

Chancellor Silco: Trace around it. Gently. Up and down.

Councilor Medarda: Mmmhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Run the ice in circles 'round that little nub.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, sweet Janna. It feels—

Chancellor Silco: Feels what?

Councilor Medarda: It feels good.

Chancellor Silco: Hmmm. Let it feel good.

Councilor Medarda: Please, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: You want more?

Councilor Medarda: You.

Chancellor Silco: You've already got me. Willing and able.

Councilor Medarda: What…?

Chancellor Silco: My cock is ready for you, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, Gods. Were you—?

Chancellor Silco: Guilty as charged.

Councilor Medarda: This whole time...?

Chancellor Silco: It would've been a waste to stop, considering it's why I was in the bath in the first place.

Councilor Medarda: Sweet Janna.

Chancellor Silco: Do I even have to ask how wet you are?

Councilor Medarda: No. Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Let me in, then.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, oh, oh...

Chancellor Silco: Trace a finger along that soft little mouth of yours. And I don't mean the one on your face.

Councilor Medarda: Ahhh.

Chancellor Silco: That's right. Feel those pretty pouting lips.

Councilor Medarda: I'm going insane, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: So am I. By Kindred, you've no idea how much I want you. I'm rock hard. Aching for you. My fingers are cramped from stroking myself all the while. Think you can take all of me at once? Even if it hurts? Because I'm dying to split you in two, Mel. To fill you up until there's nothing left. No empty spaces. Until you forget your name. Your title. Your family. Until you don't know anything but the feel of me. Would you like that, treasure? Is that what you need?

Councilor Medarda: Ja. Bitte.

Chancellor Silco: Ssh. Don't cry, petal. There's no reason for tears. Not now.

Councilor Medarda: It's too much.

Chancellor Silco: Then it's time for me to take the reins. Let's finish this.

Councilor Medarda: Yes. Please. Finish me.

Chancellor Silco: All in good time. Take what's left of the ice. Push it in. Use in two fingers.

Councilor Medarda: Three.

Chancellor Silco: Like a tight fit, do we?

Councilor Medarda: You felt—bigger than this.

Chancellor Silco: You coy little flatterer.

Councilor Medarda: It burns. Oh, gods—!

Chancellor Silco: You can't handle a little fire, Mel? A little hurt? What do you need, then? To be wrapped in cotton wool? Swaddled in silk? To have the world fawn and fall at your feet? Is that what you expect? Poor lamb. That's not how things are.

Councilor Medarda: You—you promised no cruelty.

Chancellor Silco: I'm not cruel. I'm honest. And the honest truth is that the world will hurt you. I'll hurt you. But it won't always be painful. By the end, it will be glorious. You'll ache in the best possible way. You'll be remade. And no one will be able to hurt you again. I swear it.

Councilor Medarda: Please...

Chancellor Silco: Sssh. No more games. Use your fingers, Mel. All three. Push 'em in deep. Feel how soft and hot and tight you are. Now imagine my cock in their place. Splitting you open inch by inch. Stretching that perfect little cunt. I've never met one quite so greedy as yours. I think you'd devour me if I gave you the chance.

Councilor Medarda: Please, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: Now push. Hard.

Councilor Medarda: God-d-ds.

Chancellor Silco: Find that sweet spot. That one that makes you moan and beg and cry out my name. Curl your fingers. The way I know you do when you’re alone.

Councilor Medarda: I, I think...

Chancellor Silco: Think what?

Councilor Medarda: Found it.

Chancellor Silco: A treasure hunt, is it? Well done. Now rub that spot, darling. Rub it nice and slow.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Now go faster.

Councilor Medarda: I-I...

Chancellor Silco: Picture my cock. Slidin' in. Deep as it'll go. Filling you up. Stuffing you full. How'd it feel that night, Mel? To have all that inside you? Did it hurt that time? Because you're so small. So delicate. And my cock's not a gentle thing. But you took it. You took it so well. You clenched your beautiful legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. Begged me for more. I tried to be gentle with you, I swear. But you wouldn't have it. You needed me hard. You needed me rough. Didn't you, Mel? My sweet little whore?

Councilor Medarda: ... Silco....

Chancellor Silco: Go fast, now. Fuck yourself. Make it hurt.

Councilor Medarda: More. Oh. More.

Chancellor Silco: I'll give you more, Mel. So much more. You've got the ice. You've got your fingers. You've got my voice. Now use all three. Imagine. My weight on you. My fists in your hair. My teeth on your neck.

Councilor Medarda: Yesss.

Chancellor Silco: And then I'll take one of those pretty tits. And bite down. Hard.

Councilor Medarda: Please.

Chancellor Silco: Take those nipples between my teeth. And suck, and suck, and suck, until you're clenching so tight around my cock. Until you're halfway to madness. Then I'll grab your hips. And sink into you. As hard as I can. As hard as you can take it. And then some. And you'll love every minute of it. Won't you, petal?

Councilor Medarda: I'm, I'm, I'm...

Chancellor Silco: Then I'd turn you around. Get the lay of the land. Dig my fingers into that sweet arse. Spread you wide open. And I'd fuck you from behind. Like the bitch in heat you are. Make you scream my name, Mel. Make you sob and sob and sob, until the only word on your lips is my name. And the only thing on your mind is me. Me. Mine.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods....

Chancellor Silco: I'll watch as my cock fucks into you. Again and again. Watch that perfect cunt swallow every inch. I'll fll you until you're never empty again. I'll keep filling you until you come.

Councilor Medarda: Silco—oh Janna—I-I'm—

Chancellor Silco: Every single inch of me. You'd take all of me, wouldn't you?

Councilor Medarda: Gods, yes.

Chancellor Silco: Let go, petal. Come on. Let it go. Come for me, Mel. Come for me. Now.

Councilor Medarda: Silco. Oh gods. Silco.

Chancellor Silco: Louder. Let the whole blasted city hear you.

Councilor Medarda: Gods. Gods. Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Let me hear it, Mel. Give me everything.

Councilor Medarda: Oh—!

Chancellor Silco: Fuck.

Councilor Medarda: ...Silco…

Chancellor Silco: Sssh. Breathe, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: …Can't…

Chancellor Silco: Breathe. In, and out. Deep as you can. That's good.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Mel?

Councilor Medarda: Mmm?

Chancellor Silco: How'd we fare?

Councilor Medarda: I…I can't see.

Chancellor Silco: Gone blind, have we?

Councilor Medarda: I meant you.

Chancellor Silco: Still on the line, petal.

Councilor Medarda: Did you...?

Chancellor Silco: What can I say? The duet was inspiring.

Councilor Medarda: Duet, was it?

Chancellor Silco: That, and the fact that you said "Cock," and "cunt," and, most importantly, "Silco" in tones I've never heard. It was enough to send a man over the edge.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, you are intractable.

Chancellor Silco: How's your wrist?

Councilor Medarda: Sore.

Chancellor Silco: Good. Once it's better, we'll see about a different sort of sore.

Councilor Medarda: My sheets are a mess…

Chancellor Silco: A job well-done.

Councilor Medarda: I'll have to change them before the servants do.

Chancellor Silco: Ah, to have servants. Every mess mopped up. Every mistake swept away.

Councilor Medarda: There were no mistakes tonight. Only indulgences.

Chancellor Silco: And they're rarer than most.

Councilor Medarda: Rare enough to trigger a regression?

Chancellor Silco: I don't quite follow?

Councilor Medarda: You sound different when you're... when we're... like that. More—

Chancellor Silco: Uncouth, I'd wager

Councilor Medarda: —Honest.

Chancellor Silco: If you'd known, you would've taken advantage sooner, eh?

Councilor Medarda: Just... the way you sound. It's warmer. More human.

Chancellor Silco: You're waxing poetic now.

Councilor Medarda: Do not dismiss it. Your voice is a honed weapon, and you know how to wield it. But here? Between the two of us? There's a tenderness that is rarely present. I could swear I'm with a different man.

Chancellor Silco: Would you prefer a different man?

Councilor Medarda: I'm quite satisfied with the one on the line. Even if he is an elusive trickster.

Chancellor Silco: From Piltover's Golden Fox, that's quite a compliment.

Councilor Medarda: Is there no honesty you esteem, Silco? Nothing that isn't a game?

Chancellor Silco: Games are more fun.

Councilor Medarda: This wasn't a game.

Chancellor Silco: An indulgence, rather. But are you sated, Councilor? May this waterlogged prune retire for the night?

Councilor Medarda: Yes, though "prune" is hardly how I picture you. Water seems your natural element. You bask in the sunlit shallows. But you truly thrive in the deep, where no one can see you. That's where you're strongest.

Chancellor Silco: And yet what sea does not kiss the shore?

Councilor Medarda: Will you?

Chancellor Silco: Will I what?

Councilor Medarda: Kiss me.

Chancellor Silco: On the lips or elsewhere?

Councilor Medarda: Surprise me.

Chancellor Silco: Hmmm. We do love surprises, between us, don't we? Very well. I promise you this. When you next descend belowground, the darkness will cover you. But so will I.

Councilor Medarda: I'll look forward to it. Silco?

Chancellor Silco: Yes, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: What do we say now?

Chancellor Silco: What we've always said. The same as the first time we said it.

Councilor Medarda: Until next time.

Chancellor Silco: And many times after.

Councilor Medarda: Vielen Dank für alles.

Chancellor Silco: Das war nix.

[END MEMORANDUM]

#arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane mel #mel medarda #silco x reader #melco #silco x mel

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udaberriwrites · 1 year

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36 for JayVik!

One kiss to give up control, coming up! And boy, were these two chatty 😅

"When was the last time you slept?"

Jayce abruptly came out of his reverie, looking up and immediately hitting his head on one of the shelves of their new, but still unfamiliar, study. He groaned, rubbing at the offending spot and glaring at his partner.

"You have absolutely no grounds to ask me that."

Viktor rolled his eyes and walked into the room. He was leaning on his cane slightly more than usual, and Jayce couldn't stop himself from glancing down with worry. Viktor clicked his fingers. "My eyes are up here."

Jayce winced, but Viktor waved away his apology before he could give it. "You haven't answered my question."

"I can't," Jayce said, looking down to the schematics on the desk. "Progress Day is next month. Councilor Medarda—"

"Wouldn't want to lose her golden goose because he burnt out. Go home. Rest."

"I must look awful if you are telling me to rest," he chuckled without humor.

Viktor came closer, resting his hip against the desk and rubbing at his leg. "What's the issue? The real one, this time."

"...It's been a year. Since the trial. It's been a year, today." Jayce closed his eyes, shuddering as he remembered his helplessness as he stood before the Council, his mother's dismissal of his work, Heimerdinger's doubts. He never wanted to feel like that again.

"You can't control everything in your life. It'll drive you mad."

"I don't know how to stop."

Viktor sighed. Slowly, giving him time to pull away, he cupped Jayce's chin. Jayce felt his breath catch in his lungs.

"Let me try something?"

"...Yes."

Viktor straddled his lap, pinning his hands down to his sides. Involuntarily, his arms flexed. He knew that his partner wasn't strong enough to keep him there; but the look in his caramel eyes froze Jayce in place.

This was helplessness, yes, but there was a thrill of pleasure coursing through his body that made it irresistibly sweet. Viktor's hands moved up, brushing against his stubble, threading through his hair until they found purchase there.

Viktor leaned down but stopped there, just an inch away from his lips. Jayce felt his muscles tense and a growl of frustration built in his throat. Viktor lifted an eyebrow, unmoved and unrelenting, making it a battle of wills.

The realization made the fight go out of Jayce. He relaxed, resting his head back against the chair. Only then did Viktor finally sweep down to kiss him. It was a strong, dominating kiss. It was the part of himself that he rarely let others see, the bit of his soul that didn't yield and didn't doubt.

The one who had believed in Jayce, even when no one else had. The one that would never allow their dream to fail. He moaned, falling into Viktor's rhythm and returning the kiss until they had to part for air.

"Give me control, Jayce," Viktor purred, coming down for another kiss. "Let go, just for tonight."

Jayce groaned and eagerly surrendered.

#arcane fic #jayce arcane #viktor arcane #jayce x viktor #jayvik #prompt fic

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sevikasupremacy · 2 years

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I would love to see a sfw ff about when Sevika and the others cry and the reader comforts them! If you want to ofc! :)

I hope it’s okay with you if I do headcanons instead since there are many characters here! ☺️

~ Comforting Them When They Cry ~

Angst

Grayson, Vi, Mel, Caitlyn, Sevika

Grayson

➼ As an enforcer, it was Grayson’s responsibility to protect the city… Which can sometimes be challenging for this woman. The pressure from the councilors weren’t making things any better too. Sometimes they just ask for too much.

➼ Every night when Grayson comes home, she always had the same blank expression on her face. She looked… exhausted. But whenever you asked her what was wrong, she would always give you a gentle smile, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

➼ But one night, while you were peacefully sleeping alone in your shared bed, you heard sniffling coming from the older woman as she walked over to you. You immediately sat up and turned on the lamp, getting a good look at your wife. Her tear-stained face made your heart drop.

➼ The moment Grayson laid eyes on you, she broke down, immediately burrow her face into your chest as she let all her emotions out. Her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, refusing to let you go.

➼ After a few minutes, both of you were laying on the bed together, your head on her chest as you listened to all her rants. As she tries to fall asleep, you would hum a lullaby for her, your hand tenderly caressing her face.

➼ “I really tried my best… I just want to at least have some time for myself… Don’t get me wrong, I want to protect our city… and be a good Sheriff… But sometimes it’s too overbearing…”

➼ Losing a loved one is the most tragic thing someone could go through. Especially for Vi. Not only did she lose Vander, she lost her friends too. And Powder..? Well we all know what happened to her.

➼ Spending years in prison only made it worse. No one was there to love her, comfort her, or even care for her. It was just her… alone in a concrete cell.

➼ When she was finally free and was able to return home, the uneasy feelings were still there. Even when you showed up. She was terrified that she would lose you too. Which explains why sometimes she could be overprotective with you.

➼ In the middle of the night, you woke up to the sound of sniffles and whimpers. You forced your eyes open, noticing Vi laying on your chest as she cried. Tear stains were visible on your clothes but you weren’t bothered by it.

➼ You caressed the back of her head, telling her to calm down. It didn’t surprised you though since this happened almost occasionally. But you were never annoyed by it. You fully understand your girlfriend’s feeling. After a while she would craned her head up to look at you with those puppy eyes. You smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead as you let her sleep on your chest for the rest of the night.

➼ “I’m sorry it’s just… I really love you Y/N… I don’t want to lose you too… I still get nightmares about them… so please… don’t leave me….”

Mel

➼ As her girlfriend, you always knew about Mel’s relationship with her mother. How she felt like an outcast among her family. Not gonna lie, you never met Mrs. Medarda before but the way Mel speaks about her made you shiver.

➼ But once Elora informed you and Mel about Mrs. Medarda’s visit, you knew it was going to worst day ever.

➼ You followed Mel into her bedroom, telling her that it was okay and everything was going to be fine. She didn’t listen. Instead, she started to rant, letting out all her emotions to you. The moment tears started to roll down her cheeks, you immediately hold her in your arms.

➼ It’s as if the moment she felt your pair of arms, she started calm down, her breathing slowed down. After a while she would nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping around your waist.

➼ You would later princess carry her to the bed, setting her down on the soft mattress. As she closed her eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, you’ll pepper her face with soft kisses, whispering praises to her.

➼ “Please Y/N… You know how my mother’s like. I’m not ready… I… don’t want to see her… Stay with me? Please? If you are there with me I will be okay…”

Caitlyn

➼ Being a councilor’s daughter doesn’t mean everything will be perfect. At least Caitlyn was certain of that. Not gonna lie, even her job was difficult sometimes. Some people just believes that she was able to become an enforcer because of her family’s status. But you never had that thought.

➼ Everyone knew you and Caitlyn were lovers. You always got her back, ready to help her cross any obstacles. But handling a job like being an enforcer can be overwhelming for Caitlyn sometimes.

➼ One night, you were walking down the hallway to head to Caitlyn’s bedroom when you heard gasps and sniffles. You immediately barged in, seeing your lover sitting on the floor, hugging her knees. She looked up at you with swollen eyes.

➼ You immediately cupped her face, pulling her in for a kiss as you tried to calm her down. Luckily, it worked. After a minute of silence, she started explaining how some other enforcers would say that she wasn’t capable of handling this type of job and that she should just quit and be a councilor instead. She would complain, saying how hard she tried but no one ever acknowledges it.

➼ You nodded, understanding every word that was coming out of her mouth. You hugged her tightly, reassuring her that you believed in her and that she would become a great enforcer one day. After hours of kissing and comforting the sad woman, the both of you eventually laid on the bed together, staring at the ceiling as you shared late night thoughts together.

➼ “Why am I always treated like this..? They don’t believe in me Y/N… they’ll never will. I should just be a councilor, just like my mother… Why won’t they just leave me alone…”

Sevika

➼ Dating the scary lady of Zaun was like the best thing you could’ve ask for. But seeing her overwork herself with Silco and Jinx by her side, ready to add even more stress? You couldn’t bare to watch her come home exhausted and frustrated all the time.

➼ But whenever you showed any signs of concern to her, she always cut you off, saying that she was fine. No matter how exhausted she was, she would always say that it wasn’t a big deal and that she had been handling this kind of work for a long very time already.

➼ Well not when she came home unusually late one night. Sevika decided to sit alone in the living room, painful cries could be heard from the older woman. After a while, she looked up to see you standing in front of her. She quickly wiped her tears away, clearing her throat as she told you to go back to sleep. But you didn’t listen.

➼ You straddled her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck as you hugged her tightly. This made Sevika froze like a statue before bawling her eyes out again, wrapping her strong arms around your waist. She would bury her face into your shoulder as you rubbed her back soothingly.

➼ After hours of comforting the exhausted woman, the both of you eventually fell asleep on the couch together… with her spooning you.

➼ “Fine I’m not okay. I’m really not okay… I’m so exhausted… Why can’t anyone see that..? But at least you are here… God what would I do without you..?”

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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Ambessa x Fem!Reader - Treasured

A/N: So I. Think Ambessa deserved a little something. Councilor!Reader meets Warlord amirite? I read a headcanon somewhere of the reader being Mel's bestie and ran with it. Minors DNI

Word Count: 5k AO3 link

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You had expected, like Jayce, to have an encounter with Ambessa after she requested your audience. She was apparently targeting people important in Mel’s life, and you were her best friend. However, when you did meet Mel’s mother you were completely unprepared.

“Why are you crying, child?” Her voice cut through the soft buzzing firelights around you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and you turned, surprised anyone knew of this place. You’d first found the remote balcony once after getting lost in the halls of the council building. But that had been long ago. Now, it was your only place of perfect solitude…until now.

You’d heard from Jayce she was unique in stature. You realized now he had been putting it lightly. From your seat on the floor you could hardly see her face. Her Noxian attire was breathtaking, showcasing dark, scarred arms bigger than your entire waist. She towered over you, and it was hard to believe she was Mel’s mother. How were they even remotely related? Sure, Mel was on the taller side and had several inches on you, but Ambessa had to have over a foot…and that was being generous to yourself. You swallowed, rushing to stand and wipe the tears from your eyes.

Did she not know who you were yet? You hoped so, or the shame it would bring to your family would never disappear. Being a councilor came with a duty, and you had been taught since you were young that suppression was better than expression. Any deviation from your usual soft, welcoming demeanor was frowned upon by your parents, and you certainly weren’t going to slip up before the leader of Noxus.

“Ah, pardon me.” You smoothed down your dress, avoiding her question and gathering your emotions in a single breath. Focus, keep up a good image. “This is quite a remote area in the building to come by…” You tilted your neck back to offer a kind smile, trying to appear as warm-hearted as you always were.

“Have you perhaps taken a wrong turn? Would you like me to help escort you back?” Ambessa raised an eyebrow, noticing your refusal to answer. Of course, you couldn’t outwit the warlord so easily, so you were grateful when she let it go and merely stepped around you.

Ambessa took a deep breath of the crisp night air, eyes focused towards the city below. You preferred to sit and look through the bars of the balcony, and sometimes even dangled your legs over the edge. Yet as Ambessa placed her hands on the railing, standing tall to take a gander down at the citizens below, you held your breath.

She looks perfect like that. As if she's meant to rule over Piltover as well. Or perhaps she is simply the type to ooze superiority over everything she does? In mere standing, talking, I assume even in bed…wait, is she speaking to me?

Surely enough, when you looked up from raking your eyes over Ambessa’s expansive back and arms, you realized she was looking at you. Oh God. Her eyes narrowed mischievously, and it was clear she had been waiting on your response for a good second or two, coyly smiling as she spoke.

“Shall I repeat myself?” The question was synonymous with the unspoken one–are you done–and you blushed, nodding as you cleared your throat.

“Um, yes please. You were saying, Lady Medarda?” She paused, regarding you.

“You know who I am?” Drat. You swallowed.

“Yes. Er, your attire is quite unique…” Ambessa nodded.

“It is. Nothing like the muted colors of this city. Really…” She frowned, turning back to look at the city below, “is everything about this land made of nothing but plush hopes and dreams?” Oh. You took in her words and her tone. Clearly, the warlord was troubled, and looking back…she'd never answered your question either.

To move in Ambessa’s presence was to have every action examined under her precise gaze. She did not face you, yet you knew she was aware. Each step towards her was a gamble, and your heart pounded as you drew close. Finally, you stood beside her to look onto the city’s lights below, voice a gracious murmur.

“It is a strength to hope, Lady. Without it, we fall into despair.” You knew her eyes were on you, but you merely looked down at your hands, a hint of a smile on your face.

“Neither hope nor doubt are necessarily wrong. Both are valid in their own right–but to never try is to always fail–is it not?” You turned, meek eyes catching her gaze. Mel always said you knew how to shape yourself before others, and this was no exception. Ambessa didn’t need an aggressive refusal of her advice, even if you disagreed with it.

She hadn't wandered the council building in search of solitude for that.

To think I would relate to a warlord of all people Her gray eyes studied yours, looking for some kind of hidden motive. To her satisfaction, she found none.

“Piltover is not Noxus, I’m sure you have heard this before. No land is the same simply because it is land…and in a similar way, no person is the same simply because they share the same blood.” That had been a bit much. You glanced into her eyes, and she only nodded for you to continue.

“I believe…while your duties as a ruler are very, very important…” Now was the time to be incredibly gentle in your suggestion, softly speaking into the night air. “To simply spend time understanding who your daughter has become in your absence, would also be beneficial.”

Silence fell over you two, and it was excruciating.

I shouldn’t have said a word. Perhaps it was because you hoped to help Mel that you spoke on her behalf, or perhaps you simply wanted to divert Ambessa’s attention from your earlier tears. Whichever it was, it resulted in you nervously standing as Ambessa mulled over your words. Will she kill me for my insolence? Surely she could–

“Relax, you have not said anything I take offense to.” You almost breathed out in relief before you realized what she said, holding it in to look up in surprise.

“P-pardon–”

“You’re so stiff you’ve become a statue. Noxus may not function on discrete politics as Piltover seems so irritably built upon, but…” Ambessa shifted to face you better. Had she gotten closer? You couldn’t tell if she had, or if her size took up more room than you were used to. Either way, she easily towered over you as she spoke.

“But I have long since grown used to knowing when someone is afraid of me,” she trailed her gaze over your wide eyes and open, glossy lips, taking in the rouge of your cheeks, “...or when they are intrigued.”

You didn’t know what to say. She was bold, much too blunt for your heart to take. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking away to hastily speak.

“I–I see.” You took a small step back, hands fiddling behind your back. “While it is true I am cautious of you, I hope my demeanor did not offend–”

“It did not.”

“–then that is good. I do hope you will take my words into consideration.” You inclined your head, desperately trying to ignore her amused smile over your flustered response. But to your credit, how were you meant to handle the advances of a literal warlord?

“I shall leave you to your thoughts, Lady Medarda.” You turned to leave, and you got a few steps in before Ambessa called out.

“Until next time, councilor.” A chill ran down your back, settling in the base of your spine. She knew. You shakily inhaled, hands balling into fists as you kept yourself calm.

“Until then.” You resumed your steps and walked back into the building with a panicked heart, hoping to never see her again.

__________

You saw her again not long after that.

The champagne was unpleasant and the music was boring, but suddenly with her appearance, the entire ball shimmered with excellence.

“Piltover truly is disappointing. Even their celebrations are mundane. But I must say…” You had been a wallflower, as per usual. Having a presence was not your thing–that was Mel’s job anyway–and nor were you taught being noticed was good. No, you were trained to wait, observe, and then move accordingly. Some would call you a snake in the grass, and you were fine with that. However, as Ambessa's deep, hypnotizing voice spoke, you couldn't help but feel more like a bunny trapped by a snake. Her gaze focused on you, and you tried not to stiffen.

“They do know how to decorate themselves.”

She stepped in front of you, and it was alarming how easily she took up your line of sight. Suddenly, there was no ball to observe. You couldn’t look around her to see it in the first place. Heavens. You were cornered, and you wondered if anyone could even see you around her body. What a terrifying presence. You couldn’t help but swallow as she reached out, cupping the side of your face in the palm of her hand.

“We meet again. Must we introduce ourselves this time?” There’s no need. Somehow, you could already imagine the kind of person she was, and what she could do to you–

“She’s a councilor. The one I told you to leave alone after your little stunt with Jayce.” Mel appeared to the rescue, putting her hand over Ambessa’s wrist and ripping the woman’s warmth away from your face. You snapped out of your indecent thoughts, blinking as you watched Mel speak.

“Do you plan on using all the people I care about against me?” I can't believe I nearly forgot myself. You took a sip of the bad champagne to hide your embarrassment, and Ambessa grinned down at her daughter.

“Mel, it hurts to know you expect so little of me–” Mel rolled her eyes “–but contrary to your belief, I have business with the councilor that doesn’t relate to our own issues.” Mel only glared at Ambessa harder until you gently touched her arm, smiling as green eyes focused down at you.

“It is alright, really.” Mel’s shoulders bunched up, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with Ambessa. However, your urging stare eventually won over, and she sighed.

“I’ll be near.” With that she walked away, head held high. You watched her go for a moment before you exhaled, eyes trained on the bubbles rising in your glass.

“Lady Medarda, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ambessa hummed. Unlike you, her eyes were focused on your face, catching every fleeting glance you offered her.

“I did not know she owned a jewelry brand. No wonder she wears so much.” You froze, looking up at her in surprise.

“You listened.” Ambessa's lips quirked up, and she shrugged.

“You are very convincing.” You smiled at that, looking back down at your glass.

“Her jewelry is beautiful. I'm wearing some of them now. These earrings are from her spring collection last year–one of my favorites. I helped with some designs, but it was mostly being shoved in the face with drafted plans and asked if I’d wear them or not. In the end it was worth it. The geometric designs she came up with were to die for and–!”

You hadn’t realized you were rambling until you felt your neck hurt a bit. At some point you’d looked back up, and with Ambessa’s encouraging nods you’d kept her gaze as you spoke. Slowly, your usually calculated smile spread into a genuinely wide one, and you’d…relaxed, right in the middle of a place where formalities were necessary. You couldn’t believe yourself, flushing as you looked back down and excused your actions.

“Ah, pardon I–”

“No,” Large fingers firmly held your chin and guided your gaze back up. Ambessa looked down at you with a warm gaze, voice low. “It is lovely to hear you speak. Please, continue.” Ah. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you tried to let out anything to hide it, mustering up a feeble response.

“You are too kind. I speak of nothing substantial. Things you should hear from Mel instead–"

“Then tell me about yourself, y/n. No one else.” Huh? The response startled you, and for good reason. Being the kind of person you were, usually you took information about others in…but the opposite was rarely the case. Now you felt like a fish out of water, unsure how to skillfully reply.

"There's no need. I am not very–"

"Oh, but you are. You speak with such delicate candor, yet your words hold more weight than my own advisor’s. You are a mystery to me, y/n. You stand right before me, and yet…" Ambessa whispered the words right into the space between you two, fingers shifting to delicately brush against your cheekbone. You shivered, not knowing where to look as she continued. "I feel as if you have built a glass wall between us. Tell me dear…why were you crying that night?"

Dear, made your stomach twist almost painfully. You'd never been called that in your life–at least, not in the way Ambessa used it. It was hard to respond with that hand on your cheek, attune to every shudder and faltering breath you took. Your calm exterior was crumbling, and what lay underneath…

Underneath, you loathed, was someone terribly needy, and awfully brittle to the touch.

"Forgive me for appearing this way. I didn't mean to come off as hostile. That night…I was merely tired. Nothing more." You tried to salvage whatever of your facade you had left, but Ambessa wouldn't have it.

"You know that's not what I meant. You helped me, y/n, now let me help you…or are you not used to the favor being returned?" You stiffened underneath her grasp, and that only confirmed her suspicions. To your surprise, the warlord tsked in frustration. Your heart skipped a beat as Ambessa stepped closer, forcing you to fully press your back flush against the wall.

"Have you never been adored before? Comforted?" She was so close, making your head spin and cheeks burn out of your control. Your mouth opened and closed, but no matter how much you wanted to just say yes and stop this before it spiraled beyond your control, you couldn't speak. Not when Ambessa looked at you like that.

Her eyes promised she wanted nothing more than to treat you like a precious gem. To be doted on and be loved. Get it together. You're a councilor for goodness sake. You didn't need that. You didn't want that…

So why was it that when Ambessa spoke, you found yourself nodding into the palm of her hand?

"Then let me show you, dear…what it's like to be treasured."

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You jolted as the bed creaked. You had been sitting on the vast mattress, contemplating all your life choices that led you to this moment. You were about to be intimate with the ruler of a brutal empire. One that ate up weaker countries around it, that offered no mercy to their enemies, that–

“Sweet thing, you're pulling at my heart…” Her voice was a deep, sultry hum. It seemed Ambessa liked to routinely hold your face in her hand, guiding you once again to look her in the eyes. Amusement shined in them. Unabashed lust as well. They mixed together in a mesmerizing way as her eyes raked over you.

“You look terrified I’m going to eat you up.” Yet she likes that? Clearly, from her wolfish grin she did. She leaned down, nose just above your own as she whispered.

“Don’t be so afraid, hm? I promise I’ll go slow…” The way her irises darkened only made the panic in your heart grow. You found yourself shifting your eyes away, unable to keep her gaze. She chuckled, yet that didn’t stop her from finishing her words, “and savor every bite of you…till there’s no part of your body left I haven’t known.”

That had you swallowing, eyes glossing over from just the image alone. Your body tingled all over, thighs discreetly rubbing together. Or at least, you thought it was discreet. Ambessa noticed your little squirming, and more importantly, how even in this moment you managed to suppress yourself.

Poor thing. Ambessa thought as she watched you inwardly struggle. From the moment she’d met you, she thought you were too composed, as if someone had formed you in a factory with a cruel set of limitations. Despite being a councilor, it was like you were a ghost–merely a person reflecting the ideals of those around you. Who you actually were, and what you actually wanted…

Ambessa wanted to know. She wanted to strip you bare of all the useless formalities you had wrapped yourself in. She wanted you disheveled, begging at her feet for her to have her way with you…and inwardly, the warlord cursed. She'd promised to be gentle way too quickly. Just the thought of you on your knees, pleading with her to fuck you senseless was enough to rile her up…but she was not the type to go back on her word. Especially when you fixed her with those wide, innocent doe eyes.

“Take off your clothes, dear.” She muttered the word softly, yet you knew it was a command. You’d dressed up well for the ball, but now you felt as if it had all been for this moment. To have the zipper of the dress be the only sound in the room. To feel the soft silk fall over your shoulders and pool at the base of your hips. To feel her eyes feast over your exposed skin…

“What are you waiting for?” The slight edge in her voice made you jolt. One large digit slipped under the front of your bra, tugging the fabric between your cups. “I told you to take it all off.”

You blushed, unsure how to take the way she was slowly growing more assertive. Something told you this was only the tip of the iceberg with how commanding she could get. Shakily, you obliged, undoing your bra and slipping out of your panties.

"Good…you like doing what I tell you to do, don't you?" H-huh–a shadow fell over you, and the bed dipped under Ambessa's weight. You sank with it as well, swallowing as you looked up into the warlord's eyes. You were a working member of the government, a dignified individual. And yet?

"You want to please me, don't you? Be a good little girl?" Somehow, you were nodding, drunken off of Ambessa's cooing voice.

"Adorable," it was all she said before her large hands moved to dance over your body. You trembled under her touch. It was firm, squeezing your ass and breasts, pushing your back against the bed. She may be gentle with her words but…

Her mouth came next, planting kisses that quickly turned to soft nibbling, and finally to full on bites. The feeling of her teeth grazing your neck, then over the peak of your breasts, down to your sensitive thighs and against the heel of your foot left you shaking all over.

She's not being physically gentle at all. Your whimpers only excited her. Ambessa wanted to hear your panicked, whining voice from the way she held you down. She loved to watch you wiggle in the grasp of her hands, and have each struggle be utterly futile. The woman hadn't done anything else but kiss, fondle, and caress your body–and yet you already felt helpless, lost to the mercy of her hands.

Routinely she murmured questions. Comments. They grew worse and worse over time. Simply asking if you liked it turned into asking what you needed from her. If you wanted her to speak sweet words into your ear. If you wanted her to praise you. If you needed her to whisper:

“You’re so obedient and beautiful, my perfect little doll to do as I please with."

At first the words made you blush and stutter, replying with unnecessary politeness that made the warlord tsk aloud. Then Ambessa took the time to suckle your breasts until they throbbed, biting down at the base of your neck all over again. The ebbing pain was somehow sweet. Somewhat addicting. It fogged your mind and made the wetness between your thighs grow, but still she did not touch you there. Why?

"I ask again." Her hot breath was a command by your ear. It had you shuddering over every syllable she spoke. "What do you need?"

In hopes that this time she would finally pay attention to your aching heat, you buckled.

"Please," Your usually soft, perfectly smooth voice croaked, and you looked up at Ambessa with tear-filled eyes. "Please tell me I've been good…" It was hardly half of what she'd suggested, but she rewarded you for your effort anyway. The praise fell past her lips without shame, and you grew more slick as she made you feel overwhelmingly adored. However, she still didn't touch you there, and you were beginning to find her reluctance to be torturous.

Asking what you needed turned into commenting on how clearly you showed your desperation in the first place. How badly your heat was dripping, soiling the sheets below and getting your thighs all messy. A squeezing grip at your jaw, roughly jerking your face up to hers, had Ambessa doting on your ruined makeup and flushed cheeks. She laughed, noting how much of a pretty little pet you were right now, begging for her to fuck you.

The words should have left you stunned–insulted–and perhaps if it had been an hour ago, it would have. However, now that only made you smile, stomach twisting with glee. Her little pet was a title full of tenderness, and God, did you want Ambessa to be tender with you. You nodded against the tight grip she had on your face, voicing out a whining plea.

"I am. I'm yours, so please, please fu–" She squeezed down hard, effectively shutting you up. You whimpered, and she let out a soothing hush you nearly keeled over.

"I know baby, I know. You want me to fuck you silly? Leave you a mess on the floor? Shall I make sure all of Piltover can hear your crying? You begging my name?"

God yes. You nodded fervently, and she smiled, leaning just to hover over your face.

"Then be a good pet and work for it, darling."

_________

You licked your lips and swallowed fretfully. You were on your hands and knees waiting for her to let you. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy.

"Do you want it?" You nodded, then sucked in a sharp breath when Ambessa's eyes narrowed.

"I-I do! I want to–um–could I…please? M-may I?" You'd never asked for something like this before, voice small and uncertain. She chuckled at your shyness, smiling softly as she curled her fingers inward.

"Look at you…making a mess of what you're trying you say." Your face burned, and Ambessa hummed as she tilted her head. “Come.”

It was a single word. Yet the weight of it made you shiver. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you nodded, crawling between the gap of her thighs. Ambessa's slick folds glistened before you, and the sight was intoxicating. However, you knew come wasn't the same as do, so once you got close enough, you simply sat–eagerly looking up to wait on her command. She cooed at that, reaching out to caress your cheek.

"…Are you going to be good to me?” Your nod had her lips curling into a smirk. She spread her legs wider, and the gentle touch at your cheek turned into a firm grasp at the back of your head. “Then go on, please me.”

You shuddered, biting your bottom lip. It was a task you didn’t know if you could do well, but you were greedy to try. You went to work, pushing your tongue into her heat and dragging it upward. Ambessa hissed above you, and you felt a shiver rock through her body. To hear her thick, rolling moans above and faulty breaths made your stomach twist. You were warm all over, and you wanted more of her sounds to fill the room, pressing your tongue deeper into her heat.

“That’s perfect baby, just like that…” Ambessa’s force on the back of your head increased, guiding you down deeper. You complied, loving the way her hoarse voice sounded calling your name. You worked harder, moving up to wrap your lips around her bud. Ambessa moaned, legs shaking as you continued to pleasure her. You found yourself gripping more and more of her thighs, growing more confident with every sound she released and harsh tug of your hair.

The grip was near painful at one point, and you could hardly breathe–but you didn’t care. All that mattered was to please the powerful woman before you, and as Ambessa finally reached her peak with a rolling groan, you did. You kept going until she rode out her euphoria, and as she loosened her grip you pulled back with a heaving breath, lips slick.

“Did I…was that…” You huffed, looking up at her with hopeful, half lidded eyes. Your immediate need for her praise had the warlord giddy, covering her mouth to hide her crude smile. This was exactly what she’d wanted. You on your knees without a shred of dignity left, desperate for her every fawning word. How beautiful. Ambessa didn’t hold back from rewarding you, sweeping down to lift you up into her lap.

“Ah–!” Her hand didn’t grasp your jaw this time, but rather your neck. A light squeeze was all she needed to feel your pulse quicken, and she smiled. The fear was good, and so was the way you melted under her kiss–letting it steal your breath away. She’d wanted to do this since tears had begun to prick at the corner of your eyes…so, for nearly the entire time, but she’d been patient. Each new thing Ambessa did, she gave as a reward for you giving into your own desires. She wanted to drill it into your brain–that it was okay to be greedy with her, to succumb to your simple wants and needs. She wouldn’t judge you for them, nor make you feel any less.

Rather, she would fulfill them, till you were all but ruined beneath her.

“Mm…you’ve done so well for me. So just lay back now okay?” Ambessa moved to lay you back on the bed, rising to look down at you hungrily.

“Let me take care of you now, darling.”

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She didn’t take care of you as much as decimate you, but in her eyes it was all one and the same.

“Hungh–!” You could only describe what she was doing as consumption. Ambessa had a violent hunger that wouldn’t quell no matter the amount of times she buried the hilt of her strap inside you, or the number of tears you cried. Now the salty droplets fell from your face as she pistoned the toy deeper inside of you, chuckling as she observed your hazy gaze.

“You’ve become quite a dirty little doll, haven’t you?” She didn’t even look tired, thrusting into you with casual precision as if this was a simple walk in the park. You, on the other hand, could hardly think but to nod and snivel as she knocked on your sweet spot over and over again, smiling as you still managed to answer her.

“You like me making a mess out of you? Then tell me.” To ask you to speak in this state was cruel, but you mustered up a breath to try anyway.

“Y-Ye–” She rocked her hips forward, deeper than the last just to watch the words cut short and nothing but a silent gasp escape past your lips. Ambessa’s eyes sparkled devilishly, watching your words unravel into a fractured moan. She tutted, frowning mockingly as she continued thrusting inside of you.

“Can’t even answer me now, can you? How am I ever supposed to know if you like this? Should I just stop?” Of course, she didn’t mean it–with every push sending the base of her strap nestling deeper inside of you, she showed no signs of slowing down–yet you frantically shook your head, reaching down to weakly graze the tips of your fingers against the thick hands digging into your hips.

“N–no. G-oo–” Ambessa couldn’t help it. You were so desperate, and she cooed as she thrust ruthlessly into you once again, watching you cut yourself up off with a heavy sob. She fell into an even faster, more vicious rhythm, abusing your dripping hole with a wicked grin.

“Hm? What’s that baby? You have to speak clearly…” You could only whimper. Each rock of her hips urged a new set of tears from your eyes, and to your horror, Ambessa shifted her position. Before you were completely on your back, but now she lifted your ass up, legs resting over her thighs as she leaned over you. No, wait–!

You cried out as she thrust impossibly deep, hands digging into the mattress on either side of your face. Your vision was a blur until you blinked away the tears in your eyes, taking in the sight before you with a jumbled mind. Beautiful ran as a disorganized mantra in your head, taking in the delicious bounce of her breasts and small droplets of sweat rolling down her thick arms and neck. Her eyes focused on your own bruised lips and tear stained cheeks, drinking in the marks she’d left all over what was hers.

Each thrust rocked through your entire being, and it was so sweet, her mutters that you were–so perfect, so adorable to her, her precious little pet–you nodded eagerly, raising a quivering hand to hold onto one of the wrists by your side.

“I am, I am, I’m–!” You thought you saw white for a moment, crying out in pleasure. You buried your face into her wrist, overwhelmed to the point where it scared you, and the large hand you held moved to cup your wet cheek in its grasp. Your vision was blurring again, this time from exhaustion rather than tears, and as sleep took over you heard a gentle murmur above.

“Aw, immediately passing out? Perhaps I went too far with her…”

#ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa #mel medarda #arcane #arcane x reader #league of legends #arcane headcanon #wlw #lesbian #smut #ambessa medarda

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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A Sisters Love Sequel

You could almost laugh at the enforcers escorting you.

Each cautious of you, even in cuffs.

Some when you were in a cell had even shit talked about you, Silco and Jinx.

That didn't go over well, especially since they had to come into your cell to give you meals.

But now, here you were.

Handcuffed and shackled at the waist, arms and legs as you headed to the top.

You were being sentenced today, by shit for brain councilors, at that.

"Walk." An enforcer ordered, shoving you closer to the middle of the room.

It almost looked like you were on display, displayed as one of the most wanted Undercity residents.

From the whispers that you could hear once they heard your chains clicking, you could tell you had an audience.

The enforcer led you to the middle, standing you still as they tightened your cuffs.

"Don't try to pull anything." The obvious woman under the mask sneered.

"Me? Never." You mused with a smirk, only infuriating the enforcer more.

But they couldn't do shit to you. Not in front of your admires.

It was pitch black in the tower, barely able to see In front of you.

But as a light shone above you, whispers flickered throughout the entire tower.

All you could do was smile at them all, even with their disgusted eyes judging you.

You looked at every councilor, picking each apart until you got to Jayce.

The man just stared at you, but you could see the slight fear and disgust in them.

"Do you know why you are here today?" A sudden voice called out.

It was the councilor Mel Medarda, you'd heard of her from down below.

"Don't you have a list or something?" You shrugged, feeling too tired and annoyed to answer.

"Yes, we do. We just need a verbal answer." Medarda continued, her professionalism almost making you puke.

"Murder, explosives, theft, treason, plotting, other bullshit I can't remember…" you trailed off, almost laughing at the horror on the citizens faces.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself? Or for your companion?" Jayce asked, catching your attention.

You finally got angry, him telling the council Jinx was dead was part of your deal.

The guy seemed to fucking lazy to even hold up his end.

"Jinx is dead." You sneered, hearing the whispers disperse as they listened.

"I'm the one who is on trial, not her." You finished, shrugging off the man's glare.

"Again, do you have anything to say for yourself before you are sentenced?" Council Medarda cut in.

You sighed, not angry or tired, just utterly annoyed at the fucking inconvenience.

"What's the point? I did what I did against your bitch ass city. Get over it."

You heard the gasps at your language at the councilors, but who the hell cares?

You quite actually giggled at the citizens gasps and the arrogant councilors faces.

"Your city is full of assholes who spit on my people for years. I did what I did to fuck over your city for ruining lives, do you expect me to apologize?"

"Watch your mouth!" A councilor man finally stood up, angered at your words as an enforcer held his shoulder.

"Or what? Whatcha gonna do? Bite me?" You teased, laughing at his face.

"Enough!" Jayce exclaimed, seemingly as fed up with this all also.

"You," He turned a pointed look at you, getting a smile in return.

"Are sentenced to Stillwater Prison where you belong, where you will rot for the rest of your life."

Jayce finally finished, waiting for a reaction from you but merely getting a yawn.

Jayce shook his head, looking around as the citizens all looked ready to spit on you.

You simply waved your fingers at them all, holding out your cuffed hands to be dragged away.

You were escorted by more enforcers than before, surrounded as angry citizens tried getting to you.

You laughed at the whole ordeal, waving at them like some sort of celebrity.

Butt, you sorta were right now, weren't you?

Finally you got outside and the fun ended.

"Get in." An enforcer pulled open a car door, another shoving you inside.

You rolled your eyes at them before getting situated yourself.

Other enforcers joined you before the van finally started, looking out the window you could tell you were headed for the shore.

You had to cross with a boat to get to the prison, maybe you can throw an enforcer or two down into the water.

But that thought was quickly put to rest once you heard a deafening boom and the van stop.

Enforcers all looked around confused before another went off, right next to the van.

They all looked at you once you laughed at their horror.

"Never been through this before?" You asked, just as the van's doors were pulled open.

You could see rubble everywhere, fires started and most of all, Sevika was there to pull you out of the van.

"Get your ass out here, Kid." Sevika threw. "Gladly." You smiled, slipping out your handcuffs and ankle shackles.

You'll lazer the others off.

Sevika grabbed your arm and helped you down from the van, just for you to see Silcos goons helping distract enforcers.

Just as you got out the van and far enough away, the enforcers stuck in there were blown to bits.

You watched happily as the van burnt up in flames before you heard a yell.

"(Name)! Did you see that?! I did that?!" You turned around with a smile to see Jinx.

Silco stood there with her, both watching you before Jinx ran.

You followed her lead, meeting her in the middle with a hug as Silco joined.

"Why'd you give yourself up for me?!" Jinx exclaimed, pulling away from the hug to punch your chest with tears welled.

"Cause I knew there would be a plan, plus, your explosives work better than mine."

You laughed, pulling Jinx's hands from punching you as you made her look at you.

"Were you treated well?" Silco finally asked, inspecting you for injuries.

"They were too afraid to do anything." You shrugged, getting a nod from Silco.

You knew he would never do it so you did it yourself.

You hugged the man. Feeling him tense before relaxing, Jinx joined you.

The man stood there with his hands at his sides for a moment.

Then he finally allowed himself to hug his daughters back.

"Come on. No need to linger." Silco finally cleared his throat after a minute.

"Oh! Come on, (Name)! He got new goons we can bother." Jinx excitedly told you as the other goons who dealt with the enforcers began to disperse.

"I just wanna sleep." You complained, being dragged back to the Undercity where you belong.

"Too bad. Well watch the news later."

You did, in fact, watch the news.

It told the terrible story on how enforcers we're killed by Undercity citizens angry at your arrest.

And enforcers and you, were killed in the chaos.

People mourned the enforcers while celebrating your death.

But you weren't really dead, were you?

#arcane x reader #arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #jinx x reader platonic #platonic #silco arcane #arcane silco #silco platonic #arcane sevika #sevika arcane

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steelandscience · 2 years

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Currently thinking about how when Vi and Gang breaks into Jayce’s apartment in Episode 1, they marvel at how expensive everything is and how someone could be born that lucky to have so much stuff. The apartment is set up to seem like it belongs to an incredibly wealthy and eccentric inventor.

And then in Episode 2, it turns out that Jayce is… literally just a college student, and a vaguely struggling one at that, according to his journal notes. Jayce half-jokes with Caitlyn to be careful with the equipment from the Undercity, because it’s “her parents’ money she’s dropping” and not his, and how he still needs a patron in order to study and work at the Academy, because House Talis is essentially a house in name only, and not in money— they’re not even notable enough for Mel and the other Councilors (and heads of Houses) to know without someone reminding them what they do.

And then how in Act 1, Viktor technically has a higher status than Jayce in the Academy (as he was the one who was sent to oversee the explosion). He is technically part of Heimerdinger’s staff, whereas Jayce is a student or researcher that certainly does not seem to have the same relationship with the Dean/Councilor that Viktor does. In that first scene he’s in, both he and Grayson have a significantly higher (power) status than Jayce does. And yet Viktor mentions how he doesn’t have a patron or name like Jayce does, and how he has much grander aspirations for his life, and it takes Mel a moment to recognize him as well in Episode 2.

And then how Mel has such an abundance of wealth compared to all of these other characters, but even still, is (in her mind) the least successful and “poorest” Medarda. She wields the most power by far for a lot of Act 1 and 2, but we see her become quite small as soon as her mother is around.

Just… I really like the parallels as to how every character seems to have something the other doesn’t, even as they are envied. Viktor doesn’t have the status and patronage that Jayce does, Jayce doesn’t have the money and support Cait does, Cait doesn’t have the freedom Vi does, Vi doesn’t have the money that anyone in Piltover does, Mel doesn’t have the success the rest of her family does. But each one of those things that a character DOES have comes with it’s own challenges and drawbacks along with the advantages. Everyone has a bit of a misconception about everyone else’s position, and I really like that.

#not really passing judgement on any of them tbh #i genuinely just think it’s really interesting #the vi to Jayce and Jayce to Cait one is really interesting to me today #this was also really REALLY interesting to me as someone who was watching without knowing anything about league and Piltover and Zaun #I remember in episode 1 I was like DAMN I CANT WAIT TO SEE THIS WEALTHY ECCENTRIC INVENTOR THEYRE STEALING FROM #and then… he was literally a middle class STUDENT who was IN TROUBLE #it’s just… really really cool storytelling #and I think in general— dynamics like these create delicious dramatic irony #sir e speaks #arcane thoughts #arcane meta #arcane analysis #Jayce arcane #Jayce Talis #caitlyn arcane #vi arcane #Mel Medarda #Viktor arcane

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thehistoriangirl · 4 months

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hi!! i love your fics, they make my day 🩷

may i request a mel x reader where reader is an insecure artist?

thank you!

Hello Anon, thank you so much! I'm sorry this one took so long 😭😭 I struggled a little with how to write it, but I hope you enjoy it 🥺

In Seek of Perfection

Mel x gn!Artist! Reader---1.3K----SFW

The floor was covered in half-finished sketches whose edges peeked shadows of charcoal; a lonely lamp filling the studio with a dimmed golden hue.

One of them caught her attention among the dozen paper balls thrown everywhere.

Still, Mel was careful not to disturb the quiet space with the echo of her heels.

“Not hungry yet?” she said, leaning over your shoulder to see a blank page in front of you, your fingers stained with black juggling with a pencil. The bowl of fruits at the other side of the working table the same since the morning. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“No, not hung—” Yet your stomach betrayed you, a growling sound interrupting your sentence.

You sighed. “I just… I haven’t done any work today either. And the exhibit is going to be in six months. I need to submit something.”

Mel let go of your shoulders, and you felt how the weight started pressing down on them again. She walked in front of your desk to grab the stool where a wooden box sat atop, filled with unused pastels.

"You know you'd still have my support even if you don't submit anything to this year's Salon," Mel told you, settling the box aside as she took a seat with her hands crossed over her lap. The Medarda ring shone with a reminder. Your duty. Your role.

The artist, and her, the muse.

“Progress’ restless, just like this city,” you muttered. “You know what happens to those who get left behind.”

You’d seen more than your fair share of colleagues erased from the galleries and classrooms when their patrons moved on to the next shiny thing. Once their mastery had slipped just like the rest of their bright ideas.

Sure, the bonds tangled between you two ran deeper than simple portraits of Councilor Medarda she could hang up in the foyer of her house to show her influence and status in this city that had become her home. Just like it was yours, now.

“Art isn’t business. It shouldn’t be rushed.”

You fidgeted with the edge of your blank canvas, taking the newspaper you had hidden once the headline creating a ball of anxiety and envy to get caught in the middle of your throat.

Yazmine LaGarc opened a solo exhibit in one of Councilor Shoola’s galleries, becoming the hottest artist in Piltover, with her ceramics adorning only the wealthiest of houses. The worst part is that she was your classmate, and now, the one who once was at the top of the class has sunk to the bottom.

From your first masterpiece, you fell into a pool of mediocrity and unfinished jobs that ended up recycled or burned in the hearth, thinking that your attempt was just beginner’s luck, and an artist couldn’t be called so if they only created something fantastic by luck.

Every day you woke up without becoming the new sensation in the art world you felt like failing, with the reminder of your parents telling you to reconsider—that you were still welcomed to their merchant enterprise.

What if you were Mel’s protegee? It was a spot so desired that one day you’d be pushed aside. You weren’t worthy enough of being her favorite painter anymore. Perhaps you never were.

"You gave me an opportunity when purchase my painting at the Academic Salon. It was because of you that my name appeared in the side columns of arts during that weekend." You chuckled, such a bitter sound. "And look what I’ve become.”

Mel hummed, the sound redirecting your gaze toward hers.

“By that standard: Would you say that I’m not an artist just because I can’t paint every day that I’m not an artist?”

You blinked, feeling flustered. “No, of course not! But, well, you have a job… and… well, I don’t.”

"You work part-time at your parents' business," Mel called your name, one of her elbows propelled over the table, elegant fingers resting atop her jawline. “I decided to sponsor you because I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. And you haven’t, but why do I feel like you’ve disappointed yourself?”

Her finger fiddled with the edge of the canvas. “You loved to do this, sitting for hours with that bad posture of yours—what happened, then? Does making not bring you joy anymore?”

Of course, she had noticed about your low productivity for the past weeks, and the lame work you'd produced the months before, results that only started raising questions in sensationalist newspapers about the so-called new art prospect. That your charm had burned out, that for the first time, Mel had committed a mistake by taking you under her patronage.

Day by day, the anger you felt toward the printed words started to drain your creative fuels, the creations bore by spite becoming absent once the disappointment settled in—so deep not even your sadness could evoke inspiration.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” you said, voice trembling. “Maybe my parents were right, and I should’ve taken the reins of the family business.”

Your vision became blurry, hot tears running down your cheeks even as you tried to furiously wipe them away. She didn’t have to see you this way, this small and pathetic.

"Have you ever wanted that?" Mel said, her voice stern. "You can always go back home, and tell them that you've made a mistake. They will take you in, and we both know it. This could end right here, back to all those days you sat on this hard wooden stool trying to create something grandiose. And yet, here you are. You are still trying." She gave you the smallest, most intimate smile. "And that's why you haven't disappointed me, why you shouldn't be disappointed with yourself."

She extended one of her hands, brushing away the tears with her thumbs before offering you one of her handkerchiefs, smelling like orange and lilies and just the faintest essence of the pigments she used to paint with, permeating in the fabric as a ghost.

“Not every painting and drawing you do will sell for millions, nor it will be praised. You can't live constantly gazing upward," Mel said, her eyes dropping to her lap to fidget with the Medarda’s family ring. "Or you'll forget about everything you have now. Everything you can take in to make art as you are right now." She called your name, the name of the self-artist burning the candle every other night to finish assignments, the one who drew and painted until your hands shook with cramps.

"I know I am pushing my hypocrisy here, but you ought to be lenient with yourself, just as you are with everyone else. With me when I must cancel my modeling sessions for my portraits." Slowly, Mel patted your cheek, the tip of your fingers playing with the tip of your ear as she sometimes did when you lay with her on the couch by the fire. “Can you try?”

From your shaking lips unable to pronounce words, you nodded.

She smiled, relieved and proud, as she had always been regarding you. From under her sleeve, Mel took out one of the sketches you discarded earlier, her hands ironing the wrinkles while pressing it atop the blank canvas.

“I like this one,” she said, pointing at a self-portrait reflected on a mirror, showing two images: one the artist, filled with rich details of decorative lines against the simple, weary face of the person reflecting in the mirror. “Art shouldn’t be all about beauty and grandiosity, my dear. Piltover’s too used to perfection, they don’t know what it takes to achieve it. Perhaps you shall show them.”

A small smile tugged the corner of your lips, feeling ashamed Mel had taken the time to observe your discarded ideas.

Mel chuckled, standing up from the seat and offering you a hand. “Well, I’d say dinner must be served already—would you like to accompany me tonight?”

#mel medarda x reader #mel x reader #mel arcane x reader #arcane mel x reader #mel medarda

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argowrites · 4 months

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Change the World, Chapter 29!

Sometimes it was easy to forget Councilor Medarda was not from Piltover, with her white and gold outfits and unimaginable wealth. For a moment, he could imagine the young woman who had first arrived, friendless and perhaps even more ruthless than she was now. He frowned. It was not the same. The taint of the Undercity still clung to him as fiercely as he clung to it.

“Our circumstances are different, councilor,” he said carefully.

“Not forever. Attach yourself to a House and they will forget.”

“If you are offering a patronage—”

“Hardly. But there are those in there who might be interested,” she said, nodding slightly to the party within.

“Doubtful. And I am technically attached to a house. Talis. Unless Jayce has found another business partner.”

Councilor Medarda’s face soured slightly, but only for a moment. Then she gave him one of her foxlike smiles and a small nod. Viktor had had enough of the conversation. He wanted to find Jayce, wanted to leave and rest his back until he felt normal again. He would never be one for high society, not that it mattered.

“I am afraid I must go. The speech will begin soon. I…assume that Jayce will be presenting alone?” she asked innocently.

“Yes, I think so,” Viktor replied with an edge to his voice.

“I will send someone to check on you soon, then. Just…just sit. I am…terribly sorry that you are in such discomfort,” she said, putting a gentle hand on his arm before standing.

“Will you tell Jayce?” he asked, foolish and desperate.

“Jayce?”

“He will be upset. We were going to give the speech together.”

Councilor Medarda paused for a second and, for the first time he saw her mask fall away entirely and something delicate, painful, and understanding cross her face. He didn’t look away. That would have been too obvious. She sighed and nodded once. For a moment, she seemed almost disappointed.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Of course. I would not want him to be upset with me either.”

Act III of my Viktor Quartet Series

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 29/?

Characters: Viktor, Singed, Silco, Jinx, Ekko, Jayce, Mel, Heimerdinger, Caitlyn

Relationships: Jayce/Viktor, Singed & Viktor, Silco & Viktor, Jinx & Viktor, Ekko & Viktor, Jacye&Caitlyn, minor Jayce/Mel

Additional Tags: Angst, Viktor-centric, Author knows a little about League lore, Very Slow Burn

Next time: Viktor and Jayce invent something unrelated to Hextech!

#arcane #fanfic #viktor arcane #jayvik #jayce talis #mel medarda #arcane fanfic

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eddiehere · 1 year

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Mel Medarda x Thief!Reader

Short, they/them pronouns, reader is a thief stealing for their two lil siblings

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You just needed some warm clothes and food, that was it. Your baby sister has a terrible cold, and you don’t know how long it will be until your baby brother catches it, too. You can’t afford the medicine, and you can’t even give them a decent meal right now. (You contemplated on giving them the slop from Jericho’s, but you would never forgive yourself if they got more sick because of it)

Winter in Zaun was harsh, even more now that Silco is in charge. When Vander led Zaun, he always allowed children to stay at the Last Drop. He always had warm drinks, blankets, and a fire ready for any kiddo running from the cold.

Gods, you missed him.

But you can’t dwell on it. Your little ones need something, anything to block out the cold, and you are willing to do anything for it.

‘Even if that means I die today.’

You picked a random house in the higher district. You knew it was most likely a councilor’s house, but it was the only house with a window open, so you decided to take your chances.

You hopped on to the ledge, and quickly maneuvered into the building. You realized you’re in the bathroom, and there is definately someone in the shower.

‘fuckfuckfuckfuck-‘

You quietly ran through the door, and started to search the bedroom. The whole room was basically laced in gold

You picked up anything and everything that looked remotely warm, and stuffed it all into your backpack. You were about to leave until the bathroom door opened.

Here you were, half out the window, staring at a (beautiful) councilor that just has a towel wrapped around her body.

She was actually pretty calm. Wide-eyed at first, but realized the state of everything.

Nothing was ruined, no jewlery gone, and the only thing that looked to be touched was her dresser.

With a calm voice, “Good afternoon. Quite late for a visit I’d say.”

You said nothing and just ran for it.

But surprise, surprise - the silent alarm was triggered, and several guards were waiting for you at the front gate. One of the men grabbed you and brutally threw you to the floor. They ripped off your bag and dumped everything out onto the ground.

“What the… these are just Miss Medarda’s clothes! What are you- some kind of pervert? Take em’ to the station!”

More of the guards (acting more like gangsters) grabbed you, but before you could be thrown somewhere again, ‘Miss Medarda’ walked out in a simple gown.

“Let them go. I want to speak with them.”

Her personal bodyguard pushed everyone away and helped you stand.

He led you to the living room, where you were served tea and crackers.

“Now, may I ask why you were stealing my clothes? I’ll like to believe you’re not a perv-“ “NO! Of course not- why would I-”

You stuttered over your words, but was ables to spew out your whole situation to her. She looked at you with pity by the end.

“I see… well, I don’t want to throw someone in jail just for trying to help their little siblings. I’d like to make a… deal with you. How long have you been doing this for?”

“Um.. since I was like, ten..?”

“You must be a professional then. Well then, if you can fetch something for me, I’ll be glad to let you keep the clothes and more-”

“YES- I mean, that.. that sounds great…?”

And your little thief contract with Mel started.

#mel medarda #arcane x reader #arcane #mel medarda x reader #arcane fic #x reader

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ember-owlet · 6 months

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hi, i'm just getting to learn about agere, and i'm a little anxious, i wanted to know if you could write something for mel as a cg?

a/c: absolutely firelight! thank you for your patience. i'm so glad you've been trying to learn more about age regression! speaking personally, it is a wonderful coping mechanism and i really hope this brings you some form of comfort on your journey. (/gen) this was an absolute treat to write and create the moodboard for as i don't see as much mel content in the arcane fandom, much less for elora in the agere tag and i hope to provide as much as i can. ʚ♡ɞ

tw: descriptions of anxiety from reader and moments of overstimulation/overwhelm

reader is referred to as: darling, little one, sweetheart, and my love mel is referred to as mommy

dynamic: gn!regressor! reader x cg! mel medarda x babysitter! elora

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"Now now darling I'll only be gone for a short while." Mel swept her hand across your cheek and slid down to your chin, giving you a slight tap with her slender finger to the very tip of your nose. Your caregiver had reminded you that she was going away to a council meeting for the majority of the day. "Elora will be here to provide you with anything that you'll need." Mel would look over to reveal the presence of her assistant, the woman giving you a slight nod of acknowledgment and a shy wave as to not startle you further. "You'll be a brave little one for me, won't you?" Despite the thousands of ways you wanted to beg her to stay, you knew that her work was important to her, but being without your caregiver for so long presented a new form of unease. Before you could protest further the door had already locked into place, the sound of the great marble echoing in the open air. Elora adjusted her posture before straightening once again, "I think it's quite a lovely day to go outside, don't you?" She paused, stretching beyond where you stood to retrieve your comfort plush off of the floor, eyeing the other toys and miscellaneous gifts scattered aimlessly, noting to have the place cleaned and organized before Councilor Medarda's return. "And, maybe if you feel up to it I heard there was a lovely spot near the marketplace to find a new outfit for you and your stuffie." Shuffling you weighed your options, and though it would have been wonderful on its own to stay inside and let the thoughts of missing your mommy persist, a day out couldn't hurt? The extravagant doors swung open again, much more persistent than when the two of you had exited the room moments prior. You had no idea where to go, but the overwhelming urge to curl up and cry overtook you as the room spun with you in place. You quickly launched yourself into bed, your ears tickled with the strain of picking up every beat and sound around you. Elora moved with ease throughout the room, resetting the environment to make it as quiet and calming as she physically could. Despite your best efforts, the town square was bustling with activities, unexpected noises, and situations you weren't prepared for. It was too much, and without Mel around to help it didn't take much for the churning in your stomach to become unbearable. The only other person present that brought you a sense of familiarity was now down to a side sitting position. "Hey sweetheart.." she cooed at the edge of the luxurious bed, guiding a pillow and blanket beside you, unrolling the silk should you need easy access to it. "Take as much time as you need. I let Mel know about the situation and she'll be here as soon as she possibly can." she spoke almost in a whisper, the pen in her hand being flipped between each finger back and forth. Her eyes flipped through the tiered bookshelf that rested not too far away from your bedside. "How about I read to you until she gets here. When you feel ready, pick whichever one you like while I get you something to drink." Time was lost in the countless titles that graced your collection, and through small sniffles, you gathered the energy to select a few. You draw a hand lovingly over the worn copy of The Short Tales of a Fox and Their Warren. You loved the way your mommy would effortlessly paint the images of the once lonely fox and how, after discovering another lone rabbit out in the forest, would create a warren of their own. You clutched the book tightly in your arms, another exhale to calm your restless mind. Elora poked her head gingerly into the doorway, the warm, freshly sweet scent of chamomile lingered in the air. The cartoonish mug stood tall and proud contrasted to the elegant tray. Elora bent down to hand you the heated vessel. "Drink slowly, it's still a bit hot." You took short but wide gulps of the tea. It was just what you needed and you exhaled deeply as it warmed your aching body.

Swaddled together in your bed she finishes, "And then, the once lonely fox smiled. For they knew that though this newfound family was different in many ways, they had finally found what they had been looking for: A place to belong. The End." She motioned to close the book, letting the spine crackle before it set into place. She looked down at you; rather fond of the way you clutched onto her side as you slept. Suddenly her attention was taken to the doorway, smiling at the sound of the approaching (and all too familiar) hasty footsteps. "Perfect timing. We had just finished storytime. They finally felt safe enough to rest." she greeted Mel with a gentle nod, sliding herself out of the bed to let the frazzled woman swiftly replace her position and slink into your arms. She looked around at the spotless room and sighed in relief to the peaceful atmosphere. "Thank you Elora. As always, you have done wonderfully. Tomorrow morning please have the rest of the day scheduled in my absence. I think I've had enough excitement for one day." She leans over, brushing aside the strands of hair that fell over your face. Already striking each event from the list, Elora bids the councilor a good evening and closes the door behind her. It didn't take long for you to feel the golden bangles around your mommy's waist, slowly bringing yourself to meet her gaze. "I missed you; so so much mommy." You whine, holding her tighter and burrowing your face deeper into her. She chuckles, wiping the dampness from your cheeks and placing your soft friend in your arms. "I missed you too. You did so well today, my love. Come, let's get you freshened up and ready for bed."

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