#i LOVE piltover fashion I do but how do they put these on???

[master-sass-blast]

....okay so Tumblr's gonna crop the pic I put a lot of effort into drawing and coloring and detailing fucking SWEET. Edit: okay so it was just in making the post fucking fabulous thanks for the heart attack Tumblr 🖕

Anywho, I'm a firm believer in Butch Sevika, but then @sevikasleftpussyflap showed me this fanart of Sevika (and Jinx) in an evening gown and I have seen the light.

Gonna throw more close ups under the cut and some rambling about design because I am a fashion and character design nerd!

Also tagging @sxpphicfxiry for what I hope are obvious reasons.

F A C E.

So, while I LOVE the look she's wearing in the fanart I linked above, I wanted to design something that had more call back to her outfit in Arcane -specifically her cape/cloak bc red/maroon is such a gorgeous color on her, and because I thought it'd be a color nod to her original outfit design.

I also changed up her hairstyle because I thought it'd be fun and fitting for presumably what is a formal event.

I also wanted to add some body jewelry -in keeping with the theme from the linked fanart-because I love the contrast of Sevika's overall build and demeanor with the delicate, fragile chains. I went with gold because I thought it'd flatter her skin tone nicely, and because her cloak in the show has gold accents iirc.

I landed on the diamond/rhombus design by accident (which you see in the clasps of the jewelry and the structure of the hair piece and her "rings"). My main goal was having something that looked like a matched set because she deserves something nice -and because I also LIVE for Sugar Baby!Sevika where she has a wealthy Piltover GF to dote on her. If I were to do something like this again, I'd probably try to design something that infers her character more -possibly something gear shaped that would allude to her arm. But, for something I was just trying to whack out quick for my own satisfaction, I'm pleased with the results.

I kept the choker look she has going from Arcane because I think it looks fabulous on her, and the ring piece she's wearing -in my mind-can also function as brass knuckles because I love jewelry that is also functional to the character's role in the story. And also because I think Sevika would like/invest in fancy brass knuckles so that if she has to beat someone up at a ritzy gala, she can.

God I hope that you can click on the picture and it'll show you the whole thing or that the cropping is only in the post creation bc I actually put effort in on the shoes fUCKING DAMMIT.

This is mostly to show detail on the thigh jewelry and also LEG (mady, you're welcome).

All in all, I'm pleased with how this came out! I used markers for most of the piece -the dress, cloak, her body and hair, and the leather bands on the jewelry pieces are all marker. The trim on the dress and cloak, along with the base for the chains are done in colored pencil; I also warmed up her skin with some blended down colored pencil bc the tone of the markers were looking a little gray to my eye. I used a metallic gold gel pen to add some shine to certain parts of the jewelry, but that wasn't flashy enough, so I used some gold acrylic paint and white acrylic paint to add highlights to her jewelry.

I think I need to do this again. I've got an idea for a gear-themed look -in terms of jewelry-that I'd pair a blue dress in bc I think she'd look gorgeous with blue. Also @sevikasleftpussyflap mentioned a look of Sevika wearing a tight, skimpy body con dress and now it lives rent free in my head.

I did this piece over I think about a week? I wanna say it took between 3-5 hours in total.

So yeah pls reblog and interact bc I worked hard on this no I am not above begging thank uuuuuu 😭

#sass speaks #sass draws #sevika #my art #i am honestly so proud of this piece #i think she looks hella good #i have seen the light of glam sevika #like she's still butch in my heart #bUT SHE CAN ROCK A DRESS AND MY WORLD THANK YOU MA'AM #the way i want her to snap my neck with her thighs #she's also holding a glass of whiskey bc i can't see her drinking champagne #i think that'd be her one holdover #she's gotta have some proper hooch #might draw a background on this piece some day #probably not bc i am notorious for not doing backgrounds #but maybe #if something inspires me #also can we talk about sugar baby sevika because she takes care of us but i just want to take care of herrrr #(ignoring the fact i'm broke shhhhh) #i want to give her a life of luxury where she can drink smoke play cards and beat people up as much as she wants without having to work #okay that's enough simping for now sdlfjdslkjfldskjf

[j-art-2d2]

HI DAAARLINGG

how are u? i hope you having a good day, i would like to do a request to one of my favorites writers, maybeee jinx x fem reader who is a fashion icon?? maybe a supermodel, stylist, something like that! have a good day <3

heyyy bestieeee!! im alright thanks for asking! i cant believe you said im one of your favorite writers. you make my heart go boom boom. YOU have an AMAZING day <333

anyways, what a cool idea!! so creative. i had a lot of fun writing this

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🌌 Jinx w/ a Fashion Icon S/O 🌌

🌌 What actually caught her eye about you first was the outfit you had on. As soon you passed by Jinx you drew her attention towards you. She had never seen anyone dressed like you before. Immediately walked up to you and complimented your outfit

🌌 Being that Jinx is so creative, she’s a huge part in your design brainstorming process. Her mind never runs out of colorful, new, inventive ideas so that’s especially helpful when you’re experiencing a block.

🌌 One of your fav things to do with Jinx is going out into the fashion district and people-watching. You guys have a lot of fun in spotting cool outfit designs, or brainstorming ideas on how to make someones outfit better.

🌌 Going to the mall with her is a dangerous game. Jinx will encourage you to try on every outfit you think is cute and will also throw pieces at you that she wants to see you in.

🌌 She’s always fixing up your sewing machine for you and lets you use her as a clothing stand dummy when you’re pinning alterations together on clothes.

🌌 Jinx’s mechanic butterflies actually inspired a leather line of yours. You presented the sketches along with the final designs to her as an anniversary gift. Her favorite piece is the leather jacket with the butterflies littered across the back.

🌌 She planned a date night where you both amped up some plain pieces of clothing you both had. The clothes you make with Jinx always become your favorite articles to put on.

🌌 Whenever you have a show Jinx pumps you up and encourages you up until the moment you go behind stage. She’s always right in the front screaming her lungs out as soon as you step out.

🌌 After a show Jinx litters you in praise and affection. She tells you how good you did and how amazing you looked. Is super eager to see the high-quality pictures and videos later.

🌌 Is always offering to take pictures of and with you whenever you guys go out. Takes candid photos of you constantly. When Jinx meets a new person she always ends up showing them your Instagram.

🌌 Gets really jealous when scrolling through your social media. Will argue with gross people in your comments. Isn’t afraid to post you and show you off. You’re like 80% of her posts she’s literally obsessed.

🌌 If you spam her with photos and videos she won’t answer for about an hour because she’s too busy making edits of you. She’s honestly your biggest fan. Posts the edits on TikTok.

🌌 Jinx made a separate tiktok for you guys’ fashion/relationship content. Posts couple outfits, thrifting dates, the clothes you make together, and get ready with us videos.

🌌 Always bothers you when you try on clothes from your PR packages because they just fit you perfectly. She can never keep her hands off of you.

🌌 Loves to dress you up in her style. Calls you her perfect little doll. Says that she’s jealous of you because you can pull anything off.

🌌 Has a bad habit of stealing cool fabrics from the expensive shops in Piltover to give to you.

🌌 Is always bragging about how creative and talented you are. If someone compliments something she’s wearing that you made she’ll immediately boast about it. Inventor of “Thanks my girlfriend made it!!”

🌌 Compliments you in artistic ways. Says that you’re a one of a kind design and that the gods took their time with you. She gets a little dramatic at times and will say that you were carved by Michelangelo himself and polished off by the tears of angels.

🌌 You were the first person to take her measurements. Before you she was always just guessing. Her clothes were either a tad bit tight or way too big.

🌌 Asks you for help deciding on a size when online shopping. When you ask why she can’t do it herself she says it’s because you pick them the best.

🌌 Keeps gifting you thimbles for some reason. Very much crow find shiny thing, give to human.

🌌 Makes you cute little pin cushions and gives you them when you’re feeling down. The first one she ever made you was a raccoon.

🌌 Always asks, “Trinket can you make me this!?!” while showing you a random article of clothing/outfit she saw on social media.

🌌 One of your most memorable dates was when you guys made tie dye tops, shorts, bucket hats, and socks. Tik Tok loved it too.

🌌 Started crocheting after she met you. Keeps making you guys matching hats.

#arcane #arcane jinx #arcane league of legends #arcane fanart #jinx fanart #jinx x reader #arcane x reader #arcanefanfic #jinx supremacy #jinx fanfic #jinxfanfic #get jinxed #jinx league of legends #jinx lol #jinx x y/n #jinx #jinxsource

[storiumemporium]

omg today i wore heeled boots for the first time to go to work and now i can't stand my feet, i could do an imagine where reader is in a similar situation and viktor suggests a massage, but she doesn't want to bother him, she knows how her research and work are tiring please.Thank you

Hey!!! Sorry this is so late! Life got simultaneously hectic and a little depressing the last week, and I've been giving myself a break from the internet while I recoup. Hopefully however this lives up to expectations!

Feel free to leave more requests! 💗

Shoes were a mistake.

Shoes were a mistake and you were going to personally find out whoever invented the heel, so you could kill them.

Your feet are a blistered, reddened mess. The boutique girl who had dragged you around rack to rack for hours had insisted; "These are the most fashionable shoes in Piltover at the moment, and they're in your exact size! Everyone will envy you."

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have fallen for that- but who can blame you? Sometimes you want to be the impressive one.

And... maybe you were tired of feeling like you were so plain next to Viktor, dragging him down every time he was subjected to mingling with the highlife around here.

Regardless, all your endeavors earned you were scabs, calves and ankles so sore you could hardly bear to stand, and a decent heap of embarrassment. You were sure you'd injured something.

And the cherry on top? Viktor would be here soon.

You didn't know what to say to him- to describe the stupid predicament you'd put yourself in, you knew he'd be disappointed, or frustrated.

You were about halfway to the kitchen, attempting to start dinner and pretend you didn't want to chew your own legs off when the familiar click of the lock unlatching gently pinged through the apartment.

It was hard to not whip around looking like a moth tranced by flame, offering Viktor your best attempt at a smile, knowing it came out as the nervous contortion of a dog who'd been caught doing something it shouldn't. "Hey there! How was work!?"

Why did you say that- you never ask that, shut up, shut up.

You knew he'd immediately caught on, Viktor was all too perceptive a man for your blundering to go unnoticed. Those pretty golden eyes had narrowed to scrutinizing slits, and as he let the door swing gently shut behind him, he began to take you apart with his mind.

"Love..?" He's not accusatory- yet- his voice soft and imploring, as if talking to a frightened animal.

Fuck, play this cool.

"What?" Your voice comes out squeaky and defensive.

Goddammit.

It's a subtle shift. He pulls himself upright, the comfortable slouch he bore when he feflt safe in your company replaced by the regal mass of his entire height, leg straightening out as he put to work his full authority.

"What happened?"

For a short time you fumble your words, trying futilely to feed him some nonsense about how coworkers had made your life hell today again- but there was no point, the moment you'd gone to take a step your whole body telegraphed the pain you were in like a shining beacon of misery.

He's over in a startling flash- always so much faster than people gave him credit for- than he himself let other people see. Likely something he kept coyly hidden in the event of danger, a trait carried over from his early life.

His free hand is pulling you, steadying you, as he corrals you to the plush couch you share your evenings together on, and as soon as you're planted he's tugging at the plain shoes you'd changed into to see the handiwork of the cursed evil heels.

"Love..." His voice is soft in a way that instills a great deal of shame, those long expert fingers trace over the evidence of your struggle. "What- what happened? What did this?"

The guilty-dog look returns. "...Heels..?"

Were this any other situation, the look on Viktor's face would've been enough to send you into giggle fits. But as it stood, it just made you embarrassed.

"L-Look- I know it's stupid- don't worry about it, I'll be fine-"

"Would a massage help?"

What?

"They are sore, no?" It occurs to you that your thought was uttered out loud, caught off guard by his lack of ire.

"I-I mean, yeah, but-"

"Then let me help."

"Vik- you've been working all day, you're tired-" you deal with more pain than this on a daily basis and never ask for help, let alone something like this.

The prerequisite thought stirred up a new pool of cold shame within your belly. Here you were, crying and moping as if unable to walk over sore ankles and bruised feet, while the man you loved had bolts put into his spine to correct him- wielded a cane to even support his weight on one leg, and he took it all with silence.

Your face turned an unflattering hue.

But Viktor wasn't having any of it, brows furrowed and piercing gaze cutting like glass. "I can afford to spare minutes of my day to make sure you do not feel miserable, my little tinker."

"Vik..."

He did not wait for your approval now, pulling your feet into his lap as he fully discarded his cane against the armrest, nimble and calloused hands dug into the knots of your feet, avoiding areas that were rubbed raw or blistering.

It was conflicting, bouncing between sharp, stabbing pain and the immense relief that followed as he unworked the aches within your legs.

His voice began again, soft and lulling as he worked his masseur magic upon you. "It is okay to need help, tinker.

I want to help you, it makes me feel good to be able to do this for you." He wavers with amusement and something else you can't quite name. "Sometimes it feels as if I am the only one with problems, it's a relief when I can be the one with the solution."

His smile at you is wry and sardonic, layered with that wit you love. But his words ache. "I know you hide things from me, my dear. I will not pester you for them- but I want you to know, no matter what it is..."

His thumb digs, the aching sharp split of a muscle under duress begins to wane.

"Foot aches or anything else- anything more. It would be my pleasure to help you."

#viktor lol #viktor #arcane #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #arcane x reader

[dubiousdisco]

genuine question for the people who write or read the sexy silco fanfics: how the fuck do you undress this man

ok, take the coat off

how the HELL do you open any of these????

AND THESE BOOTS WHATS GOING ON HERE ARE THESE THINGS INSIDE HIS SOCKS, HIS PANTS OR ANOTHER SECRET SHOE??

#arcane tag #silco arcane #i LOVE piltover fashion I do but how do they put these on??? #art is concept art by riot

[viktwhore]

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

Viktor x gn!Reader

Synopsis: Growing up an orphan in Zaun, you were never taught how to read or write which is ironic for someone employed at the Academy. You’ve gotten by for months now without any mishaps until Professor Heimerdinger assigns you to work for the Hextech scientists.  

Warnings: a pinch of negative self thoughts, mentions of a blowjob, mildly heated makeout sesh

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Huge thank you to @silkygal2210 for the love note idea, I could not for the life of me figure out how to end this fic and she helped me come up with the perfect idea! This is barely proofread so any feedback is well appreciated or if you see a mistake let me know just please don’t be mean. Enjoy!

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Growing up an orphan in Zaun left you with more concerning things to worry about than learning how to read and write. You had left Zaun for Piltover months ago and were trying to make an honest living with topsiders no matter how hard it was to ignore the habits of your upbringing. At the very least, you don’t have to worry about fighting for your life and committing crimes to survive anymore. 

After meeting Professor Heimerdinger in a market by helping him find an obscure piece of machinery for an experiment, he offered you a job as an assistant for his students at the Academy. You were smart, but there's no way someone like you could’ve made it into the Academy. Unfortunately, now that you were no longer a child, it was far too embarrassing to have to ask someone to teach you how to read and write, especially a topsider working at the Academy… where smart people work.

Somehow, you’ve been able to make it quite far without needing those skills. Being able to understand directions and familiar symbols made it easy for you to follow orders and tasks given to you by the people you were assigned to work under at the academy. 

Your most recent assignment has been helping Viktor and Jayce with their Hextech research. You’d spent the past few weeks picking up parts, delivering messages, and even getting lunch a few times for the two Hextech scientists, Gods know they wouldn’t get it themselves if you didn’t do it for them. You had been breezing by with the tasks they had given you so far, until Viktor asked you to take a look at his research one evening.

Jayce had gone home for the night seeing as it was well past dinner time at this point but, in typical Viktor fashion, he was still working away diligently at his desk.

“I’ve been trying for days to figure out what I’m doing wrong, Jayce has wandered off, and I could use a fresh set of eyes before I go insane trying to figure this out.” 

Your stomach drops as he hands you the stack of papers you know you aren’t going to be able to decipher. Embarrassment floods your cheeks as you stare down at the swirls of letters and numbers you have no hope of understanding. 

“I, uh, no sorry, I can’t, but I-I’m sure you could ask Jayce tomorrow, go home and sleep,” you stutter out, shoving the papers back into his arms a little rougher than you intended. Your eyes sting with tears and you hoped you had managed to turn around before he saw. You scurried out of the lab as fast as your feet could carry you leaving behind a perplexed Viktor to figure out what the hell he possibly could have done to make you so upset.

You considered skipping work the next day, but you couldn’t do that to the boys, so you put on your best smile and pushed open the doors to the lab, ready to make it look as though you were unbothered by yesterday's events. 

Viktor tried to catch your eye the whole day, to no avail. You were outright refusing to make eye contact with the man you had lashed out at yesterday for no good reason other than your own embarrassment. You stayed on the opposite side of the lab, tinkering with some spare parts they had discarded during various experiments to keep yourself busy, totally not to avoid questions from Viktor, unless one of the two scientists needed anything, but it had seemed to be a relatively slow day, so it was no surprise when Jayce left early. 

You waved goodbye to the larger man as he left, but stayed huddled at your desk, a small area tucked into the corner of the lab that the boys were nice enough to set aside for you when you first arrived. After Jayce left, the air was filled with suffocating silence, your wish to leave for the day nearly outweighing your obligation to science. 

Your internal debate was interrupted by your chair being spun around and your body caged in by Viktor. You yelp as the sudden movement knocks you out of your thoughts, cheeks flushing red at the lack of space between your bodies. 

“H-how can I help you?” you stutter out, looking anywhere but his eyes. You felt his calloused fingers gently take hold of your jaw, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. 

“What have I done wrong?” He looks genuinely concerned but determined to find answers, prepared to keep you here until you’ve answered his questions.

“You haven’t done a thing, I promise, I was just tired last night is all.” You let out a nervous laugh, waving a hand dismissively, hoping he’d believe your lie. Unfortunately, Viktor was too perceptive for his own good and didn’t move an inch. 

“Please don’t lie to me.” He looked desperate at this point. His words were a near whisper and his eyes were pleading with you to tell him the truth. Your eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment and you let out a dejected sigh. 

“I can’t read.” You mumble out, hardly loud enough for him to hear you. 

He lets go of your face and looks at you confused. “What?” 

Your gaze drops to your lap, hair hiding your face, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously. “I’m from the undercity, Viktor.” Tears sting your eyes and you look up at the man who has now taken a step back to listen intently to what you have to say. “I didn’t… exactly have parents to look after me so… I had to do it myself, you know how it is down there.” A couple drops land in your lap and you swipe at your face, not wanting to cry in front of him. “No one was there to teach me… how to read, or write. So, I don’t know how and I’ve been too embarrassed to ask anyone to teach me because I’m a grown adult who doesn’t know how to read or write and that’s why I couldn’t read your notes last night and I got defensive about it because you’re the smartest person I know and I don’t want you to think I’m just another idiot from Zaun. I’m sorry, please don't tell anyone.” 

You couldn’t help but start rambling, trying to recover any ounce of dignity you might have left as more tears drip down your face. He doesn’t answer for a few seconds and regret sets in. “You know what, nevermind, I-I shouldn’t have-” he interrupts you, kneeling in front of you and gently taking your hands in his. Your words die in your throat and you look into his eyes. All you can see behind them is kindness and he reaches up to wipe your tears away. 

“You don’t need to be embarrassed about something like that, my dear. If you would like to learn, I can teach you. You’ve done so much for us since you’ve arrived, it’s time we help you out in return.” He brushes the remaining tears off your face. Your heart flutters at his words and you give him a teary smile. 

“Thank you,” you nearly whisper, reaching you and pulling him into a tight hug. “For not making fun of me.”  

He hugs you back just as tight, deeply inhaling your scent. “Anything for you,” he mumbles into your hair.

~+~

A few days later, you met with Viktor in the Academy library for the first time. He was waiting in the back corner, a stack of books on the table. He greeted you with a smile, pulling out the chair next to him. You took it, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.” He reaches out to stop your fidgeting hands, drawing your attention.

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to help you.” He gives you a reassuring smile that has you melting into a puddle in your chair. He lets go of your hands and you miss the warmth instantly. He twists away from you and pulls out a few pens and pieces of paper, setting it in front of you gently. 

“We’ll start with this.” He holds up a pen. “What hand do you use the most? The one that feels the most natural when you use it?” You hold up that hand and he sets the cold pen in your open palm. “This is your dominant hand and the one you’re going to use to write with.” 

It feels awkward in your hand but you click in on, fingers wrapped around it uncomfortably. He shakes his head with an encouraging smile and he reaches out to help. His fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your hand closer to him. He adjusts your grip, “You’ll want these two fingers underneath supporting it. These two on top and wrap your thumb around to hold it all together and… there you go, you’re perfect!” He guides your fingers into place with his words, calloused fingers brushing against yours. He praises your success, turning your cheeks red and bringing a shy smile to your lips as your heart flutters at the praise.

He lets go and slides the paper closer to you. There’s a row of scribbles across the top of the page. A pointed finger slides under the writing. “This is the alphabet, can you copy them underneath for me?”

Your fingers readjust to hold the pen the way Viktor had taught you and you begin to write. Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth as you focus intently on replicating the letters properly, swirling the pen along the paper as you begin learning the shape of the alphabet.

You let out a little giggle when you finish writing, pointing out your handwriting. “I think I’m giving you a run for your money for who has the worst handwriting.” 

He narrows his eyes at you playfully, “My handwriting is beautiful thank you very much.” He pulls the paper closer, reviewing your work with a pleased hum. You watch his eyes scan across the page, getting caught up in your admiration of the man next to you. He turns back to you and you snap out of it, gaze darting back to the paper. “Good job, now do it again.” He pushes the paper back towards you and you nod, beginning the alphabet over again, this time much quicker.

The two of you continue for several hours, any noise in the library fading away as time ticks by. By the time you were finished, everyone else had gone home. You had mastered the alphabet during this time, learning the pronunciation for every letter and you’d even started learning how to write out small sentences. You let out a loud yawn, eyes fluttering tiredly.

“We can stop if you’re tired.” You go to protest, not wanting your time together to end but you’re interrupted by another yawn. He laughs and begins gathering the papers and pens that had been haphazardly tossed all over the table during your lesson. You stand to help him pack up, reaching for a pen at the same time as Viktor. Your hands touch and you pull away, stuttering out an apology with a blush dusting your cheeks. You don’t notice the matching blush Viktor adorns as you turn to collect the remaining papers on the table. You hand them over to him and he neatly tucks them away.

“Let me walk you back to your dorm, it’s late, you shouldn’t go alone.” He insists, quickly gathering his things to follow you out of the library. You smile sweetly at him and nod, “I’d love that.”

The walk to your dorm is pleasant, filled with friendly chatter and you arrive at your dorm quicker than you had hoped it would take. You turn to your companion, fishing around in your bag for your keys.

“Well, this is me.” Your keys slip out of your fingers as you pull them out of your bag, clattering against the ground and you frown, kneeling down to pick them up. Your keys had fallen between his shoes… his shoes that are attached to his legs, which are attached to… 

Your face changes shades and your wide eyes dart up to meet his gaze. A smirk rests on his lips and he stares back with a lifted brow.

“You know, if anyone were to stumble upon us, they may find this situation rather… compromising.” he teases at the suggestive position you’d put yourself in, amusement clear on his face. You snatch up your keys from the floor and stand rather abruptly.

“Sorry I should go, goodnight Viktor. Get some rest.” You turn to unlock your door, clearly flustered by situations you’d put yourself in moments ago. 

He chuckles softly, “Goodnight y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You practically slam the door in his face, burying your face in your hands, back pressed against the door. ‘I cannot believe I just did that, what is wrong with me?’ you think to yourself. Though, one thought keeps nagging at your brain. ‘He seemed pleased to see you in that… compromising position.’ Your stomach flutters at the thought but you quickly shake it away as the click of Viktor’s cane and his footsteps fade away.

~+~

The next time you meet up, Viktor teaches you how to read. After learning the sounds the letters make in the last lesson, you feel confident in your ability to try reading full words. You were expecting to start with something small but any hopes of that were dashed when Viktor sets one of his research notebooks in front of you. He teaches you by first reading an entry himself and then handing it to you to read it back to him, reminding you that words are usually spelled how they’re spoken. You catch on quick, praises falling from Viktor’s lips every time you make it through a sentence or two without stumbling too much. You can’t deny the flutter in your belly at every praise. 

You start the next sentence, pausing after a few words because you can’t quite seem to get it. 

Exponentially. 

You sound it out silently but you’ve never heard a word that sounds like the one you’re trying to say so you’re positive you’re pronouncing it wrong. You give a little huff of frustration, your nose scrunches cutely and a pout pulls at your lips, looking to Viktor for guidance. 

“I don’t know this one.” you mumble, your finger tracing a line under the word so he knows which one you’re talking about. Viktor leans over to you but can’t quite see which word you’re referring to. He grabs your wrist with one hand, pulling you in closer to him, the other hand falling to your thigh. Heat blossoms on your cheeks and your gaze darts down to his large hand resting perfectly on your thigh, like it belonged there.

“Exponentially.” he sounds it out for you. “The ‘ti’ in the middle is sounded out like a ‘sh’ in shape.” You turn your head as he speaks, noses mere inches apart. 

You give it a shot, sounding out the word perfectly, the hint of Viktor’s distinct accent slipping into your whispered words. Your gaze flits down to his lips briefly before sliding back to his eyes. He’s watching you intently. 

“Good work.” he practically purrs, giving your thigh a squeeze. Your eyes flutter closed and you shiver, his words having a dangerous effect on you. They snap back open when he leans back, his posture relaxing as his hand slips from your thigh. A cold feeling is left where his hand was mere seconds ago.

“Continue,” he instructs and you follow his command without a second thought. ‘Interesting.’ Viktor thinks to himself with a pleased hum. 

That study session ends with Viktor walking you back to your dorm as usual, this time without the added embarrassment of being on your knees in front of him, looking like you were ready to suck his dick if he asked. 

~+~

You’d done it! 

You could finally read all the way through Viktor’s notes with little to no struggle! You practically ran to the lab, slamming the doors open, a wide grin gracing your features. 

“Viktor, I did it!” you cheer, running up to said man and pulling him into a tight hug. You have the brightest smile on your face he’s seen yet and his heart swells with pride at your accomplishment. He abandons whatever it is he was working on to celebrate with you, hugging you back just as tight. He leans back a few inches, his hands sliding up from your back to cup your cheeks. “I knew you could do it, I’m so proud of you.” His thumbs brush softly against your cheekbones and your heart rate speeds up. Your eyes dart down to his lips and you can’t hold back anymore, they were practically inviting you in. Fuck it, you lean up and attach your lips to his and he… doesn’t react. 

Oh fuck. You jerk your head back, shame and regret churning in your stomach. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, fuck, I’m so sorry.” Tears prickle your eyes and you squirm out of Viktor’s grasp, setting his notebook back on his desk before making a beeline for the doors to avoid further humiliation.

He calls out to you but you can’t bring yourself to turn around, all but sprinting back to your dorm. You hastily unlock the door, slamming it behind you as the tears finally spill down your cheeks. ‘Gods, I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I just ruined the best thing that's ever happened to me.’ 

You toss your bag onto your desk and manage to bump into the chair in the process. You curse angrily and shove it, knocking it over in anger. The radiating pain in your hip sends you into a spiral, overwhelmed by your emotions. You let yourself slump to the floor, furiously wiping the tears away as sobs wrack your chest. A knock taps against your door and your cries cease, hoping whoever it was would think you aren’t home and go away.

“Y/n, may I come in?” Your favorite accented voice, but the very last one you want to hear right now, calls out from the other side of the door. You sniffle but stay silent, hoping he’ll just assume you aren’t here or leave you alone. 

He knocks again but it won’t matter, you locked the door so it’s only a matter of time before he gets tired of waiting around and leaves because you are not going to let him in. You hear him fiddling with the handle and a few short seconds later the door clicks open. 

Did he just pick my lock? You stare incredulously at the entrance, watching Viktor step into your room. Your eyes were no doubt red and your cheeks were still stained with tears so you duck your head down, not wanting him to know you’d been crying. You also couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, the rejection still burning raw in your heart. You hear a soft thud and look up, watching Viktor set his cane against his desk before he struggles to sit down in front of you, trying to catch your eye. Your gaze darts back down to the floor when he settles in front of you. What you aren’t expecting is for him to reach out, fingers curling under your chin and tilting your head back up to look at him. Your lower lip wobbles as tears spring back up in your eyes, an apology spilling from your lips. 

“Viktor, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that to you, I just got excited and I-” Your words die on your lips when his fingers grip your jaw a little tighter, pulling you roughly into a kiss. 

“Stop talking,” he mumbles against your lips, his other hand sliding to your waist to pull you into his lap. You stiffen but only for a moment, before melting into his touch. 

The kiss is needy, desperate, releasing the tension that had built up between you two all those late nights in the library. His hands are greedy, grabbing at every inch of you he could get a hold of. They finally settle at your hips, his touch burning at your skin and igniting a fire in your belly like never before. You grind down against Viktor and he lets out a soft groan, fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips as he struggles to ground himself. 

You pull away from the kiss, panting for air and resting your forehead against his, stopping yourself before you can get too lost in him. You can’t keep the grin tugging at your lips at bay and press another sweet kiss against his lips. 

“I hope this means you like me back?” Your words come out as more of a question than a statement.

“It would be foolish to attempt to deny it my dear. I did chase you down, break into your room, and make out with you on the floor after all.” His hands come to rest on your cheeks, brushing away any stray tears that linger with his thumbs. “Now, let's get back to work.”

It’s a few hours later and any tension that had been stuffing up the room for the past few weeks had now dissipated, leaving only the happiness of confessed and reciprocated feelings floating around the two of you. You sat at your desk scribbling away with the papers and pens Viktor had gifted you for finishing his journal for the first time. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you focus on making your writing as neat as possible and Viktor can’t stop his attention from straying over to you as the two of you work.

You finish your work, holding it in front of you with a content smile. You let it flutter back down to the desk and toss your stuff back into your bag, planning to head home for the day. You swing in over your shoulder, holding your work tenderly between your fingers, careful not to bend or fold it. 

You walk past his desk with a smile and a wave, “See you tomorrow, Vik, have a good night.” The paper slips from your fingers as you walk away, floating down to settle in front of him.

He picks up the note curiously, not having time to question you before you're gone with a soft click of the lab doors closing. He opens up the folded piece of paper and laughs, lightly brushing his fingers along the words you’d spent so long perfecting for him.

‘I love you, Viktor’ with a little heart doodled next to the words you scrawled on the note for him. His heart flutters when he reads it, honored that he was the one you chose to dedicate your love to and declared it using something he taught you how to do.

He gently folds it back up, tucking it into his favorite notebook for safekeeping, likely something he’ll be keeping forever. You’re already long gone by now but he’ll certainly be expressing the sentiment in return the next time he sees you.

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[imaginesbymk]

Arcane Preference

DATING THE READER WHO WEARS EUPHORIA MAKEUP

Characters: Mel Medarda, Viktor, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander & Sevika.

Request: “Hey if this is following your rules, could I have ones of mel, viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, vandor and sevika dating you and how they like your Euphoria makeup looks you wear every day? But if you haven’t seen it then don’t do this haha no pressure! Thanks anyway!” —anonymous

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MEL MEDARDA — Mel is already a beautiful woman with glowing gold armour and glitter, but when she notices you walk in the room, she’s immediately impressed by the choice of colour you picked. One day, your makeup matches hers - gold and yellow. While she won’t say it upfront and right off the bat, she’ll admire your creativity, talent and beauty from afar.

VIKTOR — Viktor is already in love with you with your natural look, so seeing you with either rhinestones or coloured eyeliner on your face makes him blush. He’s very interested in knowing how you come up with different makeup look ideas, and he would catch himself staring at you for a bit too long. He’ll give you all the attention he thinks you deserve.

JINX — Jinx is very creative with her doodles and personalized weapons, she would vandalize property just ‘cause. She thinks applying her own version of makeup on your face counts as creativity. You and Jinx will share makeup one day, and one day she gets inspiration from you - like, literally copy you from head to toe that Silco gets confused on the new appearance. Not that it bothers you.

VI — Vi refuses to let you touch her face with a makeup brush. Instead, she prefers seeing all the getup on yours. Vi is very observant and would notice right away if a jewel has fallen off your face or would literally come up with a nickname due to your creativity. She thinks you’re hot with any look you experiment on. 

CAITLYN KIRAMANN — Caitlyn will be running her fingers through your hair if it’s styled, but only gently so it’s not ruined. She would be too shy and stubborn to ask you to teach her how to do makeup, but she would love the feeling of you pampering her and showing off to her parents, whether their reactions to the graphics are appropriate or not.

VANDER — Vander thinks you’re beautiful with or without it, but he’ll be in awe of you irregardless. He’ll make sure no one ruins your makeup, and warns you not to hop around and sweat out your look. Vander is the first person to compliment you on the new graphic eyeliner look when you enter the bar. You’ll be the first person to put powder on his cheeks as a silly prank, if ever. 

SEVIKA — To be honest, Sevika is used to seeing a lot of the edgy fashion in Zaun. But something clicks when she suddenly sees it on you. She notices how different you look every other day, and though she won’t admit it because she’s not one to do it, she’ll compliment you, but in silence. Even if you offer to do her makeup one day, she’ll defensively wave you off.

#arcane preference #arcane x reader #arcane league of legends #arcane #mel medarda x reader #viktor x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #vander x reader #sevika x reader #reader insert #preference

[divinegrey]

𝐦𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 / 𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

top caitlyn is hot. no i will not elaborate thank you!

prompt: some over protective caitlyn maybe? (like with the jinx one shot that you did?) thank you <3333

words: 1110

warnings: harassment, caitlyn being extremely hot and dominating, minor threats of violence

It isn’t me uncommon to find yourself at a place like this. It’s the start of the weekend, and it’s the one night a week your girlfriend gets a night off from work.

Speaking of your girlfriend…

You tuck closer into her side, listening to her rant about whatever task she got bullied into doing today by her fellow enforcers. Frankly, you could listen to her talk about this all day. Caitlyn Kiramman is your girlfriend and you’re her girlfriend. Aren’t you the luckiest woman alive on this side of Piltover?

“Hey, baby, I’m going to go get a refill of our drinks from the bar,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to her jaw. She pauses her story to smile at you.

“Be back soon,” she replies. You toss her a wink as you pick up your empty glasses and head to the liquor bar at the other side of the restaurant that you, Caitlyn, Jayce, and Viktor found yourselves in. It’s not uncommon for you four to be found here on weekend nights, releasing the stress from the workweek. Luckily, drinks are the perfect way to do that.

“Can I get a refill for these, please?” You ask the bartender sweetly. With a smile, he takes the glasses from you and gets to work. A martini for Caitlyn; stirred with gin and vermouth, with an added lemon garnish on the side of the glass. Incredibly classy and timeless, fitting for your girlfriend.

As you wait, a man that reeks of expensive cologne and expensive clothes slides next to you. You pay it no mind, staring at your nails (they need a trim), but it becomes overwhelmingly clear within the next few seconds that he’s waiting for your attention; his body is turned to you and he’s tapping the bar.

“What?” You look at him with an eyebrow cocked upward.

“Just trying to get a pretty lady’s attention, is that so bad?” he replies sharply, eyes narrowing at the harshness of your words.

“This pretty lady isn’t interested, thank you,” you say, resting your elbows on the table in an attempt to send him a message to fuck the fuck off, but he doesn’t seem the least bit inclined to do so.

Instead, he looks at the bartender, then the drinks he’s making. The man says, “Are those hers? Put them on my tab.”

Great, now he’s just trying to buy his way into my pants, how chivalrous, you think to yourself. The bartender glances at you and you just shrug. As long as the drinks are put into your hands directly from the bartender, this random man at the bar can buy you whatever drink he wants. You order expensive, so he’ll be feeling the hole in his wallet later tonight.

You’re not too worried about him making a move. It’ll be put to the grave sooner or later.

“I have a booth in the corner if you’d like to go and get to know each other better,” he tries, moving a little closer than you’d like. You smell the pervasive scent of wood and smoke— why is that always the cologne that these kinds of assholes choose?

“No, thanks.”

“C’mon, I just bought you your drink!” He presses. “You kinda owe me for that, don’t ya?”

“No, I really don’t.” You roll your eyes, accepting the martini that the bartender slides to you. You make sure to pull it as close to your body as possible, out of the man’s reach. The bartender gets to work making your usual order— an old-fashioned.

“Don’t be such a bi—”

“Darling, is this man bothering you?”

Oh, there she is. You can’t help the smug grin that comes to your face as you feel Caitlyn’s hand sliding around your waist, pulling you flush to her skin. You love the height she holds over you and it only benefits you in this moment more as your girlfriend’s possessive words make your head feel a little fuzzy. That might just be the alcohol in your system talking, though.

“Who’re y—” the man’s face pales when it clicks in his head. Caitlyn arches her sharp brow at him and you just nestle closer into her side, handing her drink to her. She takes a sip of it, practically challenging the man to say something stupid. He stutters, “Lady Kiramman, I—”

“Enforcer Kiramman,” Caitlyn corrects. You feel her hand trail up your side, over your chest, where she loops one of her fingers into the collar of your shirt and pulls it down just enough to expose the mottled hickey she gave you this morning.

You realize your face is probably red, but you don’t give a damn about it. You love it when Caitlyn gets like this— hot and possessive, like the smell of muzzle smoke from her rifle. It’s rare for her to act so controlling and dominant, especially over you, but with a situation like this? The man was asking for it.

“Now, I distinctly recall my girlfriend saying no to your unwanted advances, to which you only became more aggressive and pushy,” Caitlyn says pragmatically, but her words are dripping with poison. “Am I going to have to remove you from this bar for disorderly conduct and harassment?”

“N— No, Enforcer, I’m sorry,” the man says, raising his hands and taking a step back. He all but beelines back to his booth. The bartender snickers and hands you your old-fashioned without so much of a complaint to Caitlyn. He walks away to go tend to another customer, leaving you pressed against the wood with your girlfriend looking awfully pissed off.

“You get hotter and hotter every time you do that,” you remark, a little breathless because of the look on her face. She leans down and puts her forehead to yours.

“I would’ve put a hole in that man’s tiny dick if he put his hands on you, darling,” Caitlyn whispers, then seals it with a kiss to your lips that leaves you forgetting about your drink, forgetting about Viktor and Jayce, forgetting about everything else other than the tight hold Caitlyn has on you, both literally and metaphorically. She tastes like gin and citrus.

“I know we’re here with people but do you want to go home?” you ask.

Caitlyn looks at you, her eyes dark with lust. Without breaking contact, she downs the rest of her martini and puts the glass on the counter. She leans down to your ear, her breath hot on your skin, and whispers, “I’ll make you forget about everything except me, darling.”

Oh, you’re in for one hell of a night.

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A/N: i feel its only fair that i write an over-protective vi fic now just to finish the main trilogy of arcane ladies being over-protective gfs

#caitlyn x f!reader #caitlyn x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #arcane caitlyn imagines #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane imagines #arcane caitlyn

[adorascake]

random piltover’s finest headcanons bc im experiencing brainrot over them✨

they never let each other go to bed upset when they have an argument/fight. if the issue isn’t resolved by the time they go to bed, they put it on hold until the morning when they’ll be more levelheaded. this becomes a thing after their first fight as a couple. caitlyn is upset with vi over something, and vi is hotheaded and defensive about whatever it is, so they avoid one another for the rest of the day. later that night, vi finally comes to bed after putting it off for hours because she feels like caitlyn wouldn’t want to see her or maybe even hates her. years of trauma and guilt lead her to immediately regret what she did or said once she sees caitlyn laying on her side of the bed, facing away from vi’s side (which is closest to the door), and presumably asleep when vi quietly says her name and there’s no answer. vi sighs and climbs into bed after changing into pajamas. after a moment she leans over and presses a soft kiss to the back of caitlyn’s head, saying she loves her, and then she turns around and curls in on herself. caitlyn’s still awake and upset with vi, unable to sleep because of it, but that little action brings tears to her eyes and she remembers all vi’s gone through. she turns around and wraps herself around vi’s back, tilting her head up to kiss vi’s cheek before burying her face in the back of her girlfriend’s neck. all she murmurs is “i love you, too,” and “we’ll talk in the morning, darling, okay? let it go until then,” and it causes vi to finally break. caitlyn holds her as she cries softly, rubbing her skin gently and murmuring loving words until vi is able to drift into sleep. after that night, no matter how mad they are at one another, they make sure they don’t fall asleep that way, because they both know what it’s like to be lonely and responsible for things they can’t control and what it‘s like to go to bed feeling hopeless; they’ll never be the cause of those things for one another.

once things settle down some in piltover after the events in season 1, caitlyn insists on taking vi clothing shopping, both because vi needs clothes (having been in prison for years), and because caitlyn (both of them, really) needs a distraction from everything that’s happened and of course her mother (i personally am holding out hope that she survives). vi refuses at first, but eventually she caves if only to please caitlyn—because she’s a useless lesbian—so they go out one day together. vi put her foot down that she didn’t want anything expensive, and her stubbornness lands them at a couple secondhand shops in a lower district. she’s awkward about finding clothes because she knows very little about fashion and doesn’t get how some people enjoy clothes shopping, and that discomfort only increases when she learns she should try stuff on before buying it to make sure she likes it. she also doesn’t like that they’re there for her and her only, as she’s never liked being the center of attention. to help alleviate her distress some, caitlyn picks out some things for herself, that way vi doesnt feel so alienated and it’s something they’re doing together. vi teases her about her status and wearing secondhand clothes, but caitlyn actually ends up liking some of the things she finds, and some end up more comfortable than the most expensive things in her wardrobe. when it comes time to try things on, vi refuses to let caitlyn into the changing room to help her, but it doesn’t take long for her to quietly ask if caitlyn can come in and help zip/button up something. caitlyn compliments everything she tries on, ignoring her very gay internal thoughts, and vi calls her out for just saying that so she’ll buy stuff, but secretly, she’s also having very gay internal thoughts because what if caitlyn actually likes how she looks??? overall it turns out to be a lighthearted day that helps them to think about things not related to what’s going on currently, and they’re able to bond. vi decided that maybe she likes shopping for clothes, but only if caitlyn is there with her.

years after they get together and piltover is much better than it was, caitlyn is sheriff (obviously), and she’s been nagging vi for a while that she should run for a councilor position now that caitlyn’s mom is retiring (again, i want her to survive), as the new system in place involves an election for the people to choose their council, instead of it being something just handed down to anyone. it’s a slow process, and Cassandra is one of the last original councilors when she leaves. vi expresses that she doesn’t want the position, even though part of her does because of all the good she could do with it, because she’s afraid of potentially abusing that kind of power and because she believes that the people won’t elect some nobody from what was once the Undercity, and who was once in jail (despite her name being cleared long ago). she strongly believes that they’ll want someone familiar—someone like a kiramman, someone like caitlyn kiramman. caitlyn strongly objects, and they argue over it, and out of nowhere caitlyn throws out “well, what if you were a kiramman? would you at least think about it?” which stuns both of them into silence, until vi quietly asks, “what?” caitlyn, once overcoming her shock at her outburst, curses vi for ruining everything because she had a whole plan and it was supposed to be romantic and beautiful and she had a whole speech prepared and vi just interrupts her because she’s making no sense. caitlyn gives her a long look, silently debating with herself over what to do, but eventually she sighs and goes over to her nightstand and pulls out a little box, returning to vi with it and dropping to her knees at vi’s feet, who’s sitting at the edge of their bed with a dumbstruck expression. again, she mentions her speech she had planned, so vi asks her to recite it, and caitlyn does, holding eye contact the entire time because she has it memorized, and has had it memorized for months. they’re both crying by the end of it. caitlyn clarifies that she’ll support vi with whatever she wants to do, and she doesn’t give a damn if vi is on the council or not, but she wants very much to marry vi and to be her wife and for vi to be hers. vi nods enthusiastically between tears, unable to find her words, and lets caitlyn slide the very simple, but still elegant, ring onto vi’s finger. she then stands and walks to one of her drawers of the dresser and pulls out a bracelet or some other piece of jewelry, clearly handcrafted. she explains that in the undercity, people couldn’t afford “real” jewelry, especially wedding rings. instead, they would exchange either handmade jewelry or a piece of jewelry special to them, if they already had something (some people would give their partner a parent’s wedding jewelry). vi wanted to share that culture with caitlyn, despite having enough money to buy a ring, because she doesn’t want to forget where she came from. caitlyn wears the bracelet like it’s the most valuable thing in the world, and to her, it is. they make love very sweetly and intimately that night, argument from before forgotten, whispering things like “violet kiramman,” “my beautiful wife,” and other sweet things into each other’s mouths in between every warm kiss. afterwards, when they’re cuddling together in a warm, sort of quiet, haze, vi softly says, “councilor violet kiramman. has a bit of ring to it, huh?” to which caitlyn laughs and responds with, “you have my heart, and i trust you with it entirely. ill happily support you in anything and everything, as long as it’s what you want.” they get married pretty quickly, not caring for a big ceremony but rather something small and intimate, but it’s not for some years later that vi eventually decides to run for the council. and when she does, she isn’t elected because she married into the kiramman family, but because of where she came from, and the hopeful future she represents.

caitlyn’s had a handful of romantic partners before vi (yes im all for womanizer caitlyn kiramman lmao). vi has no idea that she has a bit of a reputation for breaking hearts, even though said reputation is mostly based on the fact that she’s a kiramman. if she were anyone else, it wouldn’t matter so much, but since she isn’t, it’s made into a bigger deal than it is. anyway, vi eventually finds out in some random way, like at some fancy social event caitlyn begged her to go with her as her date (this is prior to when they end up together). caitlyn is visibly awkward and jumpy the entire time, but won’t share why, and vi is perceptive enough to notice the glares she receives every now and then from random strangers—all beautiful women—so eventually vi maybe casually mentions it to someone close to caitlyn like Jayce when caitlyn isn’t with her, who seems to understand immediately and reveals to vi that half of caitlyn’s exes are at the function, and none of them ended well. vi, shocked at this revelation, asks how many is half, and after a quick sweep over the room, Jayce gives a number between three and five. now, not all of caitlyn’s relationships were actual relationships. maybe only like two were, and she’s slept with only one of them, and her other relationships are either short lived flings that she wasn’t attached to (maybe she slept with one or two of them), or just people she’s made out with in an empty hallway or in her room after sneaking them in. Jayce doesn’t know the details of any of this, simply because he’s like an older brother to caitlyn and no one wants to know anything about their sibling’s romantic life or sex life—vi gets it from caitlyn after asking out of curiosity (and, in all honesty, a bit of amusement because she never expected caitlyn to be such a heartbreaker). it’s a little embarrassing for caitlyn to explain it to her, not because she’s ashamed, but because she’s very into vi (and vice versa) and it’s just awkward having to reveal all of that; caitlyn still wants vi to know, though, because she wants vi to know that she trusts her. later that night after they’re in their pajamas, vi hangs out in caitlyn’s room and they have a long talk about a lot of things, including relationships, and Caitlyn learns about vi’s past “arrangements,” as she calls them. it oddly enough brings them closer, and they’re able to learn a lot more about one another after it, as they’re still early into their friendship/whatever is going on between them that they’re skating around.

#arcane #arcane vi #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #piltover’s finest #caitvi #these are all long and completely self indulgent but idc #they make me soft and i love them sm #also these are all fic ideas ive had but seeing as im experiencing major writer’s block rn i won’t get around to writing them #so im dumping them here #i know very little lol lore but shhh it’s fine #im slowly learning more every day #anyway this is pretty much just me rambling lmao #delete later #probably

[atalldrinkofcaprisun]

DON’T WAIT FOR ME AFTER IM GONE (pt5)

silco x reader - fix-it fic - 18+

here we are! sorry this one took so long and thanks for putting up with me! so @aromansoul made this amazing fucking comic that gave me direction: here. if you haven’t read it you should.

MASTER

The docks were silent. Not a shuffle from the group gathered there. The lights of the stone island prison glowed in the distance. A cubic, brutal stone fortress. Searchlights swept across deep, ink blue water at nearly regular intervals. The signature Piltover Symmetry was echoed in every inch of the place. You were sure if you took the time to measure it, the distances would be perfect. Linear and predictable, impassive. You hated the sight of it. A bleak reminder of exactly what Piltover thought everyone from Zaun deserved. The propriety they so treasured on blatant display, a prison.

The sound of a cigar clipper cut through the night. One methodical motion and a soft plunk as the snipped tobacco fell into the river below. You shifted the weight of your left leg to your right so you were now leaning towards Silco. He stood tall, his back straight and shoulders level, bolstered by his large coat. The crimson and charcoal collar turned up against the wind. The asymmetry that had become the staple of Zaunite fashion over the decade was proudly displayed. Filigree gold vines and leaves wrapped around the crimson cuffs. He had a few jackets like this, but this one was your favorite. His too. He wore it when he needed to feel like The Eye, not The King. Silco wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty for his cause, you were intimately aware of this.

He inhaled deeply through his nose. His visible lidless eye fixed on the Prison in the distance, “Do you remember how we met?” His voice was soft, almost wistful in its depth. He rarely spoke like this with anyone but you and Jinx in earshot.

You smiled at him all the same, “Forgetting something like that would be rude.”

“It wasn’t the best meeting,” he turned so he could see you with his good eye, “but you never really left. I would turn and there you were.”

“You saved my life.” You turned to face him now, the memory of that night so long ago dancing between your ears. You were a very different person then, with very different problems and outcomes lying ahead.

Silco had changed all of that, simply by going on a walk on the right night, at the right pier, and caring just enough to save you from yourself. He’d taken you in, gave you work and protection and a dream worth living for.

He gave you Love. A family you’d never dreamed of ever having for yourself. He’d done more than just save your life on a filthy pier. He’d helped you make a home, “You, and her.” You slid your hand into him, just for a moment before letting it fall again, “It only makes sense that you’d save her here too.”

He smiled, “Saving you was one of the only choices I have ever made with no regret.” He stated, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world, “Thank you.” His hand raised to gently brush his fingertips against your cheek, any trace of pain floating away from his expression.

You felt the warmth bloom on your chill bitten cheeks as you blushed, “Shut up, old man,” you murmured. He looked across your features as if committing it to his memory. As if you were a beautiful, fascinating item he was in awe of beholding. Dustin coughing behind you both broke the moment.

His hand withdrew and slid into his jacket’s lapels. You looked back towards the target, feeling very very warm. The golden embossed lighter was pulled from the pocket in his coat, and the scene tensed. Muscles coiling, prepared to leap the moment they saw the spark. The sound of the flint and steel brushing and the flame appearing. The signal was sent.

Silco brought the cigar up to his lips, inhaling deeply. Three, two, one-

The side of the building exploded with a flash of light, with the number of chembombs that you, Ran and Dustin had planted earlier, you expected it to be louder. Until it was suddenly bursting into your ears, Silco exhaled his first curl of thick pale smoke.

The good thing about most of Piltover being unable to look at you too long without damaging their sensibilities was you could be practically invisible when you needed to be. The three of you made a very effective shadow unit. You had been across the river and back in a single day. The efficiency of Silco’s crew remained impeccable. The sirens wailed in the distance and Silco raised his hand, “Go.” A flick of his fingers and Chemstrikers launched forwards. This particular version was carefully suited for this exact purpose. The metal casing shining in the Hexlight, landing in the water with heavy splashes and rocketing onwards. Wave one, “The rest of you, to the boats.”

Ren’s voice called out, “You got it boss,” their tone more commanding than you had ever heard. People stepping up as leaders for their new world. It was inspiring. You could feel the anxiety clawing in your chest settling ever so slightly, “Wendell and Bee take point!” They finished their orders and the group on the docks separated, leaving just you and Silco. He had changed the plan.

You tried to read his face. The way his eyebrow was set with a deep-seated concern. His gaze fixed ahead, not moving from the stone fortress that had begun to blaze, “She wasn’t on that side. Her sister wouldn’t have lied.” His tone was clipped. You gently slid your hand into his free one, he was very far away. One million different thoughts careening around in his head as he debated the possibilities and outcomes of tonight’s events. So far there hadn’t been so much as a hiccup and perfectly made him walk the edge of a knife. He was anxious, you could feel it now that you were alone and his mask naturally relaxed, “She’s going to be fine.”

He hummed briskly in reply, taking another drag, “And if they’ve already executed her?”

You shook your head, “No. They wouldn’t kill her. Not with how they rolled over.”

The airships were deployed from Piltover’s hangers. You watched the blimps moving through the air, fire aid intermingled with the enforcer's colors. Silco put two of his fingers to his mouth and whistled a few notes of “Dear Friend Across The River”, an old first rebellion code.

The Chemstriders that had been hidden in one of the nearby warehouses extended the Flaretanks and soared upwards into the sky. The move was calculated and countered easily. Silco was the sharpest strategist in centuries. He had contingencies for his contingencies. Especially now, with his daughter and the world, he had worked so long and hard to create in the balance. His face was impassive, ember eye glaring into the night, “We’d better get going as well.” Silco’s voice was still low, he moved closer to you, “I need to see her myself.”

You frowned, “Is it safe?”

He scoffed, “Safety isn’t relevant, my love.” There was still affection in the pet name.

“That’s not what I mean, Sil. You’re the ruling head of Zaun as far as anyone is concerned. If something happens to you-“

“Nothing will happen to me.” He lifted his boot and rubbed the glowing cherry of his cigar into the sole, “And if it did, you would do a marvelous job bringing me back once again.”

“We don’t know if that would even work.”

“Wouldn’t it? Jinx was revived. As was I. The pain is tolerable if it means I get to draw breath.”

“You and Jinx got lucky, Sil. Who knows if it’ll work a second time?” You felt your chest tighten at the thought of seeing Silco like that again. Broken and bloody, inching closer and closer to death. A future without Silco was even more terrifying now that you had almost been given that reality.

You didn’t have time for this. Jinx was in danger. You collected the images and threw them to the furthest corners of your brain. That reality hadn’t happened. You didn’t have to worry about it. You took a shuddering breath as if you had only just at that moment remembered you needed it for survival. Hands were holding your cheeks, you focused on the familiar features pulled into an expression you hadn’t seen in a very long time. You had wanted to avoid being a bother. Silco’s mismatched eyes fluttered around your face, taking every bit of you in.

The tobacco on his breath was potent and fresh, and his cologne mixed with it to create the smell that lingered on everything he touched. His thumb brushed against your cheek, “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. If you’re distracted by your emotions it could cost us our child.”

“It won’t,” you replied all too quickly, “Jinx is the only priority right now. We need to go.”

Silco opened his mouth as if he was going to protest before sighing and nodding, “We are not done with this conversation, lovely.” He let his hand trace across the span of your cheekbone before sliding down to tilt your head ever so slightly to the side facing the columns of smoke and flame that were bursting from the prison. You almost hated how well he melted any wall you were attempting to keep up. Silco kissed along your jaw once, twice, and then finally pressed your lips together. You wrapped your arms around his waist under his jacket, wanting to get as close to him as you possibly could. The tidal wave of worry that had been making its home in your chest exploded. You understood why he had sent everyone else away instead of leading them now. You hated crying in front of people. He was always so strong and you wanted to prove you were just as immovable. His hands pulled you tighter. Your screams were muffled by his chest. If you bothered his still tender bullet holes, he didn’t show it. His hand went into your hair, holding you to him, and you let your tears melt into him.

You fixated on the fibers of his coat, the embossed black floral designs. Red and gold embellishments blurred until you focused on them. A small strand of blue lay caught on the coat fibers. You reached up with careful hands and pulled it away, for such a small thing that you had usually seen as a benign annoyance, it felt so heavy. You couldn’t get your fingers to release it, an action that had become second nature to you. An ice-cold droplet fell from onto your shoulder, and then another. The rain wasn’t going to get unpleasant yet, lightly pattering down onto metal, skin, leather, and stone. Was she scared? Did she know you were still coming for her?

His lips pressed a kiss just beneath your jaw where it met your neck, “For luck,” a soft sigh against your skin. And then his heat was gone. The docks returned. The siren cut. The Second Signal and with a final kiss to your forehead, he stood back and set off down the dock to the boat currently being held to the dock by Warren. “Stay close to me.” He gave you that Cheshire half-smile, pulling his knife from his coat and twirling it skillfully between his fingers, “Just like the old days.”

You followed with your head held high.

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#dontwaitformeafterimgone.series #silco x reader #so we got a feast of costuming content and i’m obsessed with costuming leave me be.

[cupcait]

@vilence​​  asked   .   ‘  you  warned  me  .  ‘ ​ ​      ┊┊.   there’s  always  a  downside  .

     Death had been risk she’d long prepared for . A fear instilled deep within since Grayson’s presumed death : not of her own tragedy , but of remaining lights in her life snuffed out — without another word , another hug , another goodbye . 

     She’d sworn to protect her people . All of Piltover . Doing so required keeping her alive ; being cautious , overly alert — paranoid , as so many would put it — to ensure Piltover’s Finest’s work can continue . Ensure their love could continue …

     Someone else to protect now . Someone else to live for , die for if necessary . 

     No surprise Hex would be the one pulling the trigger . Another sick game , picking them off one by one . How unlucky for Hex Caitlyn had long noticed the signs , be it in intermittent giggles , way their finger twitched towards trigger . Easy to gain upper hand when tells are so simple , though screams between three siblings helped to drown out rifle’s shot more than silencer ever could . Moment she fires , she tosses rifle aside , legs carrying her before she can stop to think if twins have noticed .  No surprise Caitlyn would rush to block bullet intended for Vi . That must have been what demonic twin intended , all along : Vi , rushing for wounded Jinx , only to collide with fatally wounded lover . 

     How foolish they are to think they’d ever have the up on her again . Father had began crafting protective undervest for some time , carefully tailored in fashion no different than usual enforcer ops uniforms . This is what she knew would come . Not as unpredictable as they may have thought , it seems .

     Twisted grin still manic in its own amusement hardly falls when Kiramman’s bullet tears through skull . Form collides with concrete rings such a dreadful thud , Sheriff’s form falling into Vi’s arms not long after . Figure may feel weak , breathless , no doubt the reason Vi’s wails begin again . You warned me . You warned me . I couldn’t stop them . Over and over again , Caitlyn hears their cries , yet the strength to reply cannot be found until silenced adrenaline dissipates throughout chest .

     “ I did . “ One hand seeks partner’s , the other holding abdomen . “ It doesn’t matter . It’s over now . “

#:') #me crying into my chicken as i do this #vilence #*˚⁺‧͙ i’m on the case. . in. #TIMELINE. what could have been.

[citywatcher]

ROMANCE HEADCANONS !! →   repost, do not reblog !!

name :  Caitlyn Farleigh nickname : Sheriff, Cupcake gender : female romantic orientation :  grey-asexual/aromantic preferred pet names :   Cupcake is only a thing Vi calls her. I feel like Cait wouldn’t really be into pet names and Cupcake is a special case because she and Vi work together. Cait might throw in a ‘dear’ towards her partner every now and then, but that’s also part of particular Piltover districts’ speech. relationship status : Single favorite canon ship :  N/A favorite non-canon ship :  In main verse I can probably see Caitlyn/Miss Fortune and Caitlyn/Jayce as this low-key casual thing. The only other AU I’ve thought about is Pulsefire, where I thought about Caitlyn/Ezreal and Caitlyn/Ashe. opinion on true love :  It’s a thing for some people, and isn’t for others. Caitlyn has coworkers with spouses who seem truly in love and other coworkers whose relationships are a mess. She doesn’t consider herself available to have something as idealistic as ‘true love,’ but if she undergoes drastic changes in her outlook on life she might experience it in the future. It’s a possibility Caitlyn hasn’t ruled out but thinks very unlikely. opinion on love at first sight : lol how ‘romantic’ are they? : Caitlyn’s relationships have been short-term hookups, so not very. Some of her partners have given her gifts and she’s keen enough on social etiquette to be able to reciprocate, but it’s not something she really enjoys; she doesn’t really feel attachment to others that way. Giving gifts is something she gives her ‘family’ at the precinct, and her actual family.  ideal physical traits : Caitlyn actually has pretty high standards. While people don’t have to be models or absolutely gorgeous, she finds most of her initial appeal in a person’s presentation. And even that can be misleading, given how easy it is for people in Piltover to conceal their bodies with augments. While Cailtyn won’t rule out a partner just because they have augments, fake augments are also a thing and she wants to know if someone has a reasonable explanation for having them, or if they’re vain enough to pretend to have them. ideal personality traits : People that can give her a challenge and can keep up with her wit. It’s not necessarily about being clever, but about being put together and charismatic. And Caitlyn would want a partner that is mature about their situation and understands that there’s a distance that has to exist between people in her sort of situation and any person she might be intimate with. I’d say Caitlyn gravitates towards intelligence a lot though. unattractive physical traits : I guess people that present themselves as slobs? Caitlyn’s both not particular about physical traits and very particular about them because she might balk at someone just for having one loose button in their dress shirt (which is admittedly, a fashion crime in Piltover). unattractive personality traits : Weak personalities. You don’t have to always stand out from the crowd, but you do have to stand on your own. People who are disrespectful of authority don’t appeal to Caitlyn, but those who suck up to them are just as bad. She actually doesn’t mind people who can toe the line between danger and the law... ideal date : Caitlyn’s fond of nighttime entertainment, which is common in Piltover. The theater, the club, nighttime festivals, etc. Or escapades into the woods, particularly if her partner can also hunt like her. Then they’d have quite a time. do they have a type? :  No? average relationship length :  They’re usually friends with benefits cases, where Caitlyn might go months without seeing someone, due to schedule conflicts, and then only just meet up for the one night. When Caitlyn was younger she considered a woman she was seeing as her girlfriend, but after a week they realized that they both preferred their relationship to be more casual, and never made it very serious. preferred non-sexual intimacy :  Not a lot - Caitlyn’s not a very touchy person outside sexual encounters. It’d probably be more of symbolic intimacy, something as simple as sitting in a room together working on separate things. Caitlyn likes her space. commitment level :  Pretty much no commitment. Caitlyn makes sure to prioritize her work and her professional relationships over her partners. opinion of public affection : As long as it doesn’t interfere with her work environment, Caitlyn doesn’t care. She’s not a very affectionate person herself, though. past relationships? : She’s had a few. I originally wrote that Caitlyn was once involved with a wealthy aristocrat but I think I’ll drop that and only keep her short term relationships.

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#sheriff's files. #seems appropriate for today