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redskull199987 · 2 years

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The Beginning of Something Big

Viktor x genderneutral!reader

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Warnings:none basically, it's fluff

Summary: You find a strange note written by Viktor, that says you should come immediately...

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Come immediately.

That's what his note said. Along with a location. It was the giant bridge, that connected Piltover with the Undercity. I was wondering what the hell, he wanted there. I hope, he didn't plan to pay the Undercity a visit again, anytime soon. The last time, he went there, alone I might add, it ended in a disaster, the entire bridge had been closed off.

So naturally, I was worrying about him. I always worried about Viktor. He had a talent for getting himself into trouble. Intentional or not.

So, as I was making my way through the empty streets of Piltover, only occasionally encountering a cop or a pedestrian, my mind was racing. I almost slipped and fell multible times, before I finally reached the bridge.

It seemed rather empty. Not a single soul was to be seen. I could only make out a few cargo ships, making their way out into the open sea or towards the save haven of Piltover.

My head shot up as I heard a scream, that suspiciously sounded like Viktor. I promptly made my way across the bridge, looking for everything and anything. My heart stopped for a second, as I saw a figure standing a few meters away from the passage to the Undercity. At first, I thought it was Viktor, but that was impossible. The Person had no cane and they were leaning down on their knee's, panting like they had run a marathon just minutes ago.

"Excuse me?", I mumbled and stepped forward,"Have you seen my friend? He is rather lanky, but tall. And he walks with a cane."

I heard the Person chuckle, as they got up. It sounded familiar, but that couldn't be, could it?

"I won't need that cane anymore", he mumbled and stepped out of the shadow. I gasped, as I finally realized, that it was indeed Viktor, who was standing in front of me. Now that he was able to fully stand up straight, his form hovered over me, as he stepped closer.

"Viktor!", I gasped,"How did you-"

I was at loss of words. I still wasn't fully understanding, how Viktor was able to stand here right in front of me, without his cane, when mere days ago, he fainted in the lab and woke up in the hospital, with a final diagnose.

"Hextech", Viktor mumbled and pointed at his leg. I kneeled down, as he kept on explaining.

"I used the runes and spells to create what we had always dreamed about", he smiled.

I carefully eyed his leg. In contrast to his usually very pale skin, his leg glimmered in a dark purple, his veines poking out of his skin. I noticed the Runes he was talking about. They were carved into his prosthesis. I lifted my hand and softly ran my fingers over them. They started glowing under my touch. I stared at his work in awe, until Viktor's hand grabbed mine and he pulled me to my feet again.

"I finally did it, Y/N", he smiled shyly,"All those years of work, all those countless hours at the lab, trying over and over to solve this, all for this moment"

I reciprocated his smile and raised my hand to caress his cheek. Viktor closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"I'm proud of you, Viktor. So incredibly proud. You put so much work into this, you deserve it. And the people you're going to save. This is the beginning of something big!"

"Thank you", Viktor replied and opened his eyes.

"So!", I grinned,"Show me what you can do with that new leg!"

Viktor shyly smiled at me, before throwing his arms around my waist, pulling me up into the air.

I laughed, as he twirled me around. It felt a litle bit weird to see Viktor so strong, stronger then he had ever been.

As he carefully lowered me back down, I couldn't help myself and threw my arms around him in delight, a grin still big on my face. I felt how Viktor gently returned my hug, his arms encircling my waist, as a low chuckle left his lips.

After a few seconds, I reluctantly pulled back to look at Viktor. He looked even more beautiful with such a big smile on his face. He looked so happy, happier than he had been in years.

"It suits you", I said, after a few seconds of us just looking at each other.

"The leg?", Viktor asked curiously.

"No, silly", I giggled,"Your smile! I missed it"

I saw how a deep blush crept up Viktor's neck, as he looked down to hide his embarressment.

I felt bold in that moment, so I leaned forward and softly kissed his cheek, my lips lingering on his skin for a second, before I pulled back.

Viktor blushed even more and I giggled at him. He was cute, when he was nervous.

"Thank you, Y/N",Viktor finally said. I could feel his hands tremble on my waist,"Thank you f-for always supporting me and being t-there for me"

And then he did something, neither of us expected. He leaned forward and sheepishly pressed his lips to mine. It was a short and gentle kiss, but I still felt, what he was trying to say. I sensed his gratefullness, his passion.

"Thank you for letting me be a part of it, Viktor", I smiled, as I pulled back. I leaned my forehead against his and closed my eyes, my hands still around his neck.

"I can't wait for Jayce to see this, he's not gonna believe it", I mumbled.

I heard Viktor chuckle and he nodded:"No, no he won't"

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 2 years

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Silco x gn! Reader - Observant

A/n: I know I'm late to the party on writing for this fandom but really when am I ever on time?

Summary: You're a bartender at the last drop that's really just is good at listening and observing, it's a skill that unbeknownst to you hasn't gone unnoticed

Warnings: Drugs, swearing, a bar, I think that's? You have been warned!

Pronouns used: No pronouns

You knew Silco wasn't necessarily a good person, hell he was the reason most of the people in the undercity were addicts to the famous simmer. Yet that didn't stop you from working for him, he was the most powerful man in Zaun so being at least somewhere in his good graces wouldn't be a bad idea.

You were just a simple bartender doing their work to survive, getting a job at the last drop just seemed like it was a default choice at the time, why wouldn't you? It paid better then most places in the undercity did, it offered some tiny bit of protection, and you could listen in on conversations.

That's what you were good at - observing, being the eyes and ears. You could eavesdrop on any conversation easily enough, you had learned how to read peoples body language, and over the years you had taught yourself how to read lips. Being a bartender at the last drop just seemed like it could keep you out of trouble if you knew the right people to listen in too.

"What would you like?" You question the man that had angrily stomped over to the bar stool and nearly knocked the chair over when he sat on it. The guy was surely furious, meaning information with a couple of drinks and the right words would flow out of him without a hitch. Perfect entertainment for the night.

He grumbles out his order and you make sure to raise your eyebrow at him when you pass his drink to him.

"Tough night?"

The man takes a sip of his drink and groans and the cold ice of anger is finally broken, meaning you could at last get him to start talking.

"I'm just in trouble with my job."

You shake your head and just laugh at this man, if he was over in this side of the undercity it probably meant that his job had some sort of connection with the big man upstairs, and this was Silco's bar after all.

"Do tell; I have nothing better left to do." You shrug your shoulders while preparing him another drink noticing that he was nearly done his first.

In reality you could probably be making more money around here and tips so you could get paid more but like you said before free entertainment. Most of the time, you can't put a price on that.

"I shouldn't really say anything-" He glances over to some of the "higher ups" and throws everything away when you send the next drink over. He doesn't think they're looking, he's wrong there's always at least one eye looking and listening to everything.

He just landed on the doorstep.

"Ah fuck it, it's not like you care."

That was the best thing this guy had said all night, poetic really because you didn't care, not enough for this to even matter. This was just a game you liked to play, and he had fallen into your trap.

"I sold separately some of the shimmer shipments that I was supposed to give to some important people." The man slams his hands down onto the tables, "There I said it!"

Lord, this guy really is an idiot.

"The ultimate street rat you are aren't you? Stealing some of the boogeyman's shares? That's a power move let me tell you that, lots of girls would hit you up for it too. Well... depending on these so called "important" people you were supposed to give the packages too." You wink before getting him his third drink.

He bites his lip before shaking his head and downing the rest of his drink.

"Just another councilor."

You freeze, your hand hovering over the cup your about to handover to him. This wasn't supposed to get serious, what was this guy thinking really? Like he's in some deep shitty waters but he might as well have been pulling you down with him. What happens if someone finds out that you knew? But how would you tell someone that would believe you enough to tell it to the boss?

In a split second you're smiling at the man again and handing him his drink.

"Damn man, that's tuff as hell."

The man goes to open his big mouth to respond but he's stopped by who you've gotten know as Sevika, Silco's right-hand women.

"L/n, the boss wants to see you."

Usually she looked bored out of her mind when she took people away to go see the famous kingpin but this time she looked confused. She had no idea why he wanted to see you, the funny thing is neither did you - not really anyways. Unless he had just heard your conversation with the man of course and thought you were in on it somehow.

That would really suck.

But this was the undercity you weren't going to show that you were scared and trying to find the answers before you got there, weakness here wasn't tolerated very well. Indifference though? Oh, that was perfect.

So you just nodded your head and went with her, what else could you do?

_______________________

His office you found wasn't extremely big, but it was still bigger then most apartments in Zaun. Although you could feel the death and danger that raided from this room, or maybe it was from a certain individual.

"So what did you find out?" He spun around in his velvet chair to look at you.

You're dumbfound, the industrialist of Zaun is smirking at you as if you were old friends, or something more. As of he knew exactly what you did every time you came to the last drop. You haven't even met the zaunite in your life but both his eyes were nearly calm and friendly. Moreover they held... Respect.

You realized that you were staring at the attractive man in front of you for far too long once he raised his eyebrows in response to your dumbfound silence.

You blinked your eyes a couple of times to make sure what you're seeing is real before you nervously clear your throat.

"I'm sorry sir... But what the fuck?"

You had expected him to stop looking at you like he has been since you've come into the room, or for him to remind you that you can't talk like that to him but he doesn't he simply repeats his question or demand...

"What did the scum tell you?"

"How did you-" You start with your eyes wide knowing that you could get into some trouble for this if you weren't careful.

He chuckles and looks at you and you know you're looking straight into the eye of Zaun. The irises was burning and the black sclera devouring everything in it's path, getting anything it wanted.

You could see it's intent know, it wanted you.

"You shouldn't think so little of me Y/n, I see you. I'm surprised you haven't seen me watching with you being so observant, you basically see everything."

He gives you an animalistic smile and he stands up places his hands on his desk abruptly causing you to flinch.

"Making you useful."

You shiver as he looks you up and down, his eyes peeling off your clothes with just a couple of looks.

"Come here." He motions his hands to his chair and you hesitantly go to sit in the (surprisingly) comfy chair.

He traps you beneath him griping both the arms rests making it impossible to look anywhere but him.

"You're an important asset you me Y/n, I'll need you coming to the last drop more often and at the end of your shift every night you must report back to me."

Then he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and your breath caught in your throat, and in that moment you knew that you wouldn't deny this man anything ever.

"Yes," You breathed out. "I'll do it, whatever you want."

He practically purrs as he pulls your face closer to his.

"Perfect, now tell me everything you know."

#silco x reader #arcane #leauge of legends #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #silco #silco x gn! reader #Observant #delusion writes #silco arcane x reader #arcane x reader #arcane silco x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Hiiii!!!!! I've been seeing your posts since i started tumblr, they were awesome! And now i was like, why the fu- i dont follow them!? and here we are. ahem. Sooo there is a mind that hanging in my mind since these days.

The reader has smaller chest than other womans. (Not too small, like c cup). They are feeling sad about it, and asking Kayn (Leauge of Legends- Heartsteel!Kayn) like,

"Baby, are my breasts are...too small?"

I want to see his reaction! And it would be awesome if you could...end it with a smut!

Love ya', i love ur works!!! <3

(It's okay if you dont see this! And sorry for bad grammar, English is not my main language, i am still a leaner!)

Mood cause I'm on the smaller side too.

Pairing: Heartsteel!Kayn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, insecurity, small breasts, kissing, reassurance, cum shot, nipple play

A/N: His eyes remind of Silco and I still don't know how to feel about that.

Doesn't really see where these insecurities are coming from, just cause some women have bigger tits doesn't mean they're better or sexier

Not to him anyway, he is with you isn't he, that should be enough to tell you he finds you plenty attractive

There's no part of you he would change even if he could and you can take that statement and put it in a vault

Odd that his words seem to have no effect on you this time around

If not then maybe his actions can make you see how he sees you, how sexy you are to him

All you need to do is let him show you

You may not have enough to give him a boobjob but he can still rub his hard cock against your soft breasts

And across your nipples too

Kayn smirks down at you as he grabs the base of his cock and presses the tip against one hard nipple to the other, feeling them harden under his cock

Pushes his cock between your breasts so you can have a chance to lick the tip, taste the cum he has for you

Just from your tits, he's already so close

Can't you see how much this simple act is turning him on, you're letting him use your breasts for his pleasure, however he wants and he couldn't be more pleased that you trust him with your body to this degree

As for where he chooses to come, well he thought that would be obvious

Right across your tits, it's why this whole thing started and it's where it will finish, where he will finish

#league of legends x reader #lol x reader #kayn x reader #league of legends imagine #lol imagine #kayn imagine #league of legends headcanon #lol headcanons #kayn headcanons #league of legends smut #lol smut #kayn smut #league of legends x you #lol x you #kayn x you #league of legends x female reader #lol x female reader #kayn x female reader #x female reader

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jaca3rys · 2 years

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Some random person: spells Viktor as Victor

Me:YOU DISGUSTING, PUTRID, HORRENDOUS FUCK OF A PERSON, THE DISRESPECT.

#league of legends arcane #viktor #league of legends fanart #silco my beloved #silco fanart #lol silco #leauge of legends #lol arcane #arcane lol #arcane memes #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #viktor the machine herald #viktor lol #viktor league of legends #vik❣️

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venomousocean · 2 years

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Silco x buff fem!reader

He is a TWINK, very noticeable next to her.

-Silco is a very slender man. He’s long and fairly thin. His body is sharp, and while he’s in decent shape, ya boy is missing the big guns

-You are not

-Standing at 5’11 and ~200 lbs, you’re a big girl. Your arms are toned and abs defined, and he absolutely loves it

-Some nights you act as a bouncer at the bar. According to Sevika, you do a damn good job of throwing people out

-Silco enjoys being thrown as well, but in a more private setting

-He loves when you tower over him. In the beginning of knowing him, he would stand back far enough that you couldn’t loom. Over time you grew closer, and now your presence makes him feel secure

-Once you pushed him against the wall and put your arm up. The man entered cardiac arrest

-When it’s quiet and your alone, he’ll trace over your muscles gently. You do the same with his scar, although much more tender. Every time you cup his cheek in your hand, he holds back a noise. Silco can barely wrap his head around someone so rough being so gentle just for him

-He’s got them issues, so it takes a while for him to let you touch his scar. At the beginning he would grit his teeth, but now he just relaxes

-Jinx lives for your training sessions. Obviously you don’t hurt her, but the two of you can rock

-Silco is VERY protective of Jinx. When he sees you act the same, his chest swells

Basically I’m emotionally attached to another morally dark man, pls send asks for him

#silco #arcane #leauge of legends #silco x reader #jinx #silco headcanon #silco x you

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immortalbumblebee · 2 years

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City of Iron and Glass Masterlist

Vander X OC (second POV)

Some are born a child of the Underground, but you were adopted by the smoke-filled city. You had to learn to love it, which you did wholeheartedly. But fighting to survive breeds a fiery soul, and soon you become more than willing to fight to protect your city, your people, and your family. Pre-canon.

Originally posted to AO3, now also posted to here

Chapter One: Scrap Metal

Chapter Two: Cogs

Chapter Three: Metallic Bonding

Chapter Four: Fused Together

Chapter Five: Molten Steel

Chapter Six: Steel Bars

Chapter Seven: Rusted, not Broken

Chapter Eight: Pressure Forged

Chapter Nine: Chink in One’s Armour

Chapter Ten: Iron-Clad Defense

Chapter Eleven: Foreign Material

Chapter Twelve: Fighting Tooth and Nail

Chapter Thirteen: Well-Oiled Machine

Chapter Fourteen: Mending Plate

Chapter Fifteen: Support Beam

Chapter Sixteen: Iron Shackles

Chapter Seventeen: Corrosion

#masterlist #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane fanfic #arcane leauge of legends #vander arcane #arcane league of legends #vander x reader #vander x oc #writing #arcane benzo #arcane silco #young vander #young silco #young benzo #original character #oc fanfic #Spotify

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jeaniebean111 · 2 years

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Silco😋

Might try digital art soon🤔😵

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piggycyberwarrior · 1 year

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how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument //HC

Summary: how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument?

Includes: Ekko, Silco

a/n: No proof read, have fun reading and dont be shy requesting, I love request.

Ekko:

Well, it happened in a bad argument

You had a fight because he didn't seem to understand that he should take care of himself and that you were worried about him.

"Don't you understand?" he was almost shouting "I am the leader of the Firelights! I can't play it safe while my allies risk their lives and die in battle! I don't have time for this!"

"I'm just worried about you, Ekko. If you would just be a little more carefu-" "If you wouldn't be so childish, we wouldn't be arguing right now!" "You know that's not true!"

“oh fuck off! You just don't want me to go because you don't want me to be out with the others!”

"What are you talking about! I don't care about that. I just don't want you to die!" Now you were desperately screaming with thick tears running down your cheek and leaving red streaks on your face

He wouldn't listen to you. He just pushed you away and didn't seem to care about your feelings. But you did care about him. Just the thought that he would die someday on a mission turned your stomach in an unpleasant way.

your suppressed sobs filled the now silent room

only now he seemed to notice your tears- his eyes widened slightly

"Shit, Firefly I-I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to make you cry. Shit. Forgive me.

The boy stuttered in panic as he tried to gently wipe your tears from your face.

"I'm sorry, I really am." he whispered as he spread little kisses all over your face. little 'I love you's' after each kiss

you scrunched your nose and mumbled "I just don't want you to get hurt. I know what you do is important, but every time you leave, I'm afraid you won't come back. That's scares me.

“’m sorry, Firefly.” he said after he kissed you on the nose.

"I try to be more careful. It's just that as a leader, I can't play it safe. Everyone relies on me."

"I know," you sighed as you pressed your face into his chest.

"Come on I'll make it up to you." he said with a smile as he picked you up and threw you on the bed.

you shrieked when he did that. "Here comes the tickle monster! Gaaahhh!!!"

A few hours later you two were lying in bed. Legs tangled together. Your head was on his chest.

"Babe?" asked Ekko since you two hadn't talked in a while. "Mmm, Noodle Doodle?" he chuckled.

Slowly he turned to you till you were facing each other. His breath over your lips.

A quick kiss- "I love you, Y/n" "Mhm, I love me too." he pinched your side. "Ouch, I'm kidding! I love you too big baby."

Silco:

He's a busy man, everybody knows that.

so it was clear that he missed dates or couldn't spend as much time with you as he did sitting at his desk writing papers

but sometimes it looked like he liked the paperwork more than he liked you

And when he missed your anniversary, something inside you burst. And before you knew it, razor-sharp words flew between the two of you.

"I'm just saying you should spend a little more time with me! Hell, you even missed our anniversary!"

"It's just a day like any other! Don't be so resentful. I just have to work a lot not like you! Why do you think I am where I am right now!"

"I don't want you to give up all your work! I just want maybe one hour with my boyfriend! It would be enough if you would sleep in my room, but hell you always fall asleep on your desk!" you said with a raised voice.

it was too much for you. Couldn't he understand? Couldn't he sacrifice even a few minutes for you, was that too much to ask? angry tears pooling in your eyes

he straightened up, trying to strengthen his dominance.

"Fine!" you snorted, walking past him. If he didn't want your company, you wouldn't bother him. Silco sighed, "Y/n-" too late, because you slammed the door to his office and ran into your room.

Hours passed. Silco was not looking for you. It was better that way. You looked terrible. Red eyes, a runny nose, tousled hair and a damn headache.

At some point Sevika came to look for you.

"you look like shit." "Mhm" "Ok what happened?" "Nothing." "I'll talk to him."

she went to him and told him no matter what kind of fight you had, you should end it and that it bothers everyone

silco just sighed and stroked his hair back.

Sevika was right, he knew that. He himself noticed how his thoughts drifted to you, his concentration dwindled.

He let himself sink back into his chair. It did not help. He has to talk to you.

You were lying under your thick blanket when a firm knock broke the silence

The door was opened and Silco entered the darkness of your room

"Y/n-" "What do you want?" you said somewhat briskly with a hoarse voice from all the crying.

Your back turned to him

He sat down on your bed, his weight made the mattress dip a bit

"Love, look at me” you turned around

His breath caught a little when he saw your red eyes. Had it really affected you that much? When he thought about it, he had really acted a bit coldly.

He exhaled a deep puff of air and put his cold hand on your puffy face

"I'm sorry darling. I didn't pay attention to your feelings and reacted coldly. That was childish of me. I know how much that means to you. and i hope i can make it up to you for the missed anniversary”

"Even if it's just a day like any other?" you said with a raised brow

“I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it" he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead

"Mhmmmmm you have to make it up to me with 100- no 1000 kisses. And I want cuddles." you command in a childish demanor

“Everything you want darling.”

#ekko x reader angst/fluff #silco x reader angst fluff #leauge of legends imagine #leauge of legends writing #arcane ekko x reader #arcane silco x reader #arcane angst to fluff #arcane crying in an argument

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piggycyberwarrior · 1 year

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What nicknames the Arcane characters would give you //HC

Summary: What nicknames the Arcane Characters would give you. And what nicknames you would give them

Includes: Ekko, Vi, Silco, Jinx

a/n: Jinx’ is a little short. Daily reminder that your special and I love youu

Warnings: none

Ekko:

I think he would stick with the normal couple names like babe, baby ect.

but he would also call you "firefly" or "sunshine" when you are alone.

You on the other hand.... hehehe.....

“Hey Mister Man! Do you need anything? I'm going grocery shopping now."

“What?”

“I. Am. going. grocery. shopping. do. you. need. something, cookie kiss?”

you call him names like: “Macho Mack”, “Noodle doodle”, “Nutter butter” “cutie patootie” (last ones my fav)

Sometimes he just chuckles from the hilarious nicknames, but he loves them. Also that you are so creative about that.

Vi:

it is logical that vi calls you cupcake or sweet cheeks.

that's what she had called you even before you were together

i think vi is with someone who holds her back when she gets into another fight

like a mother figure (my opinion...)

So I think that she likes it when you call her nicknames like: “sweetie”, “Blub”, or “Pumpkin”

“Hey Love, could you pass me the salt please?” “mhmmm, if I get a kiss.” she slyly said. you chuckled. “Of course sweetie.”

Silco:

Silco, silco, silco.

He would definitely call you names like: beloved, darling or love (i want thaattttt!!)

he started it when you accidentally hurt yourself once and he patched you up-

"this is going to hurt a little bit, darling." "What, what did you call me?" “Darling?”

Y/n EXE. has stopped working.

“Love why is your nose bleeding? Here, a tissue.” silco said concerned

;)

until then, you didn't think he would use nicknames. he was always so serious. So you started doing that too

“Mhmmm.” groaned silco pleasantly as you played with his hair.

“I love you, Handsome.” God you dont know how much he loves hearing that from you.

Jinx:

jinx would give you some crazy nicknames

Pudding Pop, cuddly-wuddly, snookums everything out of the ordinary

“Snookums? Ah here you are! Look what I found!!” she giggled as she showed you what she found on a mission.

“Mhm? Oh thats cool, Ducky!”

you, on the other hand, like to call her names like: Ducky, Bee, Birdie.

She really likes them and is deeply offended when you call her by her real name.

No shit, She then sulks like a toddler

#arcane imagines #arcane Vi #arcane jinx #arcane silco #arcane ekko #arcane headcanons #arcane fluff #leauge of legends imagine #leauge of legends headcanons #ekko x reader nicknames #vi x reader nicknames #silco x reader nicknames #jinx x reader nicknames

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Rainy Afternoons

Viktor x gender!neutral Reader

Word count:1.2k

Waenings:Rain?

Summary:You wallow in the past as Viktor joins you in the comforting rain...

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Rain always felt comfortable to me. It reminded me a lot of the Undercity, or the Nation of Zaun, how they call it now. But Viktor and I had left the Undercity a long time ago. A lot had changed since then. We met Jayce, we invented Hextech and Jayce had become a Pioneer of Sience, while Viktor prefered to stay in the Shadow .

I revided all that had happended, while I let the Rain quietly hit my face. My eyes opened and my gaze wandered over Piltover. The Lab offered an amazing View of the City. I saw lots of different People wandering through the streets. Most of them carrying Umbrella's, only a few were desperately trying to escape the Rain.

I closed my Eyes again , trying to concentrate on the sound of the Rain. blending out the loud City noises.

"What are you doing here?"

A smile appeared on my face, after hearing that beautiful Voice, immediately recognizing it as Viktor's.

"I'm enjoying the Rain", I mumbled and turned around. Viktor looked at me perplexed.

"You're gonna catch a cold", he stated and slowly walked towards me. Dripplets of Water started to run down his face, as he was also exoposed to the Rain now. I smiled at him. My hand rose to carry his face. Viktor slowly closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

"It reminds me of the Undercity", I mumbled, letting my hand fall to the railing of the Balcony. Viktor's eyes followed my movement and he leaned aginst the Railing, also letting his gaze wander over the busy streets of Piltover.

"It's been quite a while, hm?", Viktor asked. I only nodded, slowly stepping closer. He turned towards me, his entire attention focued on me now. I smiled at the Man in front of me and carefully took his hand. Viktor interwined our Fingers and squeezed my Hand slighty. I looked back up at him, only to find his face inches away from mine. Vikotor's other Hand rose to carres my Cheek.

" We should go inside", he mumbled. "Just a few more seconds", I mumbled , eying his lips. Viktor noticed my action. I saw him close his eyes, before our lips collided in a tender kiss. His lips were soft against mine and i felt him pull me closer by my hand.

"Viktor", I mumbled against his lips. My hands rose to his Chest, while I felt Viktor grab my Waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Our lips connected again, but this time it was more passionate. I felt how he pushed me up against the Railing of the Balcony, as we were suddenly interruprd.

"What are you two doing there?", I heard Jayce chuckle.

Viktor and I broke apart almost immediately. I glanced over Vikotor's shoulder, only to find a grinning Jayce Talis, standing at the Entrace of the Balcony.

"Enjoying the Rain", Viktor smiled and turned around. He took my Hand again and slighty pulled me into his Side.

"Anywyas, you should come inside now or you'll catch a Cold", Jayce smiled.

"See?! That's exactly what I told you?", Vikotor asked, a fake expression of Indignation on his Face. I only giggled at him and started to walk back inside. Viktor followed suit.

It wasn't until we got back inside that I realized how cold I actually was. I hugged myself, as I started to shiver, due to the the cold water soaking my clothes. Suddenly, I felt someone hug me from behind. I looked over my shoulder, as I saw a smiling Viktor. "Come on", he mumbled,"Let's get into some dry Clothes."

I only nodded and followed him towards our Room.

I opened the Door for Viktor, while he slowly walked inside. I noticed that he had started to shiver now too, so I closed the door and hurried towards our Closet. I pulled out some comfy closed and tossed them over to Viktor, who had sat down on the Bed.

"Do you want me to help?", I asked softly. His leg had gotten worst recently. I often woke up to him doubling over in Pain, grasping his leg. The nose bleeding had gotten worst too. I was desperately trying to convince him to go see a Doctor, but Viktor always insisted that it would go away soon.

"I'd be very grateful", Viktor mumbled and pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked down at him. His gaze was directed at the Floor, like he was ashamed to ask for help. I smiled and carefully grasped Viktor's chin, pulling up his head to look at me. I kissed him on the cheek before starting to loosen his tie. I noticed how a soft smile appeared on his face as I worked trhough the Layers of his suit. Suddenly, Viktor grabbed my Wrist and pulled me closer to him. I barely had time to react, as his lips crashed onto mine. My hands immediately snuck around his neck. Viktor deepened the kiss and pulled me onto his Lap. I was careful not to hurt his leg, as I inched closer, slowly opening his shirt. the last remaining piece of clothing. I felt him breath in shakingly, as my cold hand touched his chest.

"I'm sorry", I mumbled, as I remerded that I was still wearing my wet clothes. Viktor smiled and grabbed the hem of my Shirt:"Let's get you out of this"

A grin appeared on my face, as I lifted my arms so that he could take it off. His eyes lingered on my Chest for a second before he pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled against his lips, as a sudden knock on the door startled the both of us.

"Y/N, Viktor?! Are you in here?"

Of course, it was Jayce again. I sighed and leaned my head against Viktor's shoulder. He only chuckled and took my hand. He motioned for me to get up. I smiled and sat down on the Bed, while he got up and walked towards the Door. I saw him open it just a smidge, before asking Jayce what he wanted, who upon answering Viktor's question suddenly sounded a bit embarrassed:"I was about to ask, if you two could help me in the Lab, but you seem pretty busy. So I'll better leave you alone. Sorry for interrupting."

"Thank you", Viktor mumbled and leaned against the Doorframe, so that the Door fell open just a little bit more. Jayce's gaze landed on me and his cheeks redened before he hastyly looked away. I furrowed my brows in confusion, before I noticed that I was not wearing a shirt.

I felt how my cheeks grew hot and I quickly called Viktor's name. He turned around smiling before realizing what was going on. He quickly grabbed the Door and closed it so far, That Jayce could only see him. "I'll go then", I heard Jayce mumble. Viktor only nodded and closed the Door. He turned around, an innocent smile on his face.

" 'm sorry", he mumbled. I quickly got up and grabbed his Hand, pecking his lips:"It's alright" Viktor smiled before pulling me in for a full kiss.

"Care to joyn me in the Shower?", I asked. Viktor ckuckled and pulled me towards the Bathroom:"How could I say no?!"

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Chapter 6: Steel Bars

We finally got some romance guys! Only took five chapters, but I promise there's only going to be more from here <3

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With your mother and her swashbuckling ways, you had grown up always hearing stories about pirates and sailors, merchants and stowaways who would travel the sea on fabulous ships. So naturally, you’d always dreamed someday of doing so yourself: a life of thrilling adventure, of comradery and drunken nonsense, of travelling with your life depending on the ocean as your guide.

Little did you know that it would not be the open sea you’d be faring, but an entirely different terrain of exciting adventure and dangerous paths. A pirate, not of the open sea, but of the labyrinths of Underground.

You managed your landing perfectly from the windowsill, up to the nearby eavestrough, and leaping across onto a much higher roof. The crunch of the stone under your boot was immensely satisfying, as was the friction of the windowsill against the callouses of your hands. Silco was in front of you if only by a little as his profession demanded more speed from him than yours, and the cramped alleyways didn’t allow for side-by-side running. But you were more than on his heels. You could practically feel the air get lighter the higher up you travelled, but you ignored how you felt slightly lightheaded once you got up to the promenade.

The sun was bright for so late into the evening, which you only really noticed as the two of you crossed the bridge. You definitely called attention to yourselves, two dirty-looking Fissure folks sprinting across the bridge. Thankfully, no Enforcers in the area seemed to be feeling particularly trigger-happy. Fancily-dressed people were strolling along the bridge to look out into the waters, remarking on those “dirty no-good trouble makers always rushing about”. But you didn’t have time for them. Huffing your dufflebag further up your shoulder, you hit your feet harder onto the smoother stone of the Piltover streets as you dashed across, sailing forth on your mission.

“Sir, Ma’am; I’m sorry but I cannot let you in to see them!” The young Enforcer behind the desk couldn’t have been much older than the two of you, which matched up with the fact that he was obviously new if he didn't know your names.

“Oh don’t give us that ‘sir and ma’am’ bullshit!” Silco spat, slamming his hands on the wooden desk to be face-to-face with the Enforcer, snarling lips showing off crooked teeth and eyes burning into the officers’, to little effect. “They’re our brothers, you need to let us in to see them!”

“I don’t need to do anything.” The officer articulated, fingers interlocked on the desk and glaring Silco down just as coldly. “But if you keep acting hostile, I’ll be happy to escort you to their cell…in cuffs.”

Silco’s fists balled on the desk, and his shoulders tensed as he practically frothed at the mouth.

Down the corridor, you could hear the sounds of two oh-so-familiar masculine voices singing drinking songs at the top of their lungs, something you normally would have found incredibly hilarious had it not been for the serious situation you had found yourself in.

“-When, from the depths, she came my way,

the Wing-Eared Sunken Lady

She swallowed me whole, me skiff and me soul,

So I'm singin' this song in her belly,

And now I must wait 'til I meet my fate,

In the Wing-Eared Sunken Lady..."

“‘Acting hostile’, ha! If you think this is me being hostile, you’ve got another thing-” You could see the way that your lean brother was itching for the straight-edged blade at his hip, so you placed a hand on his arm and gently pushed him off the desk before he could finish threatening the armed police officer.

“Sir, please.” You implored, trying your best to give the Enforcer a polite smile despite the disgusting feeling in your gut when you looked at his face. It squirmed like a worm, curling around your intestines, but you persevered, mind racing to code switch and hide your accent as much as you could. “I’m deeply sorry for any hostility, and I’m sure if we could just all take a deep breath and talk this through, we could come to a reasonable conclusion. May you please just tell us what our friends did so we could work this out?”

You noticed the way the officer’s eyes scanned your body, and the feeling his eyes gave you made you rethink stopping Silco from shivving the bucket-wearing fucker.

“Your friends assaulted three officers while they were doing routine rounds in the mines.” The officer explained and had this been in better circumstances, you would have proudly laughed. But instead, you frowned, a frown that deepened when you heard Vander’s voice cry out loudly from the back.

“Only good pig’s a dead pig!” His rolling dialect exclaimed.

“Lady save us.” You cursed under your breath.

Silco pushed you back, pointing an accusatory finger at the officer. “Vander and Benz wouldn’t start a fight without cause, ‘routine rounds’ my ass! What were your boys doing this time, huh? Beating on some innocent kid? Taking bribes from the barons? You high-and-mighty Enforcers are all for keeping us in the Underground in check, but who’s keeping you in check?”

This caused the officer to stand to his feet, a hand resting against the pistol on his hip, and your eyes grew in fear. “I’ve had just enough of you trencher trash backtalking me. This isn’t the Fissures, little man.”

Silco smiled thinly, a smile that sent a freezing shiver down your spine, and he matched the cop’s stance as he pushed back his jacket to reveal the dagger holster looped around his belt. “Is that a threat, Officer?”

Again, you immediately jumped in before things continued to escalate, pushing Silco to the side with a firm hand on his chest. “For fucks sake, Silco. I’ll take care of this.” Turning back to the officer, you lifted your hands defensively. “Sir, I’m sorry for my friend. As you can imagine, this is a very stressful situation for us.”

“Oh don’t think you can just chat your way out of this, girlie.” The officer hissed, his shoulders still tensed and his hand remaining on his gun. “You sump rats are always coming in with some sad story about how you’re all innocent and it was all just the Enforcer’s fault!”

You sighed, lowering your hands as your mind began to scramble. You hated this, you hated this with every fibre of your being. “You’re right, sir. Our friends were wrong for attacking your gentlemen. I’m very sorry, but if there’s something that could…compensate for your trouble? I would very much appreciate your patience and sympathy.”

Even though you felt sick to your stomach, you stepped closer to sit on the edge of the desk, leaning your body toward the officer and squeezing your arms to push up your breasts, showing them off under the threadbare undershirt you still had yet to cover. Thank the Lady, it seemed to work as the officer’s eyes flickered down to your cleavage, his shoulders slowly dropping a moment later. Then, with a frustrated sigh from under his helmet, he took his hand off his pistol, and you felt the panic in your chest soothe slightly. You didn’t miss the scoff that came from Silco’s direction, but you set that aside as something you’d have to deal with later.

Instead, while the going was good, you reached into the dufflebag that hung over your shoulder and quickly grabbed onto the string purse that Thoms had just given you. After just a moment of mourning the loss of your newly-earned coin, you made a spectacle of languidly taking the officer’s hand in yours and placing the bag within it.

“A donation to you fine boys, for your…tremendous understanding.”

The officer’s other hand opened the bag, eyes widening as he glimpsed down at the contents. For just a moment, he looked like he wanted to ask you where you had gotten that much money, but he decided against it and quickly shoved the bribe into a nearby drawer.

“You can take them home with a warning this time.” He said strictly after clearing his throat awkwardly. “But if I find them in here again, I won’t be quite so understanding. Understood?”

“Crystal clear, officer.” You smiled and winked. The man grabbed a ring of keys from a hook over his desk and travelled down the corridor towards the voices.

“You know, typically when someone’s whoring themselves out, they’re the ones to get paid. Not the other way around.” Silco’s words stung like poison against your skin.

“Threatening him wasn’t getting us anywhere, what was I supposed to do?” You groaned back, your eyes flying to look at the skinny boy beside you. His hair had completely fallen out of its updo on the run across the bridge, the greasy black strands now framing his sickly thin face, accentuating his sharp. Now his hand, thin and bony with long locks-pick fingers, fiddled with the hilt of his dagger more out of nerves than malice. Looking at the long shiv, you were reminded of your own knife that lay hidden, tucked into the back of your waistband.

“How about not playing right into their hands? If you don’t fight back and keep being a kiss-ass, you’re allowing them to be abusive pieces of shit. Gods, I can’t believe you apologized to that prick. You know just as well as I do that those Enforcers were probably kicking puppies or some shit, or are you actually incredibly stupid?”

“Hey, don’t call me stupid, twat!” You flicked his forehead, scrunching your nose at him. But your childish taunts here met with an icy glare from your dear friend, which made you almost take a step back in shock. Thankfully, you managed to keep your composure. “I don’t deserve to be talked to like this when I just saved your ass from getting arrested, or worse. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I don’t need your help!” Silco slapped your hand.

“Yeah? Then why come running to the factory to get me when you could have easily made it across the bridge in half the time if you hadn’t, hm?”

Instead of responding, Silco just continued to glare at you until the angry air was broken by the sounds of commotion.

“Minnie! Silco! Our shining saviors!” Vander roared as he turned the corner, appearing with open arms, a giant smile, and a nasty-looking black eye. The front of his shirt was covered in his blood, as was the space under his nose, with his knuckles equally bloodied. The blood didn’t stop him from throwing an arm around you though, making you cringe and pray that the red fluid was fully dried.

As he also rounded the corner, flipping off the officer from before, you noticed Benzo had much less severe injuries, but his wrist did look swollen and there was an impressive gash on his cheek. His knuckles were bruised, but much less severely than Vander’s.

“Good, you’re here, let’s leave.” Silco spat and immediately made his way towards the door without another word.

“Aww, no warm welcome?” Vander pouted, but when he didn’t even get a sarcastic quip from his surrogate brother, his toying pout turned into a genuine frown. “What happened, then?”

You just sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the day’s events weighing on you. You just wanted to go home. “I’ll tell you later…after you two idiots tell me how you got yourselves arrested.”

Both boys were more than happy to recount the story of their adventure; how the Enforcers had been beating up on some of the older miners, and Vander had jumped in with readied fists and Benzo on his tail. Three against two hadn’t been fair, but they had dealt with worse odds before. They were quick to make sure you knew that, had it not been for the handcuffs and backup being called, they definitely would have won that fight.

“-and then just as he was about to shoot I was all…thunk, bang!” Vander snickered, making fists at Benzo who returned the playful fighting stance and poked a few light jabs at his adopted brother. The two continued play fighting until, all of a sudden, they were beginning to throw real punches at one another right on your doorstep, smiling all the while. You rolled your eyes as you slotted your key into the door’s lock, the apartment door creaking on its hinges as you did so. Silco still stood off to the side with a bitter look and his arms crossed.

“The barons could reprimand you, cut your wages.” You reasoned.

Benzo snorted in laughter. “Right, yeah, sure! Who you trying to kid, Sewer Fish? Vander’s the best muscle in those mines, and between the two of us we’ve got about two-thirds the team’s efficiency in one go.”

“If they ain’t gotten rid of us yet, they ain’t bothering.” Vander chortled, lunging at Benzo and crashing the two of them through the now-open doorway, snagging the older into a headlock. But just as he kicked the wooden door open, he sent you a sneaky-looking lopsided grin. “Thank you kindly, Love.”

Again, you rolled your eyes as you followed their trail into the cramped apartment, Silco following you after a moment. The space was small, the door leading into the living area/kitchen space where tables, counters, and all surfaces were covered with maps, books, projects, and other messes; with a kitchen stacked full of dirty plates and takeout containers from Jericho’s. The floors were cracked, dark wood which-to its credit-did help with the nice homey feeling of the apartment, and paired nicely with the muted red colour of the walls (all of which were covered with more maps, posters of important fights, various images, etc.).

There were three doorways that led off from the main room, only two of which had doors. One of these was the bathroom, which was barely big enough to house Vander and had more leaks than actual piping, but it did its job well enough. The other spaces were your shared sleeping rooms; Silco and Vander’s being the one with a bare frame, only shielded by a thin black curtain, and your and Benzo’s shared space being the one with a bright yellow door (that you had stolen from a trash pit and did not come attached to the flat). Benzo had originally wanted to claim the room for himself, back when you four had first moved in together. He claimed that it was his right as the eldest, but you had made it clear that you had no intention of sleeping, undressing, and working in the same room as multiple young men. So, ultimately, Vander and Silco got to keep being practically inseparable, while you and Benzo compromised and took the larger of the two rooms, putting up a curtain in the middle for privacy.

As you stepped through the front door, kicking your shoes off and dropping your bag to the ground, you heard a huff come from behind you.

“I’m going for a walk.” Silco spoke up, taking off his work jacket and tossing it through the door and onto a miscellaneous pile.

“What? But we’re all going to have dinner together!” You frowned, but Silco just shrugged in response.

“Save me a bowl then, I don’t care.” And then he turned and walked away. The remaining three of you stood in silence for a long moment until Vander moved, making his way to follow him. But he was stopped by Benzo’s arm.

“Nah mate, you need serious first-aid after that fight. Let me tail him this time.” The oldest spoke, patting Vander on the chest as the tall man’s eyes filled with worry. Benzo looked tired, the bags under his eyes looking more pronounced than normal, but this didn't seem to deter him. “But I expect a double serving when we get home!”

The second that the door closed behind Benzo, Vander turned to raise an eyebrow at you.

“What exactly happened at the station?”

You groaned, rubbing your tired face. “He was threatening the Enforcer, I talked us out of it and paid him off! That’s the protocol!”

“Talked us out, how?” He prodded, making his way to the busted couch that sat just off the kitchen space. The way he plopped down with little regard for the fact that the old thing was practically on its last legs shook the whole apartment. Meanwhile, you grabbed a nearby first aid kit before following him.

“Flirted with him, played to his dumb Enforcer ego.”

Vander frowns a little but nods as his eyes go deep into thought. You take notice of the way the wrinkles between his brows protrude, giving his face a much sharper appearance. You quickly avert your eyes to focus on opening the box of medical supplies.

"Don't hurt yourself with all that thinking. If you keep frowning like that, you're going to age as fast as your Dad did."

Vander doesn't pay this comment any mind. “He can’t stand the whole ‘playing nice’ thing.”

You groan. “And y'think I don'? Think I like kissin' up to those evil bastards, do y'?” You hate how high your tone is, how your accent slips; angry, frustrated. You clear your throat. “But other than fighting an entire station of those bucket-heads, what else was I supposed to do? Leave the two of you in there? I’m not Benzo, I can't just…talk my way out of everything, I had to use what I could!"

The feeling of Vander’s large hand on the back of your neck brought you back to the present, making you look up from the first aid kit and up to his face. Grey irises looked at you with such intensity. He was still deep in thought, but there was empathy there too, you could make out despite the one black eye. He’d grown nicely into the burly figure he had had since you were all children, by far the strongest and tallest of the lot of you. The remnants of baby fat had lingered a bit, remained ranging on his cheeks until he was 16, but now that it was gone it revealed a square face with defined features; now framed by short stubble. His hair was a dark shade of brown, having gotten darker with age, and he wore it fairly short with only a few strands falling into his face. He was handsome, anyone could see that. Your emotions played no part when it was a completely objective fact. But you still hated how easily he could swing your emotions without even trying. One word could make you feel so insecure, one look could calm you right back down, one devilish smirk could hype you up for a fight. Those grey eyes and that strong jaw could make your mind go completely ass-over-tit, and you kicked yourself for it.

“Hey,” you hadn’t even noticed that your mind had wandered, “you did what had to be done. That’s what matters. Yeah, Silco’s upset or whatever, but he’s sensitive and shit, he’ll get over it.”

A deep breath and you let your muscles relax. Why did his hand have to be so warm? Why did he have to start running his thumb up and down through your hair? “Should I apologize? Say sorry for undermining him when he was trying to be helpful, or something?”

Vander just shrugged and chuckled. “I don’t know, Love. We don’t really apologize, per se. I just normally buy him a pint when he gets all moody.”

“Very helpful Van, thanks. Your best friend in the world, and you can’t even give me advice on how to make peace with him.” You batted his hand off your head, grabbing hold of it as you began to look over his wounds.

He just kept looking at you with that stupid lopsided smile, the one that crinkled his left eye ever so slightly. “Always happy to help, Love.”

You sat in relative silence as you patched him up; gently cleaning his fists and wrapping them, disinfecting any cuts he had sustained, checking him over for any breaks. His shoulder had been dislocated and he hadn’t even noticed despite a throb of pain when he lifted his arm (probably a testament to how many times he’d done it) and so you had to put that back into place. Then it was just a case of wiping off the blood, which Vander was more than happy to assist with as he rid himself of his blood-stained shirt.

Fuck those muscles were distracting.

His naturally coppery skin was littered with scars ranging in size, something all of you had collected over the years. Patches of skin were paler than others, leftover from explosions in the mines, and you noticed the recent stab wound to his naval area had scarred fairly brightly. As your eyes lingered on his naval, the thick line of dark brown hair that dipped into his waistband caught your eye, only for you to correct your gaze just as quickly as your face began to heat up. His torso was covered in similar dark brown hair, patterned on his stomach up to his chest. That slightly protruding belly led to buff pectoral muscles, branching off into very broad, sturdy shoulders. Shoulders that moved and stretched as you handled his wounds with care, and you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely stretching out the formerly dislocated joint or if he was just flexing under your careful touch.

You knew he was watching you, could feel his eyes on you as he hummed a tune under his breath, another one of your drinking songs, and you had to fight off a smile when you realized it was one of the sea shanties you had taught the guys.

“How much did you have to pay em off anyways?” The question surprised you, but looking back it really shouldn’t have. It was a logical thing to ask, but a part of you was sort of hoping it wouldn’t come up.

“50 washers.”

“50-what?!” His calm, relaxed demeanour suddenly flipped, suddenly sitting up to look you hard in the eye. “What in the bloody hell were you doing just walking around with 50 washers for?!”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt heat rise up into your ears. “I got a raise today at the factory. 50 washers a day with more shifts.”

Vander groaned loudly as his hand lifted to rub his forehead. “And you had to spend it all on getting us out? You couldn’t have haggled a little? We really could have used that money!”

“I didn’t want to take any chances!” Your ears were getting even warmer and it was nearly impossible to meet his eyes. Embarrassment filled you, hating yourself for forgetting the rules of the Underground you had spent years trying to live by.

After a moment, Vander sighed and cupped your face, turning your gaze to him as he gave you a reassuring smile. “Don’t sound so sad, Love! You know I can’t stand to see you upset! You did what you had to do, I get it. Besides, I shouldn’t be talking if I got us locked up in the first place. Just…maybe leave that part of the story out if Benzo asks for details.” The warmth of his hand against your face was impossible to resist, and you found yourself leaning into it, his large palm easily cradling the side of your face. Your leaning into his touch caused Vander to smile wider, which you returned. “There we go, there’s that gorgeous smile!”

You snorted in laughter at his cheesiness and moved away, packing up the first aid kit. “You know, all this flattery isn’t going to distract me from the fact that you got yourselves arrested, you twats.”

“Then let’s distract you some more!” He sat up again, smiling dopily at you, all sign of the earlier frustration gone. “Let me make it up to you, spending all that awesome raise money on us and busting us out.”

You lifted an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, how do you propose you do that?”

“Well I mean, sex always works for me-””Vander!” Your furious, blush-filled gaze caused the grown-ass, 28-year-old man in front of you to erupt into laughter, much to your annoyance.

“What? I’m serious!” The way you exhaled angrily reminded Vander of a bull, a very cute bull. “Okay, okay, fine! What about dinner? Maybe somewhere all fancy-like on the promenade? Buy us a couple of drinks?”

You closed the latched of the kit with a firm ‘click’. “That sounds like a date.”

“And so what if it is?” Don’t look at his smile. Don’t look at his smile. Don’t look at that stupid smile. Your eyes turned back to his, and you saw how hopeful he looked, the way he gazed at you like an expectant puppy awaiting his master’s praise. Your heart stopped in your chest, leaping up into your throat and making you feel as though you were choking. “You know you can’t reject me forever, Minnie.”

You rolled your eyes, standing with the kit in hand as you made your way back over to the kitchenette. “I hate that nickname.”

“And yet you’ve let Benzo call you ‘Sewer Fish’ for almost twenty years without complaint.” Vander pointed out, standing himself and following at your heels. “But that’s not a yes or a no, Love.”

Once you had placed the kit back on the counter, you turned around to stand chest-to-chest with Vander (or admittedly more like chest-to-abdomen with his height), his large body trapping you against the counter. His hands slid into his pockets, head tilting down to keep smiling at you with those stupid, beautiful eyes.

Get yourself together!

Forcing your muscles not to tense, you chuckle slightly with a small smile itching at one corner of your lips. You managed a confident pat on the broad of his chest as you wiggled your way around him and towards the fridge to begin making dinner. You could only pray that your blush was not incredibly noticeable under the dim light of your cheap apartment. “I can absolutely reject you forever Van, just watch and see.”

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