#mylo arcane x reader

[thewildsophia]

.An Eye for An Eye. Arcane//Mylo x Healer!Reader

Mylo x Healer!Reader

Trigger Warning: Depictions of gore

A/N: Fix-it fic because Mylo deserved better.

Word Count: 5437

“They took Vander.” 

You rose to attention from where you were sitting on the bed with Powder at those words.

“Who took him? Where?” You asked, immediately grabbing your handgun with ammo and machete. The two other boys in the room were also staring at Vi as she stomped over to them and grabbed Vander’s metal gauntlets. 

“I don’t know who, but I know where they are,” Vi growled.

“Well we’ll come too,” Claggor spoke, quickly gearing himself up.

“Yeah he’s our father too,” Mylo said, placing a hand on her shoulder. You quietly walked up to them and spoke, 

“Lead the way, Vi.”

“I-I’m coming too!” Powder shouted, arms full of her prototype mousers and other assorted explosives you and her had created. 

“No, Powder, you have to stay…” 

You listened to Vi talk to Powder while you got the rest of your gear together before turning to the now sulking girl. 

“We’ll be back, Powder. I promise,” You said before trailing after the others, not missing the sullen face of Powder as you lock the door behind yourself. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were confident that you’d all come back considering the kind of power you have. Afterall, there was really no killing you and with your ability to heal others your group was a force to be reckoned with. 

You have a form of “regenerative immortality” -- at least that’s what the topsiders had called it -- meaning that it was virtually impossible to kill you through injury or illness (as far as you know anyways). You did still age though and wondered if you would die of old age one day.

You can regenerate from pretty much anything. Superficial cuts and bruises would heal almost instantly, deeper cuts and burns would take up to a minute and anything deeper would usually take a few hours. Regenerating a whole limb would take a day or two. You could speed up the regeneration process significantly, but doing that severely drains your energy so you would only do such a thing as a last resort. 

In addition to healing yourself, you can also heal others, but it has its limitations and price. By marking another’s wound with your blood, you heal their injury completely and instantly, but that injury is then afflicted onto you. You didn’t mind the cost though as you always believed it to be worth it. 

But now you’re just rambling in your head again. Come on, you’re supposed to be saving Vander!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vi had managed to find an opening in the ceiling of the warehouse where Vander was being held captive. She held the hatch open as you all silently and swiftly snuck in, scanning the area for guards and looking for Vander, 

Vi led the way to a small room where Vander was held to a chair via metal straps. 

“Kids? How did you all get here?” Vander asked tiredly as Mylo got to work picking the locks on his constraints. 

“It was easy,” Vi boosted as you and Claggor stood watch by the door. “We snuck in through the roof; There were no…guards.” Vi trailed off as she was hit with a realization.

“You all need to get out of her. Now.” Vander spoked quickly before being cut off by slow clapping from the other side of the bridge you were on.

A man with a large facial scar applauded you all while revealing his aray of many combatants behind him. 

“Shit,” You heard Mylo swear under his breath as he fiddled with the locks faster, more frantically. 

 “Mylo,” You whispered, gaining the boy’s attention, “Just calm down and keep working. Ignore what’s going on, we’ve got you back.” You said, not taking your eyes off of the people in front of you.

“Claggor, find us another way out of here,” Vi said while stepping in front of the two of you. “Y/N, you’re with me.” 

You narrowed your eyes while walking beside her, pulling out a mid length dagger and cracking your knuckles. You had incredible physical strength -- one some would describe as inhuman -- but also liked the aid of blades and firearms. Work smart, not hard, right?

A large man with dark tattoos approached the two of you first. Vi gently pushed you behind her as the two of them stood toe to toe. He swung, missed and was quickly socked in the jaw before falling to the ground, clearly knocked out. 

You saw the scared man’s eyes widen before others began to run up on the two of you. Vi threw solid punches at the people who charged at her while you incapisitated and killed anyone who got too close to you, all the while making sure you two had the other’s back. When two of the guys tried to take Vi on by herself, you turned just in time to drag your dagger across the throat of the man holding her and watching him fall limply to the ground before Vi punched the man in front attempting to stab her. 

Glancing behind you into the small room, you noted that Mylo had already gotten two of the restraints undone while Claggor had started to tunnel through the brick wall. 

Eventually, you and Vi had warded off that man’s group of aides. What approached you next, however…You weren’t even sure it was human. It looked to be the blonde kid who had tried to rob the group a couple weeks ago, but it was malformed and grotesque, only the idea of the person it used to be.

Vi charged at it first, only to be grabbed by the neck and choked. 

“Vi!” You shouted, charging at it yourself and narrowly avoiding its other hand before stabbing through the one holding Vi. It shreaked while dropping Vi to the ground, to which you quickly pushed her away from it. It swung its arm at you and managed to hit you in the nose with the back of its forearm, knocking you a few feet behind it. 

Thick blood trickled from your nose and into your gasping mouth. You straightened your broken nose before exhaling the last bit of blood from your nostrils and wiping your mouth. 

That thing managed to get several hits on Vi before you were able to interject. You growled as you charged at it. Before it could kick Vi again, you jumped up and beat your fists down on its shoulders, hearing it crack while it fell to its knees. You practically screamed as you pulled out your machete and stabbed it through its skull and into the metal platform, temporarily pinned it in place. 

You grabbed Vi and half-carried-half-dragged her back into the room where Vander and the others were in, closing and locking the metal door behind you. You heard the metal platform outside shift and bend before breaking completely, signifying that that thing was probably free again. 

“Mylo! How are we doing?” You asked, placing your hands on shoulders as he worked on the last restraint. 

You wish you weren’t in such a high stakes situation because otherwise you would take the time to properly admire him. He really was much more attractive than his siblings gave him, large eyebrows and all. But now’s not the time for that.

“Just one more,” Mylo mumbled, frowning as his lock pick broke. 

“Ok, hold on,” You said, pulling your hands from him and lining your fist up with the seam in the metal. Giving it one hard hit, the metal broke and Vender pulled his hand free. 

You all flinched when you heard banging at the door and you ushered the other two guys to help Claggor with getting out. You pulled Vi back from the door and just mere seconds after you did so…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re not sure where the explosion came from, just that there was one. Claggor had been knocked back by it and was slumped against a wall dazed but still somewhat conscious. Your stomach sank when you saw Mylo next to him, the metal pipe Claggor had used impaling his shoulder. He looked over to you in panic as he tugged at the pipe before his head shot up at the ceiling. 

You were quick to react; your muscles taut, you launched your body at them and pulled their bodies underneath yours as the rubble of the ceiling collapsed onto you. Your body buckled underneath the weight and you felt the sharp bits of the ceiling embed itself into yourself. You gasped for air as you felt blood pool on your stomach and in your lap and legs. Looking down you saw that one of the sharper pieces of metal sheet had practically cut you in half with some of your internal organs peeking through the large gash in the side of your abdomen.

“Help,” You gasped at Mylo, blood dripping from your mouth and onto his face, “Help. Move the…stuff. Claggor…”  You panted and heaved, feeling like you were about to vomit at any second. 

Mylo didn’t waste a second in helping move the rubble off of you and screamed at Claggor to wake up. Claggor looked up blankly at you, eyes unfocused and wandering over you. They soon snapped into focus when he registered what he was looking at and felt the blood, your blood, soak his clothes.

“Vander!” You shouted, “Vi!” You prayed they hadn’t gotten crushed like Mylo and Claggor would have. 

The two eventually had gotten enough rubble off of you for you to just shrug off the rest. Your head burned and thumped as you discreetly healed Claggor’s injuries, yet you smiled as you watched the bleeding on his head stop. 

“Holy fuck, shit, fuck,” Mylo muttered, hands pulling at his hair as stared at you, “What do we do?! Do we need to stop the bleeding or-” 

You cut him off by grabbing the pipe in his shoulders and, with a firm tug, pulling it out. He screamed while you placed your hand dipped in blood against it, quickly healing it. 

“Wha…NO!” Mylo screamed, grabbing his now healed shoulder as he watched your own begin to bleed underneath your shirt. “Why the fuck would you do that now?!” 

“It’s my job,” You joked before dry heaving in front of them. You felt like you were going to vomit your guts up, which, considering the situation you were in seemed like a very likely possibility. You screamed hoarsely as Claggor grabbed your side to keep your organs inside of you. 

Mylo was quick to scurry out from underneath you and look for the other. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. This was never supposed to happen,” Claggor comforted you, “I can only imagine the amount of pain you’re in right now.”

“Eh, this is kinda my job, ya’ know?” You smiled before gagging and grabbing his shoulders for stability, “I’ll be honest though, I’ve never been in so much pain before. I might actually pass out.” 

“Ok,” Claggor whispered, “Try your absolute best not to.” You shook your head and laughed.

“No promises. Also, I can’t walk.” You said. 

“That’s fine,  we’ll have someone carry you.” Claggor responded.

You heard the others approach from behind you.

“They’re hurt badly,” You heard Mylo cry to one of the others, “I’m surprised they’re still conscious.”

“They can’t walk,” Claggor said to the person behind you.

You felt Vander’s hands on you before you saw the man. Your hands flew to your sides to prevent your organs from literally falling out of you. You howled out in immense pain at being shifted so harshly, startling Vander who almost dropped you. You screamed faded into unrestrained crying at the pain you were in, arms falling limply from you body. Mylo and Claggor were quick to hold your side closed while briefly explaining the injury to Vander. 

Looking up at Vander, you placed a blood soaked hand on his cheek and smiled up at him as he looked down at you.

“Damnit, Y/N, stop doing that right now!’ Mylo shouted as you watched the injuries on Vander heal and fade away. He frowned at your actions and took extra care in holding you comfortably.

The group was quick to escape through the hold Claggor had made earlier. You simultaneously felt an intense amount of pain while being moved around and completely numb, your body not responding to your command. By this point you were all on the ground behind the warehouse and on your way back home while you were barely still conscious. Your eyes drooped lazy and unfocused on anything while your ears strained to hear and comprehend Mylo’s pleas for you to stay conscious, to not fall asleep. 

“Mylo…” You sighed, looked over at where he was still holding your stomach in place. He immediately shut his mouth and stared at you with his stunning green eyes waiting. 

“I love you,” You managed to whisper before going limp again in Vander’s hold.

“I love you! I love you too! Y/N!” Mylo shouted back, frantic and borderline hysteric. 

You didn’t hear him all that well after what you said. In fact you didn’t hear much of anything at all, or see. 

Yup, you were definitely going to pass out. You decided to not fight it anymore and let yourself fall asleep. You got most of your energy from sleeping anyways and you’d need a lot of it to heal all of your injuries. 

The last thing you could process seeing was someone in front of you all with blue hair and shouting something happily. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mylo had never been so scared in his life before. Scratch that, he was terrified. 

It was like there was nothing and then boom, there you were inches in front of him and Claggor. Only a few stray bits of the rubble had managed to hit him but when he looked up and saw you his body felt frozen, your eyes boring into his skull and blood dripping onto his face. 

It was only then that he was acutely aware that his clothes were soaked with blood, your blood, and his face pinched together in guilt. 

His hands were completely shoved into your chest cavity, you innards shifting slickly against his hands and through his fingers, while Claggor his atop the wound itself and thoroughly trapping Mylo’s hands there so he couldn’t even remove them if he wanted to. 

Mylo genuinely thought you were dead the moment you passed out. Your body lay limp in Vander’s hold and your eyes remained opened but unseeing. Swallowing the lump in his throat and combating the sting in his eyes, Mylo askes,

“Are they dead?”

Mylo never had the courage to tell you he loves you. It was only after you had managed to wheeze it out did he say it out loud. He had admired you the moment you walked into The Last Drop and loved you ever since that one late night conversation the two of you had on the rooftop. You genuinely made life worth living for him and he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers like this.

Mylo only looked from you when he heard shouting in front of them.

“Did you see that? They worked! Mouser actually worked this time!” Powder stood in front of the group, face stretched wide with a smile and jumping in place proudly. Mylo just stared at her blankly, not yet processing what she meant. 

“You did this?” Vi asked quietly. 

“Yes! I-I helped, didn’t I?” Powder trailed off, looking unsure at her sister. 

“I told you to stay at the hideout!” Vi shouted.

And that’s when the realization hit: Powder was the one responsible for the bomb. She was the one who caused the ceiling to collapse. She was the one who did this to you.

“I-I-I just wanted to h-help!” Powder shouted back nervously. 

“Help us!?” Mylo shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Mylo-” Claggor whispered to him, trying to diffuse his anger.

“No! Help us? You were supposed to stay at the base and cause us any trouble!” Mylo yelled, “You did nothing but jinx us! Look at what you’ve done! Look at Y/N!” He cried, bowing his head above your chest as he screamed and cried, tears mixing with your blood.

Powder looked at you in horror, or at least as much of you as she could see before Vi blocked her view of you. 

“I’m-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” Powder shouted as she was grabbed by the wrist and dragged by Vi, “I-I just wanted to help!”

“Shut up!” Vi shouted, raising her hand to strike Powder before dropping it with a sigh, “You shut up as well, Mylo. Powder doesn’t need to see them like this.” 

Mylo wanted to argue, to yell on your behalf, but the burning of his throat prevented him from doing so. 

“Everything will be okay,” Vander said to the two boys, “We’ve seen the kind of things they’ve recovered from. Just give them some time to heal.”

“And if they don’t? If they don’t wake back up?” Mylo mumbled. Vander took a deep breath in before speaking,

“Then we keep going on without them.”

The three men trailed behind a seething Vi and sobbing Powder as they all made their way back home. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Dammit! Why couldn’t you have just listened to us?!” Mylo shouted, grabbing Powder by her shirt collar. 

They had gotten back a few hours ago and had tended to your wounds to the best of their ability. They called in a medic and had them shove your organs back into you before taking care of some of your other wounds. It took hours before the medic finally finished and left the base. You were left resting in a separate room away from prying eyes.

The moment Mylo exited the room and laid eyes on Powder he couldn’t hold his anger back anymore.

“Why do you have to fuck everything up?!” He shouted, pulling Powder’s shirt this way and your blood soaking her shirt as he screamed, “They could die, Powder. Y/N could fucking die!” Powder continued to cry and mutter apologies.

“That’s enough,” Claggor said, pulling the two away from each other, “Y/N will heal. They’ll be fine.” 

“No! It’s not okay; None of this is okay!” Mylo screamed as he squirmed in Claggor’s grasp, desperately trying to grab Powder again. Vi had come to get Powder and lead her back to their room, all the while Mylo continued to yell at her. 

Mylo’s anger slowly dissipated and he fell limp in Claggor’s grasp with the other telling him everything was going to be okay, that everyone was here now. 

Mylo screamed. He screamed the scream he had been holding in his whole life. One full of pain and anger and ultimately uttery sadness. The thought of losing you was too much from Mylo to handle and he cried into Claggor’s chest, screaming about none of this being fair. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone took shifts watching you recover; Well, mostly everyone. Mylo took the majority of shifts and refused to let Powder watch you at all. While observing you, Mylo spent a lot of time reflecting about his feelings towards you.

Mylo knew that he liked you or at least liked you more than the others. It wasn’t until Vi and Claggor pointed it out to him that he didn’t just like you but is actually in love with you. Everything made sense to him after that realization: the lingering glances that lasted just a tad too long, the gentle touches you shared that he couldn’t get enough of, the quiet conversations that last well into the night and into the early hours of the morning. Mylo is in love with you and he’s not ready to lose you before he says those words to you.

Deep down he knows that you’ll be okay -- everyone knows that -- but it’s that irrational fear of “what if” that stresses him out and pushes him to near hysterics. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren’t sure how long we were out for, but you knew it had been a while. 

During your rest you had woken up a few times, but they were very short and you could barely process what went on around you before you’d fall back asleep. 

Your sense of touch was the first thing to come back to you in full. You felt a pillow below your head, clothes draped over your figure and a blanket or towel as well. You felt warmth in your hand and opening your eyes you saw a tan hand in your own. You squeezed your eyes shut at the burning sensation while sighing.

“Y/N?” You heard someone call. Peaking your eyes open, you were met with the green gaze of Mylo looking both shocked and frantic. One of his hands brushed your cheek while the other shook and was pulled into himself as he practically screamed in relief. 

“Claggor! Vi! They’re awake!” Mylo shouted at the closed door, “Y/N woke up!” 

“How long was I out?” You asked.

“About two weeks.” Mylo answered.

The door to the room burst open soon after the announcement. Claggor and Vi were quick to file in and rush over to you and Mylo, asking how you were and saying that they were so worried. 

There were so many pairs of hands on you, but you could only focus on the long, rough hands of Mylo. You ignored what everyone was saying and placed a hand on Mylo’s chest, relieved to feel the soft texture of his cotton shirt. Everyone was silent as your hand traveled up his neck and to his face. You cupped his cheeks with both hands and felt your eyes become misty, your bottom lip trembling.

“Thank God,” You whispered, a sob bubbling up your throat and escaping your lips, “Thank God you’re all okay!” You cried out, pulling Mylo to you and hugging his head to your chest. 

“I-Woah!” Mylo shouted as he pulled down, arms quick to catch him resulting in him hovering over your figure by only an inch. 

“I was so worried!” You cried, burying your face into Mylo’s hair, “I was so worried I’d wake up and you’d be gone!” 

The three others were shocked at your words; your body had been torn apart and yet the only thing on your mind was their wellbeing. 

For the first time in his life, Mylo let his “tough guy” facade fall and embraced you. Long, lithe arms wrapped around your waist tight while his face pressed against your neck. He fell to his knees as his body went limp and allowed a sob to slip from his lips. 

“We were so scared,” Mylo muttered into your neck, “I was so scared. Scared you would recover. I knew you’d be okay but still!” 

You pulled one hand away from Mylo and towards the others. Vi grabbed your hand while Claggor kneeled down next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to cry harder. 

The four of you stayed like that for a moment, simply soaking in the fact that you were all there and alive; that no one was in danger anymore. Eventually the relief started to fade and you all began to return to your senses. 

“OH! Y/N,” Mylo shouted between sobs. He took a breath, “I love you! I-I love you.” He said, cupping your face in his hands as he stood next to you. 

You stared at him, the words processing in your head. You felt another wave of tears well up in your eyes as you pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his lips. You felt his tears mix with your own on your cheek while you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“It’s about damn time,” You heard Vi mutter while the two of you broke away, her hand stroking your hair. You laughed lightly while looking over at her. Not a moment later, however, your eyes widen with a question.

“Powder! What about Powder? Is she okay?” You asked frantically while sitting up quickly. 

You quickly realized the mistake in doing so as all at once you felt your insides shift and you heaved to your side. Vi and Claggor backed away from you and not a moment too soon as you immediately vomited one the ground in front of them. Mylo patted you back as you folded in on yourself, arms wrapped tightly around your abdomen and you coughed lightly. 

“Powder’s fine,” Vi said plainly. 

“I want to see her!” You said quickly while healing yourself, fixing the placement of certain organs. 

Vi looked over at Claggor hesitantly before nodding to him. He left the room only to return a moment later with Powder hesitantly following behind him. A smile broke out on your face. 

“Powder,” Relief washed over you as you laid your eyes on her. But she didn’t smile back at you, nor did she move any further into the room from where she stood in the doorway. Your smile dropped. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. She looked down before mumbling, 

“I’m sorry,” Tears welled up in her eyes and she rubbed at her face harshly, “I only wanted to help. I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“What is she talking about?” You looked around at the group confused. 

“She’s the one responsible for the explosion,” Mylo spat out. 

You looked back at her for a moment, guilt present on her face.

“Powder,” You said, gaining the young girl’s attention, “Come here.” She hesitated before complying and slowly walking over to your makeshift bed. She stopped at the foot of the bed. 

“Closer please. I can’t move all that much,” You said jokingly, but noted the new wave of guilt falling upon her face. She walked over to your bedside while taking nervous glances at Mylo and Vi. Before she could do anything else you pulled her into a tight hug, dragging her into your lap. 

“It’s not your fault,” You whispered, “I know you just wanted to help. Everyone’s okay now and that’s all that matters.” Powder’s breath hitched before she started crying into your chest, small hands gripping the back of your shirt as she sobbed unrestrained. 

“I’m so sorry,” Powder whispered.

“I’m okay,” You answered, stroking her hair, “Everyone’s okay.” 

Powder pulled away from you and you wiped a tear away from her eye. In doing so you noticed the faint bruise on the side of her nose.

“What happened here?” You asked her. Powder’s breath hitched again and she looked away from you, face still in your grasp. You bit your lip, a familiar metallic taste flooding your tongue, before saying, 

“You don’t have to answer, I’m just glad you’re okay,” You kissed the side of her nose not minding the dull ache presenting itself on your own. 

“Thank you,” Powder mumbled while getting off your lap. 

“How’s Vander?” You ask.

“He’s okay, out getting supplies before we leave,” Vi answered.

“Before we leave?” You question, “Where are we going?” 

“Not sure yet, someone where Silco and his goons can’t find us again,” Vi said, looking off in the corner blankly, “He’ll be back soon. We chose to stay here in hopes you’d wake up so we could get a move on when he comes back.” You hummed in acknowledgement.

“And which one of you hit Powder?” You asked and stood up, “I know it had to be one of you.” 

The others all looked around at each other before Vi spoke up. 

“I did,” Vi answered, clearly not proud of herself, “I had gotten so angry at her after what happened in the warehouse and-and I couldn’t stop myself from…” She gestured over to where Powder was standing. You stared at her for a moment before slapping her in the face; It wasn’t very hard, but it left her cheek stinging. 

“Don’t ever hit Powder again,” You said. Vi looked like she wanted to argue with you -- to yell at you -- but simply chose to shake her head ‘yes.’ You sat back down on the makeshift bed.

“What all needs to be done before we move?” You ask.

“Not much, we’ve already packed the essentials,” Claggor explained.

“We’ve just been waiting for you to recover,” Mylo added, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“There are a few things still left to be done,” Vi said while walking towards the door, “Join us when you’re ready Y/N. Come on, let’s give them some privacy.” She added.

Everyone began to make their way out of the room, including Mylo. Before he could slip past you, you grabbed his hand and pulled him back. He looked back at you.

“Uh, give me a moment; I’ll be out in a sec,” Mylo said to the others. Claggor was the only one to acknowledge him, shooting Mylo a knowing smile before closing the door behind himself. 

You pulled Mylo into an embrace and smiled when he returned it.

“Did you mean what you said?” You asked doubtfully, “You love me?” You add pulling away and looking at his face. Mylo scratched the back of his neck before answering.

“Yeah, have for a while,” Mylo confessed shyly, “Actually, I didn’t realize I loved you until Vi and Claggor pointed it out to me.” You laughed.

“You were always a bit thick in the skull,” You said while flicking his forehead. 

“Yeah, well, I’m a bit thick in other places as well,” Mylo rebutted with a wink. You scoffed at the joke but held him all the same. Mylo’s hand rubbed your side before he spoke up again. 

“Can…Can I be honest for a second?” Mylo asked. You nodded.

“I genuinely thought you were dead,” He confessed, fingers gently caressing the skin of your stomach where you had been cut, “You had fallen limp in Vander’s arms and I had thought you died right then and there. But -- and this is going to sound really gross -- my hands were so damn far…in you that I swear I could feel your heart beating and-and I knew that you would be okay but I still worried, ya’ know?” 

“Oh how romantic,” You said sarcastically. He pushed slightly and laughed with you, “I know what you mean.” 

“Yeah, and not to mention you kept healing people even though you were practically cut in half,” Mylo added, narrowing his eyes at you.

“It’s my job, Mylo,” You said with a shrug, “What’s the point of me being here if I’m not doing my damn job?”

“Making my life worth living,” Mylo answered quickly. You looked up at his words.

“I hate having to live down here under the streets. And yeah it isn’t that bad since I have Vander and the others to keep me company, but you fill a kind of loneliness in me that I didn’t even realize I had until recently,” Mylo explained, “You make my life worth living. And I mean that completely.”

Your chest ached at his words.

“I have no regrets in having met you, Mylo,” You said, hand tucking a stray strand of brown hair from his face, “You’re annoying as fuck sometimes but I could never bring myself to genuinely be mad at you. Before I met you, my life was kinda boring; It was nothing but business mostly. But you brought a spark of fun into my life and I’m so grateful for that.” 

Mylo laughed at the light insult and compliment while running his hands down your side before resting atop your hands in your lap.

“I know I act like an ass a lot and it seems like I don’t care,” Mylo said, his fingers interlacing with your own, “But I really do love you, a lot more than I can express in words.” 

You leaned forward kissing Mylo and smiled as he returned the kiss wholeheartedly, your hands squeezing his. You pulled your hands from his hold and wrapped them around his neck and in his hair, pulling him closer to you. Mylo wrapped a hand around your waist and in your hair while laying you on your back. You turned your head away from the kiss for a moment to talk.

“You don’t gotta say anything,” You muttered against his cheek, “Just hold me.” 

Mylo’s grasp on you tightened as he continued to kiss you; your lips, your cheek, your jaw, your neck, before stopping with one last final kiss against your collar bone. He spoke up once more.

“You got it, Love.”

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[justgrey]

I have something worse up my sleeve on Vander that idk if im gonna post that includes the shimmered up version of him we see for 10 seconds before he dies and some bussy gobbling if yk what i mean 😈🥱🔥

Vander x Reader - General Relationship HC's

Warnings: Swearing cuz we fukin' balling

Beefy

b e e f y

He gives really great hugs, obviously. He's got so much meat on him that he feels like a really large pillow, and I'm here for it. And if you're reading this, I guess you're for it too 🤷‍♂️

Crazy protective, too. Man doesn't love easily after what happened with Silco, but when he does, mwah, you are not leaving his sight for longer than an hour before someone on his side is just "keeping an eye on you"

Vander loves jokes. Especially dad jokes. Because he's a dad. Please joke with him. Please, his kids always respond with "ughghh" and all he wants is an adoring audience. Please be that for him.

"What's the time?"

"It's... time to get a watch!" *big goofy grin*

"Hah- hahahahhahahahhaahhaahhaha please, Vander."

"Right, sorry. It's a quarter past seven, love."

👉👈

Anyway, Vander loves nicknames. Like, a lot a lot. He loves nicknames. What one's? Great question. Take a guess. He loves playing games with you and this is one of those games

Guess.

If you said anything along the lines of sweetheart, love, sweetie, or honey. You'd be right. He loves using generic nicknames with you because he wants to be as domestic as possible.

He likes to feel like his life is as normal as can be despite it being absolutely the opposite of that. He loves his children, and he loves you, so why not make the most of it? At least, that's what he figures.

The wackiest shit happens sometimes. There's a real mix of interactions in his little family and we living for all of them.

"Can you pass the sa-?"

*glitter bomb explosion from Powder's bunk*

"Oh, for the love of- POWDER, ARE YOU OKAY?!?"

His kids are all extraordinary. Mylo is very charismatic and is able to talk his way out of a lot of trouble, Claggor is great at lifting heavy shit, Vi can punch the daylights out of everyone, and Powder has the potential to be a great inventor someday. His goal is to inspire them all to be the best versions of themselves and to always be kind when they're able to despite living in the meanest area around.

You are also very intertwined with his children's lives to the point where they're basically your kids as well. If you didn't want that, break up with him. He's a package deal. All or nothing.

"Hey... what's that you're tinkering with, Pow Pow?"

"It's a bomb."

"It's a what."

"She means- uhm- it's full of confetti...? For... For Mylo's birthday! Y'know, that's totally coming up soon."

"Wait, my birthday isn't-"

"Yeah, yeah... for Mylo's birthday!" *innocent smile*

"For some reason... i d o n ' t b e l i e v e t h a t . . . Just... just stay out of trouble. As much as possible."

The kids treat you like a member of the family as well if you couldn't tell. They latch onto you, some take longer than others but they all eventually view you as their other parent.

First it was Powder, then it was Claggor, followed by Vi and then Mylo a little later on.

Vander actually wants to make it official with you someday and make you stay with him and his family forever by proposing to you, but with the current state of the Undercity, he may never get to. He's a busy, busy man, trying to hold the Lanes together. Sometimes, he gets too focused on that and forgets to share his attention around when crime is really bad.

But even just being around helps him out 🫡

Thanks gang 👍

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

You Can Stay

"Do not enter is written on the doorway."

Jinx sat in her room, balled up on the window seal.

Not a bad day, just bad enough to feel like crap by the time it ended.

Jinx stared out of her window before instinctively flinching, swatting beside her ear.

"Why can't everyone just go away?"

She could hear Mylo cackling at her, bickering with Claggor no matter how much she wanted to be left alone.

They never left, no matter how much she wanted, begged or pleaded, they always stayed.

She just wanted to be left alone. To hide from the world, well, there was an exception

"Except you."

"Leave her alone."

Jinx finally tore her eyes away from the window, hearing the noise in her head halt.

You still looked the same, just more pretty than she would have appreciated when she was younger.

Jinx allowed herself to finally smile, instinctively turning her body to you and making room on the window seal.

"Mind if I join you?" You smiled, making Jinx forget her worries and beam at your presence.

"You can stay."

You sat down next to her, Jinx wasting no time to lay her head in your lap.

Maybe she didn't though, maybe this was all fake once again and she fell for it.

Because even if you weren't there, even as the figment in her mind she made up along with Mylo, Claggor, Vander and Vi.

She still was happy you were there, the only one who didn't make her skin feel scratchy or wanna plug her ears until the end of time.

She fell for it again, falling asleep peacefully only to wake up and find you gone.

But if this was what it took to see you again?

She would gladly fall for it, over and over again.

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Intercity Relations (An Arcane one-shot)

Description: Spending years studying Interstate relations at Piltover's academy, you made both allies and rivals during your studies. Unlucky for you, Cassandra Kiramman hated your guts ever since you first met. The woman ensured you'd never see Ixtal or Shumira but rather serve as an intercity negotiator between Zaun and Piltover.

Pairing: Vander x afab!reader, NSFW, the reader being born and raised in Piltover™ (so expect some cultural differences, mostly Vander teasing the reader very lovingly). Warnings: I did my best to go over all the typos, but some certainly made it through. The entire 'plot' just for the sake of convenience, age difference (reader being around 25, Vander should be pushing 40 - the math doesn't add up, fuck it), should be set one year after Vander became a dad™, so we aren't in any rush, vile language, mentions of violence and substance abuse. Also, unprotected sex - don't be silly, wrap your willy! The smut is very gentle tho, very loving and fluffy. Jayce and Ezreal being supportive golden retriever besties™. Subtle Jayce and Viktor shenanigans (will miss if you squint your eyes). A/N: I wanted to write something for Vander for so so so long, but never got the inspiration. Three years after the release of Arcane, I finally made my long-lasting dream come true. It's also my first smut after a long time, so I hope you won't find it clunky and lame. Enjoy reading! Music inspo: Mainly by Seven (Jung Kook), Love Again (stolen from Ezreal's playlist, performed by Baekhyun), Moonlight by Kali Uchis & The Weekend by BIBI & 88rising. Word count: 21K (and I fucking ooop-) Music playlist: ezreal's bedroom bangers

The politics and schemes of Piltover's creme of society never ceased to surprise you. That position should've been yours. Heimerdinger more or less confirmed it a week ago - you should've been the negotiator between Shurima and Piltover regarding business and foreseeable Noxian invasion. The Yordle quite literally said you were the 'best suited' for such negotiations, that he'd realized it soon after you started your studies. From the get-go, it was supposed to be you who'd end up with this position. Truth be told, however, the council members despised you for all they got. You weren't some high-class Nancy who'd flatter them with expensive gifts and false compliments - but you were fucking good at negotiating. You were the best of your class. It wasn't Kacey who could barely tie her own shoelaces or God forbid Damien, who had trouble remembering even the most basic negotiation principles. It was you.

Studying at the Academy was an honor, you were aware of that. Your family poured everything into securing your spot there, which you were endlessly grateful for. The Academy gave you a better chance at life than you'd otherwise get. Being a middle-class Piltoverian wasn't as bad, per se, but it wasn't a win either. Anyone in your family knew what poverty or starvation was, had money for medicine and nice clothes, quality food, and your flat just outside downtown wasn't bad either, but you didn't plan on taking after your mother's hat shop. Making hats wasn't a bad hobby, both you and your brother enjoyed creating new designs and spending time with momma, but it didn't fulfill you.

It could be around your 10th birthday when you announced you'd like to be a diplomat one day. Your mom and older brother scoffed at it - no way a small child would aim to be a diplomat, right? Most kids wanted to be princesses or singers, they didn't want to deal with interstate relations. But... The phase never went away. It was clear as day that you weren't aiming for anything else as your fifteenth birthday rolled around - you kept up good grades, went to debate classes, and traveled to Holdrum and Kumangra to take part in various debate competitions; you didn't win all of them, but your arguments always left the jurors in awe. When you were leaving high school, it was recommended for you to apply for the Academy's scholarship.

At that moment your mom finally cracked and said 'Fine, let's give it a shot'. The tender was as enjoyable as could be, there were other excellent kids after your spot at the Academy, after all. It took numerous tryouts and evaluations - the Academy first accounted for your past academic achievements, then came assessment interviews, then various intelligence tests, ending it all with a few rounds of debates. Some of those were nearly nerve-crushing. When you were informed of getting the scholarship, you were also informed about all the strict rules you'd have to obey - starting with a strict dress code, frequent one-on-one evaluations with the dean of your faculty, and ending with oddly specific dorm and library rules.

During the matriculation, you'd meet your best friend for the few following years - he came fashionably late (presumably sleeping in), barging into the dead-silent hall with his clothes hastily put on, his hair a fucking mess. As the boy stood on the stairway (looking like a deer in the headlights), the rector stuttered, watching the latecomer with matching intensity. Leaning over to the boy, you'd grab his sleeve and force him to sit next to you. Honestly, you liked Jayce ever since you first laid your eyes on him. If there was a definition of conventionally attractive, Jayce was it - hazel colored eyes, a bright smile full of straight teeth, clean-shaven face, a perfect haircut that was taken care of (gell and everything), and built like a fucking mountain with his 6'7 in height, as you'd learn later. His facial features were very pleasurable to look at. As you said - Jayce was the 'it'.

"I really thought this ceremony starts at 10 a.m... Two weeks from now." - The man mumbled to you, putting his bag down next to his seat. As he leaned closer to you over, the smell of some nice and surely very expensive cologne tingled in your nose. "They changed it last week on a whim, probably to avoid the matriculation overlapping with Progress Day. Wouldn't know about it if I wasn't moved into dorm already." "Makes enough sense. Did I miss something important?" "Something something, the great future, Piltover, something something, you are our new hope. Something along these lines." - You repeated, chuckling at yourself. Your brother always told you you were fucking horrendous at making friends, but the latecomer seemed to appreciate your sense of humor. Smirking at you, he licked his lips and offered you his palm under the table.

"Name's Jayce Talis." - The guy whispered, feeling as your palm slipped into his. His skin was nicely warm and so soft. A rich Piltie, you assumed. - "What's yours?" "Y/N Y/L/N." - Whispering back, you shook hands, still grinning at one another. - "Hi." "Oh, doesn't your family run a hat shop or something? Mrs. Kiramman loves that place to death, had to endure a fashion show of her and her daughter's hats tailored according to the latest fashion trends in Ixtal." - Jayce wondered, clearly memorizing the lane by heart.

"Yeah, I helped make these. My mom runs it. I was supposed to take over the shop when she'd feel like she couldn't do it anymore." - You explained swiftly, completely forgetting why you two were sitting in the hall. - "You know councilor Kiramman? The Cassandra Kiramman?" "Mhm." - The Jayce guy nodded, showing you dimples in his cheeks. He was getting hotter by the second. - "Also know the dean." "The dean?" - You squirmed, shooting him an amazed look. - "Are you like a child of some super-important politician?" "No. I just know how to make good childhood friends." "Geez. I had to fight for a way in." "My mom had been dead set on my future since day one. Surely, if Cait was a few years older, they'd even arrange our marriage." - Jayce scoffed, turning his eyes to the dean, a Yordle named Heimerdinger. - "How did you fight your way in? Gladiator style, cage match, blood, sand, and everything?" - He muttered, making you snicker as you pretended to listen to the speech. The matriculation had almost two hours of runtime, so you still had an hour and a half ahead of you.

"More of a streetfight style - who'd beat up the most kids to pulp won the scholarship." "Sounds way more exciting than just getting in because you have a rich friend." "I don't think that's the case." - With a smile, you bumped his rib with your elbow. - "Councilor Heimerdinger doesn't seem to be the type to just let anyone study here. We're Piltover's future, aren't you listening to his words? There's gotta something in that noggin' of yours." "I don't think you'd be the type to beat kids into pulps either. Actually, you look like someone I'd love to be friends with. Truthfully, I don't know anyone else inside the Academy, which terrifies me. I'm not a rich kid and I'm not good at talking to these rich assholes." "Didn't you say you're tight with the Kirammans?" "Caitlyn is anything but a rich asshole. She runs her mouth faster than her brain, bless her soul. Sometimes, she blows Mrs. Kiramman out of the water, leaving me speechless. If I were to talk to her mother like this, my mom would lock me up in a cellar until I'd apologize." "Your mom isn't like..." "No." - Jayce ended the discussion categorically. Since he didn't seem to like the topic, you hummed and nodded. "For your information, I think I'd be able to beat up that kid." - Pointing at a veiny, super-skinny ginger with glasses sitting two rows in front of you. - "... But I'm keener on logic and words, you got me there. Nonetheless, I'll take your words as a compliment, Talis. I'd like to... Be friends, I mean." "Lunch after?" - Jayce asked simply, pulling out a paper and a pen on his desk. First, you were concerned; was he about to take notes? Surely not, right? Then, he looked over at you with one of the most devilish grins you'd seen until that day. - "And tick-tack-toe now?" "God, you're already my best friend, Talis." - Without hesitation, you started to draw the playing board, sticking your tongue out of your mouth due to sheer concentration.

As promised, the two of you would set out to have lunch after the assembly, talking about everything and nothing. Talis was a great company - charming, funny, witty, and handsome. What he saw in you? No idea, but the two of you clicked right away. Even after years, you couldn't decipher what Jayce saw in you. The field of your research and studies were as different as could be, so you usually didn't dwell too much on such topics. Of course, you asked 'How are the studies going?' but it was never the centerpiece of your conversation. While you dealt with human relations, Jayce was a scientist, working with some miraculous blue stone (no idea what that was about). It only took a week to realize you'd found the best friend for the few following years. On the very second day, Talis showed you around his workshop, designating it as your hangout spot outside the faculty - it was a small maisonette with an enormous balcony and a very tiny bathroom. The upper floor was holding a bed and a couch. Since it also had a small fridge, you could just buy some beers and snacks for late-night study sessions and screw the dorm.

This friendship seemed fishy. People like Jayce Talis (attractive, genius, and charming) usually didn't seek company with the likes of you. Piltover was just a rat race, people climbing on the social ladders, striving for a better life. Jayce, on the other hand, didn't seem to be that guy. It seemed like he genuinely doesn't give a fuck. Also, Caitlyn Kiramman liked you, ensuring she'd like you even if you'd crawl out of the deepest part of the Undercity. Just as Jayce informed you, Cait's mouth ran much faster than her brain. You found this part of Kiramman endearing. Even though Talis sent you nothing but good vibes to you, it was hard to just accept this pure form of friendship. It took him around a week and a half to truly convince you he isn't hanging out with you for some insane, out-of-this-world reason. The guy simply liked being around you. That was also the first time Jayce sang and danced around you while studying in his condo - he was an awful singer.

Keeping the promise, you'd gather early the following Monday, ready to celebrate Progress Day. The festival was kicked off with yet another of Heimer's speeches (of which you and Talis appropriately made fun; nothing mean, just stupid jokes here and there). The rest of the day was in your hands - and dear God, you had a lot to wander through. Various attractions from all around the world, newest inventions, doubtful souvenirs, and snack stands... You simply loved the Progress Day. As you absentmindedly licked on your ice-creams, a boy stopped you. Neither of you could know that this particular man will soon be the last member of your party.

While also being very good-looking, the boy couldn't be more different from Jayce. He was around your age and based on his uniform, he was too a student at the Academy. His blonde hair was stylized perfectly, his blue eyes were piercing, you'd swear you hadn't seen clearer skin before and his facial features resembled those of a sculpture or a painting. He'd been considerably shorter than Jayce, but equally as handsome... Also, he was visibly distressed.

"Uh, hi you two. Hi. How you doin'?." - The boy greeted you, shaking your hand loosely as he fidgeted around, looking over his shoulders. You were pretty positive the stranger didn't even look you in the face before gripping your hand. "Hi?" - You asked, furrowing at him. He'd been shaking your hand for over a minute, still searching for something in the crowd... Or someone. - "Do you need something?" "I'm in a bit of trouble. Hi." - The boy jumped over to shake Jayce's hand frantically. - "Could you help me? It won't take long." "What can we do for you?" - Jayce asked. You've been both grinning by that point. The boy's behavior was funny. "I'm trying to run away from my blind date. She's been going on a tangent about how we 'belong together even in the heavens' and that I must be the guy her 'oracle saw in the tarot cards'."

"That sounds scary." - Jayce admitted, carefully twisting his palm from the stranger's grasp. The blonde boy, however, didn't seem to notice as he still looked around for his blind date. - "What do you say, Y/N? I'd be pretty scared if you pulled out a stunt like that." "I was just about to get to what my oracle said about you, Talis, but I mean... It sounds like the start of a horror story. I'm down to whatever." "Geez, you guys are the best and I mean that. My name's Ezreal, by the way."

When Ez piped down a bit and wasn't searching for the mysterious oracle girl, he was good company. As you walked through the main square and adjacent streets, he explained that he was studying history at the Academy and that you were in the same year. His parents were archeologists who traveled all over Runeterra so he was often left in Piltover under the care of his uncle, famous professor Lymere. That's how Ezreal got into the Academy anyway - quoting Ezreal, 'it definitely wasn't his intellectual prowess'. The guy was in awe when Jayce also invited Ezreal to his convo to share some beers while waiting for the fireworks to go off. Even though he seemed to be a social butterfly, Ezreal admitted people didn't stick around for long, often calling him 'annoying' or 'difficult to be around'; Jayce's invitation genuinely moved him. That's how you met your two best friends in the whole wide world.

The three of you were so different that you completed each other. You've been the most grounded in reality - studying political situations and people gave you a good insight into the world around you. If the two boys felt like arguing with someone, you were their person - you could go on for hours, debating like your life depended on it, beating them with facts grounded in reality.

Ezreal, on the other hand, was the dreamer and romantic. Boy, oh boy, his romantic endeavors were something - each week, you'd have to commiserate and listen to him obsessing over a different girl. You and Jayce would be the first to know all the details about his latest miserable breakup and future plans. He'd been prone to dramatize and exaggerate. Also, while being street-smart and intelligent (to a degree), Ezreal could come across as very naive and innocent. It was fun watching him not having a clue about his romantic interest's innuendos or hints, ignoring it all like the sweet summer child he was. You'd seen a lot of his romantic failures, if you had to be honest - the boy often invited you and Jayce for hangouts with his newest discovery (secretly hoping to set you up), and at times, you had to do your best not to start hysterically laughing right into his face. You loved Ezreal.

Jayce was the scientist of your group - he'd constantly lived in the world of wonder, progress, and inventions, constantly building towards a better future. His grind never stopped for anything. You and Ezreal would listen to his drunken rambles about how he'll change the world one day - you liked to believe Jayce. His dreams sounded nice. Despite Ezreal's best hopes, the two of you never hit it off - there was never a spark of romantic interest between you. Jayce often joked he didn't have time for romance, but if he would, he'd definitely ask you out - at that, you'd laugh and say 'Stop keeping your damn hopes up, this ain't happening, Talis'. Anytime you'd bump into something you didn't understand or felt emotionally vulnerable and wanted to share with someone, Jayce became your go-to person. His condo became the party's designed hangout spot, so you'd spend most of your Academy days there, watching over Piltover with dumb smiles.

All and all, you couldn't ask for better friends.

It was also this duo that expected your acceptance letter with batted breath alongside you. As usual, you'd barge into his condo. The two were talking before Ezreal raised his eyes to you frantically waving the letter around. Before you barged in, Ezreal was leaning over Jayce's shoulder (talking about Rachel... Again) and watched as the scientist connected wires in his latest contraption.

You and Jayce graduated earlier this summer, actually. Jayce, as you expected, finished his studies with a red diploma. You'd expect him to move out of Piltover, and work on his tech in collaboration with scientists from the other states - to your surprise, the man chose to work under the science faculty of the Academy. Ezreal, on the other hand, had to retake two classes - maths and geography of Runeterra... Despite all odds, this was a major success in your books. He'd been expecting to retake at least four. "It's here, bozos." - You announced, demanding their full attention. Ezreal straightened up, walking closer to you - Jayce just turned around in his chair and waited for you to start reading. "I'm sure it's Shurima. Like, 100% positive. Heimer talked about you enthusiastically last week, Y/N. I've heard it all." - Coach Ezreal mumbled supportively while walking behind you to massage your shoulders. As he patted your shoulder, you nodded at his words and let out a huge sigh before tearing the envelope outside. You had to be the next Piltoverian diplomat. It had to be you. It was always supposed to be you.

"Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N." - The letter started. - "It is a pleasure to welcome you on board our organization as the newest foreign service specialist. That's a good sign, no?" - You took a breath in, looking at both the boys; your fingers were trembling, breath shallow. "Jesus, don't stop in the middle of the letter!" - Ez exclaimed with a furrow. "Just go on." - Jayce mumbled, hanging on your lips. "Due to exceeding the number of current foreign specialists in the field, we are pleased to announce your new position as the official negotiator between the two states of Piltover and Zaun... Your accommodation in the state of Zaun will be... In case of unclarities, please contact..." - The blood in your veins froze as you read more and more. - "... Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Oh no..." - Ezreal sighed softly, his expression sagging as he watched tears forming in your eyes. You could barely breathe, your fingers shaking, your heart beating rapidly. You've never felt more betrayed in your life - this should've been your fucking moment to spread your wings and leave Piltover. You were supposed to explore the world just like you and Ezreal dreamed. You've been supposed to take part in negotiations between nations and... - "It's okay." "It's not okay!" - Both the boys' hearts broke upon seeing you break down, squealing at the top of your lungs. - "I've worked so fucking hard and everything..." - Jayce offered you an empty bottle so you could break it by throwing it on the ground, letting the anger out. It was better to clean up some mess than see you in ruins. - "... And that bitch, that old foul hag, that fucking snake!" - (Another bottle) - "I've always known she wouldn't fucking let me go. The moment I met her during my evaluations, I knew she hated me." - (Another bottle) - "To her bad fucking luck, Heimerdinger liked me, so she couldn't just get rid of me." - Your hand stretched out for another bottle, but Jayce stopped you. "I don't think she dislikes you..." - Talis approached you from behind, carefully massaging your shoulder. - "I just think something's going on in Zaun. The council would have someone who lived here their whole life and can trust as their diplomat, rather than someone who's not oriented in the problems and dynamics."

"Hey, I gotta repeat that geography class just because I looked at the professor funny. No one even wants to employ me." - Ezreal spoke slowly and softly, smiling at you. Grinning at his statement, you started to dry out your tears. "You gotta repeat it because the professor found out you're fooling around with his daughter." "Ehh... Maybe, but that's not the point." - Ezreal giggled, smoothing your shoulder. - "Listen, Y/N, you're the smartest and prettiest girl I know. You're able to inspire people, talk them through everything, and argue for hours when it comes down to it. And... The Undercity's not that bad, really. I know a few dudes selling fun stuff. I can introduce you to some of them to get you started?" "Ezreal..." - It was a high-pitched whine as you hugged him, letting out a long breath. His words made you emotional, moving you until you felt a fuzzy warmth spreading inside your chest.

"But... If I'm the prettiest girl you know, why didn't you ask me out yet?" - You joked, giggling. Being transferred to the Undercity wasn't all bad. It had its advantages - you'd stay close to your family and best friends. You didn't have to hope you'd bump into each other once a year, you could see them anytime you wanted. You'd be on hand in case your ma or bro needed help with the hat shop. You didn't have to leave your old life behind. "Because I respect you too much to let you fool around with someone like me." - The blonde sighed, hugging you back. Jayce was already on cleaning duty, brewing you all a cup of hot cocoa. It was exactly what you needed, in his expert opinion. As usual, Jayce was right. "... It's because you know I'd see right through your bullshit, right?" "... Yeah, you got me there, girl."

Two weeks later:

The Undercity was definitely not what you'd expect. First things first, it smelled horrible - when you talked to the lady who was introducing you to the issues at hand, she warned you about the possibility of wearing a mask. The Grey (fumes from factories located in the Underbelly) was making the air heavy. So far, so good; while the place reeked, it never got too bad. Secondly, the people didn't cut your head off when meeting you. The Trenchers were indifferent when it came to you; it was clear as day you weren't native to Zaun, but they didn't care much. The number of Enforcers traveling to Zaun was actually quite impressive. You've been worried you'd have to fight for your life, but just like Ezreal promised, Zaun wasn't that bad. Thirdly, your newly assigned condo and monthly payment were good. It gave you enough financial freedom to be fully self-sufficient, which felt simply wonderful. People from the agency acted respectfully towards you, putting weight on Jayce's words; maybe it was a last-minute decision to assign you to Zaun. Maybe, something was brewing on the horizon.

Your assigned informant from the agency told you to ask for Sheriff Grayson of the Piltover's Enforcers. If she knows who's the authority in Lanes, she could introduce you to them and get you accustomed. The problem with Zaun was simple - the city wanted independence from Piltover. If you wanted proof, all you had to do was to take the last riot into account. Your job was to secure a fool-proof plan that would benefit both parties while not degrading either. Well, with Piltover's attitude towards Zaun, that ask turned into a whole another pain in the ass, you realized fairly soon-ish.

Sheriff Grayson turned out to be a reasonable, charming woman with a lot of wisdom regarding both sides of the conflict; she referred to someone named 'Vander', the man who had a reputation and respect among the Zaunites. Ezreal wasn't aware of anyone named Vander, but he knew a black-market trader named Benzo. The blonde swore that if anyone knew Vander, it would be his dealer. "You look like you're acclimatizing fairly well." - The boy brought up as you locked the door to your condo, leaving to see Benzo. - "How is Zaun treating you?" "Hm... It's not as bad as I'd assume, no one tried stabbing me so far." - It was a bad joke, but Ez chuckled nonetheless. Walking down the stairs, your elbow mindlessly entwined with his as usual. You were happy Ezreal came to visit you in the Lanes. Throughout the last week, you've only talked to Sheriff Grayson and your sweet land lady who also had dementia.- "I'm just... Lonely. The two of you are living on the other side of Sun Canal. Getting over that damn bridge is hard, even for a diplomat. That said, the folk are more or less nice around here. They don't welcome me with arms wide open, but they're polite so far."

"Sounds like you'll get used to living here before you know it. You'd get along even with someone as demonic as old prof Lymere, on my honor." "Your uncle sounds like a tough nut. I appreciate the trust, though, young Mr. Lymere. Big preach." "After you, m'lady Y/L/N." - Ezreal exclaimed dramatically, holding the front door open for you; he even bowed, having you giggle under your breath.

Seeing Zaun through Ezreal's eyes was fascinating. The blonde definitely spent a lot of time here, knowing most of the small shops and dark alleys you wouldn't dare to go to alone. As you walked through the Lanes, he told you the history of it all; how Zaun came to be, what were its most historically significant locations, and a bit about their culture (Ezreal described it as 'pretty grim' and moved on). Benzo's pawn shop was located just off the main street - it wasn't in any grim alley where you wouldn't go in a million years or anything like that - it was a pretty nice place if you'd have to be honest. Sure, most of the goods were giving 'not acquired legally' vibes, but that wasn't your jurisdiction, so you didn't bother commenting on it. Benzo himself wasn't a bad person either, you liked him. After Ezreal introduced you, the atmosphere even shifted to a lighthearted meeting of two acquaintances. A small boy was slacking around the pawn shop, goggling his enormous brown eyes at you, but Benzo soon sent him away.

"At least, he'll have something to tell the other nuisances about." - Benzo sighed, clearly referring to other children growing up in the Lanes. - "Young Mr. Lymere. What do I owe the pleasure?" "I'm not here for business today, Benzo. My friend needs a bit of help." "Ah, really? And what can I do for the young lady? Anything particular she's looking for?" "Not something, but someone. She's not... Interested in buying, if you will." - Ezreal explained as he played with various trinkets lying around the shop. You didn't want to talk until you'd be introduced, so you simply stood around and watched the exchange. - "Y/N was sent here by the council." - In that instant, Benzo's demeanor switched to hostile for a bit. "Ah, wonderful." - The man gritted with a forced smile. - "What do these jerks need?" "I'm here to handle diplomatic communications between Piltover and Zaun. Seems like the council finally considered Zaun's declaration of independence, the one that happened a year ago. I'm here to ensure things go as smoothly as they can. I mean no harm."

Benzo watched you with a furrow, thinking about his answer. Ezreal leaned into the counter with a mischievous smile on his lips. - "Y/N is one of the best people I've met, Benzo, I can vouch for her if my word means anything to you." "Sorry if I came across as an old bastard, the folk often call me one." - The pawnshop laughed, offering you his palm. - "Name's Benzo, young lady. I'm the owner of this pawnshop, as Mr. Lymere surely informed you. Nice to know someone cares."

Yeah, only if you cared voluntarily, huh? You accepted the handshake nonetheless, offering him the sweetest smile you mustered. - "Y/N Y/L/N, call me Y/N. Nice to meet you, Benzo." "See, I told you, you'll be fine anywhere." - Ezreal smiled, nudging your side. "Who's the poor soul you're looking for?" "Sheriff Grayson referred me to someone going by 'Vander'. Said he's a geezer with one hell of a reputation around here. If there would be anyone these folk listen to, she said, it's Vander. Ever heard of him? I'd like to go over what the people could want so I could relay it to the council and start with the negotiations."

"If I know that old rascal? Ha!" - Benzo started laughing again. You liked him more and more by the minute. - "Everyone around here does. He runs a pub, you had to cross it on your way here. The Last Drop, does that ring any bells?" "Oh, yeah!" - Both you and Ezreal nodded in unison. The main pub in the largest square of the Lanes, a local district filled to the brim with former black market operations as Ezreal informed you just half an hour prior. - "Looked welcoming." "You bet, two lovebirds like you won't find a better place to make out anywhere around here." "Oh! That's not... You got it wrong!" - You exclaimed, falling into a fit of wholehearted laughter. This was the first time you laughed during your stay in Zaun - you laughed so hard your belly hurt, tears streaming down your face. "I know we've been over this, but this genuinely hurts my feelings, Y/N." - Ezreal muttered, fighting laughter himself. - "Anyway, thanks for the help, Benzo."

"You ever go there to have a cold one by any chance?" - You wondered, wiping the tears, calming down. Each time people assumed you and Ezreal were a thing, this was your reaction - breaking down, laughing so hard you cried. - "I've got the feeling I'll be spending a lot of time there." "I'll see you around, Y/N." "Can't wait!" - As the door closed behind you, Ezreal nudged your side again before letting you entwine your elbow with his. It helped you feel safe, especially in places such as this.

The Last Drop. Entering the pub, you got a feeling this is precisely the place where everything goes down. This was your first time being in a place such as this, so you looked around with batted breath while Ezreal led you to a table, nodding at a few people here and there. It genuinely felt like the lair of all the sin and alcohol. People played pool, some sulked around drinking, dancing in front of a small jukebox, playing cards or arm wrestling, laughing, and joking around. Each game was played for a bid, this pub was gamble-core galore. While you never even tried playing poker for money, Ezreal genuinely seemed to be acquainted with some of the Last Drop's patrons, nodding their way. These people felt different than those who you met until that moment... More alive, more fun, nicer. Well, until a skirmish broke out in front of the bar; a 6'8 man with chemtech augmentations punched another dude square in the face, resulting in both of them being dragged out by other patrons.

And that was when you first saw him.

He'd been talking with a woman sitting at the bar, snickering at her remark while absentmindedly polishing pints. The man, whoever he fucking was, looked like a sculpture. First, there was the smile - the mischievous spark in it, something vaguely boyish in his eyes as he looked at the woman, his watery-colored eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Secondly, you admired his facial structure. There was something so... Good-looking about his jaw and small, nicely shaped lips. You liked it when he smiled and immediately started imagining if you could make him laugh. Your heart skipped a beat upon that imagination. Thirdly, his hair and beard were visibly kept in good shape, but overgrown; it looked good on him, though, which was a look not a lot of men could pull off. And fucking lord, he was so well built. Broad shoulders, strong forearms, nicely shaped waist that begged to be hugged by your arms. Piltover didn't have men like similar to this kind, you were sure of that - he appeared to be gruff, but the mischievous smile told you otherwise. His posture and body screamed dominance, but his eyes whispered safety.

There was no doubt in your mind that the mysterious bartender was probably twice your age and that you definitely shouldn't be thirsting over him. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't look away from him - the longer you watched him, the more deranged scenarios devoured your mind. Witch each piece of clothing disappearing, your mouth felt drier, the boiling hot blood traveling right between your thighs. It was impossible to look away from him. His presence ensured you wouldn't pay attention to anything else as you sat there, gravitating towards him like a moth to a lamp.

Each move he made was like cinema to you and each time his lips moved as he talked to the lady, butterflies started tingling in your belly. You wanted him to talk to you this way, was it a far cry to imagine you'd catch his attention? What were you thinking? He was a Trencher, you were a Piltie; two utterly different worlds. This guy probably wouldn't be interested in you, would he? Well, a girl can dream...

"Ezreal to Y/N. Are you okay?" - Ezreal bumped into your shoulder, making you finally look away from the bartender. Clearing your throat, trying not to appear as a flustered deer in the headlights, you looked at the spunky kid standing next to your table, seemingly getting your order. Her expression was unreadable and judging by her age and the bruise under her eye, she wasn't working here voluntarily. Who was she? "Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. What's the best drink you have?" - You tried sounding at least a bit excited, but the kid just pointed to the menu and walked away. - "She seems friendly." "Probably got herself into some sort of trouble and got punished by helping that Vander guy, don't take it too personally." - Ezreal muttered, watching as you got up. - "Where are you going?" "I'll the bartender about the best drink… And about Vander." "And will you at least get a beer for me?" - Ez cried out as you disappeared into the crowd showing him thumbs, too busy staring at the mysterious man to look back at Ez.

If you weren’t mesmerized by the bartender, your shoulder wouldn’t bump into a very imposing woman who, at the time, played pool with her buddies. If you hadn’t bumped into her, she wouldn’t spill and break her pint on the ground. If her beer hadn’t been spilled, she wouldn’t turn around to take a good look at you. Upon the sound of shattering glass, the pub fell silent for a second, everyone turning their attention to the two of you. Before Ezreal got the time to get off his ass to get you outta there, the woman shoved you to the ground; so harshly that your head hit the wooden flooring. The bartender was forgotten as you grunted in pain, picking yourself off the ground; you didn’t have to bother, though. The woman gripped the hem of your jacket, making you tiptoe as she forcibly invaded your space - even though you didn’t consider yourself to be the smallest bean in the room, her physical build definitely overshone yours. She watched you like fucking prey, ready to kick or punch your teeth in.

“The fuck do you think you doin’, huh?” - The woman gritted through her teeth, biting down on a toothpick. - “You're not local, are you? Fucking Pilties, thinking you own everything 'round here, actin' like nothin' can happen to you. Guess what, princess.” “It was an accident. Put her down so we can talk this through. Sevika, c'mon.” - The friend she played against was trying to get you outta there. Even though it was a nice sentiment from the stranger, Sevika scoffed as her palms pulled you even closer.

Holy shit. Were you about to get your soul kicked out of you just two weeks after moving into Zaun? Had to be some sort of speed run record, you were positive.

“As if. Pilties gotta learn their lesson, just like we learned ours back on the bridge. Better if this pretty little thing learns it soon on.” “I’ll buy you another round, how 'bout that?” - You choked out with trouble, catching her palms in yours as you did your best to defuse the situation. Ezreal was standing just next to you now, ready to get into a fight if it would get to it. The boy, bless him, being a sweet summer child was still willing to fight for your dignity and honor. - “I’m sure we can talk about it.” “That’s all you, fucking Pilties - all talk and no walk. Zaun isn’t for people like you. You don’t belong here, sweetcheeks, you ruined our lives and now,…” - With each word, Sevika brought you closer, tightening the grip on your t-shirt. Just as you started to feel her breath on your cheeks, someone else stepped into the spectacle - someone's palm circled around her forearm, forcing her to put you back down.

It was him, the man you were mesmerized with. The bartender. The tender expression and feelings in his eyes were replaced with an unpleasant furrow directed towards Sevika. Now that he was closer, you realized he was even more handsome than you assumed. His head was cocked towards his shoulder, his brows knitted together, veins on his palm and forearm prominent due to the force he applied on Sevika's grip.

“'t’s enough.” - The man said quietly and slowly, the tension immediately defusing into thin air as your feet touched the ground. - “‘t was an accident, nothin’ more. Lass said she’ll buy you a new round, so I don’t see any problem 'ere. This is not how we welcome people 'round here.” "Old man, did you already forget..." - Sevika gasped for air, the muscles on her arm tensing as she got ready to pack a hefty punch to the man. The bartender, however, remained cool as a cucumber - simply stared at her, not flinching out of the way. "Of all the folk 'round, I'm the one who remembers everythin'. Also, you should remember it's unwise to threaten the guy who pours the drinks 'round here." "Let's get you some air, you." - Sevika's companion mutters, tugging her towards the door. - "Let's go for a walk, c'mon."

"Hey." - When Sevika was out of the door, the life in the pub started moving again - people got back to their gambling, arm wrestling, and talking, seemingly forgetting about anything even happening. The bartender was now turned to you, patting your shoulder gently while leading you towards the bar. - "You alrite?" "I'm whole, which is better than I anticipated. Sorry for causing trouble during your shift, though. Must be a lot as it is." "Huh?" - That smirk... His damned smirk made you forget about who you've been and what you were supposed to be doing in the Last Drop. - "Trouble? Sevika? Don't take it personally. I know that can be hard to do, but still. Local folk are usually much nicer."

"I've noticed." - You nodded, flushing simply because he was talking to you. Christ, you were down bad, almost starting to feel like Ezreal. - "Been living here for the past two weeks. You people are... Indifferent. But better than you being hostile." "Indifferent?" - The guy repeated after you, sending you a small, warm smile. - "That's a first. Never been called indifferent before. That a compliment?" "Depends on if you'd like to take it as such, I suppose." - His expression made you smile back at him, heart pounding in your chest. "Y'know what? I'll take it as one." - His chuckle almost sent you spiraling, making you smile at him dumbfoundedly. - "So, what can I do you for?"

"I would want a beer for that gentleman over there." - Pointing over at Ezreal, the boy just waved in your direction. - "And a drink for me." "Ordering 'a drink' doesn't narrow it enough I'm afraid, sweetheart." "What's your best drink, then?" - You wondered, enjoying the atmosphere and banter you had going on. "Do you like surprises?" "I can do without them." - You sighed in defeat. - "I can make an exception, though. One-time ocassoon, tho, don't take your chances." "Wouldn't dream of it."

While he mixed the drinks, you were keeping him company. Letting the banter flow, he started asking you why you moved to Zaun, whether you're suffering or enjoying yourself, and how you like the pub... Small talk every bartender makes to appease their customers, more or less. Even though it was this basic, you couldn't look away from him - where he moved, your eyes followed. When he smiled, you mimicked. Whenever he was closer than a foot, your heart skipped a beat. He smelled so nice, so earthy, like wood, jasmine and oranges.

"Oh, by the way." - You reminded yourself as he finished the drink, facing away from you to keep it as 'a surprise'. Uh-hm was all you got in response. - "I'm here to meet someone named Vander? Rings a bell?" "I'd assume so. What do ya need of that old bastard, sweetheart?" "I'm here to talk about possible future negotiations between Piltover and Zaun. The council wants to grant this region greater rights in exchange for peace." "You're a diplomat?" - The man stopped, bright pink cocktail umbrella hanging between his fingers. The atmosphere seemed to fade away while he processed the information, his smile disappearing.

"Listen, you have nothing to worry about. I'm here to make sure everything goes smoothly and help as much as I can. Vander isn't in any sort of danger. Sheriff Grayson referred to him as someone who'd be in a position to make demands for the Zaunites." "You're pretty young for a diplomat's what I meant to say, sweetheart. Don't take it the wrong way. One'd assume such a young thing would have other things on her mind." "You know him or not?" - You asked, amused by his explanation. "'s me. Vander, pleasure's on my side."

Oh shit. Oh fuck. So this was Vander. The former 'Hound of the Underground', as Grayson informed you. This beautiful man, this absolute spectacle... Was the guy you'd spend hours and hours with talking about political nonsense? This both excited and worried you. It was a curse in disguise. How were you supposed to even start talking to him? The moment you'd be alone, your mind would fill with very inappropriate fucking thoughts. "Oh, snap." "Haven't heard anything more Piltoverian in a long time. Well... How 'bout you?" "What about me?" "What's your name, sweetheart? Wouldn't mind calling you names, but when we get to business, I wouldn't wanna come across as immature... God forbid rude." - The way his tongue deliberately stretched 'business' between his lips made you swoon, gasping for air in hopes Vander wouldn't notice (he definitely noticed).

"Y/N, my name's Y/N Y/L/N. Pleasure's on my side." "Hey now, that's my line." - With a chuckle, Vander put down a cocktail in front of you. It was dark blue, frothy with crushed ice, decorated by a piece of orange and that pink cocktail umbrella you'd seen earlier. - "Look at the beauty." - Vander smiled, pushing it a bit closer. No idea what he was talking about (whether you or the cocktail), but your heart skipped a beat. Again. - "The best drink I can make. Hope it'll taste good. "How much?" "Hm?" - Vander asked, watching as you pulled out your wallet. "For the drinks. How much?" "Leave it, 's on the house." "No way, cowboy. How - much?" "Take it as compensation for Sevika's tantrum earlier, doll." - Fucking hell, this nickname almost gave you a heart attack. - "If you keep on flatterin' me, ya not payin' a single dime." "Unprofessional. Immature. Rude." - You gritted and passed a few Valors on the bar. - "Take the tip, at least." "'Aight. Can say no to that. If you'd want another drink or anythin' else, just wave at me. I'll be there in no time. Deal, sweetheart?" "What a smooth criminal you are, Vander. Thank you kindly." - As you took both drinks and walked back to your table, you couldn't see the smile freeze on Vander's face as you called him a 'smooth criminal'. Did you know? Had Greyson mentioned his impressive portfolio that still haunted him to that day? The Hound of the Underground. That's how people knew him, why they respected him.

"So, did we find the guy, or..." "Right there. The bartender. That's our guy." "Oh... Wow." - Ezreal leaned his elbow into the chair, eyeing Vander properly. - "Seems decent enough of a man. Expected someone older, though." "He's very nice and very polite." "Heh. Sure. Nice and polite." - Ezreal snickered, looking at you. You really had no fucking clue, did you? About how assertive you were, about how lovely the features of your face were. On the occasions, he and Jayce got you into a tight corner and you got flustered (which happened rarely) and you became a stuttering, annoyed mess, you were one of the most beautiful girls Ezreal had laid eyes on. And no, he wasn't saying it out of chivalry or because you two were best friends - it was because you were best that he pulled his head out of his ass for once and behaved the best he could. Back when you got the letter? Ezreal meant each word.

Collaborating with Vander actually wasn't as bad as you worried it'd be. With each meeting, you'd swoon harder and harder but managed to pull your head out of your ass to focus on the responsibilities at hand. In the beginning, Vander did his best to inform you about how things are and go in Zaun so you'd be accommodated better. Usually, he'd either invite you before he'd open the pub or reserve you a spot at the bar, where you'd talk about points that started coming up over time - like Enforcer oppression, increasing drug usage, and inadequate means for children to reach at least basic education. His points and observations were reasonable and understandable.

When he wouldn't be talking about business with you, as he settled on calling it, your mind would be consumed with him as he rambled about everything and nothing. Sometimes, you wouldn't even listen to him, you'd simply sip on your drink and let his deep voice intoxicate your brain. His smell, God almighty, his fucking smell. Over time, you've become mesmerized with the details. Vander throwing the tea towel over his broad shoulder, polishing the bar, the muscles on his back dancing in unison. How his fingers ruffled his hair. His smile when he greeted patrons and regulars. How he bit on his lower lip when he thought of a response. How he smoothed his beard when you said something out of pocket... So many details. You loved watching him like a stage play, especially when he served other guests. Did he know? He must've known - he'd send you a knowing grin each time your fingers brushed over the document you've been working on. Vander even went as far as figuring out which nickname you liked the most. Seeing as you shrugged and stuttered each time he'd call you a doll, it became his most used word.

Was he this attentive to all the other female guests? You couldn't tell. You liked watching him work, yes, but you weren't listening in on their conversation. Was it a formality, due to occupation, a game or did he mean it when he occasionally flirted with you? Some compliments Vander came up with left you speechless. He was the man to notice subtle wardrobe changes and make-up experimentations, mainly because you dressed differently than 90% of the local population. He'd be the first to comment on phrases 'so Piltoverian it hurt'. When it got late enough at the Last Drop and you'd be tipsy enough, Vander got daring enough to compliment your smile, saying it always 'lit up his entire day'. This man knew how to run his fucking mouth, sending you into spirals each time he'd whip out a compliment.

What he was hesitant about, however, was touching you - in moments when he stopped paying attention, his hand would slip on your shoulder blades as he watched you writing into the document. You never commented on it, you loved it when he touched you - it sent a heat wave through your entire body, making your breath hitch in your throat and push your thighs close together. As soon as he saw you looking at his palm, it would be gone from your back, leaving you craving more.

Benzo became one of your best friends in the Undercity, you had to admit. He had his oddities, but he'd welcome you inside his shop whenever you dropped for a visit. Ekko, the young boy you've met earlier, was introduced to you as his ward. The boy grew to adore you - you'd bring him sweets when you visited Piltover and tell him about how it looks and works up there. Benzo explained that his ward is very good with inventions, a scientist by heart - you'd promised Ekko you'd show him Jayce's workshop sometime in the future. Each time he'd be in Last Drop, whenever you came to have something to eat, a drink, or work with Vander, Benzo'd wave at you over the entire pub and save you a spot on the bar. Even though his business surely had little to nothing to do with legality, you grew fond of him.

That night, you've waited until Vander would close the pub. The place slowly depopulated while Vander flickered most of the lighting, drowning it in darkness. The only remaining light was above your head, shining right into the Blue Lagoon you'd ordered earlier. "And who'd busted your bubble?" - Vander asked quietly, watching as you played around with the cocktail umbrella. No matter what drink you ordered, he ensured you'd always have a cocktail umbrella stuck in. - "Even put some oranges in it, you've seemed to enjoy it the last time." "Just tired, I think, been finishing the document so I can turn it in. Grammar and formatting are a pain in the ass." "Sorry to hear that, doll." - The big guy huffed, sitting on the neighboring stool while patting your shoulder. Joining in, he poured himself a beer. Again, your breath hitched as you enjoyed every second of his body touching yours. - "What was wrong with the last draft? Thought it looked decent 'nough?" "Overlooked some paragraphs and spacing. Council would return it to me the moment they'd notice." "Well, 't least you tried." "Hm." - You sighed, putting your head on the bar.

"Hey, you." - Vander chuckled, his head cocked to the side as he tried keeping eye contact with you. - "Can you smile?" "Why would I do that? I'm suffering." "C'mon, pretty girl. Smile." - He'd whisper, gently caressing your back. The caress made you breathe in shakily, smiling as he asked. - "See? The nite is suddenly much better." "You're such a comedian. Why do I take the bait each time?" "Maybe you like smilin' at someone handsome as me?" - Vander opposed, making you giggle. He was the handsome man you'd met, that much was true.

It wasn't just about being attracted to him at this point, though. There was more than level-surface attraction and crackling chemistry - you liked him. Seriously liked him. As you lay away in your flat, you'd play with your blanket and think about how things could be in a perfect world - Vander would close the inn and come home shortly after midnight, kissing you on the forehead after he'd take off his jacket. That would most certainly wake you up, so you'd join him in the kitchen for a bit before leading him to bed. You usually had to stop yourself, forcefully, from letting the daydream carry on - you'd only imagine stripping him of his clothes when you got desperate enough, jerking off before sleep. It needed to be let out. Vander had to know how you felt about him. To either decline your offer or agree to try pushing the boundaries a bit. You've been tipsy enough to conclude that confrontation was a great fucking idea - you've had enough of watching other women goggling their eyes at him, pushing their breasts together as they'd order. It was bothering to look at his well-trained smile (the smile you've learned to love) as he answered them, winking their way. You liked the guy, you loved spending time with him... And he seemed to be interested as well. To what degree, you had no idea about it, but he surely liked having you around.

"Or maybe..." - It took all of your courage to turn at him, putting your palm on his upper thigh. Vander's fingers stopped caressing the glass, squinted his eyes, and tried deciphering what you've been up to. Your touch felt wonderful and, for the love of God, you smelled so good. "What has gotten into you, doll, hm?" - The man whispered, gently moving strands of your hair out of your face, smiling warmly. Your eyes were open wide, filled with little sparkles as you stared at his face. "I want to kiss you, Vander." - With those words, his motions stopped altogether.

Of course, he thought about kissing you. Multiple times - each time you were sitting at the bar and sent him a smile, to be precise. It would be easy to simply lean over, smooth your cheek, and steal all your thunder. In fact, you couldn't have an idea what you were doing to him, intoxicating his brain with the sweetest scenarios and possibilities. It would be the easiest way of shutting you up whenever Vander got you flustered; he enjoyed when you turned into a stuttering, annoyed cute little mess, though. It was endearing watching you try to get yourself off the sinking boat while digging yourself a deep grave. Vander also thought about much more than just kissing you - he'd seen you naked so many times (inside his head), he'd swear he'd recognize your body amongst other women, even with the lights off. Your strange turns of phrases often made his tummy tingle with butterflies as he laughed, explaining to you that you sounded too Piltoverian. Your expression and widened eyes goggling at him made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside... You've managed to make the Hound of the Underground soften. Fucking God almighty, your outfits made Vander's heart flutter - it was a mix of everything; sometimes you'd be wearing a fluffy white blouse paired with a brown tar-tar vest and derby trousers, other times you'd appear in a bright-colored dress and paired with, again, a tight vest. Even though you always looked out of place, Vander loved that about you. His eyes never searched for you too long, not to mention you looked like an absolute goddess. The derby trousers did nothing for your buttcheeks. When serving, he'd have to keep himself away from you so he wouldn't slap them. How would you sound if he'd made you squeak? Or if you'd be a whining, meowling mess as he'd hover over you, losing his senses to you? How would his name sound when screamed at the top of your lungs?

No matter how hard Vander had it for you (literally and figuratively), there wasn't a world when it would work for both of you. He'd been a Zaunite gangster back in the day, recently reformed into a full-time father and pub owner. Ah, when talking about fatherhood - you didn't even know he's looking after four fucking kids. You didn't have a clue about Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor. How could you? Such a pretty young thing didn't deserve a life like this - bound to one place without the alternative to leave. Vander couldn't leave Zaun. But you could. Each time Vander realized how intelligent you truly were, it would knock the air outta his lungs - if there was anyone with a bright future, it got to be you. You had the entire Runeterra laying at your feed, ready for you to explore every nook and cranny. You had places to be, people to meet, work to do... No way he'd let you throw that away for someone like himself. Compared to you, he'd been significantly older, slower and already set in his tracks - you had a whole life ahead of you.

One kiss couldn't ruin anything, could it? You've been tipsy, ogling each other for the entire night, saying shit you shouldn't really say. He wasn't afraid of rejection - Vander was perceptive enough to recognize bedroom eyes on a woman from a mile away. He was afraid of rejecting you. Now that he knew you, it was impossible to imagine Last Drop without having you around. Benzo was fond of you, Ekko loved you (Benzo admitted that the little boy might be crushing on you a teeny-tiny bit) and most of the locals started treating you as an equal. You... You couldn't disappear out of his life.

He'd hesitated for too long. The grip on his thigh started to weaken as you pulled away, flustered beyond any reason - you were turning away, awkwardly coughing into your sleeve. Everything inside his body froze before he could stop it, pushing your palm back where it was - on his thigh, squeezing it gently. As you turned to face him, he leaped forward, kissing you. It made your head spin, that's how good of a kiss it was. Things you hadn't enough courage to admit out loud, all the desire and tension resulted in teeth clattering, tongues dancing, and lips crashing again... And again... And again. You've kissed like nothing else mattered, slipping off the stools - his knee parted your legs while his palms roamed his sides and lower back, spreading them further apart as he pressed you onto the bar, palms sliding along your curved back. If Vander hadn't the willpower to snap out, you'd likely end up bent over the pool table or the tappers. Thankfully, when he felt your fingers tugging his shirt out of his pants, he stepped away, catching your palm in his.

"I... 'm sorry, doll, I shouldn't have done that, I dunno what's gotten into me." - Vander whispered apologetically, awkwardly picking up the stool you'd knocked to the ground during the kiss. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I asked for it." "Doll, there's everythin' to be sorry 'bout." "What do you mean?" - As he registered the vulnerability in your voice, his eyes snapped to you, still leaning your back into the bar. God, you looked amazing with your lips swollen from the kiss. There wasn't time to admire, you, however -this was a fine line Vander found himself on. One wrong word and you could slip past his fingers, never to be seen again.

"You... You shouldn't even be here this late, sweetheart." "Are you trying to say you don't want me here? That none of this is... Real? Was it a game for you?" - The moment you started doubting this, Vander's finger snapped at you as he shook his head. "That's not what I'm sayin'. You should be in your bed, fallin' asleep next to someone your age, maybe that blonde boy'f yours. Seems to have the hots for you, poor kid. Instead, you're here, spendin' your time with someone like me." "Someone like you?" "I could be your father, Y/N." - Vander hissed. Wow. You couldn't recall the last time he'd use your first name - he had to be worked up real bad. "You'd have to start really early, then." - You chuckled, continuing before he caught another wind. - "You're getting yourself too worked up over nothing. It's... Just a kiss, nothing more - I'll still be your regular. I loved it." - Even though the last sentence was a mere whisper, it made Vander straighten up. The explosion of a guttural warmth inside his chest was insane, almost setting him on fire. Even though it wasn't any concrete confession, one step would lead to another...

"'t felt good tonite, will feel like shit tomorrow morning, doll, you'll see." - Sighing, Vander stepped closer to you, leaning into the bar while taking one of your palms to his, playing with your fingers. - "Whatcha thinkin', doll? A Piltie like you with a Tencher like me? C'mon now, what good would that bring?" - Taking a breath, Vander pushed a stand of your hand behind your ear. "How about you let me decide what I'd like to do and how I feel about kissing you? That okay?" - Sighing, you leaned your forehead into his shoulder and gently hugged his waist with your palms. - "I'll let you know the next time I drop by."

"Okay, lemme say it differently - what would such a pretty little pet like you even do with an old geezer like me? You're not just someone, you've even studied at the Academy - the Undercity ain't somethin' you should be aimin' for, Y/N. When I look at you, I see the future. And a damn bright one at that." - His fingers were ghosting along your jaw, his heart thumping steadily. You knew the tone and look in his eyes - like a kid staring at a toy they wouldn't be able to get in a million years. - "And when you change the world, me and Benzo'll tell everyone about ya - 'Y/N? That's our girl, one of the Zaunites; the one who'd been kind enough to kiss an old fool like me'." "To which I'd say I wished you'd kiss me ever since I've met. You're just... Like a fire and I'm a moth, constantly gravitating towards you. When you're not around, it's like my breathing gets heavier, I'm worrying about where you are, what you're doing, and if you're okay... And when I see you, this warmth spreads through my chest. There's not a day when I wouldn't wanna see you and let you poke at my accent or turns of phrases. Vander, I... I... I should go." - With that, you pushed Vander off and picked up your belongings, putting a few Valors on the bars as you usually did. If you continue running your mouth, you'll start unveiling things you did your best to keep hidden away from Vander. For example, that you loved him.

If you weren't so nervous, you wouldn't miss the mesmerized look Vander gave you, breathlessly staring at you. He knew what you've been trying to say - he was on the same boat. He was just a man in his best years trying to get by, helping his community and people. It was so fucking hard to believe a girl like you liked him for what he was. If you'd say it out loud, he'd believe you. He'd even say it back. Three words - such a short phrase would become his favorite. If you had enough courage to say it, he'd repeat it over and over. Instead, he watched as you packed your things, holding everything together with a last-ditch effort. - "If I keep on going, Vander, I'd probably say things neither of us want to hear. If a kiss made the situation this messy, we wouldn't withstand what's on my mind. I... I'll see you around, I promise."

God. You were wrong. So fucking wrong. You're almost out of the door when you hear Vander calling out your name, making you turn around. He'd been mustering up the strength to say it, but before he could... The courage dissipated as you smiled at him. - "Hm?" The way he stared at you dried your mouth and your knees weakened. If you've ever seen bedroom eyes on anyone, this was it. His eyes darkened, his breath short as he tried to come up with something... Anything. Lust was a double-edged sword, that much you realized. Vander would get on his knees to hear whatever stupid shit you had on your mind if there was a slight possibility you felt the same - if that'd be the case, you'd end up bent over the bar. Drunk fucking, that would be the worst thing you could do. If you'd get down to it, you wanted Vander to be sober. You wanted to be sure it was just him touching you, whispering sweet nothings, moaning at appropriate times; not alcohol. You didn't want it to be remorse either. The moment would be right if Vander hadn't started overthinking and overcomplicating shit. "I'll go now, Vander. Remember... I won't even regret kissing you."

You didn't have the balls to go for a beer for the two following weeks. You avoided The Last Drop as if it were a plague epicenter, not even looking its way when you walked through the Lanes. Benzo caught up on the shift, asking if everything was alright. Since Vander seemingly didn't bother with informing Benzo about what happened, you hadn't either; when you popped by his pawn ship to drop off some sweets for Ekko, Benzo even got the audacity to tell you that: 'Vander misses you, asks for you every nite, girl. Whatever the old bastard had done can't be that bad, can it?' Did Vander even do anything wrong? He hadn't outright rejected you, had he? It almost seemed he'd admit there's more to it than just a kiss. Emotions, perhaps? Well, you've been on a streak of childish behavior and you planned to continue.

No matter how long you worked during the night, Vander plagued your mind. You've missed him, the way he smiled at you, gently caressed you with his looks, and how delicate his tone was when he spoke with you. It was strange to work in silence since you've gotten used to the vivacity of the Last Drop. Your flat suddenly felt like a prison - too small, too dark, and too quiet. Even when Ezreal came over to visit you and sleepover, it didn't brighten up the mood. The boy wasn't stupid when it came to crushes and lovesickness - as soon as he heard you sigh, he'd been onto your ass, trying to lure details outta you. It wasn't a bad idea, actually - you needed your friends to help you solve the conundrum of 'Vander'.

"And... You left after that?" - Ezreal asked, genuinely shocked. You've called for an emergency meeting at Jayce's - all three of you were splattered all over Jayce's sofa, sipping on a beer, eating take-out. "What else was I supposed to do?" "So, you've fallen in love with this amazing Trencher..." - Jayce mumbled through the noodles in his mouth, sitting up. - "And he kissed you like anyone before?" "Yeah, it was... Wow. We've knocked over a few stools, even, but we were both drunk." - You reminded, sighing. "Have you seen how he looks at you?" - Ezreal asked you, having you cock your head towards him dumbfoundedly. - "Every time we're there for a drink, the guy doesn't look at anyone but you. Like there's no other person in the pub, just you."

"Have you heard a word from what I've told you?" "You ran away after he pointed out a few excellent points instead of telling him what's on your mind... And then left him conscience-stricken for two weeks. Without dropping by to tell him you're just confused." - Jayce reiterated. It wasn't like that, was it? You didn't run away without telling - Vander surely knew. Why didn't he comment or answer it in any way? It wasn't just your fault - there were two to blame. "I'm... I wasn't confused." "Don't take this personally, but we've never seen you fall in love with anyone. You fooled around at the Academy - who didn't? But it looks like when it comes to real feelings... You're not too good at conveying them. Lemme guess - you started talking, said something incredibly cheesy, and then rambled, didn't you?" - Ezreal asked, smoothing your shoulder. How did he know? God, these guys knew you better than you could ever know yourself. - "In response, Vander started rambling about the future - about how it couldn't be good for you and stuff. Even though it might've come across as dismissive, Y/N, that man thought about a future by your side. Also, we can't see every thought that goes inside that brain of yours, so it can be confusing to navigate at times. You love him, then? And want to fu..." - Ezreal nibbled on, making you unnerved and flustered. Was he just about to ask you if you wanted to fuck Vander? That casually, like it's nothing? "Yes, Ezreal, yes! I can't think of anything but him, I can't eat, can't sleep..." - You exclaimed, standing up to take a long breath. The duo gave you a run for your money, you had to admit. - "All I want is him. But I don't know how to do it or what to say. That's why we're here."

"Then I don't see a problem here. Do you, Ezreal?" "None, Jayce." "We're on the same page, then." - Jayce smiled, clinking his bottle to Ezreal's before taking a good swing. - "God, these noodles are so good." "If you two don't talk, I swear on Heimerdinger's inventions..." "Vander, from what I've gathered, is an upfront, honest guy..." - Jayce started, having Ezreal nod in confirmation. "... Then it's obvious what you have to do. Just tell him. Which part? I don't know. Just go for it." "That's the best piece of advice you got for me - 'just tell him'? Isn't that what I attempted last time?" "Oh, Y/N, girl." - Ezreal howled, pushing you back to the sofa between Jayce and him, and handing you back your beer. - "This time, you're gonna go straight to the point. No cheesiness, no romance - it'll be a love confession, but you see what I mean, right? Let me phrase it delicately... You'll tell him all about those dirty scenarios inside your head. We guys love hearing stuff like that, it boosts our confidence." "For once, I second everything Ezreal said. You got this, Y/N, look at yourself. Ezreal is mostly right when sensing crushes - if he says Vander's got it bad for you, I'd trust him."

Ezreal didn't leave you on your own, God bless this sweet summer child - he'd made sure you'd really go talking to Vander, even helped you with picking out the outfit. He'd put together something insanely simple, yet elegant - a white lacey dress, a suiting black vest with golden detailing to match your Wellington boots. When enriched with adequate, very subtle golden accessories, and the right hairstyle... "God, Ezreal. When did you plan on letting me know you're a fashionista?" - You wondered, turning around to see every inch of you. You had these pieces for years and never thought enough to piece them together. Your fashion sense wasn't bad, per se, but faded in comparison to Ezreal's. "I've been making fashion statements for some time now, one'd assume you noticed since we hang out all the time." - The boy muttered, sitting on your bed. "I look so good." - Still checking yourself out, you leaned towards the mirror to look at how the golden necklace sits on your neck. "You always did. I just pushed it a step further, that's all." - Making you stand up, Ezreal caught your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. - "What's the plan? Run it by me one last time."

"I'll walk in the Last Drop, looking like a million Valors." "Duh." "Tell Vander I'd like to talk to him... Alone." "Yeah?" "And when we're alone, I'll tell him what I wanna do to him... Which will be so incredibly disgraceful and awkward..." "It'll be disgraceful and awkward if you don't pull yourself together. Be confident, smirk, touch him, smooth his shoulder, bite your lip, wiggle your eyebrows - just don't turn into a flustered mess. Imagine you're in a debating competition if that helps. Show him how serious you are, don't leave a single question unanswered." - Coach Ezreal instructed you, having you nod with fiery passion. While not known for his intelligence prowess, Ezreal was a great leader and an amazing empath. He'd known you much better than you knew yourself, helping you cross bridges you'd deemed impossible. Now, he was doing it again.

"Alright, seems to me you're in the right zone and everything. My job here is done." - The boy grinned, fixing a few strands of hair behind your ear. - "I gotta catch a date for myself." "Who's the poor soul? Do I know 'em?" - You wondered, the Undercity accent rubbing its way in. No wonder, you've been living in Zaun for at least three months by that point. Ezreal didn't point it out, just grinned while picking up his stuff lying around. "Linda from the study department." "Wow!" - You exclaimed, locking your flat. You'd walk Ez out on your way to the Last Drop. - "Why do you sound so down, then? Weren't you pinning against Linda for months?" "Eh... I mean, yeah... The problem is I asked her out at a party, super-drunk, and everything. Don't even remember what I fooled her into believing. Remember that faculty party you didn't come with me because you were too busy ogling at Vander?" "Hey, I'm not taking accountability for that. Jayce was your babysitter for the night." "He, for one, was busy ogling some guy from Heimer's office and didn't make it in time to inform Linda it's not a great idea." - Ezreal grinned, watching as you gasped for air. Ogling a guy from Heimer's office? Damn.

"How come I hadn't heard about this 'till now?" "You were too busy putting that draft together. Even sobbed about it when I slept over last week. Didn't think telling you about Jayce's romantic endeavors would help much." "And... Who's the guy? Do we know him? What's Jayce's type?" - Eyebrows wiggling, you pressed on, making Ezreal chuckle. "No, don't know him, I saw him at the party for the first time. How'd I describe him... Frail and foreign for sure. Don't take it wrong, he's... Strangely handsome, that one. Think it's the accent doing it for our poor old Jayce." "Fuck me." - You snorted, opening the front door. - "Our science bro has it down bad for other scientists. Twist of the century." "I liked Viktor." - Ez mumbled while leading you towards the main parade. - "He's snarky and most likely a genius. Zaunite by heart, strangely perceptive, weirdly confident in the best way... You'd love him." "You think Jayce would ask him on his own?" "Eh, no, not really. I'll start working on setting them up soon." "What would we do without our romance and fashion guru, Mr. Lymere?" - Looking him in the eyes, you smiled while Ezreal caught your hands in his, nodding at you.

"Now, forget all about Talis and his non-existent game... I mean, the guy can flirt, that's for sure, but..." "Not the point, Ez." "Right." - Ezreal nodded some more, clearing his throat. - "When you come tomorrow evening for the play, all I'm going to hear about is how this hunky, handsome guy blew your back out, 'kay?" "Ez!" - It was a squeal as you started to laugh, stepping aside, breaking the moment. - "You gotta stop saying that. I'm not good with... Saying this stuff out loud, you know that." "Good luck, lovely." - The boy leaned in, kissed your cheek, and sent you one of his typical smiles before turning on his heels and leaving. God, you loved Ezreal.

As Coach Ezreal coaxed you into doing, you did your best to walk into the Last Drop like a million Valors (not to mention the intense break you took leaned into the pub's wall, trying to get your shit together). As per usual, the place was lively - people haggling around, playing cards, jukebox playing a nice tune while they drank. Since it was the weekend, Vander wasn't behind the bar alone; Vera and Jakob were his backup for the night. You'd admired how Vander and his part-timers work in unison. Their responsibilities were strictly given, so each of them had their own little universe to keep in check - Vander dealt with the orders, Vera mixed cocktails and prepared snacks and Jakob ensured there were always enough dishes. "Look who we got here! Hey, Y/N!" - Benzo's voice exclaimed so loudly it was heard all over the pub - some locals acknowledged you with a nod or wave, not staring for too long. Benzo, however, was seemingly happy to have his drinking buddy back in business. As you made your way towards the bar, you'd let the guy hug you clumsily before stepping aside.

The bartender hadn't said a word to acknowledge your presence. Hadn't even looked your way, it seemed. Was he hurt, just like Ezreal expected? Was he pissed to see you walk in so casually? Why didn't he reach out, then? You'd bet your money that he knew where you lived - one could never keep a secret while living in the Lanes. It took all your willpower to snap your eyes into Vander's face, waiting for him to do anything, say something so you'd know what you're on. Funnily enough, Vander didn't plan on making it easier for you. At first, you were worried that he'd truly become indifferent. Devil's always in the detail, you reminded yourself, searching for signs of what's going on inside his head. When you started noticing, your heart fluttered in your chest, hot blood rushed into your cheeks. His eyes lingered on your lips, the gulp he'd desperately tried to suppress, the grip tightening around the glasses he polished. He'd held onto them to forcefully his knuckles turned white.

"It's so good to see you, both of you." - With a smile, you turned towards the bar. Vander automatically pulled out your favorite coater (he'd hide it away from other guests, this one was yours specifically), leaning his hands into the desk like a let-down parent. "What can I get you?" - His mumble was quiet, devoid of any emotion. No nicknames, no jokes, no flirting, huh? He'd really have to be pissed off, then. "I'm here on business, actually." - Sending him a sweet smile didn't help either? Damn. - "Could I steal you for a minute or two? Won't be keeping you long and then I'm out of your hair, promise." "Somethin' goin' down up there?" - Benzo asked with worries in his tone. "Nothing I can't take off, Benzo. Just need Vander's expert opinion, that's all. He'll be back before you know it. Shall we?" - With a clap of hands, you sent Vander yet another warm smile. The bartender raised his eyebrows, sighed, and put his tea towel on the bar. Picking up his sandwich, he'd informed Vera about being gone for fifteen minutes (for his break) at tops before vaguely gesturing for you to follow him. Fifteen minutes was all you got, huh? Fuck.

You'd expect him to lead you to his office on the upper floor - Vander didn't deem you worthy enough to sit on his plushy chairs, because he'd open the back pantry for you, opting you to sit on one of the barrels. "Well, start talkin'. We ain't have the whole evenin' - is it about the readin' or somethin'?" - Without an ounce of care, he'd peeled the napkin off his sandwich, chewing on it. "How... Have you been?" "How have I... Thought you wanna talk business, young lady." - Vander reiterated mockingly, looking away from you; his eyes had been stuck on your lacy dress, drowning in the sight of your breasts pushed together to form a delightful cleavage - it wasn't showing too much, but it definitely showed more than usual. Your breasts looked so... He'd been this close to reaching towards you, undoing the vest so he could squeeze them and nuzzle his head to your chest. Fuck, you looked so absurdly alluring and tantalizing Vander couldn't stand to look at you. He was mad at you just an hour ago - he couldn't give in that easily. He'd spent the last two weeks being absolutely miserable - your seat remained empty night after night, your coater hidden behind the tappers. Even though he'd known you weren't coming, he'd always ushered customers from sitting on your stool - his mind often going back to your carefree smile, your elbow supporting your head as you watched every move Vander made, reminding him of the cute expression on your face. Even the kids caught onto his mood swings - Vi laid into him regarding what, to quote her, 'Fucking busted his bubble?'

It took you a lot of courage to pick yourself off the barrel, stepping closer to him. Did you look seductive? You didn't feel like it at fucking all. Vander freezing like a deer in the headlights hinted that you were on the right track.

"I'm here to finish the conversation we started last week." "Not this again..." - Vander countered and started picking himself up to leave - it was a surprise when you pushed him back on his ass, keeping one hand on his shoulder, soothing his jaw with your other one. "I don't think I made myself clear enough." "Oh, trust me, darlin', you've said plenty..." "Yeah? Then you're gonna listen to it all again, I guess. Poor you." - The sandwich was long forgotten, lying on one of the shelves as you cocked your head to the side, sending Vander the calmest, sweetest smile you could muster. Holy shit, you realized, Ezreal's advice worked. Vander couldn't look away from you as you leaned your knee between his, planting your thumb on his lower lip to enthuse you'd love to kiss him again. Feeling the softness of his mouth made you lick your lips.

"I hoped you'd be smarter than this, sweetheart." - Vander whispered, finally giving in to your touch - you could feel his fingers creeping up your calves, gently lifting your skirt up, traveling up to your thighs. - "I ain't good news for a young thing like you. You'll get bored soon 'nough, leavin' me behind. Won't even remember me a few years from now... Thought you not showin' up was a good sign." "Good sign?" "That you'd understood what I tried to say and decided it would be best not to fool around with someone like me." "I thought about this a lot over the last week - about you, me, and what I tried to do. I was drunk, we both were, and words didn't come across as I'd like 'em to." - Lifting his chin up, you started playing with his hair. - "No matter how much you hate hearing this, I'm really into you. I think I'm in love with you."

Everything stopped for a second - his grip on your thighs tightened as he brought you closer, staring at you with pure adoration. His expression didn't reflect all the love and happiness behind his eyes, but the fireworks going off told you more than you needed to know. He'd felt the same, to one degree or another. There wasn't any rush to say it back - when he opened his mouth to talk, your finger stopped him as you pressed it there. Cheekily, Vander planted a kiss on it, waiting for what you wanted to say. Rest assured, your words almost gave him a heart attack.

"Now - stop fucking telling me how I'll feel or what I'll do in a few years. I want to be in the now with you and you're making it pretty fucking difficult. How about you just forget about everything for one night and show me how you feel about me? I don't care if this isn't a good long-term decision or whatever you're about to say - you're what I want most now. And even if I'd become a real diplomat one day... Vander, we're smart. We can figure it out. Stay in the moment, here with me." - Stepping in, you could feel your thighs bump into his abdomen - still holding his head in your palm, you were standing directly above him. Fucking hell, he was even more handsome up close. You loved every small wrinkle and crevice of his skin, an almost invisible scar on his lower lip, prominent cheekbones, and hair so soft you wanted to simply tug on it. His fingers on your thighs started to move up and down, caressing your smooth skin - even that alone was enough to make you meowl softly.

"So, therefore, I propose we drop the act and focus on letting whatever this is blossom. Fuck, you have no idea about how many times I'd imagined kissing you, Vander, how I melt each time you smile or give me a cheesy compliment. No other man in my life makes my hands shake just by standing beside me. You have no idea how many times I've dreamt you'd be in my bed, taking my clothes off and eating me out... And all the things I'd like to do to you, shit." - You continued mumbling erratically, not really paying attention to what was leaving your mouth - Vander seemed mesmerized either way as he bent your knees carefully, lifting you up to sit his lap (given he was sitting on a barrel, that shit must've been uncomfortable as fuck). Hearing you curse for the first time was an out-of-world experience for him, especially when accompanied by quiet hisses and subtle moans. Every word leaving your lips was dipped in honey, making him gasp for air helplessly - if he'd like to, he was sure you'd be willing to undress right there and then. Your knees fit around his waist as if he was made for you, his hardening dick pressing onto your thigh the moment you wiggled a bit. Feeling him made you gulp and lick your lips as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, playing with his hair.

"I don't know what you're so scared of? I'm here, you're here... Let's just... See what happens." "Ain't this an abuse of power, miss diplomat?" - He whispered, making you giggle. "Would be if you didn't want to fuck me as desperately as I wanna fuck you." - You whispered, stealing a quick peck off his lips. This broke the dam, causing all the feelings and emotions to flood out. "You - have - no - idea - what - ya - doin' - to - me - doll." - After each word, Vander stole a kiss from your lips, his palms lifting your ass, making you rock on his waist, grinding on his dick with a raisin intensity. Each movement made you moan breathily, sending chills down your spine. and started grinding your groin against his, earning a breathy moan from you. - "Seein' you talk to men makes my blood boil 'cause I want to be the only one you give that pretty smile to. I wanna be the one wakin' up next to you, caressin' your skin, help you with showerin' your back, and see all the newest clothes and underwear you bring home... Mainly the latter, 'f course. I just... I just wanna be your man." "Then show me, baby." - You whispered quietly, pulling him for a proper kiss, grinding against his lap in a steady rhythm. Warmth was spreading through your tummy, making it tighten each time your clit grazed the fabric of his trousers.

"I'd love nothin' else, doll..." - The man hummed, holding your chin between his fingers. Dear lord almighty, you looked more sensual than any woman he'd met before you - you seemed to be intoxicated from his kisses and words, your face burning up as he dragged his finger along your cheek. Each time you rocked your hips over his cock, your entire body shivered, eyelids fluttering. Realizing it was him making you meowl, that he kissed you so passionately that your lips were swollen was the hottest turn-on he'd ever felt. - "But my break is almost over. No way I'd undress you in this damn pantry for our first time, you deserve somethin' much better. You free tonight?" "Hmhm? What do you have on mind?" "Come pick me up after I close down. I'll make us dinner. We'll see where the things go from there, yeah?" "Can't wait, handsome."

After Vander watched you leave the Last Drop with a shy smile, his eyes glued to your ass, he couldn't stop grinning. Five hours remaining until your randez-vouz... A whole fucking eternity. The tent in his pants was unquenchable, no matter how many hairy men Vander attempted to imagine. This tween behavior made Benzo grin - he didn't need to ask what you've been up to, he already knew. Watching Vander's blush and his constant throat clearing was enough of a show in itself. Business his ass; Benzo and Vera actually bet if you'd have sex right then and there or if you'd wait for a better moment. Vera was now 20 Valors richer.

"Could you take over the tappers for a minute?" - Vander asked, looking at the drink she was just finishing - you'd like it. Filled with pieces of chopped fruit, a very refreshing mix of spirits and lemonade. - "Gotta arrange somethin' real quick." "You got it, V." - Vera called over her shoulder, showing Vander a thumbs-up. Leaving his tea towel on the bar, Vander turned on his heels to walk into the basement - this was his kids' designed hangout spot when they didn't feel like exploring Lanes. And since Vi was under house arrest, they've been lounging around it all weekend.

"Oh, hey." - Claggor was first to acknowledge him - he and small Powder were playing tick-tack-toe while Mylo read in the corner, only sending him a nod. Vi was sitting on the couch with her palms under her head, staring at the ceiling. "What's up, old man?" - Vi muttered, sitting up. She had the most authority over the group, so she needed to be pressured the most - getting along with her meant getting along with the rest of the kids. At this point, Vi wasn't even mad, unlike a month back - now, she spent most of the time thinking about how to avoid Vander's attention next time, ticking off the few remaining days on her hands.

"I wanna make a deal with ya, kids." - Vander started, leaning his ass into the counter below him. Everyone was paying attention now, their head turned directly at him. The truth was - he needed the flat empty if he wanted to host a dinner for you and fuck senseless after... Which would be difficult with four fucking kids around. - "I'll let Vi off the hook sooner if you'd sleep here, need ya outta my hair. Just for tonight." "Why?" - Powder wondered, her enormous blue eyes ogling at Vander. It was time to blush, sweat, and truly clear his throat. All the kids stared at him before Mylo exclaimed 'Aaaaah', laughing at Vander's busted ass. "... Our old man got himself a date." - The boy explained - before he managed to utter another word, Vi gripped her palm around his shoulder. "That's all she needs to know." - The girl ended topically, grinning at Vander. - "That's it? No buts or ifs if we stay the night here? That's all you askin'? You'll just... Let me off the hook?" "Depends, have you learned your lesson?" "Of course I did." - The girl answered, emphasis on the word 'did'. Yeah, right, and Vander was the newest fucking councilor. The kids started nodding frantically, making the old man chuckle. - "We all did. Last month had been very educational for all four of us." "Then you're off the hook. Of course, in case of an emergency, just come ask for help - I'll be here for you..." - Vander informed swiftly, watching as Vi sat next to him with an angelic smile - from his experience, she was about to ask the stupidest fucking question he'd heard all day. "Is it the pretty one? That one sitting on the bar all the time and staring at you as if she'd never seen a man? She has it bad for you." "You're begging for another month of house arrest." "Hadn't even said anything!" - The girl laughed, taking Vander's answer as a yes.

Striking a deal with the kids was a double-edged sword - they might be grateful for now, but jokes and innuendos were coming Vander's way, for sure. He needed to embrace all parts of fatherhood - the good parts, like Powder's drawings on the fridge or Vi's occasional hugs as well as the bad parts, consisting, for example, of the kids consistently finding sex and relationships cringe and disgusting. "Can I ask a favor from ya?" - Vander stopped in the doorframe, looking at the kids. - "Would you clean up the mess you've made yesterday?" "Oh, yeah... The pancakes..." - Powder sighed, remembering all the dirty dishes and ingredients plastered all over the kitchen sink. That might've been her job. Vander (while being very grateful for the breakfast) asked the kids if a bomb had gone off in the kitchen. "No problem, big guy, you got it!" - Vi exclaimed, her eyes shining as she just found another angle for a stupid statement. - "Everything will be good as new for your big night, on my honor." "You're on some mighty thin ice here." - The old man mumbled, but couldn't hide the grin appearing on his face.

Waiting for the Last Drop to close was endless, you'd swear - you'd change into outfit after outfit, trying out different underwear sets and even switching your hairstyle three times. You'd decided on something more decadent and less showy - while the afternoon visit was to seduce Vander, now you wanted to be more you - while being less fashionista, your outfits were still cute. Even walking into the establishment was nerve-wracking - just as you slipped through the door, Vera was leaving for the night after cleaning the whole place up. Jakob was long gone after that point - his mom was sick, so he'd leave around ten, leaving the two to deal with the locals and patrons.

"Hey." - You waved, smiling at the guy shyly. Vander was just polishing the tappers - you loved how his hand moved steadily, showing all the veins on his forearm. "Hey, you. Lookin' cute." - The man didn't waste any time making you fluster as you put your bag on your stool - you'd packed a few spare things to change into. "How was the night?" - Without hesitation, you'd walk behind the bar and roll up your sleeves to sort the different glass types Vander had lying around. "C'mhere. Forgotten somethin', silly." - Without notifying you, the man hugged your hips and pulled you in for a kiss - no matter your wet hands. Giggling, you didn't hesitate to kiss him back, gently smoothing his chin.

"Missed ya here, sweetheart." "I'm here now... And I'm starving." "Let me finish up so I can cook you somethin' delicious, doll." - Gently slapping your ass (melting at your surprised squeal), the man started finishing the very last chores feverishly. "I'm here to help - after I finish the glasses, what's on the agenda?" "Nothin' for you. I'd like some help in the kitchen, though." "Got it. Well..." - Smiling at him, you'd slap his ass back. It was a homely gesture you enjoyed, honestly. Something about slapping ass and watching his eyes shine as he glared at you made your heart flutter - getting another kiss helped too.

Vander's flat was on the top floor of the Last Drop - it was spacious, but felt crowded at the same time, for an inexplicable reason. There was a lot of stuff. Even though it was tidy, you got a chaotic vibe from the place... That meant you wouldn't like it, however. The design was incongruous, as you'd expected from a bachelor's fault - the pieces of furniture didn't match at all (in case they did, it was only vague), and the decoration was lacking, but he'd everything he needed. The flat smelled nice, unlike the rest of Zaun - like wood, oranges, jasmine, and his musk... It smelled like him.

"Welcome to my little kingdom." "Mhm, I like it here... A lot. Feels quite like home." - Your words made him smile even more widely than before - walking to you, he gently held your head in his palms before lowering his, kissing you with a happy hum. It was a sweet, delicate romantic kiss; his lips gently brushed yours, his palms slowly traveling onto your shoulders, copying the curve of your back and settling on your ass, bringing you impossibly close. "Let's get cookin' before you make me lose my damn mind, doll." - With a last caress of your jaw, he'd walk into a spacious kitchen/dining room. The table was impressively large - enough to host at least seven people. That was where you noticed it for sure - a lonely crayon forgotten under the table and children's drawings on the pantry door. Observing them, you nodded to yourself, putting your bag onto one of the chairs.

"There are... Nice." - You muttered, pointing at them. His expression froze for a second before he joined you in observing the masterpieces. "Mhm. I like 'em a lot. Always make my day." "Who gave them to you?" - With the most innocent expression you could muster, you pressed on with the interrogation. Vander... Wasn't taken, was he? He'd tell you if he was, right? Where would be his wife and presumed children - would he just tell them to leave the flat until he deals with his booty call? Surely not.

"Well, yannow, I help around the community. A lot of kids out here, a lot of excited painters." "Uh-huh." - The confusion and suspicion in your voice was almost tangible. There was one theory you could test out. - "Could I use the bathroom real quick?" "Suit yourself, doll. The first door on the left. Call out if you need anythin'." "I'll be right back." - Kissing his shoulder to divert his attention a bit, you walked inside the small bathroom - it wasn't anything regal, but it fulfilled its purpose. Turning on the basin to cause distraction, you started searching for proof of feminine presence - make-up, perfume, comb... Anything. The only thing you found, however, was a pink hairband forgotten next to the shower. A girl's hairband, you realized - could he be a widower? That would be fine too, you'd even understand why he hadn't mentioned it until then. Well, in that case, it would be better not to pressure him - he'll tell you on his own.

"Everythin' alright?" - He'd ask as soon as he noticed you lurking around the kitchen. Letting your eyes drown in the sight of a homey, domestic Vander was a heavenly sight. He'd taken off his jacket and worked on cutting some vegetables. "Everything alright. What can I help with?" "The meat." Cooking together was fun. You'd open a bottle of wine, chatting as you prepared the meal - Vander asked about details he hadn't learned yet, and you asked about his past, favorite pastime, and hobbies. As per usual, he'd been an open book, answering everything right away and with honesty - this guy could be married, no way in a million years. When a comfortable silence settled between you, you just wait for the meal to be ready - you've decided to settle on a small, very old kitchen island while waiting for Vander to finish peeling and roasting the potatoes.

"Whatcha grinnin' at, you pretty little thing?" "Just watching the most beautiful man I've met, 's all." "Look at her." - Approaching you, the man was purring with happiness. As he approached the edge of the island, your legs opened themselves to hook around his waist, bringing him closer. - "The accent's catchin' 'n everythin'." "Did to impress the guy I like." "Hope he's handsome and treats you right." "You have no idea." - Holding him in place with your palm, you put the glass down and closed off the distance, kissing him slowly. Passion built up with each little movement - he'd hold you impossibly close, his hands roaming your body freely, even taking the vest you've been wearing. Hip lips traveled from your lips to your neck, kissing a small trail below the collar of your blouse as he worked on the buttons. If you weren't starving, you'd let him undress you right there, on the fucking kitchen island... Ruining the atmosphere, your stomach started growling. The moment was gone in an instant, having you both laugh quietly.

"I'm sorry." - You laughed as he hugged you. This time, you let your hands roam around his broad back and shoulders, scratching it with your fingers. "Nothin' to be sorry 'bout. I promised you dinner and I intend to keep the promise." "You bet. Couldn't wait for what you have in store." "... If you provide the desert, that is." - The tone of his voice mesmerized you, having you ogling at him. Fucking hell, he looked so hot - looking at you with his eyes darkened with lust, his thumb playing with your lower lip. Wiggling your hips around, you could feel what was the reason for this sudden change of mood. His dick was deliciously outlined, almost begging to be pulled out and sucked, hitting the back of your throat. "I can give you a little taste." - With an innocent smile, your palm slowly caressed his lower abdomen, slipping down between his legs. Even the thought of having his dick on your palm made you hot and bothered, let alone imagine him finally fucking you after all this time. Sure, you've had sex before, but you've been this down bad and horny for anyone. Imagining him naked made you shuttered, his warmth made goosebumps rise on your skin - as if he knew what pressure to apply, how to apply it, and for how long... Vander was perfect. Fucking perfect. Just when you brushed the tip, Vander's palm tugged on yours.

"Dinner first, doll." - Pushing himself between your legs, he couldn't resist pulling you for one last kiss. - "You'll have all night for showin' me what a good fuckin' girl you are." "Okay, baby." "Good. I ain't plannin' on lettin' you leave until the mornin'." - With a last kiss on your temple, Vander walked back to the stove to check on the food. It smelled delicious. So much so that your stomach grumbled again.

The dinner was delicious, you had to admit. The man knew his cooking and he wasn't shying away from showing you heaven by overstimulating the everliving shit out of your taste buds. Vander even brought a bottle of wine from Last Drop's exclusive displays to amp it up. Having a man working in gastronomy spoiling you rotten had its benefits, you must admit. The conversation was... Mundane. You'd suspect the rising tension would've made it harder to make small talk. Still, it didn't change much except the hunger behind Vander's eyes - he hadn't seen you or talked to you properly in the last two weeks, of course, he wanted to hear what you've been up to, how locals treated you and if there's anything he can do to help.

You've been the one to do the dishes, despite Vander's protests - he was ordered to sit down and relax for a bit; he'd been on a long shift and cooked for you, no way you wouldn't return the hospitality. Other than fucking him senseless, that was. "Lord almighty." - It was a mere whisper, almost too quiet for you to notice. While drying your hands, you'd turned your head to Vander to send him a smile - his expression made you freeze in one place. His voice was husky as he stared at you, looking you up and down as if he hadn't seen a prettier woman before. His elbow leaned to the back of his chair, his tongue slowly traveling on his lips as he enjoyed the view - your hair let down, blouse half unbuttoned, tar trousers perfectly hugging your curves. Domestic behavior was one of his weaknesses.

The stare sucked the air out of your lungs, the smile disappearing. He'd been staring at you as if he was preparing to devour you alive, like a wolf preparing for the last blow. You've never felt like prey... Not in a good way. Daring to take it a step further, you unbuttoned the vest, letting it slip off your shoulders. The man didn't tear his eyes off you - it was hard to even blink, let alone move. Carefully, your fingers push under the blouse, showing off more and more of your skin. As you teased to show him your breasts, his response was a playful scoff. Turning away from him, you slipped the piece of clothing over your head; the see-through fabric left little to the imagination anyway, but finally looking at the laces of your bra left Vander biting his lip.

"Enjoying the show, big guy?" "You have no idea, doll." "How about you show me, then?" "Seems you're havin' fun on your own, don't lemme slow you down." "Could use a spare pair of hands." "Keep goin' and I'll think 'bout it."

Stripping for someone's enjoyment was new for you, but it was... Fun. You'd suspect you'd feel dumb, maybe silly; seeing how he palmed his hardening dick over his pants while watching each move you made gave you confidence. So much of it, in fact, that you slowly slipped the pants off your hips, your boots following soon after. Vander's eyes were glued to how you palmed your breast, playing with the hems of your panties. "Still want to only watch?" "Do you realize how mesmerizing you look, darlin'?" - With that, your fingers finally slipped under the fabric - your other palm grabbed on the kitchen unit so you could ache your back, letting out a lewd moan. - "Keep goin', doll, show me how you like it."

Fulfilling the wish, your fingers drew delicate circles around you, gathering all the wetness leaking out of you. You hadn't been this wet for anyone before Vander. Soon, you stopped caring if he was even watching you - you started to slip your fingers in and out, playing with yourself just as you enjoyed it. It was when your breathing got heavier and your knees started giving out when he finally walked over to you. Immediately, your forehead found its way to his shoulder, your fingers grabbing his forearm forcefully enough to leave dents. Helping you with getting off, he carefully pushed the tiny lacy panties aside (Vander wanted to keep them intact mainly because he suspected this piece of clothing would bring him on his knees anytime you'd show it to him). His fingers were much thicker than yours, making you moan in sensation as he carefully pushed them inside you, curling them up ever so slightly.

"Keep goin' for me, pretty girl, I wanna hear you moan." "F-fuck, Vander." - As he requested, so you provided, panting heavily between meowls and lewd moans leaving your mouth. - "You can add one more and go faster, please." While doing as you asked, he also slipped one of the straps off your shoulder, letting your breast bounce out of the bra. Carefully nibbling on your nipple, he'd pushed his knee between your legs to support you. With each second, your moves started becoming erratic as you ground against his hand, trying to match his palm's thrusts. "Shit, I think... I'm about to..." - Throwing your head backward, his lips found yours in a rough, passionate kiss. "Let go for me, c'mon, good girl." - His husky voice in your ears defused the bomb building inside your abdomen, letting you sink into his fingers in one last stretch. The orgasm felt surreal - his smell intoxicated your brain, your ears started ringing from the blood rushing inside your veins and your mouth produced the most erotic sounds it ever has.

"Holy shit, that was nice." - You admitted, gripping his shirt to lower him down for a proper kiss. "I want to hear this more often, sweetheart." - Vander chuckled, licking his fingers clean while staring you in the eyes. This view had you biting on your lip, kissing him once more just to feel his and your tastes mixed. This alone made you smirk. - "Can't believe how lucky I am to have you here. I imagined this so many times..." "Let me take care of you, big guy." - Leaving all the clothes in a discarded mess on the kitchen floor, your palm tugged on his palm to lead him inside the bedroom.

It was a bit messy, surely seen better days, but it felt very homey - his bed was unmade, clothes that he discarded in a rush were thrown over the chair and a collection of various books and papers gathered on the table. You could notice various framed pictures hanging on the wall but didn't go as far as to check them out. The bed seemed sturdy, excessive wooden frame resting at the mint green wall. You liked it. Even before you asked the first question, his lips crushed to yours, forcing you to back until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. While his hands started pulling his t-shirt off his body, you didn't waste any time unbuckling his belt, your lips kissing a wet trail on the skin he uncovered for you.

He'd been in better shape than you imagined - Vander wasn't the type to have his muscles flexing or rocking a six-pack, but he was slender with just the right amount of chubbiness sprinkled on top of it. Dad bod in its finest form, that's how Ezreal described it to you. You loved the curly hair on his chest; it wasn't too dense, just enough to look ridiculously hot. His happy trail below the belly button was very tasteful, making you moan breathily. Your fingers started to shake as you finally pushed his trousers down, putting your palms on his hips and taking a moment to simply adore him.

Vander was the most beautiful man you came across, there was doubt in your mind - you loved his fucking body. His palms were much larger in comparison to yours, also filled with small calluses due to his occupation, but the rest of his skin was smooth and warm. His stature was a sight to behold - broad shoulders, wide chest, and waist that simply begged to be puzzled between your thighs. Just by looking at the outline of his dick, you knew it was going to be a nice ride - its length was perfect for you, the only thing you were worrying about was how thick it appeared to be. "What's the frown for, doll?" - His voice broke you out of your thoughts, his thumb playing with your lower lip. "Never had someone so wide." - Your words made your pussy contract delightfully, already aching to feel him filling you to the brim. "I'm a handy guy, doll, I'm sure you can take it if I help you. But you gave me a promise, remember?" "Desert?" "Lay down for me, sweetheart, c'mon." - With a quick, skillful move, the bra slid off your shoulders, leaving you fully naked. And yet, you've never felt sexier as you laid down, letting him prop your back up with a pillow while getting on his knees. - "Look at the view, doll." -Vander murmured, pecking both your inner thighs. His smirk was screaming danger, but so fucking good-looking. You've been so aroused that the surrounding air felt cold on your core. - "Must be nicest I had in years. You're even wetter than before doll, God." - With a murmur, he'd kiss the sweet spot right above your clit, sliding his nose through your folds tantalizingly slow. - "You smell and taste so fucking good."

Then, he dived right in, taking you in his mouth with careful, slow, and precise movements - his tongue copied lazy circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves, and his palms and shoulders kept your legs spread wide open, no matter how many times you tried pushing them together. It could be felt he's skilled in eating out - even though he couldn't know what you liked, he started slow and looked at how you reacted, being perceptive enough to repeat the movements you seemed to enjoy and avoid those that made you frown. It didn't take him long to make you a whimpering, whiney mess - especially after his mouth dipped down to catch every bit of your arousal, licking you clean - his watery eyes were piercing through yours, watching as your breasts moved with each breath you took. When he pushed two fingers in once more, a long and needy moan filled his bedroom. That was when you broke off the eye contact and draped the sheets, concentrating on the heat slowly building in your abdomen, your toes curling against your will. His tempo was slow, playful... Vander was definitely taking his time with you.

"'s this what you imagined, doll? Havin' me on my knees, goin' insane over how you taste and sound?" - The man murmured into the skin on your thigh, sending light vibrations through your pussy as he chuckled upon listening to how you desperately tried putting a sensical sentence together. You failed miserably. As you stumbled on your words, his fingers sped up until you squirmed with pleasure, tightening the grip around his shoulders. - "With I could stay here forever, eatin' this pretty little cunt 'til my name's the only thing you remember. Such a pretty fuckin' little girl." "Vander, please, I need you." - With all the will remaining inside you, you managed to pick yourself up on your elbows, tugging on his hair. - "Please, baby, I need you so fucking much. Your tongue on me, your dick balls deep inside me, whatever you'd like... Just don't fucking stop." "Never, doll." - His mouth assaulted your sex with precision, devouring you like there was no tomorrow, even pushing his face further into you while his fingers worked wonders inside you. Your fingers tangled inside his hair, ensuring he wouldn't move an inch. The movements of his tongue became brutal the more your pelvis rode his face as you started chasing your release. He mumbled something, but you never got to know what it was - the vibrations were enough to send you over the edge, making your body tense up and thighs squeeze his head impossibly close to your clit as he continued sucking on it, riding you out of your high.

When your legs spread again, he gasped for air with a large smile, his beard glistening with your arousal. Fuck. Having him marked like that was turning you on. His fingers inside you didn't stop moving yet, enjoying the way your walls squeezed them. He enjoyed how you squirmed each time his thumb gently caressed your oversensitive bundle of nerves. "All good, doll?" "No one had... Jesus, hmpf... How... How are you so good at this?" "Just wanna see my girl happy, 's all. Love seein' your face like this." - Still working wonders between your legs, Vander picked himself off the floor to kiss you. Gently, he pressed in another finger, stretching you even more. But by Gods, it felt so good. - "We're there, baby girl."

Not breaking the kiss, his fingers slipped out of your slit, helping you to climb higher on the bed. Once again, you propped your pelvis up with a pillow, sinking your head into another. Vander caressed your cheek and kissed you before teasingly running his dick through your folds - you were still slippery enough thanks to the mix of his saliva and your arousal, so there wasn't a need for lubricating. His precum leaking out of the tip of his cock made it simpler. Still kissing you, he started teasing you cradling his pelvis back and forth with his dick aligned with your entrance, as if it was to slip any moment now; his other arm propped on the bedframe. "Ready, doll?" "Whenever you are." "Attagirl."

As soon as the tip of his cock slipped inside you, a hurtful hiss crossed your lips - his mouth was instantaneously back on yours, kissing you gently, the palm which was guiding his cock minutes later entangled with yours. Even though Vander did his best to loosen you up, he was still wide. The width made you gasp for air between kisses, each inch filling you like anything before. It didn't hurt, it was just a bit uncomfortable until you got used to the sensation. Your eyes sliding across his face and mouth wide open, you started enjoying the feeling of fullness, especially seeing the ecstatic, awed expression on his face. "Almost there, doll, almost there. You're takin' it so good." "It feels so good, baby. I love feelin' your dick inside me." - As you traced your fingers on his face, you could feel him throbbing upon your words. The sensation made you move against his body, letting the rest of the dick slip inside in one swift motion. - "Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck." "You look so fuckin' mesmerizing, takin' my dick like that." - His pelvis started moving carefully, sloppily slipping in and out of you. The sounds were so erotic, so perfect, turning you on even more.

When you felt like you could take it, you started to meet his thrusts halfway, making you both groan in pleasure. Your knees circle around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you - as he did his best to make love to you, his thrusts were playful, slow, and careful, making sure you're getting the most out of it. Vander was also making sure you'll be ready for when he'll start mercilessly fucking you like there's no tomorrow. "Mhmh, you feel so fucking good, Vander." "Love it when you say my name like this." "Vander..." - You moaned, feeling as his pace started picking up, his thrusts becoming more precise. - "God, Vander, Vander, Vander." "You'll be the death of me, fuck."

Before you grasped it, the headboard started banging into the wall as the bed creaked under the brutal tempo Vander had set - you didn't attempt to shush your screams and moans as you dragged your nails down his back, aching your back until your breasts met his chest. Both of you were sweaty and aching in the best way possible, sloppily kissing anytime you could. "I won't last for much longer, doll." - His voice was hoarse as he stared at your tits bouncing around, every semblance of sense erased from his mind. All Vander knew was how perfect you felt tightening around him, that this pussy must've been hand-made for him and him only, and that your moans were the most musical sounds he'd heard until that day. "Cum for me, big guy." "Where... Shit." - Vander sat up, putting his forearm under your back to keep you in position. This new sensation made you squirm, digging your nails deep into his forearm. He'd been even wider from this angle, filling you up better than before. - "Where do you want me, doll?" "Anywhere you want, Vander."

This was Vander's last stretch. His name falling off your lips in such a lewd manner fried his circuits, having him bury his dick deep inside you with one last thrust. Out of breath, Vander collapsed on your chest, listening to your fast heartbeat. Your fingers started playing with his hair and caressing his sweaty back, feeling the warmth spreading deep within you. Everything felt perfect. "You know how you said... You loved me?" "... Also said you don't have to say it back, Vander." "What if I'd like to, doll?" "... Then I'd be the happiest girl in the Lanes." "I love you." - The man murmured, picking his head up to look you in your eyes. The words made you smile widely as you held his pace in your arms, giggling. His softening member was still inside you, but neither of you seemed to be in the rush to pull it out.

"That's the fucking talking, big guy." "It ain't, on my honor. You're the best girl I've ever met. If you won't mind, I'd love to make you mine." "Then repeat it..." "I love you, doll." "Again." "I love you." "... One more time." "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Vander." - Cracking a smile, you let the man kiss you, losing yourself in his warm bear hug and embrace. Moments after, he finally picked himself up, walking to the bathroom to bring you a warm towel. Letting you clean yourself up, he disappeared into the kitchen to make you tea and pick up all your clothes scattered over the floor.

The night, just as he promised, was endless - he'd taken you from more positions, caressing your body with the utmost care, as if you were a goddess he wished to worship. You did your best to project his behavior, but you've been too lost in it all - his lips, warm skin, arms wrapped around each time part of your body, his groans in your ear, his beard scratching your lips anytime you kissed... It was around seven in the morning when you finally picked yourself up, pushing his shirt over your head. "Want something from the kitchen, big guy?" "All I want is you back as soon as you can." "Bet your ass..." - Before you could finish the joke, someone barged into the room, making you scream in surprise. You were moaning Vander's name just a few minutes back - who the fuck was this?

Looking at the incoming person, you've known the girl. You've already seen her serving in Vander's - the same violet hair, deadpan on her face as she looked at Vander covering himself with his sheets. "What the..." - You asked, looking at her. The girl, seemingly, ignored you. "... She did it again. I need your help, old man." "What? Who did what? Who are you? Vander?" - You asked with confusion, looking from Vander to the girl and back. "Oh, hi." - Suddenly, the trouble was forgotten as she leaned her shoulder into the doorframe, smiling at you cockily. - "Fancy seeing you here. Looking good." "Hi?" "What did Powder do this time?" - Vander sighed, bringing Vi's attention back to him. To hide the embarrassment, Vander massaged his face with a long sigh.

"We wanted to prepare some breakfast for you guys, so naturally, the stove's on fire." - The girl explained, but didn't seem to be in a rush to stop the ongoing apocalypse in the kitchen - now that you concentrated on it, you could hear distressed squeals and multiple people arguing, pans clinking on the metal - you could also see the smoke rolling out of the kitchen. The flat smelled hellish, making your eyes swell in tears from the subtle itching. "Cover the pan with a pot lid - it'll put out the flames. I'll be right over." "Hope you'll swing by too. Powder can't wait to meet you." - The girl picked herself off the doorframe, winking at you before closing the door.

"What the fuck was that?" - You asked, looking at Vander with disbelief. Who was she? Was she his daughter? Who are the other kids? You had your suspicions, yes, but this freaked you out more than you expected. You expected one, two kids at best - according to the ruckus, there were more people than that, though. "Listen, if you want to leave now, doll, I understand... I..." "Are these your kids?" "Sorta?" "Sort of? How can you 'sort of' have kids? "Adopted 'em little nuisances after the riots last year. None of 'em had a home to go back to - felt responsible for 'em. Listen, as I said, no one's holdin' you here. You must be furious..." "Fucking confused is what I am. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Wasn't confident 'nough if I'll even be what ya want without knowing I have four kids on my back." The vulnerable expression on his face made you soften up. Four kids was a lot, yes - his actions, however, were honorable. Where would they end up if Vander didn't step up, giving them a home and a loving fatherly embrace? The longer you stared at Vander, the more motivated you were to step out of the door confidently, sharing this awkward morning with all five of them, and taking everything it could give you. You... Wanted to meet them. You wished to know every possible side of Vander and share all the good and the bad with him. You wanted everything he was offering - whether it was holding your hand, kissing you during his shifts in the pub, all the mindblowing sex, warmth in his eyes as he whispered 'I love you', his fingers tracing your skin as you laid opposite each other and talked between fucking, his warmth, his love... You wanted it all. And if he had kids, that was a part of this little everything you wanted so bad, no matter how worried it made you.

"Was this the reason why you freaked out so bad?" "Ain't it obvious, Y/N? I'm almost forty, with a pub and four kids on my neck. Someone as young shouldn't worry about whether they have 'nough to eat, clothes to wear, 'bout what trouble they got themselves into this time... This ain't a life for such a young little thing." "But it's your life. And I want you..." "That's precisely why you shouldn't be wantin' me, doll. C'mon." "Stop making my decisions for me, Vander. Did you plan on telling me about the kids?" "Not for a bit... I was worried it would drive you away. I'm a selfish bastard, haven't you noticed?" "Fucking far from it. The least you could do was to tell me about them. It would make things less embarrassing." "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you told me ahead of time, we could have our little rendezvous at my place - do you realize how awkward this is for me? For them also, I'm sure." "I'm sorry, Y/N... I didn't know how to bring it up..." "We better get going before Powder blows the kitchen up." "... You ain't gonna leave?" "Of course not. These kids are a part of your life, so I want to get to know them. Step by step. If let me stick around, I can be a good step-mum to them one day, maybe." "Are you serious?" - Vander asked, staring at you with his lips parted. "Dead serious." "I... Fucking love you, Y/N." "Right back at you, handsome. Move your ass before someone barges in to drag us into the kitchen."

___ Author's note: So, regarding Ezreal... I didn't want him to come across as a sappy romantic who's in love with the reader - he's more of a naïve playboy in my mind, constantly falling in love with whoever's in front of him, seeing different people every week. Ez definitely got the charm and rizz to pull something like that off. On the other hand, I think it could be a platonic love situation - they're both into each other (to one degree or another) - the reader doesn't date him, however, because she has standards, and Ezreal, as he admitted, would rather die than seeing someone like himself fooling around with her.

#ezreal league of legends #jayce league of legends #jayle talis #jayce arcane #vander arcane #vander is such a dilf istg #he's next to joel on my list #this guy could break me in half and I'd thank him #vander x fem!reader #vander x afab!reader #the kids are on it #i live for the last drop's kids squad #vi arcane #powder arcane #mylo arcane #claggor arcane

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Thank God You Introduced Me to Your Sister (Vi x Fem!Reader)

Part One - Heated Flirting

Part One | Final Part

Author Note: You're lying to yourself if you can listen to this song and not imagine Vi.

Word Count: 5061

Warnings: Dom Vi, smut, fingering, face-sitting, edging, non-exclusive dating, awkward conversations, The Last of Us 2 spoilers

Summary: You head to Mylo's house expecting to hang out alone for once, but that expectation is immediately crushed when you see his friends there. Things start taking a turn when his sister comes downstairs...

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time as you approach Mylo’s house. This is the first time you’re going to be at his house since you started dating a month ago. Usually, you’d meet up at the roller rink with your friends, but he wanted to hang out at home today since it’s supposed to rain. How does that affect going out to a café or something, you don’t know. Truthfully, you think it’s because he wants to play that new video game he got for his birthday. It’s all he talked about for a week every time you saw him. 

You don’t mind hanging out at his place, but this will be the first time you meet his family. When you asked if it would be just the two of you, he said that his older sister would be home as well. That was almost enough to get you to say ”no” but he promised you’d get to hang out alone. So, here you are standing outside of his house filled with anxiety. You definitely weren’t at a point to meet his family, so if you decide to call this quits… it’ll be very awkward.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door before taking a few steps back. You nervously glance down at your outfit, a simple pair of jeans with your favorite flannel covering your top. ‘Should I have worn something fancier? Maybe I should have picked out my cleaner-looking converse? Fuck, it’s too late to go home and change anyway.’ You’re pulled out of your panic by the sound of the door opening and you snap your head up.

“You could have texted me that you’re here, Y/n.” Mylo sighs, “I would have met you at the door.” He opens the door wider for you to come inside. You roll your eyes as you take your shoes off.

“I did. You probably didn’t look at your phone after I told you I was on my way.” You raise an eyebrow at him as you tuck your keys into your pocket. You glance up at the stairs before turning back to him with your hands on your hips.

“Shit, sorry. I got caught up playing that new zombie survival game.” Mylo clears his throat awkwardly, and you have to stop yourself from smirking, “Anyway, come on, we’re hanging out in the living room.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to the room. When you get there you can’t help but feel a little angry seeing his friends sprawled around the floor. ‘There wasn’t any mention of his friends being here. He said that we’d be alone, not… this.’ You frown slightly.

“Hey, guys! Y/n’s here.” Mylo announces and his friends greet you before going back to their game. He tells you where the bathroom is and you nod. You take a seat on the couch next to him as he argues with one of the guys about something. Meanwhile, you were wondering why you’ve never had a single moment alone with him that was longer than five minutes.

“So what are you guys playing?” You ask Marc as he hands the controller over to Mylo.

“Just a regular co-op zombie shooter game. We wanted to play Smash Bros but Mylo’s sister won’t let him borrow her switch.” Marc shrugs, “Apparently she needs it for something.” You nod your head and watch your boyfriend yell at his friends. Your phone buzzes and you open the text from your friend - ‘Get any alone time with Mylo? ;)’ You scoff quietly and shake your head at the message. ‘I wasn’t planning on doing anything with him, but some quiet time together would’ve been nice.’ You tuck your phone into your pocket and turn your attention back to the group. They were still shouting at each other and panicking that the zombies were getting through.

“MYLO, FOR FUCKS SAKE, KEEP YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OUT OF MY STUFF!” You hear someone scream, followed by footsteps pounding down the stairs. Curious, you turn your head to the sound and nearly choke on your own spit. A woman comes around the corner with an annoyed glare on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. ‘Fuck, she’s hot, even with a glare on her face.’ Your eyes widen at her large muscles and tatted arms. A definite weakness of yours. The guys pause the game in a hurry as Mylo practically jumps off of the couch.

“Vi!” Mylo hisses anxiously, “Not in front of the guys!” He motions to his friends on the floor. Oh, she’s his older sister… Wait. SHE’S his older sister?! Ah, shit, and she’s totally my type.’ You lower your head.

“Not in front of the guys!” Vi mocks him, “Where the fuck are my Docs, Mylo? I told you to stop taking my shoes. Aren’t they a little too big for your tiny feet?” She rolls her eyes. You raise an eyebrow in amusement as Mylo glances at you with a panicked look in his eyes. ‘I didn’t know he liked Docs. He never said anything when I talked about them.’

“They’re in Claggor’s room. I was going to give them back… eventually.” Mylo hesitates and glances at you again. ’Is he looking at me because he’s embarrassed?’ His sister follows his gaze and you make eye contact with her. ’She has beautiful eyes…’ Her eyebrows go up as she turns to him.

“Is she one of your friends?” Vi asks. Mylo suddenly seems to puff up at her question.

“No, actually, she’s my girlfriend.” Mylo says smugly and it has you raising your eyebrows. ‘Where the hell did that come from? We’re just dating.’ Vi’s eyebrows go up as well but her face brightens in amusement.

“Your… girlfriend.” Vi responds slowly, as if testing the words, “Why am I learning about her now?”

“Because you don’t always have to be in my business.” Mylo scoffs, but Vi ignores him and walks past her brother to approach you. ‘Wait. Wait. Wait, she’s coming to me?!’ You panic for a moment as she comes over and she stops in front of you, holding her hand out.

“I’m Vi.” Vi introduces herself, “That dweeb’s older sister. What’s your name?” You blink and shake her hand, idly noting that they’re soft yet calloused. ‘I wonder what she does for her hands to be like this.’

“I’m Y/n.” You smile, trying not to melt when she gives you one in return. You stare at each other for a moment, a smirk flashing onto Vi’s face before she lets go of your hand. 

“Okay, now you’ve met her. I told you where your boots are. Can my friends and I hang out in peace?” Mylo huffs and crosses his arms. ‘There he goes again with the friends thing.’ You roll your eyes, awkwardly glancing away when you notice that Vi saw you.

“Ah, I’ll hang around for a bit. I’ve got nowhere to be today, and I’ve got a new person to get to know.” Vi shrugs, plopping down next to you on the couch. You don’t miss the way your heart flutters by that action. Mylo throws his hands up in exasperation but doesn’t protest what his sister does. He takes his seat and gets back into the game without a word to either of you. You and Vi sit quietly next to each other and watch the guys play their games. You can’t help but feel a bit agitated, fidgeting in your seat, knowing that the woman is next to you. There was something about her that you couldn’t help but be very attracted to, so it wasn’t long before you caved into speaking to her.

“So, do you attend Piltover-Zaun University? Or do you go somewhere else?” You glance at her from the corner of your eye. 

“I go to the university, but I finished my classes early for this semester.” Vi turns to you and you follow her lead. You curl up on the couch, giving Vi all of your attention without much thought.

“Really?! I wish I could, but one of my professors has the courses locked.” You groan, feeling a little jealous, “I want to be done with my courses.”

“Ah, you could always do your work here. I can keep you company.” Your heart flutters a bit at the words. ‘I don’t know if that’s meant to be friendly or an invitation for sex… but that smile she’s giving me doesn’t help me figure it out.’

“I’ll have to think about it. I wouldn’t want to impose or anything.” You shake your head.

“I’m offering.” Vi chuckles, “It can get lonely when you’re doing things on your own.”

“Yeah, it can.” You nod, “...Do you do anything outside of college? Like a hobby or something?”

“I’m a boxer and I also do weightlifting. Those are my main things.”

“Really?” You gasp, “I’ve always wanted to weightlift but I’m way too shy to workout in a gym.” People always tell you that no one looks, but that didn’t help. You really were just too shy to work out in the gym. No one you asked would go with you so you stopped asking.

“Awe that’s cute, maybe you need someone to go with you. That should make it easier.”

“You’re not going to offer?” You playfully gasp, “I set it up so nicely too!”

“Maybe I just want you to ask me.” Vi shrugs playfully, flashing you a smile. You suck in a breath. ‘She’s definitely flirting. Fuck.’

“Hey, Y/n!” Mylo calls to you, “Come play!” He waves a controller at you and you hesitate. ‘I kind of want to talk to Vi more… and I really don’t want to play against him.’

“You’re playing against me, Harpy!” Marc motions you over, “It’s only a fair fight!”

“Hey!” Mylo cries out and you snort.

“Go play or we’ll never hear the end of it.” Vi nudges you. You bite your lip and nod at her.

“Alright, dumbass, I’m coming.” You stand up, “Talk to you later, Vi.” You wave at her before snatching the controller from Mylo. You sit down and end up going a few rounds with Marc as the others cheer you on. They crack some jokes that are not very funny but you fake-laugh with them. Sometime between matches, Vi disappears and you feel your mood drop a bit. Marc seems to be the only one who notices as he starts going easier on you. That drop in mood ends up making you lose the last match and you call it, handing the controller off to someone else.

“Hey, Mylo. I’m gonna grab a drink.” You say to him and he nods.

“There’s soda and stuff on the counter in the kitchen.” Mylo says without taking his eyes off of the screen, “Help yourself.” You shake your head as you walk into the kitchen. ‘I think I’m gonna leave soon. I don’t really feel any chemistry with Mylo and the only person I hang out with is Marc.’ You stop in the doorway and take a moment to scan the room. You find the drinks sitting on the center island and grab a cup. Now that there weren’t people shouting in your ears, you can hear the rain going on outside. You hum to yourself as you pour out some of the soda. You glance towards the living room and decide to stay in the kitchen until you finish your drink. Idly, you lean up against the sink casually sipping while you look around the area. A sound from the door makes you turn your attention to it and you see Vi walk into the kitchen. You pause mid-drink, eyes sliding up her body as you take in how she looks in workout clothes. ‘Holy shit, she has a body of a God.’ Your clit throbs at the thought of being underneath her.

“Are you okay there?” Vi’s voice snaps you out of your staring. You blink and blush when you realize that you’ve been caught staring. In the time you’ve been ogling her body, Vi had already poured herself a drink and leaned up against the center island. ‘Fuck, think of an excuse. Think of an excuse!’ You panic seeing her amused smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just- okay, this might be a stupid question… but, is that your natural hair color?” You ask sheepishly, hoping she doesn’t realize it's a deflection. Truthfully, you were a bit surprised by the shockingly pink hair she sports, but it didn’t seem like it is hair dye. If it was, it fits her very well. Your question earns you a chuckle that makes your pulse speed up.

“It’s natural.” Vi gives you a bright smile, “You’re not the first person to ask. My mom’s hair was purple and my little sister’s hair is blue.”

“Oh thank the Gods!” You sigh in relief, “It wasn’t a stupid question.”

“Eh, it was cute.” Vi chuckles, making you blush a little harder, “So, how the hell did a girl like you end up with my brother?”

“Ah, well… my friend group is kind of mixed in with his. He showed up at a get-together we had last month and he asked me out.” You swirl the soda around in your cup, “I didn’t have anyone I was interested in, so I saw no harm in it.”

“No harm?” Vi raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “You wouldn’t have said that if you were completely into him. Come on, you can tell me the truth.” She teases you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You glance back at the guys, all of them sitting on the floor and shouting at each other. ‘I know she’ll listen to what I have to say…’

“There’s nothing to tell.” You say nonchalantly, turning your gaze back to her, “I’m not his girlfriend and we’re not even exclusive. We’ve only gone on a couple of dates.”

“I know.” Vi puts down her cup and approaches you, “You didn’t confirm what he said, and even looked a bit confused by his words.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have the chance to correct him.” You sigh and put your empty cup down, “I’m going to have to talk to him about it. I don’t understand why he’d lie about that.”

“I do.” Vi leans against the counter in front of you, “He didn’t want to be embarrassed. My brother isn’t really the kind of guy that girls are interested in. My other siblings and I have had our fair share of relationships and flings. Him, on the other hand? Not so much… He was trying to look cool.”

“That’s no excuse to lie.” You cross your arms, feeling annoyed, “In front of me, too.”

“You’re right.” Vi nods, moving closer to you, “It’s not an excuse and it wasn’t okay.” She puts her hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Honestly, today was my last chance to see if he cared enough.” You have to look away from her, feeling flustered at the closeness, “He ruined it the moment I showed up.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here… even if my brother messed up.” Vi smiles, “I wouldn’t have gotten to meet a cute girl like you.” You blush and this time you know she sees it.

“Thanks.” You clear your throat, “I’m gonna head back in there if you’d like to join?”

“Ah, sure. Let me shower and I’ll come back down.” You nod and head out of the kitchen. ‘So she’s definitely into women. And I’m definitely into her. I thought I was going to die when she was that close to me.’ You take your seat on the couch and blankly watch the guys. Leave it to you to be into someone’s sister. Your mind wanders to the thought of Vi in the shower and you snap yourself out of it. ‘That is not a thought to have. No. No, don’t think like that.’ You scold yourself.

It’s not long before Vi comes back and takes a seat next to you. A pleasant-smelling cologne comes from her direction and you have to stop yourself from commenting on it. Subconsciously, you move closer to Vi and nudge her, “What took you so long? I thought I was going to die of boredom!” You joke.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Vi chuckles, “I got a bit too deep in thought while I was in the shower.”

“That happens to me sometimes. I love being under the hot water but I also think a lot when I’m in the shower.” You catch Vi shamelessly eyeing you and she winks when your eyes meet.

“I can only imagine.” Vi says silkily and your body flushes with heat. You clear your throat and turn away to hide your blush.

“Anyway, I’m probably going to go home soon.”

“I think you should stay a little longer. I’m enjoying your company.” You feel Vi’s hand on your thigh and you swallow hard. ‘If I felt like I was going to die earlier, I’m dying right now.’ You glance at her but she’s looking somewhere else.

“I might… uh…” Your mind feels a bit fuzzy, too distracted by the heat of her hand, “Excuse me.” You squeak out and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Mylo glances at you curiously. ‘Oh, so now you’re paying attention to me?’

“The bathroom.” You quickly respond, feeling Vi’s eyes on you as you turn the corner. You hurry up the stairs, remembering the instructions Mylo gave you, and lock yourself in the bathroom. You exhale heavily, pressing your palms against the countertop as you try to steady yourself. You were really feeling Vi and it’s clear that she’s feeling you as well. You shake your head and turn the water on to splash your face. ‘I’ll just tell her that it’s too soon. That I don’t want to do anything with her...’ The wet feeling of your panties says otherwise and you sigh knowing that you’re in a tough situation.

“Why does his sister have to be so attractive and into me?” You pout before opening the door. You freeze when you see Vi leaning up against the wall across from you. 

“What took you so long? I thought I was going to die from boredom.” Vi says with a teasing smile. Any thoughts you had about telling her you weren’t interested vanish from your mind. Because, fuck, you’re very interested.

“I wanted to see if you’d come and get me.” You step in front of her, “And you did.”

“I think… you needed to get away from me.” Vi whispers, her face right in front of yours, “Or am I wrong?”

“Like I said… I wanted you to come and get me.” You whisper back. Vi smirks and grabs your hand, leading you down the hallway and into her bedroom. Her walls were covered in various things like anime fanart, boxing, and some band posters. There was also a collection of polaroids that you assume are of her and her friends. You hear the lock on the door click behind you and butterflies erupt in your stomach. ‘I’m alone with her now.’

“You can sit down.” Vi chuckles and pulls you over to the bed.

“Sorry, I was a bit distracted by your room. Is that a Last of Us poster?” You point out the poster on the wall as you sit next to her.

“Yup, it’s one of my favorite games. The second one fucked with me though.” Vi snorts, “Seeing Ellie spiral like that and then the switch that they pulled with Abby? Ugh, I genuinely thought I was going to cry in the final fight.”

“I did cry while playing the final fight.” You giggle, “I had such a crush on Abby and Ellie that it pained me. I think I was reading hurt/comfort fanfiction for a while after that.” You and Vi get comfortable on her bed as you converse. You two sit facing each other, knees touching without much thought. 

“Noo, not the fanfiction!” Vi snickers, “I managed to not fall down that rabbit hole… at least for that fandom.” You start laughing and Vi joins in. You slowly stop, staring into her eyes as you become entranced by the way they sparkle in the light.

“Can I kiss you?” Vi whispers, leaning into you.

“Please do.” You breathe out. Vi’s lips are on yours the moment you give her permission. You practically melt in her arms as you’re pulled onto her lap. The kiss is hot, needy, and you’re definitely turned on. Her hands are firmly grabbing your waist, keeping you in place so you’re where she wants you to be.

“Do you… want to take this further?” Vi gives you a sly smirk. You raise an eyebrow and push her down onto the bed.

“Of course I do.” You smirk back, “How can I pass you up?”

“Good, because I really want you to ride my face.” Vi confesses and your jaw drops.

“Vi!” You laugh, “Did you really just say that?”

“I’ll say it again if you want me to.” Vi grins at you, “I want to feel your thighs tremble around me when you orgasm.” You stare down at her with a pleasantly surprised grin.

“Alright then.” You smirk and strip in front of her, taking your time to give her a show. You had worn your favorite bra and pantie set, even though you had no intentions of having sex. Sometimes wearing it gave you the little confidence boost you needed. You hear Vi suck in a breath and you watch in amusement as she hurries to take off her clothes.

“Damn.” You breathe out, taking in her abs and the tattoo covering her back. You were definitely going to be sitting on that woman’s face. You push Vi back down and make out with her, letting her remove your bra and panties in the process. Vi flips you over so that you’re beneath her this time You were still in a bit of shock that you were up in her room, but you weren’t going to let that stop you. Especially not when Vi’s hand finds its way between your legs and she’s giving your clit the attention it was craving. You moan against her lips, her tongue stealing your breath away as she abuses your clit. It’s almost laughable how quickly your orgasm builds from that alone. 

“Vi, I’m gonna-” You whine when she moves her hand, denying you of your release.

“Not yet, princess.” Vi purrs, slipping her fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Vi breathes out, “Did I make you that wet?”

“You were practically eye-fucking me earlier.” You pant, your breath hitching as Vi presses her fingers to your g-spot, “Yes, yes you-” You moan loudly as she fingers you faster, cutting off your sentence. You dig your nails into her shoulders, desperately needing something to steady yourself. Her fingers felt so good and the mixture of pleasure and her cologne makes your head spin. Once again, you feel your orgasm building and you practically fuck yourself on her fingers.

“Are you going to cum for me, darling?” Vi whispers in your ear.

“Yes, yes, I am!” You gasp as she thrusts her fingers into your g-spot.

“Well, I can’t have that, can I?” Vi chuckles.

“Vi, please!” You groan in aggravation as she removes her hand again, “Please make me cum.” You beg her.

“Oh, I will.” Vi smirks, sucking you off her fingers, “But, I did say I want you to ride my face.” You huff and grab her shoulders, turning so she’s the one with her back to the bed. You crawl up her body and Vi helps you position yourself over her mouth.

“You better let me cum or I’ll suffocate you.” You playfully threaten her.

“What a wonderful way to die.” Vi purrs and you can’t hold in your laugh. In the middle of your laughter, Vi brings your hips down and licks along your slit.

“Fuuck.” You groan in surprise, feeling her laughter against your cunt, “You’re such a fucking tease.” You huff and lower yourself the rest of the way. Vi doesn’t hesitate to slip her tongue into you with a moan leaving her lips at the taste of you. It’s seconds later that you’re scrambling to grip the headboard as she eats you out. You can’t even begin to describe how skillful Vi is with her tongue. The sounds coming from below you are fucking obscene with how greedily she laps at you. Through your moaning, you can hear and feel her muffled ones. Even though you’re the one on top, Vi is clearly the one in control as she fucks you on her tongue. Her grip on your hips is bruising but she has no issue keeping your body steady as your thighs start to tremble. ‘I guess those muscles aren’t for show.’ You moan, that knot in your abdomen getting tighter by the second.

“Don’t you dare stop this time.” You try to say firmly, but it comes out as a plea. You were right there and you didn’t know if you could handle being denied a third time. You were desperately grinding your pussy against her, one hand tangling in her hair as you do. You were chasing your orgasm at this point and Vi didn’t let up. If anything, she paid extra attention to that sweet spot of yours.

“Ahh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, grinding down harder. The tension in your abdomen is at its peak and you’re throwing your head back with a loud moan as it snaps. Your hips lose all motion as your body stills, your orgasm tearing through you and making your thighs shake. You temporarily lose your senses as you squirt on Vi’s tongue, cumming harder than you have in a while. 

You pant as you try to catch your breath, shakily lifting yourself off of Vi and feeling a bit disoriented. You feel Vi’s hands back on your hips as she helps you sit on her bed. She wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you as your mind clears from the fog it’s in.

“Shit.” You laugh incredulously, “If I knew you fucked like that I would’ve been in here a lot sooner.”

“If I knew you tasted that good, I would’ve asked you to come up a lot sooner.” Vi grins, your cum glistening on her lips. You sit there grinning at each other until you hear your phone ping from somewhere in the room. You slide off of the bed, wobbling slightly, and grab your phone from your pants pocket. ‘Five missed messages?’ You open the most recent one to see that they’re all from your friend. ‘Leaving me on read?! Damn, I guess you are fucking, huh? …Tell me all about it later!’ You snort, your eyes flicking to the time and you can't help but sigh. You’ve been gone for a lot longer than a bathroom break.

“Everything good?” Vi comes over to you, handing you your undergarments.

“Yeah.” You chuckle, putting them back on, “I’ve been gone a bit longer than a bathroom break. I doubt he noticed though.” You two get dressed while cracking jokes with each other. You found yourself really loving your time with Vi and you selfishly didn’t want it to end. After exchanging numbers, you feel a lot more confident in your decision.

“Ready to head back down?” Vi grabs the doorknob.

“Ready.” You grin. You take your time heading down the stairs, hearing the guys cursing each other with a new voice you didn’t recognize. You reach the bottom of the stairs to see them all in the same places from earlier, except for a new guy sitting with them. You share a glance with Vi before walking over to Mylo. You tap him on the shoulder and wait for the guys to pause the game. ‘It’s now or never.’

“I’m heading out. And, I don’t appreciate you telling your sister that I’m your girlfriend. We were only dating and I’m calling that off. You clearly rather date your friends, so I’m out of here.” You cross your arms, “Bye, Marc. I’ll see you in calculus.” You wave and walk away as the guys start to snicker.

“I told you he’d fumble her.” Marc snorts.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Mylo shouts.

“He’s right.” You hear that unknown voice again, “Face it, Mylo, you’re just not relationship material.” Vi walks you to the door and waits for you to put your shoes on. It’s not until you’re outside with the door shut that she says something. You’re relieved that the rain has stopped at this point.

“You should meet up with me on campus. I’d love to take you out on a proper date.” Vi says casually, leaning against the wall.

“I’m not a conflict of interest after being with your brother?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nah.” Vi shakes her head, “You’re too cute to pass up. My brother can be angry all he wants.”

“Okay.” You nod, a grin making its way onto your face, “I’ll text you about it when I get home.”

“Drive safe, okay? I don’t want to lose you so soon.” Vi tosses you your keys and you catch them with a laugh.

“Thanks. I promise I’ll be safe. I can’t leave you alone so soon.” You wink at her. You head to your car and get in, watching Vi disappear inside. You exhale heavily before a giggle bubbles up in your throat. ‘Holy shit. Holy shit, I did that.’ You grab your phone, going to your friend’s contact as soon as it opens.

‘Okay, I totally fucked but it wasn’t him…’

‘Wtf? Who did you have sex with then?!’ Her response was instant.

‘His very attractive sister… who I have a date with.’

‘...Damn, so he’s out?’

‘Yeah, he’s out. Thank God he introduced me to his sister though. I have so much to tell you. Can I come by?’ You drum your fingers against your thigh as you wait. ‘Hell yes! Come right now!’ You laugh and put your phone down. This was a day you’d never forget.

#vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #vi arcane #vi #vi smut #songfic #thank god you introduced me to your sister #mylo arcane #Youtube #tlos2 references

[insane-arcane]

Violet: The (Y/N) I know is real. And they're the reason were all here instead of on that bridge with our parents.

Powder: Who are they?

Mylo: A Revolutionist. A legend. The Legend!

Claggor: One of the first founders of the sons and daughters of Zaun. The leading member in fact.

Powder: Like Vander?

Violet: No Vander was the Easter Bunny compared to (Y/N). Just a foot soldier. They were the heart of the Undercity. Where ever they are now, their still looking out for us.

~Ten years later~

Vi: The (Y/N) I know is real. And they're alive helping Zaun out in every way they can.

Caitlyn: Who are they?

Vi:... A revolutionist. A legend.

Caitlyn: Wait weren't they were one of the first founders of the sons and daughters of Zaun? The leading member?

Caitlyn: Like Silco?

Vi: No Silcos the easter bunny compared to (Y/N). Just a foot soldier. They're the heart of the Undercity. And we're gonna find them Cupcake.

#arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #arcane lol x reader #lol arcane x reader #lol x reader #silco #arcane silco #silco arcane #platonic violet #platonic lol x reader #platonic lol arcane #platonic arcane #platonic mylo #platonic claggor #platonic powder #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn #arcane claggor #arcane powder #arcane mylo #arcane violet #incorrect arcane quotes #incorrect quotes

[notyetjae]

ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɴ' ᴅᴜᴍʙ

Pairing: Young!vi x reader [Platonic.]

Warnings: Underage drinking, kids being dumb, Alcohol/Being intoxicated, reader is around the same age as the gang, if not a little older. [Same universe as my being friends with act 1 Vi!]

"Hurry up and grab it!" Mylo whispered yelled, him, and claggor were crouched on the stairs while Vi sat by the doorway keeping watch, you were crawling behind Vander's bar looking for a bottle of booze you knew he wouldn't notice went missing.

"Be patient for Pete's sake!" You yelled back in a hushed voice, fearing that Vander would hear the 2 of you squabbling, you ignored him while you examined the bottles.

"Got it!" You exclaimed a little too loud as you reached for a dark unlabeled bottle, the glass was scratched to hell and looked like it would shatter if someone looked at it weirdly.

The rest of the group hurried down the stairs, shushing each other loudly for being stomping a little too loudly down the rickety staircase, Vi swung the door open and you flew down the second flight of stairs and hopped onto the couch.

"What's In it?" The pinkette questioned,

"I dunno, there's no label"

You flipped the bottle upside down, through scratches you could see a date etched into the liquor bottle, "Jesus, this is older than powder"

"What? No shot" She snatched the bottle from you, you watched her expression change before she gently set the bottle down and mumbled something about alcohol poisoning.

"You gonna pop the cork or have a staring contest with it?" Mylo remarked, his face had that stupid smirk on it, "You're drinking last," you snapped back, pulling the old cork from the maroon bottle,

"My lady," You bowed your head and passed the bottle to Vi, she ruffled your hair and snatched the bottle, "You're an asshole,"

With no hesitation the pinkette took a big gulp, some of the booze dripped down her chin but she was quick to wipe it from her mouth and she coughed from the strong alcohol, her reaction made you nervous but you grabbed the bottle anyways.

You took a cautious sip, the dark liquor slid down your throat and left a harsh burning and sharp taste in your mouth, the bottle slammed against the oak table and you began violently coughing, you felt your eyes tearing up from the burning, God this is embarrassing.

The group roared in laughter, quickly hushed by violet, "Fine, fine, take another sip then, m'lady" You rasped, handing the bottle to her, she quickly snatched it with her bandaged hands, throwing her head back sharply. Once again, the bottle slammed against the oak table, the room was still and quiet, anticipating Violets reaction, he fingers still gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, the other hand grabbing the sofa ledge like her life depended on it, she face was completely neutral.

"So how's it-"

Vi's face instantly changed, as if she was using all her focus to keep still, her face contorted and she coughed loudly, way louder than you, Mylo hopped up to cover her mouth mumbling something about her snitching.

The sounds alerted powder, she cautiously poked her head from around the blanket covering the bottom bunk, the sight of Vi red in the face, violently coughing with tears running down her freckled face made the small girl gasp loudly. Your head turned to her, you didn't want her to be worried but you were also scared that if you didn't tell her what was really happening and have her accidently snitch to Vander, she is god awful at keeping secrets. Your mind swarmed with ideas, eventually you got up and kneeled by her bed, big bright blue eyes meeting yours, it looked like she was about to cry.

"Is she alright?" She quivered, arm wrapped around her stuffed bunny,

"Yeah of course! We're just.. having a contest..?" The words stumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to stop them,

"Contest?" Her eyes softened, still frightfully awaiting your response.

"It's a uhm, a secret Contest to see who can drink this--" You paused, eyes scanning your surroundings before landing on poorly made drawing of a witch and cauldron, you glanced back to her.

"--To see who can drink the potion without coughing!" Smiling nervously, you looked over your shoulder back to the group, wide eyed and still like mannequins.

"I wanna try!"

"No!" You all shouted in unison, Powders eyebrows knitted together, she felt tears welling up in her eyes, your hand cupped her face in attempt to soothe her,

"You can't it's just, you have to be older, or else you'll get sick."

"Like botulism." Mylo chimed in.

"Mylo!" Vi smacked the boy in the chest, 'what?' he mouthed, dramaticly shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll tell you what, just go back to sleep and tomorrow I'll get a potion just for you, alright?" She excitedly nodded her head, tucking herself back into bed and holding her stuffed animal close.

You sighed, rising from the creaky floor and plopping yourself back on the cough, "Hand it back," Your hand open as you waited for the bottle, "I haven't even got a chance!" Mylo whisper shouted, a stern glance his way made him fumble as handed the bottle back to you.

The four of you passed the bottle around, slowly you got used the burning sensation, and found a new pet peeve, the after taste. Mylo still fake gagged at every sip while Violet took big sips like Vander. Claggor didn't drink as much, claiming he would be the caretaker of the night. A little over 45 minutes had passed, you didn't feel as woozy as you thought you would so you stood to make your way to the bathroom, the second you took a step your legs gave out and you nearly landed face first onto the floor.

"Y/N?" Called Vi,

You didn't move, only lifting up your head to look at her, the biggest, stupidest smile across your face, you laughed, slightly embarrassed at the action.

"What're you doing on the floor" Vi slurred, leaning over her chair to scoop you up, she lifted you with ease and threw you over her shoulder as she stood, the two of you now giggling like schoolgirls. "Don't drop me!" You shouted, one of her arms held your legs in place and the other supported your back, she let out a husky laugh, "Here we go!" She said In a sing-songy voice, wildly spinning the both of you around the room.

"Wait!" She paused, stumbling a bit as she stilled, "D-do you wanna have a spinning contest?" She was silent, peering over her shoulder to meet your dreary eyes, "hell yeah."

She dropped you a little too hard, causing you to fall right on your butt, still giggling as you lept to your feet. "Ready?" You nodded, she counted down, "Go!" You didn't decide any rules, before hand, not even a punishment or reward, just spinning while chuckling. Inevitably, you crashed into each other, and claggor dragged the both of you back to the couch.

☆☆☆

It was well into the night, the rampant undercity streets had calmed, only leaving the bright flickering neon lights to flood the streets, few remained in alleys either drunks or drug dealers. The four of you still remained in the last drops basement, Mylo eyes were glued to the window, claggor sat on the couch with his head in his hands as you and Vi attempted to slow dance and sing, you were stepping on each other's feet and slurring words. The bottle of alcohol was nearly empty, just a few sips left. Your whole body was fuzzy, like a vibrating guitar string, face hot and blushing, your legs were wobbly and felt heavy, it was a difficult task to keep yourself standing, you leaned the majory of your weight onto vi as you interlocked your fingers into hers.

Your head was spinning, or maybe it was the room? You couldn't quiet tell, it was like the spinning from earlier caught up to you, you leaned into the crook of Vi's neck, exhaling against her sweaty skin. She struggled to stand once more, guiding the two of you to the back of the couch so you could safely slouch your back against the back of the couch and sink into the floor.

Before you know it, she was fast asleep, her arms still wrapped around you as she snored loudly, her grip was surprisingly strong for being asleep. The only thing lulling you to sleep being the occasional car driving by, rattling the whole basement, and the sound of Vi snoring in your ear.

Morning light shone through the basement window, a beam of light rested right by your head, your eyes fluttered open, attempting to blink away the sleep haze, before you even had the chance to move your head throbbed, causing you to reach for your temples, that's when you noticed how your entire body also ached, it felt like you got jumped in your sleep. Vi was rested on top of your body still, cuddled in your lap like a scared child. You pushed her off, letting her body flop against the floor, she's a heavy sleeper. You noticed the trail of new and dried spit near your collarbone, you grimaced, and wiped it away.

Head still pouding, you glanced around the room; Claggor was awake, simply sitting quietly and bouncing his leg as he waited for the others to awake, Mylo was slumped against the couch underneath the window, hand still grabbing the windowsill. Powder was awake, you could see her shadow scribbling something in her notebook. And of course Vi was still asleep.

An idea popped into your achy head, you glanced down at Vi, drool running down her blushed face, she slept soundly. You reeled your leg back, kicking her right in the shin, she jolted awake, groaning and whispering profanities before rolling over and tripping on her own feet as she stood pulling her arms up, ready for a fight. "What-- what the hell!" She panted, realizing it was just you she grabbed her knees and caught her breath, heart beating like a humming bird.

You laughed, shutting yourself up with a groan when your head throbbed 10x harder. Vi did the same, when she realized how worn out body was, you opened your mouth to complain but immediately stopped when you heard heavy stomping coming down the steps, "Shit!" You blurted, reaching for the bottle, but it was far too late, the door shoved open, Vander's figure stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, "Good mornin' " He greeted, smirking like the devil himself.

Neither of you knew what to do, just frozen and wide eyed like when you comforted powder, you hand was still just above the bottle, you practically incriminated yourself.

"I seem to be missing a certain item this morning" He leisurely stepped down the stairs, arms now crossed.

You quickly corrected your position, clearing your throat anxiously.

"Have fun?" He teased, devilish smile still across his face. None of you, even claggor were brave enough or smart enough to speak up.

"Okay, here's what's gonna happen." He lost the smirk, and got closer to your level,

"You two eat, drink some water and drink the medicine upstairs, once Mylo's up, you're all on dish duty." He turned to claggor, "Even you Claggor."

"What!" He protested, throwing his arms up in defense

"You drank too!" Vi exclaimed,

"I don't even live here!" You added,

"Ah, ah, all of you" He placed a rough hand on Vi's shoulder, ushering her to go upstairs, she relented and grumbled as she walked up the stairs, claggor and you soon followed, and you looked back at Mylo one final time, laughing at his wacky position.

A/N: This was very goofy and fun to write, not to jinx anything but I just might be out of my writers block! Sorry if this is not accurate to being drunk lol, I've only been drunk a few times with close friends.

#arcane #arcane lol #vi x reader #arcane fluff #arcane imagines #THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE #claggor #mylo arcane #powder ment :))

[stormycs15]

⸻ Topside, Male Oc x Reader ⸻

chapter one: (Everywhere the light touches)

characters: female reader, Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor,

genre: fanfiction, Arcane

summary: Life has been hard for you're friends and family in the Lanes. Doing odd jobs to get by is second nature for you, but will one job topside really change your lives?

word count: 2669

Previous / Next

Your POV

I held onto the pipe I was climbing, hands sweaty as I tried with all my strength to pull myself up. The pipe groaned with the amount of weight being placed on it. Once I got to a good position I turned and looked around with hesitant eyes, I had to squint to see the extravagant town in front of us since it was a bright and sunny day. Looking down I noticed it seemed higher than I thought it would. Vi was taking us so high and I was newer to this so I felt like my actions were very clumsy and slow. I look up slightly meeting Violet's eyes, she nods down at me. I purse my lips and hoist myself up some more after gaining some confidence.

“We are almost there come on.” She grunts at everyone trying to encourage them and I follow her gaze looking down at the three underneath me Powder, Mylo, and Claggor. They all seem to be struggling to climb the vertical building. I just return my thoughts to climbing up the pipe.

“Aw, man!” I could hear Mylo groan not the happiest about this situation. I quickly ignore his complaining and I follow Violet up the rest of the wall. I get to the ledge pulling myself up with strained lungs. I get myself to stand looking in awe at Piltover. My breaths were heavy from the climb.

“Woah.” I could hear Powder say from next to me making me look over and give her a small smile as she returns. We barely got to see the top side.

“It’s nice to get above it all huh,” Violet says as my attention turns back to the clean trees and buildings that lay in front of us like an entirely different world. As everyone got up onto the roof a large blimp flew past us. I looked at the view in complete awe.

“One day I am going to ride one of those things.” Powder says under her breath in a determined tone. I looked at her with a smile, I knew how much she was infatuated with seeing the new world, as much as I was. I probably fed her fantasy a bit since I told her the stories my father told me. I placed my hand in her hair ruffling her blue locks.

“And one day I’m going to shoot one down,” Mylo says pointing a finger gun at it as if to shoot it down. But I just roll my eyes pushing his arm down silently. My attention was brought to Claggor as he looked over Piltover nervously, we weren’t supposed to be topside… Vandor made that very clear. Calin wouldn’t be happy either, more because we didn’t invite him.

“Vi you sure about this? If we get caught…” Claggor starts to say and I turn to her with a hesitant nod not liking the plan, because it would be more than just Vandor mad at me.

“We aren’t going to get caught. We will be in and out before anyone even notices. We have [y/n] after all.” She says going to the edge of the building looking for the town square trying to figure out where we were in terms of finding out our jobs location. I gave a nervous sigh letting it get lost in the strong winds that were flowing over the buildings. Violet looks to me with a nod and I step forward eyeing all of the possible paths on the way to our destination.

“How long is this going to take, I’m hungry.” I hear Mylo say from behind me, after another second passes I point in the direction of the town Square already having a path in mind. I turn to Violet for her approval and she nods at me.

“Alright then everyone, fallow [y/n]… and just don’t look down.” She says as I jump into action, sliding down the roof onto an apartment balcony. I stand on the poles of the balcony railing and motion for them to come one at a time. Violet comes down first leaping over the gap with no problem. I turn seeing Claggor about to slide down but Mylo brushes past him with a smirk making Clagoor roll his eyes following right behind. By the time Mylo lands on the one side, Claggor lands right next to him Cupcake in mouth.

“Couldn’t we have just walked?” I could hear Claggor ask from the other side of the gap.

“Gotta stay out of sight for this one,” Violet says looking back over at us. I am trying to get Powder to go next in case she fell maybe I could save her. But she is just looking down and taking deep breaths.

“Called it! This is on you Vi.” Mylo says referring to Powder and I glare over at the male.

“[y/n] can carry her over,” Claggor says motioning to me but Violet holds up her hand.

“No. Powder look at me! What did I tell you… you're ready. So you got this [y/n] will save you.” She says looking at me and I nod at her as Powder starts to get ready to jump off the roof keeping herself up with a small gasp, jumping over with ease she gets to the other side, only to come up shorter than the rest. I could see Violet's eyes go wide reaching her hand out but I sprang into action and leap over catching Powder before she could fall backwards. She looks up at my taller self giving me a thankful smile. Us three girls sigh in relief.

“Thanks.” I hear her say regaining her balance as we turn to the others. I just nod. As we walked I could see Mylo rolling his eyes at Powder and me. I reach my hand out shoving him back making it so he was walking behind Claggor. He was starting to get on my nerves. I start to lead them by shimmying along the edge of the rooftop. I focus on keeping my back glued to the wall leading the others.

“What if Vandor finds out we are all the way up here?” Claggor asks earning a few looks from the rest of us silently agreeing with his concern. I just keep moving knowing if I stopped now I would definitely turn back. I hear Violet sigh annoyed so I keep my mouth shut.

“Look around! Do you think anyone topside is going hungry? Besides, this is exactly the kind of job Vandor would have pulled at our age. He is probably sending Cal on missions like these. I’m going, are you with me or not?” She asks stopping and turning to look at them. I look down not wanting to look at the others. I could hear no protests so I stood my ground from the front as she took up the back.

“Vandor’s going to kill us,” Claggor says behind me, I nod at his comment. Even if this mission went well we were going to get a good lecture from the man himself.

“Only if we screw up… So don’t screw up.” She says with a stern look before turning to me and nodding. I return the gesture and lean forward before catching myself and landing on the balcony I led us to that sat underneath us. I look into the doors and listen… it seems like no one has been home.

“All clear,” I say to the rest signaling them it was safe to hop down. They start hopping down one by one. Mylo tries to open the door eager to get to work but is stopped when the handle doesn’t budge.

“Who locks their balcony?” He asks pulling out a lockpick and starting to do his thing. I turn and help Vi with getting the rest of our team down. Claggor and I look over the railing and frown looking at each other.

“There are a lot of enforcers down there.” He says and I nod looking for possible escape routes.

“That means we are in the right place. You going to get that door open anytime soon?” Violet asks turning to look at Mylo.

“Workin’ on it?” Mylo says aggravated, I stay quiet not wanting to put pressure on him. “Seeing as I'm the only one who knows how to pick locks, I suggest...” But as he’s talking Violet walks forward kicking the door open. Mylo flinches back not expecting her actions. Claggor brushes him as he walks into the apartment after Violet, powder following them.

“Animals…” He says turning to me and seeing my hand outstretched to him, He grumbles taking it. Helping pull him up before entering ourselves. I look around furrowing my eyebrows, this place seems fancy but things were laid in a very hectic order. Everyone soon disperses looking around at the place.

“Y’know Claggor, for once you’re right. We are definitely not supposed to be here.” Mylo says with a grin on his face as he admires the place around him greedily rubbing his hands together before he starts to look some gadgets over. I looked around at the books on the shelves not seeing anything that caught my eye. I find a few gadgets on a small table examining them before shrugging and tossing them into the bag in the middle of the room.

“Must be an inventor…” I hear Violet ask and I turn to see a huge chalkboard filled to the brim with equations and blueprints. I looked closer trying to see if there was anything I could understand. Seeing a book on the desk next to the chalkboard I pick it up and start flipping through all that was written down.

“This man is either crazy or a genius,” I grumble reading the hypothesis and outcomes he wrote down. I could barely understand anything scribbled on the paper.

“Whoa, I think this is a real Valdiani.” I hear Powder say with excitement, I turn to see a small object in her hands, it opens and plays a small jingle. I gently close the book in my hands but still hold onto it going to her and admiring the delicate invention.

“Oh, yeah? What about this?” Mylo asks with a smirk looking at an invention thinking he found something.

“That's a nose hair trimmer.“ I say with a giggle as his face drops at my words.

“Keep an eye out for anything that looks valuable, Powder. Before the boys fill the bag with junk.” Violet says making me chuckle reopening the book reading it and wondering if I should bring it with us.

“Uh... guys?” Claggor comments bringing my attention to a mechanism on the desk covered in papers. I blinked looking at the blue stone placed in the middle. As I walked up to it with the others I could feel my hand moving on its own.

“Wait, Vi… How the hell did we find this place?” Claggor asks looking at the pink-haired girl. As my finger got close to the stone I felt a zap and wince pulling back my hand and holding it feeling the tingling shock as it went through my body. But I didn’t dare look from the blue stone.

“It was a tip from Little Man.” I hear her say and I roll my eyes.

“Little Man?” Mylo asks in disbelief that we took a tip from the small boy.

“Just leave it. C’mon.” She says harshly finally breaking me out of the small trance I was in even though my eyes still looked to the small blue orb. I shook my head returning to looking around the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Powder start to walk down a hallway.

“How can anyone have so much stuff?” I hear Claggor ask, I start to follow Powder overhearing their little conversation.

“Simple, just get born lucky.” I hear Mylo say making me huff amused rolling my eyes. As I get to the hallway I see papers pinned to the wall. I look at them starting to understand what this person could be making. As I get closer to the room I can see Powder opening a chest filled with the same blue stones as the one I just saw. As I am about to get closer I hear footsteps making me freeze and walk back to the others.

“Psst.” I hiss quietly at them and Vi turns to me with furrowed eyebrows. I nod at her urgently and she frowns looking over at me.

“Mylo.” She says quickly making him sprint into action, I run back down the hallway as Mylo puts the chair up to the door handle.

“Powder we got to go!” I hiss making her flinch grabbed the stones and ran after me as I started to tidy up some things so it didn’t look so messed up. I help Vi get the stuff together but as I am getting her up with the bad an explosion erupts through the apartment making us fly across the room, I hit the bookshelf and fall to the floor, and I groan latching my hand to my stomach. I push myself up and see Violet already next to me ready to help me out. We have definitely been found out now. The balcony starts to give way and I help Vi make sure the others are secure on the balcony before we hear screams from underneath us. I silently swear and stare at the place I was standing with Violet now gone crumbled on the street floor stories below.

We jump into action starting to run, because if we didn’t start to move now we definitely would get caught. I look to Violet seeing her motion for me to take the lead and I don’t waste a second taking the lead to guide us out of Piltover. I could hear Enforcers behind us yelling at us to stop as they started to run after us. I quickly turn a corner motioning for the others to follow me. I could hear them getting closer and I turned another corner feeling more confident getting closer to the underground. I ripped off the sewer lid and motioned for them to get in.

“Oh man not again! I just got this shirt!” Mylo yells as Violet kicks him down the disgusting shaft. Claggor follows then Powder and I follow after, Violet not too far behind me. I get to the bottom and land on my side earning a hiss from my clenched teeth.

“I thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this,” Mylo complained and I rolled my eyes shifting into a sitting position.

“Well, this time's the last time,” Vi says harshly starting to get annoyed with the boy’s complaints.

“Guys, what was that? What the hell happened back there?” Claggor asks before everyone turns to Powder and I, I furrow my eyebrows.

“I don’t know… I didn't do anything.” I hear Powder defend.

“Yeah c’mon, we all didn’t expect the owners to come back so quick,” I say earning an eye roll from Mylo. My face falls and I clench my fists.

“You could fill a damn library with all the things you didn't do.” He mumbled and I stood up ready to knock some sense into him.

“Guys, we just emptied a Piltover penthouse right under the enforcers' noses,” Vi says gathering everyone's attention, everyone smiling but me. We might have done that, but we got caught in the process… There would be no doubt that trouble would come for us. Or be waiting when we got back to the Lanes. I sighed shaking my head walking out of the trash shoot out into the underground.

#arcane #jinx #league of legends #ekko #vander #fanfiction #x reader #oc #mylo arcane #claggor #ekko arcane #oc x reader #vi arcane

[justabigass-simp]

Im crying so hard about Vander on this rn 😭 thats why I need to write that 😭

Pairing: Arcane Vander x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing

English is not my first language I’m sorry for any mistakes.

The last drop got a new machine! A vending machine with different snacks and sweets. The kids liked it much. Mostly Mylo and Powder. The whole family was in the empty bar where you cleaned the glasses and you scrubbed some tables too where Vander your husband watched the kids amusing how they discuss wich candy or snack was the best from the machine. While pow-pow was on her way to buy a sweet from the vending machine. But.. It got stuck. She huffed angry and tries to get the candy out while sticking her arm through the slot. Oh no- Thought powder.

Her arm got stuck

“Uhh- guys.. I need help..” she muttered. No response. “Help me please!” She squeaked and started to panic. “What happened pow!?” VI asked her confused but worried. “My sweet got stuck now my arm is stuck!..” she whined. At first Vi tried to pull her arm out but that hurt powder. So then she tried to make it with soap and it worked. “So and now your candy pow-pow” Vi explained with hands on her hips looking at the stuck candy.

Meanwhile You and Vander where in this moment in the storeroom searching for some things and cleaned up a bit. “Gosh baby you need to tidy in here!” You chuckled picking a carton full of Alcohol up. “Yeah that’s right darlin’ but don’t drink all this liquor on your own will ya?” He laughed that made you just roll your eyes with a smile. You placed the carton on the table unpacking the whole alcohol. “Hmh rye whisky” you mumbled to yourself. Vander chuckled. “What you laughing here huh?” You smiled looking behind you. “Nothin” darlin’ your just beautiful” he smiled walking towards you grabbing softly your hips. “Ohh now being romantic?” You teased resting your hands on his shoulders looking lovely in his eyes. “OH GOD DAMN IT THIS FUCKING SHIT-“ Vi yelled from the next room. You two looked at each other with wide eyes sighing. Vander kisses your nose then goes to the kids. You shook your head while giggling before you continued to put the liquor out of the carton to put it on the shelf. Everything in this room was dusty but not dirty.

“What’a wrong VI?” Vander questioned the teenager Infront of him punching the vending machine. “My candy got stuck Vander!…” powder explained. Now Vander understands. He walked over to them slapping the side of the machine. No movement. He tried again but shakes this time the machine.No movement either. Now he starts to shake the vending machine harder that it scratches on the floor. “Jesus- what is happening in there!?” You asked yourself by much of this noise. You walked over to them seeing how Vander shakes the vending Maschine while mylo slaps the Glas of it and powder her arm was in the slot wiggling her fingers to get the candy package.

“What the hell is going on here?!” You asked. All five looked at you in shock like the have seen a ghost. “What are you- or what are you Trying To do?!” You asked confused. Powder then almost mumbled “my candy…”. You walked in silence over to the vending machine Vander let the machine almost “fall” on the ground where powder put her arm out of the slot and mylo stepped back smiling nervously at you. You grabbed a key in your pocket and opend the door to fill up the vending machine. Powder made a “O” form with her mouth, mylo looked at you like you opend a Tresor and Vander opend his mouth to say something but didn’t.

“All you need to do is ask-…” you said face palming.

#vander arcane headcanons #arcane #vander x reader #arcane vander #vander arcane x reader #vander #arcane violet #arcane powder #arcane mylo #arcane claggor

[sakiblack]

We were always ment to be

Arcane x female reader

Silco x female reader

Five minutes.I leave them for five minutes and they are gone.I would go look for them…but by the time i have realised they were gone it was to late.So the only thing i could do was wait.And wait i did the whole day in fact.

I was leaning against the wall next to the entrance to the Last Drop.Why? Well its the only place they will come to after coming back.They live here after all.What ever they did it must have been a big deal since they havent goten back yet.Most of the time they are here in 2 hours.But not this time.

y/n:There you are.

I mumbled to myself as i saw four small figures walking to the front door.

y/n:Mind telling me where you all have been?

Vi:Y/n.

She sounded suprised but i knew it was all a mask.

Mylo:Heyyyyy

y/n:Cut it Mylo.

Mylo:Yes ma'am.

y/n:I let you kids of for five minutes and you come back 7 hours later covered in bloo-.

I stoped for a second as i realised they were all bleeding a little exept for Powder.

y/n:What happened?

Vi:Nothing.

y/n:Dont give me that shit.

Claggor:We went to Piltover.

Vi:Do you have to tell her everything?

y/n:So the four children at the penthouse thats you.

I asked even tho it did not sound like a question.

Vi:y/n we just wanted to-

y/n:Im disappointed in you Vi.

I could see her face fall as i said the word /disappointed/.

y/n:Your the one that should take care of them when you decide to run of.

Vi:Will you tell Vander?

I looked away from her disappointed.They were like children to me.My children.It was hard to see them hurt.

y/n:I wont say anything….but he probably already knows.Everyone here is talking about it.

Vi:Thanks.

I sighed as i petted her head.

y/n:Inside. All of you.

I said as they walked in.As we all entered my eyes looked for Vander and i found him at a table with some people.Helping out another one hm?

The door closed and his eyes looked at us and stoped at me as we exchanged glances.I said i wont tell him anything but sometimes you do not need to use words to speak.He got up the second i looked away from him and walked after Vi,Mylo,Powder and Claggor.

y/n:Get in.

I said as i opened the door to their room before closing it.I just stood there untill i heard someone walking to me.

Vander:It was them hm?

His voice was calm.

y/n:I left them alone for five minutes. I didnt think they would-

Vander:Its not your fould.They did it on their own and we cant turn the time back.

I sight as i looked up at him.I was not a child but my height was of a teenager.And if someone else saw us it would look like Vander was talking to a kid.

y/n:Dont be hard on them.

Vander:Im never hard on them.

He said as he walked into the room closing the door behind him.

I stood there for what felt like hours before Mylo Claggor and Powder walked out of the room.

y/n:They about to have the talk hm?

I asked softly.

Mylo:Yeah.

He said as i leaned against the door trying to listen.

y/n:So what really happened out there?

Claggor:We went to Piltover took some things, made an explosion,had a fight with some guys and got here.

Mylo:Dont forget the part where Powder lost all the things we got.

Powder:I told you i didnt mean t-

y/n:A fight? With our guys?

Mylo:Yeah a group of idiots.

I sight as i looked at Powder.

y/n:Im just happy your all okay.

Powder smiled at me as she hugged my leg.

y/n:How did Mouser do?

I asked smiling.

Powder:He didnt work.I think i need some other parts.

y/n:Why dont you go get some and ill help you build Mouser again?

She smiled as she quickly made her was up the stairs.

It was then that Mylo quickly moved away from the door as Vander walked out.

Vander:Get up Claggor.We are going out.

Claggor:Now?

Vander:Yes now.

He said as he took something from Mylos hand.

Mylo:Hey thats mine.

Vander:You wanna be treated like adults right? Then you should know better then come back empty handed.Im ganna have a little word with your informent.

He said as he and Claggor walked up the stairs.I sight and i walked into the room and took a seat next to Vi as Mylo did the same.

Mylo:She is a problem.

Vi:Mylo im really not-

Mylo:Do you remember what was in the bag?The biggest payout we have ever seen and she lost it.

Vi:She is young.

Mylo:You dont have to tell me twice.

y/n:Mylo thats enough.

I said as he looked me without saying a word.I was not Vander.I could not save them from anything.But they still listened to me like i was some kind of queen.Or maybe a mother.

y/n:Leave her alone. I can name a few times you messed up.

Mylo looked away from me as he still didnt say anything.

Vi:You know what Mylo. Your right.There is a lot of things Powder does wrong.Like complain about everything.And brag-

Mylo:Okay i see where your going with this.

Vi:Powder is my problem okay? Your problem is knowing when to shut up.But ill halp you with that.When ever you see this face it means its time for you to shut up.

Mylo:But i-

Vi pointed at her face as Mylo just sight as looked away.I  chuckled as i got up and petted Vis shoulder.

y/n:You should go talk to Powder.

Vi looked at me with a small smile as she walked out of the room leaving me and Mylo alone.

Mylo:Dont i already know what your ganna say.Your older you should take care of her and not act like a ba-

y/n:Not this time.This time its something new.

I said softly as he looked at me with curious eyes.

y/n:Mylo everyone is strong at some things and at some they arent.Same with me.Im good at talking to peopl..making them understand somethings but im shit at making you guys stay next to me.

Mylo chuckled as he stared at me.

y/n:What i wanna say is noone is perfect.I know she gets on your nerves but your old enought to know that.And hey maybe you could teach her some of you sick moves.

I said teasingly as i gently pushed his shoulder.

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Lay low.Thats what Vander said and thats why we were here.I still dont know how this place is called.But i like to call it the lay low place.

Vi was training while me and Claggor were just staring at her.

Mylo:Remind me why we are in this dump.

Asked Mylo as he was waiting for Powder to finish fixing the shooting game.

Vi:Vander said we should lay low.And this place is the best one for that.

Claggor:Whats the metter Mylo? Scare Powder will beat you again?

Mylo:Hey if she didnt stop fixing these things i would not keep missing.

y/n:Sure.

I said smiling as i walked to him as Powder just finished fixing the game.

y/n:Good luck then.Youll need it.

I said teasingly as Mylo started to shoot .

Vi:You guys know i would not take you on a job you could not handle right?

Mylo:You kidding?That was the best job we have ever done.Maybe just dont take Powder next time.

I sight as i looked at Powder.

y/n:Your turn Powder.

She looked at the targets and started her turn.And she got all of them.Guns really are your strong suit hm.

y/n:Bam! You go Pow Pow.

I siad proudly as Powder walked to one or the arcade games in the room.

y/n:So you know how i have been wanting to get that knife i saw at the store a week ago right?

Vi:Right.

y/n:Well its on sale. And i think ill be able to get it in the next days.

Mylo:Thats great.

He said looking at me in a sarcastic tone.

Was it a good thing to talk about some knife i wanted for a long time? No.But it sure as hell is better to talk about then other things.

Powder:Hey guys.You should see th-

Before she could finish someone was thrown at the window.I looked at the man in horror as my eyes moved to where he came from. Enforcers.A lot of them.

:Search them.

I could hear one of them say as i took a step back Powder quickly stepping behind me.

y/n:Be calm everyone.

Mylo:Go ahead idiots. We have nothing.

Said Mylo as one of the enforcers walked to me and Powder and stopped right infront of me.

y/n:Sir i can assure you w-

Before i could finish the room went dark.So it ment we have to run.I took Powders hand as we all started to run.Was it a good idea?Hell no.But there is nothing to do about it.

We ran  out of the room and into an allyway.But to no suprise there were enforcers there as well.

Just then a leader came down next to us.

:Over here.

I heard a voice say as i looked up and saw Little man.

We all quickly got up and pushed the leader down fort he enforcers to not be able to get up.

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y/n:Mind telling me what the fuck that was?

Mylo:Dont look at me i didnt push the button .

Claggor:It was me.I …Vi gived me the look and i just-

y/n:What the hell were you thinking?We had nothing to hide.

I said as i glared at Vi.She looked at me ashamed.She was hiding something.

Savika:We should hit them back.We got the numbers to beat them.

We were in Last drop.I was scholding the kids in the corned before Savika started to speak.

:Yeah lets teach them what it means to mess with us!

Yelled on of the man.

Vander:You sure thats what you want?We have crossed that bridge onec before and we all know how it ended.

:Your just protecting your kids.

Vander:Im protecting our people.I would do the same for any one of you.We look out for each other.Its how it has always been.This will blow over.We just need to stand together.

Savika:The Vander i knew the one who built the underground would not be afraid to fight.

y/n:Savika.

I said as i walked into the crowd.One of the man puted their hand on my shoulder to stop me from moving closer to her.

Vander:Do i looked scared?

He asked as he walked to her.

Savika:No.You look weak.

She said as she turned around and walked out with some of her guys behind her.

y/n:Savika.

I said as i walked past the man holding me and walked out of the Last drop.

y/n:Its the best thing to do.If we fight again ….do you know how many people would die.

Savika:Stay out of this y/n.If he wont help ill find someone that will.

And just like that i was left outside as she and the rest of her man walked away.

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y/n:Vander. This is getting out of hand.

I said as i was sitting at the bar with Vander playing with a scroll.

y/n:Im not saying we need to finght but just explain things to them.Im sure they would under-

Vander:Grayson gived me this scroll.She needs to take someone up there so this all will end.

y/n:Dont tell me your thinking what im thinking.

He looked at me with sad eyes as just then the door upened and three Enforcers walked in.

Vander:What can i get you?

He asked as he puted the scroll away.The man looked at me and then back at Vander.

:Four sump rats will do.Search the place.

The other two man moved away and started to look for the /four sump rats/as i didnt dare to move.

Vander:While your wasting your time how about a proper drink?

:Ill take the strongest you got.

Said the man as Vander gived him a drink.

Vander:mh be careful with that

He said teasingly.

:Heh nearly forgot.I ran into an old friend of yours.He had some stories.

Vander got up as some of the guys in the bar did the same.I look at him as he nooded in agreement.

:You werent always the peacekeeper.

Vander:Yeah well you cant escape the past.Be a shame if i had to put them on again.

Just then the one of the man came back with nothing.Thank god he didnt find them.

y/n:Told you.

:You people down here are all same mistaking arrogance  for bravery.You think your standing up for something but we all know there is crime behind every coin  in this place.Your just a small man  that the world forgot to bury.And im ganna bury a lot of you!

He yelled as he walked out of the bar.

I groaned as i quickly got up and made my way to their room with Vander right behind me.

y/n:Are you all okay?

I asked as i walked into the room.

Vi:No we are not okay. They almost saw Powder.What if they took her?

Vander:Noone is taking anyone.Never ganna let it happen.

Vi:Its already happening. You heard him they wont stop we need to fight back.And if you wont i will.

I glared at Vi as for the first time my glare was not ganna make her stop talking.

Vander:I have heard this talk before.

He said as  he walked out of the room with Vi right behind him.As she walked past me our eyes meet.My eyes were full of dissapointment as hers were full of anger.I love her but its hard to see  her grow up so fast.

I didnt say a word as i walking to my bed and took a seat on it.Powder and i shared a bed.She said it felt safer if she felt i was next to her and i must say i felt the same.

Powder:Do you wanna help me make smoke bombs?

I glanced up at her with a small smile.

y/n:Id love to

I said as Powder and i started to make small smoke bombs.Im not sure how long it was but somewhere in the middle Vi walked in with a toy in her hand.I glanced at her as she took a seat next to Powder and wispered something to her before she left yet again.I didnt question what she said but some minutes after Powder got up and walked out of the room.

y/n:Pow pow? You okay?

I asked entering the bar as i saw her sitting beside Vander.She didnt say anything as Vander was staring at the toy in her hands his eyes wide.

Vander:Y/n come with me.

He said as he told Powder to go back to Mylo and Claggor before he pulled me out of the Last drop.

y/n:Vander what is this about.

Vander:The scroll.Its not there where i left it.Someone took it.

Y/n:What who would have-

Thats when it clicked.Vi.She took it and if im corect she called them already.

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I have watched Arcane at least two times.And i thought i would write something for it.I have had this for some time.I thought i would not use it but here i am.I will ofc still write for avatar but i was just thinking id put this out here.I might continue this story or start even smaller ones.But ill see about that.Id like to thank anyone who read this.And i am sorry if there are any words spelled wrong.English is not my first language and im not the best at spelling.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #silco x reader #arcane silco #silco #arcane x reader #arcane vi #arcane powder #arcane vander #arcane mylo #arcane claggor

[togetherhearted]

GOT A LIL REQUEST ON AO3 AND I THOUGHT I COULD SHARE IT WOTH YOU ALL.

SILCO, VIKTOR AND MYLO'S S/O FINDS THEIR SUNGLASSES

Silco never liked when someone walked around his office without his permission; you and Jinx were the exceptions.

You came earlier to give him the lunch box he forgot at home, but you found the room empty.

You sat down on his old,yet still comfy somehow,chair and rummaged the desk's drawers.

You found an interesting pair of glasses at some point;under all that garbage. Probably sunglasses?

-It's not for fashion-

You yelped when you heard Silco's voice. 

-I wasn't-

He rested on the doorframe. -That's for... Protection, yes- He invited you to put them back, averting his eyes;somehow he looked embarrassed.

-Viktor?What are these?- You handled carefully a pair of glasses. They were clearly not suitable for reading, judging by the dark lenses.

-Jayce bought them for me as a joke.He called them "sunglasses"- He walked towards you  -He said that I need to spend more time  in the daylight or I won't "grow up" and "get stronger" and these will help my eyes to not burn,or something like that. You know how he is- He shrugged. Jayce wasn't wrong though. Viktor needed to stay outside the lab more.

-Want to try them?-

You eagerly nodded and put in on you. You walked towards the window;everything felt so strange.

Viktor chuckled watching you with taking a walk aeound the lab with mouth open.

For Mylo you weren't supposed to discover the shades. He stole them from a Piltie just for you. He wanted to impress you with a wonderful gift for your anniversary and now everything was ruined.

It was no one's fault if not his. He forgot them on the table and when you came back you ready were all over them.

-Where did you get these?!They're so cool!-

The boy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck -I stole them...-

-Stole them?!From who?- You were concermed.

-A...Piltie- He saw you furrowing your brows -No one saw me I promise!And I got them for you! You know?For our anniversary!-

Your face lit up but you had to smack him in the forehead for being so reckless.

#arcane #arcane x reader #league of legends x reader #league of legends #arcane viktor #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #viktor #silco x reader #silco #mylo #mylo x reader #x reader

[freementallyillkid]

I’m gonna start posting here I write for arcane and pretty much any character feel free to make requests

My other work is on wattpad @Al_6666 I won’t be reposting them here clause I’m lazy but anything new I write will be here.

#arcane #jinx x reader #vi x reader #vicktor x reader #ekko x reader #mylo x reader #netflix #wattpad

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

okay! So my idea was that after the incident with the monkey bomb and after she was adopted by silco, powder felt alone and sometimes she just walked trough zaun by herself. And one day she found reader rummaging through the trash for fabrics (because she likes to do her own clothes let's say) and she reminded powder of herself, so after seeing her some more times after that powder decided to talk to her and then they become inseparable and IDK it's like some chaotic teenage romance where they do dumb stuff together like sneak into piltover or get themselves into jail accidentally, whatever you can think of

This was definitely longer than I thought, feel free to change anything you want!

(hello! So sorry this sucks but I had a major headache and felt like writing! Anyways, the idea for the booth/carnival came from @spice-bunny0-0 ! Enjoy!)

Never Again...Maybe

So, this is what boring feels like.

Powder almost huffed, well, Jinx, did. Powder was getting used to the name Jinx for now, but mainly went by Powder.

It was just how it was at this moment.

She trudged along the streets of the Undercity, looking around for anything, anything at all, to do.

But there was nothing.

Before the…incident, Powder never felt truly bored.

There was always something to do, bug Mylo, hang out with Vi, bug Mylo with Claggor, or hang out with Ekko.

But…they weren't around, so she couldn't do any of that.

She didn't like the goons Silco hired that much, sure they were nice to her, but they had to be.

Unless they wanted the "big boss" to cut off a hand.

One of the perks of being taken in as a daughter by the Eye of Zaun.

Just as she was about to go back to the Last Drop, she stopped walking abruptly as a piece of metal hit her boot.

Powder tilted her head, curiously picking the scrap metal off the ground and examining it in her hand.

It was a piece to the others of the bombs she home-made, one she has been looking for.

With a small smile, she tucked it into her holster pocket before hearing more metal clicking and…shuffling?

It was coming from the alleyway, so as curious as she was, she followed the sound.

To her surprise, she found a kid around her age.

You were leaning over the dumpster, so much that your only body part visibly was your legs as you leaned down and tossed whatever you apparently didn't need out of the way.

"Come on…come on…aha!" Powder tilted her head confused, not moving as you exclaimed and quickly leaned back over onto your feet.

You held a spool of…fabric?

It wasn't ugly or in terrible condition, so much that even Jinx would take and use it for her clothes.

But now, Powder was in control. And Powder was curious.

You smiled, turning around quickly to leave with your treasure before jumping as you saw Powder standing almost right behind you.

"Oh! Hello…?" You asked, tilting your head as you held your find to your chest.

"What are you doing?" Powder cut quickly, not meaning to be rude but it came out like that.

"Oh, just finding fabric." You shrugged, like it was the most simple thing in the world.

"Why?" Powder asked, walking in unison with you as you left the alley.

"I make use of them for my clothes! I like making them." You smiled in pride, Powder now taking the time to look you up and down.

Your outfit was actually quite pretty, or more grand than you would find in the Undercity.

It was good for a home-made outfit.

"Those aren't from down here?" Powder asked, touching more fancy parts on your shirt.

"Yeah, they're not. I went Topside to get them." You smiled in pride, proud of the fact that you had gotten them in the first place.

"You did?!" Powder asked, her curiosity at an all time high at your almost bravery to sneak past enforcers up there.

Not that they scared her much anymore.

"Uh-huh! Now, I gotta go-" You broke the news, almost sad that you had to leave your almost new friend behind.

But you were cut off as Powder was suddenly In Front of you with a smile holding your wrist carefully but with a grip hard enough to keep you in place.

"I like you." Powder revealed, you raised a brow but laughed at her bluntness.

"I like you too." You shrugged, matching her smile as you adjusted your grip on your fabric.

"That's good." Powder nodded happily, before it faded ever so slightly.

"Because you don't have a choice." 

From the way she said it, it almost looked innocent, in fact, it did.

You were so surprised you thought you heard it wrong.

"Huh- woah!" You were tugged harshly by Powder, the girl suddenly having the energy to run and avoid bumping into others on the Undercity streets.

Powder was almost giddy, you reminded her of herself.

And with that, came an opportunity for a new friend for herself.

And she would not let it slip away.

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The days with Jinx turned into months, which turned into years. 

You and her were inseparable, you didn't live with her. But to your surprise, Silco liked you, or tolerated you.

You kept Jinx happy. And a happy Jinx was always good.

You and Jinx grew up together practically, never leaving one side from the other.

When one walked by the other was soon to follow, jumping over each other and making a giggling, pink and blue mess wherever you guys went.

But Jinx's favorite thing to do was sneak around.

Sneaking around Topside, in fact.

So that's how you ended up here now, in a flee from the Enforcers Topside with a giggling Jinx practically being carried on your back.

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"You sure this is a good idea, J.J?" You asked, laughing at her "disguise".

She was hard not to spot though, wherever Jinx went was a firecracker waiting to happen.

Her hair along with her outfit was always noticeable in a room.

But now, she had a coat so big that it almost covered her entire body, her hair pinned up with a hat on while wearing sunglasses.

It's not that she couldn't go Topside wearing "normal" clothes, but Jinx is Jinx. She did things the way she wanted.

"Of course it is! You got the balloons?" Jinx asked, tipping her sunglasses as you almost laughed once again before nodding.

"Perfect! Let's go!"

"You sure Silco will bail us out?"

"...Yeah, sure!"

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You and Jinx were in the middle of a carnival, being pushed around by Topsiders as you both looked through shops' windows and booths for what you needed.

Jinx had run out of crayons, oil crayons and paint for her doodles, so she needed more.

But she hated the ones down below, they broke easily or were flat out ugly ass colors.

So she resorted to having Sevika getting them imported, but Sevika was on some away mission and Jinx didn't care enough to have others do it.

Sevika got the right colors, and only Sevika, she may be an ass but she's good at picking out crayons for kids.

"What about those?" You asked, pointing out some oil crayons to Jinx.

She picked them up, humming occasionally before she nodded.

She stuffed her hand into her pocket, trying to grab enough money for the price but turns out, yal spent it when buying else and your fabrics.

"Shit." Jinx cursed under her breath, she had to pay, you said so yourself.

You didn't want to be thrown into a jail cell on Monday, so she resorted to paying.

She didn't want to upset you and you be mad at her, no, no.

But, there was no choice in this. Especially since this was practically the only booth with her paints and crayons she actually needed.

"Hey, (Name)? We're out." Jinx broke bluntly, her giggle almost escaping once she saw you grimace.

"Really? Again?" You asked, feeling the oncoming headache and preparing yourself from what is about to happen.

"Yup. Sorry, you're up." Jinx smirked, you couldn't get another word in before she slipped away to get her paints.

"Really?! Ugh, fine." You sighed, preparing yourself and putting on your best fake smile before you walked over to the booth owner.

"Hello! Could you tell me about these crayons? They're…fascinating…?" You questioned, almost giving yourself away but the booth owner didn't notice.

"I would love too! You see these one's…" The booth owner's voice drowned out as you absent mindedly nodded, glancing back at Jinx as she stuffed her jacket pockets.

This went on for almost three minutes, the booth owner finally following your eyes to Jinx just as she stuffed another box in her pockets.

"Hey!" The booth owner yelled, alerting enforcers and people standing by.

"Put those back!" The enraged man yelled, going to stomp over but stopped as you pulled him back.

"Sorry for this." You winced, the man confused before you popped a balloon of paint onto his head.

You quickly ran to Jinx as the girl was giggling madly, grabbing her hand and yanking her just as enforcers made it to the booth.

The mad booth owner wiped paint from his face, yelling and pointing to you two as you booked it, running into citizens but pushing them out the way.

Enforcers yelled for you to stop, but you couldn't with Jinx on your back and the promise of not going to jail today.

"We're not doing this again!"

"That's what you think! This is fun!"

#arcane x reader #arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #arcane ekko #arcane violet #ekko arcane #vi arcane #jinx x reader #arcane jinx x reader #jinx arcane x reader #powder arcane #arcane powder #claggor arcane #arcane claggor #mylo arcane #arcane mylo #jinx x reader platonic #platonic #silco arcane #arcane silco #arcane sevika #sevika arcane

[thisismyrandombloooog]

Writing a Vi x Reader fanfic. I’ve done the first chapter, I don’t know if I’m going to keep writing it but if enough people like it I will. Check it out if you can, I’d appreciate it :)

https://www.wattpad.com/1373736137-arcane-vi-x-female-reader-act-1-chapter-1

#arcane #vi x reader #vi arcane #jinx #jinx x reader #powder #friends to lovers #vi arcane smut #violet arcane #vi and jinx #vi and caitlyn #claggor #mylo arcane #league of legends #vi smut #arcane fanfic #vi fanfic #silco and jinx #arcane silco #vander arcane #vander and vi #vander and silco #claggor x reader #mylo x reader #ekko arcane #ekko #ekkojinx #ekko x reader #jayce arcane #vi arcane x reader

[lunarmoonanons]

Mornin’ Mama

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A glimpse into the morning with YN and her little boy.

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Masterlist

YN awoke to the feeling of tiny arms wrapping tightly around her torso. Raising her arms to let out a loud stretch, before bringing her hand down to run her fingers through her son’s messy hair.

Mylo had latched himself to her pretty quickly ever since she had taken him in two months ago. YN knew that he was dealing with trauma from losing both his parents at such a young age, causing him to attach himself to a maternal figure quickly.

“Mylo? Baby it’s time to wake up.” YN whispered to the small boy who tightened his grip on her in protest. “No love, you have to wake up.”

“Mama.. I wanna sleep in..”

YN smiled at his sleepy whining, cradling his head close as she went to sit up. He still clung close as she fully rose upright. With a kiss placed on his frowny forehead, YN began to pat his back to awake her little boy.

“No sleeping in Mylo. We have to clean today. Come on, up up.” YN gave one final pat before she went to stand; one arm under his behind, another across his back. Carrying him to her one bathroom. Hopefully today there’d be enough hot water for her to wash his face and hair.

Sitting his small body on her sink, YN went to grab a small towel as he began to clean his teeth. Mylo’s small smile scrunched up as his mother began wiping his face with the wet towel. Clearly protesting the action to clean him. His frown was met with a kind, tired smile as YN removed the dirt from his face.

“No more frowning love. Let’s start the day with a clean happy face. Okay?” Her smile broke his own toothy, big, smile out from his frowned face.

As he put down his toothbrush, Mylo didn’t notice YN slightly frown at the pathetic stream of cold water coming from the faucet. Soaking the towel more, YN wiped down her own body hastily before she set her boy on the ground. Barely acknowledging him run to the kitchen, YN began to clean her teeth as she calculated how to manage the water for today, before she went down to her supplier and “convincing” him to pump the water consistently. She didn’t need it to be hot, just flowing. So if she needed to threaten to poison a pathetic hoarder, so be it.

“Mama! Hurry up! I wanna make breakfast!” Mylo yelled from the other room.

Her smile stretched across her brown cheeks once again as she made her way to her boy. Mylo jumped into her arms, giggling as he sat on her hip.

“I see we got happy again.” YN teased. “Let’s make something sweet, my baby.”

It was a hard life in the undercity. But a morning with her baby was a well spent one.

#mylo arcane #mylo x reader platonic #mother reader #maternal reader #arcane x female reader #arcane fanfic #Arcane

[tamayakii]

ok but i wanna do HCs on being one of vander kids yet not getting into fights n stuff but aboslutely fucking losing it on a undercity kid who threaten one of the fam,

#arcane x reader #arcane headcanons #Vander x reader #powder x reader #vi x reader #claggor x reader #mylo x reader #benzo x reader #ekko x reader