#she’s gonna kiss silco

[seastarryclouds]

The witch of mushroom and rot, aka my Arcane Sona: Fungal

All she is missing his her mask but I wanted to show her face, also (sadly) her eyes aren’t blue most of the time. It’s tough hiding your magic, even in Zaun!

#this ref sheet isn’t done but it’s done to a point I can share it #and send it to someone if I wanted to commission them #so I’m posting it #witch of mushroom and rot #arcane Sona #fungal witch #Fungal #she’s gonna kiss silco #and Viktor #and Marcus #and Jayce #and #and Ran #and Mek #so many #and she is gonna make so many mushrooms #and uhhhh #kill people #yikes 😬

[dismas-n-dismay]

Lightcannon and arcane tumblr rate my Zaun family interactions now

#lightcannon #vi arcane #jinx arcane #good silco #silco arcane #dad silco #vi and silco #jinx and vi #jinx and silco #zaun family #thats just gonna be the tag i use til i find a real one for them :sob: #I firmly believe jinx would call silco homophobic about stupid shit while she says incredibly homophobic shit on the regular accidentally #'kinda fucking gay you like kissing men and shit. pussy scare you or smth' she says while drinking a juice box on her trans father's desk + #at 9am with just boxers and a tank top on. #she's only accidentally homophobic because she has no fucking filter and doesn't rethink fucking anything #also aroace jinx but just because i think this should be canon

[angelltheninth]

Hello! I just love your arcane x reader works! Can you do arcane characters x gender neutral! reader who either died or got kidnapped during a mission?

Oh not making Reader dead nope, these characters have suffered enough they don't need a dead lover.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, injury, cuddles, nightmares, crying, rescue mission, reunion kisses

A/N: Well um... Jayce might... you know what no, Mel is gonna be fine!

First, know that you won't stay kidnapped for long. If it for some reason is days then be ready to be face to face with a very tired and very pissed off Jinx when she finally manages to track you down.

Who ever kidnapped you most likely won't survive to tell the tail and even if by some miracle they do they sure as hell won't ever look at the color blue the same way ever again. She might be tired as all fuck, on the verge of collapsing even but she won't rest until you're safe and sound in her arms back in her house.

"You're safe and sound now sugar. That must've been scary for ya. Don't worry, they won't hurt you again. Or anyone else for that matter. Oh, no don't look at them like that, ya shouldn't be sorry for them, they don't deserve your compassion."

By the time Vi finds you she's bruised up maybe even more then your kidnappers. She's fought her way through all of them, yelling and cursing every single one of them. She gathers you in her arms and carries you back home.

As much as she wants to be the one taking care of you she's also pretty beat so you take the role of caretaker instead. Her hands are red and covered in cruises from vicious punching, twitching when you kiss them gently. Shit, you got her feeling all mushy, she could cry, no she is crying, she feels very lucky to have you.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you sweet stuff, you're the one who got kidnapped. I know! How is it that I'm more banged up then you? You should have seen those sorry bastards, one actually cried for his mom. Did... did they make you cry? If they did I'm going back and kicking their asses all over again."

Caitlyn, as much as she wants to, doesn't rush in. She has a plan, one that assures that not one of those who wronged you escapes her sights and a fair trail. In which they will be put behind bars for kidnapping and extortion.

She takes care of most of them by herself, a little more rough around the edges then usual but still not missing a shot. She can't afford to. Can't help but cry when she cups your bruised face in her hands. She was scared, so damn scared that this was it. Right now only your kiss will make her feel relieved again.

"Darling, its me, its just me. Please, I know it hurts but... oh gods... please just let me hold you a little. I don't care that they're looking, I need this right now. Don't worry I've got a warm bath and even warmer hugs ready for you once we get back home."

Ekko arrives to rescue you with an entire team of Firelights at his back. He doesn't even bother hiding his face with the mask, he wants them to remember him, the look in his eyes and how it could have been the last thing they ever saw.

There's no way he can tear himself away from you once he's got you safe and sound in his arms. He doesn't leave your side while your injures are being treated or while you sleep. In fact he doesn't even sleep until you wake up and smile at him again the next morning, that's the point where he feels like he's done a good job.

"Firefly how do you feel? You took a bit of a hit to the head but the doctor said you should be okay now. Sorry, I got careless and let my guard down. I saw them coming but I... I wasn't fast enough. Its not okay! I could have gotten you killed. I would lay my life down for the cause, and that does double for laying down my life for you."

There isn't anything or anyone that can move around Zaun without Vander's knowledge. He thought he left his violent days behind him a long time ago, and for the most part he has but there's still that protective spark in him that can activate his violent side easily.

His fists may be covered in blood but his smile and eyes are as soft as ever when he looks at you. Soft kisses are pampered all over your forehead, the tiniest broken hiccup tearing from his mouth as he nuzzles you close to him and carries you back to the Last Drop to look you over.

"I should've taken care of that gang long ago. Then you wouldn't be in this situation darlin'. How do I feel? Not a scratch on me as you can see. You on the other hand... don't worry you still look pretty to me, bruises or not. I can kiss them better if you just stopped your squirming around."

Zaun is Silco's domain. If anyone is stupid enough to try and kidnap you in his own territory they won't stay hidden for long. And once he finds them, well, he's got plenty of uses for scum like that. Painful use.

As for you, you get nothing but his undivided attention until the last bruise on your body fades away. Sure he does need to be in his office and all that but you can be with him, you can get kisses whenever you want even get to cuddle with him on the couch.

"Are you comfortable over there darling? If you want I can get something better brought here. Shimmer? Well it would be faster but I'm not getting you hooked on this, you're much to precious to me to be some experiment. Your kidnappers on the other hand will serve their purpose."

They will have to eat through a straw for the rest of their lives if they even survive Sevika getting her hands on them. They should be so lucky to only get away with broken bones and nothing else with the way she was making her way through them.

Sevika is very careful when she's handling you, she'd never been so gentle with anyone. It's new, endearing even. You're pretty sure you hear her cursing beside you when she's got her arms wrapped around yours as you fall asleep, followed by a very long kiss on your head and a heavy, relived sigh.

"Sleep sweet thing, no one's gonna hurt you hear me? They can try but I'll kill them all, lucky if that's all I do. The only reason those idiots are still breathing is cause I didn't wanna get their blood all over your pretty face. If I see them again there's gonna be a lot to clean up."

Viktor doesn't think he can let you out of his sight ever again after you're back at his side. He only wishes he could have done more then waited for you to be retuned to him. At least you're safe that's all that should matter.

He should be the one looking after you but he's the one who ends up with nightmares that night. He's already lost sleep, he should be resting but when he thinks about you not being here anymore, it crushes him from the inside. All he wants, all he needs right now is to cuddle up next to you and listen to your heartbeat.

"Sorry I woke you up darling. I'm alright, don't worry. I'm not crying, just had a bit of a bad dream. Go back to sleep please, you need it. I'll be fine, as long as I've got you here by my side there's nothing I cannot handle."

Jayce holds you close to his chest while he carries you to the doctor. He's constantly kissing the back of your hand, his hammer leaning against the bedframe just in case any of the kidnappers got away and wanted to try their luck again.

There aren't many things that can make him scared like the thought of losing you. He tries to be logical most of the time, he feels like that's what he should be, but you make him act on his emotions, you make him want to scream and cry and tell you over and over how much he loves you and how he'll never let anything bad happen to you again.

"Hey, you're awake! Whoa babe, easy, don't try getting up right now, you need to rest, you've been through a lot today. Just say the word and I'll get you whatever you need. You always take care of me so let me be a good boyfriend and spoil you for a change and help you get better okay?"

Mel was almost ready to throw diplomacy out the damn window and turn both Piltover and Zaun on their heads to find you. But that would be going against everything the two of you are trying achieve. That said she doesn't show mercy to your kidnappers either, making sure they get put away for a long time, never seeing the light of day again.

After every meeting with the Council she rushes home to you, her mind stuck on you all day, unable to concentrate properly. This will be an issue for her until you recover but you being safe and getting healed up are... more important to her then impressing the Council.

"I made it home early for you darling, and I brought some more medicine. Would you like it now or after you eat? I see, very well then, just my company for now is it. I must say you've become a bit more spoiled recently. I don't mind one bit, as long as you're alright I'm happy to provide you anything you want."

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[archangeldyke-all]

Drunk sevika telling her gf that shes the love of her life and want to marry her,reader thinks that sevika will remember none of it but sevika actually remember everything the next morning.

this is so... so fucking cute i teared up a little

men and minors dni

sevika's not the most mushy gushy romantic person.

this isn't to say she's not a good girlfriend. she just shows you her affection in unique ways. where most people would buy you flowers before dates, sevika comes to pick you up with a special bottle of liquor or fancy cigars she's stolen from work.

and while she struggles to express her feelings-- especially the softer ones-- she never fails to show you how she feels. she's always making sure you've eaten, and whipping up snacks and meals for you when she learns you haven't. she refuses to let you walk home alone, and you're the only person in the world she lets tuck under her cloak with her on cool evenings.

you know she loves you. she's never said it, but she lets you say it to her. and each time, she blushes, looks away, then buries her face against your shoulder, pulling your body against hers. "i... you... you too, baby." she says each time.

tonight, though, sevika's showing you a whole new side of her.

apparently, work had gone well. real well. when you'd gotten to the last drop to pick her up, you'd found her surrounded by a group of silco's goons, all of them cheering and laughing and drinking.

the second her eyes meet yours, her smile grows double in size. she pushes her way through the crowds of people, jogging to get toward you, and when she finally reaches you, she picks you up and twirls you around in a circle. you squeal.

"sevika!" you laugh. she giggles against your shoulder then puts you down. "you're in a good mood to--" you're cut off when she smashes her lips against yours.

she finally pulls away a minute later, gasping and grinning at you. you're sufficiently flustered, your mind void of anything besides soaking in the sight of your drunk girlfriend in front of you.

"baby." sevika says through her smile. you grin at her, and she kisses your forehead. "'m gonna marry the shit outta you one day." she says.

you burst into surprised, flustered laughter. you know she's drunk-- blackout drunk, likely. she won't remember this in the morning, and she won't repeat this sober, but still... it makes something swirl in your stomach.

"why're y' laughin'? 'm not joking." she slurs. you blink rapidly, trying to clear your thoughts and find a response.

"how much have you had to drink?" you chuckle eventually. sevika's smile turns guilty, and you bite your lip to keep from cooing at how adorable she is.

"we got a lil carried away..." she admits, scratching the back of her neck. you snort and kiss her cheek.

"you're so cute." you giggle. sevika's blush deepens, and your smile grows. "fuck, i love you. c'mon let's get you home." you say, giggling and tugging her toward the main doors. except sevika doesn't come. she stays planted by the bar, and when you turn around to look at her, her eyes are already staring at you.

"'m dead serious." she says. you furrow your eyebrows at her and she scoffs, shaking her head. "y'r the love of m' fuckin' life, baby. 'm gonna make y' my wife."

butterflies burst in your stomach, and apparently, sevika can tell because she gives you a cocky smile and starts tugging you toward the doors.

"c'mon. 'm gonna rock y'r world when we get home." she mutters. you burst into laughter, stumbling after her to keep up with her pace.

"you're gonna knock out the second your head hits the pillow, babe." you say. she snorts and shakes her head.

"no fuckin' way." she denies.

she's asleep the second her ass hits the bed. you have to undress her unconscious body-- her heavy limbs impossible to navigate as you try to strip her of her pants and bra.

and despite the fact that she was sleeping like the dead when you were undressing her, when you crawl into bed beside her, she manages to wake up enough to roll over on top of you and press a kiss to your neck.

sevika sleeps until the afternoon, and you spend the morning cooking her a greasy breakfast and replaying last night over and over in your head, a goofy smile on your face the entire morning.

"what're you smilin' at?" sevika's gruff, just-woke-up, hungover voice asks. you grin and turn around to wrap her up in a hug.

"you. you're cute when you're drunk." you say simply, leaving out the details from last night that sevika would find embarrassing.

she just smiles at you sweetly. "really? i recall a lot of cursing last night when you were trying to get me undressed for bed." she chuckles. you huff a laugh.

"you were awake!?"

"i was tired."

"you couldn't have lifted your fucking legs for me?!" you screech. sevika cringes, then guiltily shrugs.

"i was really drunk..."

"wait." you cut in. "you remember that?" you ask.

sevika's cringe turns into a smile, and she reaches out to cup your face. "i remember all of it." she says. you gulp.

"oh." you say awkwardly. sevika's smile grows. "a-all of it?" you ask.

"you mean like, do i remember telling you i'm gonna marry you?" she asks. you bite your lip. "or when i said i love you?"

hearing it now, with sevika sober and still in her pajamas, her hair messy and her eyes bloodshot-- it's different. you let out a little squeak, and sevika's smile grows into a wolfish grin.

"sevika--" you don't really know what to say. she raises an eyebrow at you.

"yeah baby?"

"does that-- i mean, you don't have to but-- are you... what does that mean?" you stutter out. sevika chuckles, then swoops forward and kisses you. you melt against her.

"it means i love you." she whispers against your lips. "and i'm gonna make you my wife. real fuckin' soon, if things go my way."

you gulp, trying to keep tears from filling your eyes, and you slowly lean your head forward to knock your forehead against hers.

"is that okay?" she asks. you giggle and nod, your noses bumping.

"y-yeah." you stutter. sevika grins, kisses your cheek, then pulls away from you.

"did you make me bacon?" she asks, sniffing the air and wandering into the kitchen. you chuckle.

"and eggs and pancakes." you call after her.

"fuck, i love you. what's your ring size?"

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[obsessedduh]

need more jinx smut 🤞 what about what about Jinx catching f!reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand 😋 (consented!!)

ok anon!! i love these requests so much!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Jinx who currently was out doing busy with Silco at a late notice which leaves you on your own in her hideout, needing her more than ever.

your panties are soaking and as you imagine your blue-haired girlfriend fingers toying with your sensitive nub while making out with you or when she's fucking you senseless with her strap. you just really miss her but she was coming back in like an hour!

so when you when your lower half of clothes were thrown on the floor and your index and middle finger was nuzzled deep inside your cunt imagining it was your girlfriends fingers inside of them, you weren't surprised.

your eyes closed shut as you fingered yourself, for around five minutes now, you've grown frustrated, normally Jinx would make you cum within the five minutes but you were nowhere close! you whine in annoyance as you go faster, desperate for an orgasm, moans and whines slipping out of your lips.

until you were saved by your very own superhero, Jinx who came home early! she saw you and chuckled softly under her breath so you couldn't hear. she snuck up to you and...

"boo!"

you gasp, eyes shooting open and your fingers immediately pulling out of your cunt. you turn around to see your long-haired girlfriend who you were so happy to see right now.

"hiya sugar, i see you've missed me as much as i've missed you!"

you nod in response and she laughs and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"does that mean you want my fingers, darling?"

you nod and let out a string of yes's and pleases's, begging her to put those pretty fingers of hers deep inside your cunt. she gives you toothy grin and slips her hand in between your legs and slips two fingers in your pussy while using her thumb to do 8's on your clit.

you moan as you recieve the touch that's been neglecting you for an hour. you clench, her fingers curling into the sweet, spongy spot that feels so good. she chuckles and looks at your dazed out face, too zoned out from the pleasure to realise she's looking at you.

she connects her mouth with yours, kissing you sloppily and hungrily, muffled moans into the kiss and you feel your core tighten up and Jinx knew how close you were to orgasm from how tight your pussy was clenching around her fingers.

"you gonna cum, love?"

as soon as you let a weak yes. she thrusts her fingers and couple more times before you come undone on her fingers. she pulls out of your pussy and licks her fingers clean.

"mmm...taste so sweet, toots! wanna do it again?"

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[sivyera]

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

ft. vi, jinx, caitlyn, viktor, jayce, vander, silco, sevika, cassandra, ekko

WARNINGS: bad grammar, mentions of nsfw

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: -

A/N: I put different song to each character.

Jinx - teenage love

She wants to be with you all the time. She is blindly in love. And she loves spending time with you. She likes to show you new weapons she made or what she draw. One day she asked you if she can draw you. Now the picture is over your bed.

She likes movie nights. She build pillow bunkers and she made popcorn. Which is little burnt. She often made little handmade gifts for you. Little surprises like picnic or favourite food/drinks. Being biggest cheerleader for each other.

You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Sevika - rough love

Overprotective. Hickeys all over you. Teasing each other. When she's at bar and she sees you she always give you a small smile or smirk. After that she pull you into her lap. Passionate and dominant kisses. Seldom happens that you two can lay in bed and cuddle all day.

But when that day comes, you both are happier than ever. Most of you cuddle sessions becomes make out sessions. She likes when you lay on her chest or when you lay your head on her lap, so she can watch your cute face. She thinks you're a cutie, even though she seems tough she have her soft side. But that side is just for you.

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin

Silco - enemies to lovers

God how much he hated you at the first time. You were a shimmer dealer which makes you very important. Silco though that he's gonna send Sevika to kill you but than he realized that would be wrong. He had two reasons why he didn't kill you. First - he don't know how to make that good shimmer as you ( Singed's shimmer was nothing compared to yours). Second he start catching feelings.

After a while he decided to get to know more about you. That was the best thing he did in his life. When you two started dating you become the most powerful couple in Zaun. No one dare to even look the same way as you. Because they know, Silco would kill them if they did.

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Vi - soulmates

Protective as well. Know everything about each other. Workouts together. You two just meant to be. Hugs from behind while kissing your neck. Cuddles are very important in this relationship because Vi is touch starved. Having sex on public toilets.

She will tattoo your name on her arm. She will let you paint her nails. Also what she appreciates is that you care about her. You bandage her wounds, make her food, give her bed where she can sleep with you ofc, make her feel love. Her favourite part of the day is morning. She wakes up before you and just hold you close in her arms, kissing your face and admiring you.

All I Wanted - Paramore

Ekko - any universe love

Helping each other with everything. He would never let anything happened to you in any way. Jealous af. He hates when he sees older mens/womans who is trying to flirt with you. And he always gonna remind them that you are taken. Lots of PDA.

Watching horror or action movies together. Cooking together. His favourite activity with you is dancing around the kitchen. He loves when you braid his hair. Race on hoverboards. It's always 50/50. Both of you are very fast so it's always exciting who will win.

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Caitlyn - best friend to lovers

You and Cait were childhood friends. And Caitlyn always had a big fat crush on you. You were pure perfection in her eyes. But she was shy and nervous if you feel the same way. She was always scared if you're into womans. But her feelings were that strong that she couldn't hold them anymore.

When you two started dating she couldn't believe it. She knows how lucky she is to have you, so she want to make you feel special. She spoils you a lot. Solving problems together. Always have each others back. Shower together. Supporting each other all the time. Doing skin care routine together. You make her smile every.single.day.

girls - girl in red

Viktor - ancient love

Taking care of him. Listening him mumbling about hextech. Help him with hextech. Even if you don't know much about it, your presence is enough for him. Common baths, which he loves the most. Rescue him that he is enough for you and that you don't want anyone else.

When you play with his hair he immediately relax. He believe you're a witch or something because you have magic touch. Bringing him lunch in his laboratory. Holding your hand 24/7. He loves when you kiss his forehead. He loves you so so much.

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Jayce - rich love

He makes you feel like a princess. Buys you everything that catches your eyes. Kissing your cheeks. Having sex at Grand Council Chamber (i'm sorry i forgot how they call it). He loves laying on your chest and he doesn't care if you have small or big tits. For him they're perfect. You are perfect for him.

Cinderella and prince Charming couple. Trying cook together. Give him massages to relax after tough day. Helping him with hextech as well. Reading him your favourite books.

Electric Love - BØRNS

Cassandra Kiramman - secret love

She knows that she is a married woman but she can't help herself. You are perfect and she wants to remind that to you every single day. When she's in public and she can't speak to you she inconspicuously give you little note. - I love you Y/N ♡ - Meet me at the toilets in 10♡ - You look beautiful today ♡ These kind of notes.

She always make sure that she have some time for you. She never cuddle in her time so when you come with that idea of cuddling she was little nervous. But when you snuggled into her neck and start giving her soft kisses on her neck. She melt under you. She is a dominant woman so she is a big spoon. But when she's angry on someone, kiss her forehead and play with her hair. It always calm her down.

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Vander - old love

He writes you love letters. And he brings you flowers everyday. Helping him cleaning at bar and take care of his kids. He likes reading you books while he's playing with your hair. Loves to hold you on his chest. Dancing on old songs together with Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor. Cooking together.

He will protect you no matter what. Teaching you how to protect yourself if you don't know how. Kissing you forehead, hand and head. Bone breaking hugs. Lots of jokes and warm smiles. You are his trophy so he shows you off a lot. Silco is jealous that Vander have such a beautiful woman as you.

Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I hope you like it guys! ♡

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[azurlily]

Day 6 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. This yandere is extremely creepy in the sense that it's sort of non-con, but not at all at the same time. I also think Sevika is naturally a very intense almost yandere, so this isn't like the others. You'll see.

Also a reminder to everyone this is the last month you can request a specific type of reader for free. After this month it becomes commission work. Ask any questions in either DM or on my asks/requests.

Sevika gets pissed when you go out on a mission with Jinx. She teaches you how to obey orders.

Yandere!Sevika SMUT

There are many dumb things that you can do in your lifetime. Stealing from someone important, lying about your job details, and worst of all pissing Sevika.

How did this even happen? Well you and Jimx have been getting more buddy buddy. So...why not go up to Piltover with her?

You told Sevika about your plans, she insisted you stay home. You told her it wasn't a big deal, and that it'd be good for you and Jinx to get along.

"No, and that's final. Your aren't going anywhere princess, so don't even try. Besides, you're in better condition, and our relationship has been doing better. Let's not ruin it."

Sevika and you had been fighting these past couple months. She wouldn't apologize for taking you from your house suddenly. She said it was just because she wanted fo see you. It took about 2 weeks for her to apologize and when she did, it wasn't very conventional. For her at least.

"Yes- flowers. They're yours, I-uh. I apologize."

That's all she told you before forcing you into a hug. Sevika only apologizes once in a blue moon. The apology ended in sex, of course.

Anyway, she gave you a bad vibe when she looked at you like that. Sevika for the life of herself would never hurt you, but she would intimidate. Sevika loving you basically secures you safety.

You fought with her saying that Jinx isn't a child and that neither are you. You both can do what you want. She rolled her eyes and slapped you ass.

"Mhm, you ain't a kid, but you act as stupid as one. Now, no going with her, I'm serious."

You asked her why and she kissed you on your forehead and left. You didn't get an answer and now you were frustrated. So, of course, knowing it'll blow up in your face later.

You and Jinx were almost caught. You got grazed by multiple bullets, and were in a good bit of pain. You were in a lot of pain, and Jinx felt like an ass for taking you with her.

When you two got back Jinx was teln by Silco for a "short" lecture. You laid on the bed Sevika and you share when you come over.(or when she abducts you) She came in about an hour later, she'd thought she was getting a small moment of peace.

"Oh- you're back. Listen about earlier with the whole Jinx thing. I'm not gonna say it, but I'll take you out- HOLY SHIT!"

She stood there for a second, trying to figure out- what the hell happened? It took her a minute and then it hits her. You fucking idiot.

Sevika thinks about how badly you're hurt, obviously there had to be more than one person. This was more than likely a surprise attack, which was cowardly and not something she was all into.

She imagined for a second the blood she's going to have on her hands later. It's going to be a lot, she intends to bathe in it. How dare some Piltover scum hurt you!?

She doesn't say anything and stares at you for a moment. She turn around and leave the room, only to come back with bandages.

Sevika gives you a cold stare and forces you up. She knows it hurts, as it should. She's pissed, and you dealing with the pain is her way of saying fuck you without opening her mouth. She refused to talk while fixing you up, she knows if the did the only words she'll be saying are: who and why?

She watches you wince and whimper, she sees you eyes glaze over in tears and watches as you shake in pain.

"It hurts, dont it? Well good. Now you know why I didn't want you going out with Jinx, she's a damned trouble maker."

Sevika was finally able to say something without straight up yelling. She watches your reactions, sees the fear, anger, embarrassment, and finally you start to cry.

She watches you cry for a good second, she moves you robotic arm up and pats your head. Then she grabs your hair and tilts your head up roughly.

"I try, I really do, but you seem really intent on pissing me off. So, this behavior needs to be punished. I'm giving you the choice on the punishment, it's easier for me. You have two choices, overstimulation or edging."

You groan as her mechanical hand squeezes your hair. Sevika is enjoying this, and evidently so are you. You choose overstimulation, it's better than being denied. At least you get what you want, even if you get too much of it.

Sevika stands up, putting the bandages down and looking at you with a glare. You know the drill, and in situations like these it's best not to brat off. You begin to undress, keeping your underwear and bra on. Sevika likes to take those two peices of clothing off specifically.

You watch her flex her mechanical arm, giving you a disgustingly smug smile.

"Lay back."

You lay back, putting your arms over your eyes. You feel cool metal run up and down your thighs. A second, warm hand unclasps your bra from me front/back. She didn't need to see her to see the smug look. She knows just how to handle you.

"Hands up, I want you to watch."

You do as Sevika commands and move your arms above your hands. She warns if you try to stop her she will tie you up. Her mechanical hand slowly rubs your thighs, she grips it roughly. Deep red marks starting to form. You look at her, tears in your eyes.

"Nuh uh, I don't wanna see them tears. You have brought this upon yourself, so lay back and- safeword. If...you need to."

Sevika pulls your thighs apart, opening them widely. Her warmer hand moved from groping me to rubbing on my thighs. She lowers her head, pressing it against my thigh. She hums quietly, you can feel the vibrations, shaking slightly you look down at her.

Her eyes are a beautiful, silvery grey, you couldn't stop staring. She notices and gives you thighs a tight squeeze, the smirk never once fading.

"My, my, my, you're shaking. I wonder, are you as exited down there too? Well? Are you slut?"

Sevika doesn't hold back on the insults, maybe the praise, but she loves to degrade you. Sevika runs her mechanical finger up and down your panties, the wetness and slicks becoming more apparent.

She growls, oh god. Sevika, no longer being able to take it, practically tears your panties off. She originally intended to come home and take you out, then she'd probably end up fucking your brains out in some alleyway in Piltover. She's been pent up all day thinking about it. Now she can fully relax, and take good action on you.

Sevika moves her head until her face is just hover over your pussy. You groan and whimper when she doesn't start. You didn't agree to be teased, dammit! That's why you chose this option!

"Oh hush. You'll get what you want, princess."

God that nickname turns you on, plus feeling her hot breath against you only makes things worse. You grind you hips up trying, hoping, to get some sort of friction. When Sevika slaps you thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. You know to stop, for not at least.

Finally Sevika herself is tired of waiting too, she presses her tounge into you. The way you squirm, feeling her hot, long tounge tear you open. It does something to her, in a way you will never understand.

She grabs both of your thighs, pulling you so you're hips are right on her face. You wrap your legs around her head, squeezing harshly as she eats you out. Sevika goes from small licks, to sucking on your clit, to pushing her tounge inside you. She does everything she can to hear you scream, and scream you do.

How can you not? This woman is skilled with her tounge in every way, she knows just how to tease you, and just how to make you cum in minutes. That's exactly what she's aiming for now, she wants to see your freshly fucked face, as soon as possible.

Sevika doesn't pull back when you begin rocking your hips, on the contrary. She tries pulling you closer, although you can't really get any closer. As you're stomach begins to tighten and your breathing begins to quicken. You both know what's coming, you, to be more specific.

As you feel piping hot bliss rush over you, you shake and spasm. Sevika doesn't let up though. No, in fact she continues as your orgasm begins to slowly die down. That's when the fun really starts.

Sevika can feel you fighting, slapping, pushing hitting. She said not to use your hands, but she knows you cant help it. You're a dumb slut, and sluts don't know how to think. Especially not you.

You start grabbing and pulling on Sevikas hair, you knew this was the outcome. Didn't stop you from acting like you were innocent. Doesn't matter anyway, the more you push, and pull, and bite. The more fun Sevika is having. You can practically feel her grinning.

You scream and cry, feeling yourself build up once more. Your hips spasming uncontrollably, your entire body was shaking. You knew it was only a matter of time before you came for the second time. After that she'd keep going until you passed out.

You really are stupid, but that's okay. Sevika always cleans up your messes, and after she finishes up with you. She's heading to Piltover to rip some heads off, she might even bring you a souvenir.

#wlw #lesbian #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika #yandere #yandere sevika #yandere sevika x reader #yandere month challenge

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Mel x Silco - Something Blue AU - A Drabble Thing

Based on this ask by anonymous <3

Part of an AU meta of the Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO universe.

"You are my daughter! Your future, and your legacy, are mine to protect."

"Is that why you cast me out? Protection?" Mel lifts the blue-tipped brush. The bristles sigh across the canvas. With methodic strokes, she begins to paint. "Or was it because I stood in the way of your ambitions?"

"What I did, I did to keep you safe!"

cw: sex, angst, dysfunctional relationships, abandonment issues

Based on this ask on Tumblr:

In the married AU, how would Mel and Silco reveal their relationship to the public and possibly their inner circles (the biggest of elephant in the room being Ambessa). Perhaps a discreet kiss at a public event or just say yep we're an item.

At the outset, Silco and Mel in the FnF-verse absolutely opted for secrecy during their, er, courtship. Given their alliance is literally struck due to backroom deals and intercity espionage, they keep their meetings discreet and their trysts tightly under wraps, in the guise of visiting each others' cities in the interests of diplomatic galas, festivals, and trade expos.

In these neutral settings, they are the most likely to interact and thus their illicit dealings can be easily masked.

By the time their closeness transitions from alliance to affair, they've actually hit a conundrum. Silco, a born provocateur, delights in stirring the pot to get the upper hand. Meanwhile, Mel, having been trained from childhood to be a savvy statesperson, is more restrained, particularly with a subject as controversial as her private affairs. And yet their reactions are paradoxical: while she wants to maintain her privacy, she enjoys seeing him lose control; while he enjoys the thrill of their secret trysts, he'd also relish the look on the Council's faces once they realize his fingerprints are all over the Crown Jewel of Topside.

And yet, when they finally formalize their agreement, the dichotomy culminates in remarkably different reactions.

Silco, who's always had a subversive flair for dramatics, suddenly loses all his trademark chutzpah. His first instinct is to keep the announcement under strict lock and key, a reaction Mel finds absolutely baffling. Bashfulness, now? Here is a man who's always in control of every narrative, and who is finally in a position to dictate the terms of his relationship.

And yet...

Even among his close circle, he's cagey and close-mouthed. He shares the bare bones with Sevika (to her glowering displeasure). She is not happy with how his fraternization has rapidly crossed the line from business to home. She is also, in her foresight, not the least bit surprised. She warns him bluntly about the future political repercussions, and their impact on Zaun.

Jinx, meanwhile, has already put two and two together. Her reaction is as expected:

Boom.

"No! No no no!"

They square off in his office, where she's burst in, a fitful cannonball. Silco is sitting at his desk, his expression deliberately neutral. Jinx's face is contorted, her blue hair an alarum of distress. Her cheeks are streaked with tears.

"Jinx," Silco begins reasonably. "Please listen..."

"You're leaving me! Just like Vi!"

"I'm not leaving you. I would never—"

"No, no, NO! You're leaving because I'm a monster and I ruin everything and everyone hates me!"

"Jinx, please."

"I knew it." She grabs fistfuls of her own hair. "I knew I wasn't worth saving, or keeping, or—"

"Stop that." Rising, he rounds the desk to encompass her in his arms. "Don't you dare speak that way again."

Jinx wrenches herself loose. "Why should I listen to you? You're a liar! You're gonna marry that Piltie and leave me behind, and I'll have nobody, nothing, ever again, just like before." She's sobbing openly, her voice ragged with rage. "Just like always."

"I am not lying, Jinx." Silco's voice is strained. His is trying hard to hold it together. "I will marry, yes. But you have my word: I will not abandon you."

She laughs wildly. "You already have!"

"Jinx—"

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't do this. You wouldn't leave me all alone, again, with nothing!"

"Jinx, please. Listen to me."

"No! I won't sit by and be left with nothing! I won't! I won't!"

"My lovely—"

"No! Don't touch me!"

She bolts, a blue comet shooting up the rafters. Silco is left, hands dangling, alone.

For the next few weeks, Jinx will remain sequestered in her workshop, either in a manic burst of tinkering, or staring vacantly at the wall. Silco will try to coax her to talk to him. But she'll either ignore him or scream at him to go away. He'll have no choice but to give her space, and hope the bombshell doesn't destroy their bond. In the meantime, he'll try to keep his meetings with Mel discreet, for the sake of easing Jinx's mind. And salving her hurts.

Eventually, she will thaw.

Eventually.

Mel, on her part, is disappointed, but understanding of Silco's need to proceed at a cautious pace. She's seen his girl in the flesh, and can empathize with her fragility. She'll encourage him to do what he can to repair his relationship. But she will also gently remind him of the precariousness of their alliance, and how they must secure the groundwork they've laid. Publicly formalizing their union will do just that. In time, the shock of it will settle, and their families will have no choice but to accept it, no matter the fallout.

As for Mel's family?

She has already informed Ambessa. And, she's done so with a brazen aplomb.  Despite being groomed to be discretion itself, she has absolutely no qualms about her affair becoming public knowledge. She's been banished by her clan; in the eyes of her compatriots, she is nothing. Therefore she has nothing left to lose. 

Finally free of the chains of her own making, Mel is now ready to stake her claim, and no one else's. She'll take Silco out on the town and proudly declare herself his, even though the news will be met with shock, and its downside, snobbery. The Council will be livid; the public will be baffled; the press will go wild.

And Mel will just smile.

Ambessa, predictably, is apoplectic. Mel, whatever their differences, was always destined for greatness. How dare she throw it all away on a street-rat from the Lanes?

She'll confront Mel at her apartments.

"I don't believe it. Of all the men at your disposal, you'd pick a wretched, half-rancid thing?"

Mel, her back to Ambessa, slowly mixes her paint: a deep, iridescent blue. Her bare canvas sits on the easel.  A possibility, beckoning.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" Ambessa goes on. "Some last-ditch rebellion? To spit in my face, and that of our entire house?"

"I stopped belonging to our house the moment you banished me."

"I sent you here to carry on the torch! To solidify our foothold on Piltover's shores!"

"Perhaps my idea of a torch differs from yours."

Ambessa's hands ball into fists: ferocious, and yet imploring.

"Don't be a fool, Mel. Idealism blinds the brightest minds. And that man? He only has his eye on the prize—and your heart on a platter."

"My heart, Mother, is made up. As is my mind." Mel, her wrist steady, dips her brush. "Neither are for you to judge."

"You are my daughter! Your future, and your legacy, are mine to protect."

"Is that why you cast me out? Protection?" Mel lifts the blue-tipped brush. The bristles sigh across the canvas. With methodic strokes, she begins to paint. "Or was it because I stood in the way of your ambitions?"

"What I did, I did to keep you safe!"

"Safe?" Mel echoes. The paint spreads, a cobalt teardrop. "You sent me here, alone, without the slightest consideration of how I might navigate an unknown city. You left me to fend for myself. Practically left me for dead."

"Mel—"

"I've made a home for myself. Here. In Piltover. I've built a life, on my own terms. And I am no longer beholden to you, or your schemes. So no, Mother. You will not interfere. And you will not come within five hundred yards of my future husband."

"That snake will never give you what you deserve!"

"What, wealth? Prestige? Respect? I have all that."

"Until he drains it dry—and takes your city for himself."

Mel lets off a mirthless laugh. "Oh, Mother. As if that wasn't your goal all along."

"Mel—"

"You'll not threaten him. Nor our future."

"And if I do?"

Mel stops mid-stroke. Turning, she faces her mother full-on, and there is fire in her eyes.

"Do that," she says softly, "and see what it will cost you. See what it already has." She gestures, all the paintings lining the walls. No scenes of Noxus. No memories of home. Only a thousand different vistas, of a foreign shore. A foreign shore that she will not forsake.  "All this time, you've never known me. And now, you pay the price. So go on and call me a fool. Go on and pretend you're the better strategist. But the truth is, our cities are safest when Silco and I work together. Because then we are better equipped to defend ourselves against people like you."

Ambessa's scowl is a blackened storm. She stands, arms folded. "So that's how it is, then."

"Yes."

"It'll come to no good. Mark my words. Your little romance is doomed."

Mel turns away. "We'll see."

"It's a waste." Ambessa turns on her own heel. "A waste and a mistake." Then, a parting shot: "If you'd been half as ruthless as you were cunning, you'd still be standing at my side."

Mel's fingers falter, a fraction. Her spine stays ramrod straight.

"Perhaps," she says, "your side is where the mistake lies."

Ambessa's footsteps echo, fading. Then door slams shut, and Mel is alone. Her paintbrush, poised. It trembles, barely.

Then the teardrop falls, and blooms.

Blue as the sky.

A possibility, unfolding.

In the following weeks, Silco and Mel's plans gain traction. Having shared the news with their close circle, they begin to lay the groundwork for breaking the story to the broader public. Silco is a savvy businessman; Mel, a shrewd politician. Their collaboration is a well-oiled machine. Instead of subjecting themselves to the arduous process of navigating the media storm, they'll let a third party do the legwork. An independent media outlet will build up to the reveal, starting with small, local publications. As the story gains momentum, they'll transition to more prominent outlets and heavy-hitting powerbrokers.

The idea is to slowly begin seeding their relationship into the public consciousness. Two cities arm-in-arm. Two leaders, intimately aligned.

The narrative is the hook; the angle is the bait. And the truth, a bottle waiting to be uncorked.

A bold blend, filling everyone's cup with the scintillating spoils of their union.

By the solstice, the announcement hits the newsreel. The two cities are aflame with shock and a healthy dose of scandal. From the conservative quarters, there is a barrage of criticism and downright hostility. In Piltover's upper echelons, the objections are rooted in classism, with some claiming Mel's union with a Trencher will only degrade her standing, setting a dangerous precedent for future 'downscaling' of the elite, and their social stature.

In Zaun, meanwhile, there are rumblings of discord, particularly from the chem-barons. Many question whether Mel, a Topsider and a Councilor, will throw a wrench in the black market's spokes. There is also an undercurrent of anti-Piltie sentiment, which some leverage to cast aspersions on Silco's leadership. How can a man who's built up his brand on defying Topside now choose to cavort with one of the ruling elite?

And then there are those who question whether this is a ploy. Is the Council using a honeypot tactic to infiltrate and sabotage the Fissures' economy? Has Zaun's Chancellor been taken in by a pretty face and a clever tongue? 

Conversely, Zaunites speculate that Mel is merely a stand-in, and that the real love affair is between Silco and the city of Piltover itself. Is his heart really set on the woman, or on the power she represents? The access she grants him to Piltover's wealth, and the influence she has in the city's halls? Is the Eye of Zaun staging a coup to overthrow Piltover, and seize control?

Mel and Silco's betrothal has opened a Pandora's Box. With every question comes a thousand more.

But they know what they're doing. The seeds have been planted. And their narrative is taking root.

Soon, their respective cities are a frenzy of whispers, rumors, and outright slander. Their names are on the tips of everyone's tongues, from the Black Lanes to Bluewind Court.

The press is ravenous, and the public is starved.

Behind closed doors, each respective city's bureaucracy and security agencies begin to dig deeper into the other. They scrutinize Mel and Silco's histories, searching for a chink in the armor. They scour their dealings for the faintest whiff of a trail, for the slightest sign of betrayal.

And yet, as the days turn to weeks, nothing seems amiss.

No backdoor deals. No subterfuge. No secret threats.

Mel and Silco appear to be two trailblazers, united by a common vision. They've been allies for years. They have a solid working relationship, and the fruits of their combined efforts are starting to manifest. Their joint-venture has generated an unprecedented surge in trade and tourism between Piltover and Zaun, as well as a slew of new scientific innovations.

With each passing day, the news cycles begin to shift. The stories change. So do the angles. The whispers have become questions. Questions, answers.

The doubts start to melt into admiration.

Among the younger generation, a sense of glamorous taboo emerges. For the Topsiders, the Eye is a folk myth, an urban legend, a veritable bad boy. Now, his mystique is amplified tenfold, and his relationship with Mel only serves to fan the flames. On her part, Mel becomes an overnight sensation, a risktaker who's not afraid to break the mold, and whose charm has captured the imagination of a dangerous outlaw.

To the Fissure-dwellers, the interest holds a different flavor: speculation, scandal and self-congratulatory schadenfreude. Zaun, after all, was once a backwater slum. Now, their star is on the rise. Their Chancellor—a black-hearted scoundrel through and through—has bagged the Crown Jewel of Topside. What was once unobtainable is now theirs for the taking. Their victory over the Pilties is twofold: their haughtiest is now Zaun's hausfrau. They've managed to seduce, and subjugate, the Council's most formidable.

Marriage, eh? Who knew that the old ball and chain would prove so positive?

Now that the barometer of public adulation has spiked, Silco and Mel deploy a different approach. Rather than keeping their distance, they begin to take calculated risks: public outings, shared dinners, even a gala or two. Their appearances are met with a fervor bordering on hysteria. The press is abuzz. Everywhere they go, they are greeted with the dazzle of cameras and avid calls.

This is, after all, a historic first.

"Silco, Silco! What do you have to say about the rumors that Mel's engagement ring is from the Fissure mines? The same ones where you worked as a child?"

"Mel, Mel! How do you respond to the critics who say your engagement is an act of nepotism, and that it violates the principles of democracy?"

"Chancellor! Is it true that you're secretly building a palace underneath the canals, and that it will be a wedding present for Mel?"

"Councilor! Are you planning on changing your last name as a Medarda? If so, what will it be?"

Mel and Silco answer the barrage with enigmatic smiles, and an equally opaque, "No comment."

Except the wall of reticence won't stave off the tide forever. The pressure is mounting. Emotions are boiling.

It's time to launch Phase Three.

By the solstice, Silco and Mel agree to do a joint interview. This way, they can put the most outlandish rumors to bed, while satiating the public's appetite for their personal lives. The interview is to be conducted in neutral territory, outside Piltover's and beyond Zaun's borders, to avoid accusations of journalistic bias. A balcony in a small seaside town in Tereshni serves as their backdrop, and the interview is a two-part special, aired live on prominent radio stations.

Mel and Silco have agreed on their talking points. They've also laid ground rules: no questions about their sex life, their finances, or their families. The interview is about their partnership, their cities, and their plans for the future. They are there to dispel the rumors, not perpetuate them.

The sit-down is a sensation. Millions tune in to listen to their story, and to marvel at the fairytale of it all. For many, it's as if the couple are speaking directly to them. The audience is starved for content, and the airwaves throb with excitement. Some are captivated by the way the couple engage each other: the chemistry is undeniable, and Silco's sardonic, acerbic wit is perfectly complemented by Mel's elegant, cutting humor. Their affair has a certain dark-and-light aesthetic: shadow and sun.

The questions and answers fly fast. The duo are a masterclass of media savvy. They detail the timeline of their relationship: their first meeting, their alliance, and its transition from diplomatic to intimate. They discuss their respective roles as heads of their respective cities, and how they will each be transitioning to more ceremonial titles to avoid a conflict of interest. Silco will remain the Chancellor, while Mel will become an 'honorary' member of the Council. They'll have less to do with the bureaucracy, and more to do with public affairs and their philanthropic endeavors.

They are, essentially, becoming statespeople. Their primary goal is to ensure a seamless, amicable transfer of power, from their current governments to their respective successors. Silco will groom Sevika; Mel, Jayce. This way, the transition is guaranteed. It is, as they say, a win-win for all parties.

As for their plans?

A wedding, for starters. In a year's time, they will tie the knot.

After that?

Well. Who knows. The future, as they say, is up in the air.

Any children?

That is where the interview stalls. Family is a no-go subject. Now the interviewer is pushing boundaries. Attempting to address the elephant in the room:

Jinx.

"You are aware, Councilor Medarda, that your fiancé has an adopted daughter. A rather volatile one. Correct?"

The mood changes in the venue. Silco's expression is darkly-inscrutable. Mel's is a mask of pleasant ice.

"I am aware, yes," she says.

"And do you plan to accept her into the fold?"

"The fold?"

"As your step-daughter. As a potential Medarda."

Silco's expression is granite. Mel's, steel. He opens his mouth to impart a succinct response. Mel lays a hand on his arm. Then, with a serene smile, she says:

"I do. If she'll have me."

Silco narrowly hides his shock. There's a silence. Then, a susurrus of whispers, as the crew react to the news.

The interviewer blinks.

"Do you mean that, Councilor Medarda?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Jinx is not a child, but one of Zaun's most innovative minds. One that has been linked to multiple attacks, and countless counts of homicide.  To say nothing of her role in Zaun's independence." The interviewer is careful not to be confrontational. "Many still consider her a terrorist. And yet you would take her into your family, as a future Medarda?"

"One's past needn't define one's future. Especially one so young, and full of promise."

"But aren't you concerned? About your safety? About the safety of your city?"

"My city is her home. As hers, I hope, will be mine." Mel holds the interviewer's shocked stare. "The Chancellor's and my union is meant to herald a new age of cooperation. I see no reason why it should be confined to the political arena. As far as I'm concerned, we are family."

Silence.

Then, a flurry of flashbulbs, as the camera shutters whirr. Mel's smile is sweetness itself. But her gaze is steady.

Silco, meanwhile, is eyeing her with hooded eyes.

The interviewer is floored, but scrambles to move the conversation forward.

"Thank you, Councilor Medarda. Your statement is... intriguing."

"I expect we'll be hearing much more about it," Mel says, and shoots her fiancé a glance.

Silco gives a single nod.

"Indeed."

"Then, before we end, is there anything you'd like to add, Chancellor?"

Silco is silent for a moment. Finally:

"Yes. You asked me at the outset, why I agreed to this union. At the time, I said the reason was obvious. Now, given Councilor Medarda's answer, I'd like to make an amendment."

He turns to Mel.

"Councilor Medarda and I made a choice to enter into this union. It was not the most prudent course of action. But it was the right one. It was not borne of convenience, or obligation. It was not based on any form of calculation, or expectation. It was founded upon one simple premise: two cities, one family. And, perhaps, a chance at something more. I know this won't be the last criticism. I'm aware of the risks involved. And yet, as of now, I'm certain of only one thing."

He takes Mel's hand.

"There can be no progress without sacrifice. No victory without adversity. But most importantly, no family without trust. So if we are to build a bridge between our cities, it must start from within.  Ours will be our family. Our foundation. And Jinx...will be its heart."

He smiles a crooked little smile.

"And anyone who takes issue...had best watch their step."

His tone is mild. His meaning is not.

The interview ends on a high note.

Hours later, hot off the press, the cities are abuzz. The story dominates the newsreel for the next several days. In Piltover, everything is dissected ad nauseum: from the Council's official stance on the union, to the general consensus on whether the Medardas are abetting a terrorist, to discourse around historic reparations. In Zaun, meanwhile, the conversation is more nuanced. Some are ecstatic, believing Medarda's acceptance is proof that Zaunites are finally gaining social clout. Others are wary, wondering what the lineage of known conquest will bode for a city that prides itself on working-class roots.

The only certainty: the union is now, irrevocably, a fact.

Jinx, meanwhile, stays holed up in her workshop.

She'd flung her radio against the wall because she couldn't bear the newsreel: Zaun Chancellor (that lying snake), and Councilor Medarda (that gilded bitchqueen) have been spotted at the opera-gallery-theater-exhibition-club-restaurant, and were they holding hands, or kissing, or dancing? What does this mean for Zaun’s future? Is Topside being sold off to the Undercity? Is Piltover getting the keys back to the Fissures? Or is it a trick, a ruse,  a scam, a lie, a betrayal, a—

From her shoddily-assembled radio:

"I expect we'll be hearing much more about it," the dulcet female voice says.

"Indeed," replies the low sardonic rumble.

Jinx, in a blind fit of fury, nearly blasts the damn radio to shreds.

But the broadcast continues, and Jinx falls still. Her ears are like little gravity-wells, and the voices are a pair of comets: hurtling straight for the core.

"You asked me at the outset, why I agreed to this union. At the time, I said the reason was obvious. Now, given Councilor Medarda's answer, I'd like to make an amendment."

She creeps closer. Despite herself, she leans into the crackling speaker.

"Councilor Medarda and I made a choice to enter into this union. It was not the most prudent course of action..."

Got that right, buster.

"But it was the right one."

Suuuure.

"It was not borne of convenience, or obligation."

What a crock.

"It was not based on any form of calculation, or expectation."

This man is a pathological liar.

"It was founded upon one simple premise: two cities, one family. And, perhaps, a chance at something more. I know this won't be the last criticism..."

Jinx rolls her eyes. The rest is a blur. The spiel, the spin, the sales pitch. It's a load of horse manure packaged smartly into soundbites. Silco's expertise is selling stories, and he's good at it. He knows how to make a sucker look like a genius.

Too bad it won't work on her. She's his daughter, after all. She knows the game for what it is. She's heard enough, she's seen enough, and she'll hear and see no more. It's a trap, and she refuses to fall into it. She'll have nothing to do with him, or his Topside trophy wife, and she'll certainly have nothing to do with—

"Ours will be our family. Our foundation. And Jinx...will be its heart."

Jinx stops. Transfixed. The radio is crackling in her lap. Her fingers are locked around the dial. But her mind has gone blank.

Jinx.

Jinx.

Jinx.

Her name is a throbbing echo. A hammer striking a chord. A lifeforce.

"And anyone who takes issue...had best watch their step."

Jinx stares down at her radio. It's an ungodly piece of junk. One of the antennae is bent and the dial is loose. The batteries are corroded, the knob is a tangle of exposed wire, and the paint is peeling. The damn thing should have been thrown out a long time ago.

Except Jinx can't bring herself to let go.

Not when it's her only connection to Silco.

His face has gone blurry over the past weeks. She can't recall with exactitude the shape of his mouth or the seams of his scars. Sometimes, the memories feel like a dream: the way he'd stroke her hair and hum her a lullaby; the way his hands would enfold hers when she struggled to aim the rifle, or steady the drill; the way he'd sit at her bedside, reading a storybook, when she was scared or feverish. Those memories are a salve, soothing the hurt.

Then the fever breaks and it returns. The guilt. The anger. The hurt.

He's found someone else.

He doesn't love me anymore.

I'm not worth saving, or keeping, or—

Jinx's thoughts are a vortex. But Silco's voice is a hook. It drags her back. Back to the moment she saw him in the rainfall, the flames eating closer and closer, Vi gone and Vander fallen. She'd been sobbing, begging, absolutely alone, and he'd stood there. His face was a Jack-o-lantern: glowing eye and jagged teeth and a knife tucked behind his sleeve.

And Jinx had wondered, in a delirious haze: Is this how I die?

And the answer had come.

Not from her. From him.

"It's okay."

His arms enfolding her, a shield against the rain. His breath, soft and smoky in her ear. The shape of his palm, gentle against her spine. The smell of cigarettes and gunmetal and blood in the weave of his coat. His heartbeat, a counterpoint to hers. The words he'd said. The realest thing in the world.

"We'll show them."

"You're safe."

"You're home."

And, cradled in his embrace, Jinx had closed her eyes and believed.

Now, with her head in her hands, Jinx lets out a shuddering breath. Then another. Then another. Until she's no longer trembling. Until the tears have stopped.

Until her choice is made.

She's had enough.

Enough of hiding, and running, and losing. Enough of the pain and the nightmares and the ghosts. Enough of feeling alone, and scared, and forgotten. Enough of the grief and the fear and the hate.

She wants it gone.

And she knows how to get it done.

****

Dear Jinx—

If I may be so bold as to call you that,

I know we've had our share of misunderstandings. Truthfully, I cannot blame you. I understand you were hurt in the past. And I understand your suspicion, as I'm sure it has been warranted. Like your father, you have a reputation for a long memory. And yet I also know your father is a man of his word. That he has a sense of honor, and humor, and loyalty. That, above all else, he is a man who will do anything for his family.

Perhaps that is why I agreed to our union. For, although the idea was mine, the decision was his. When I told him of my desire to see both our cities prosper, he did not hesitate. He accepted my proposal the same night. I think, deep down, he has always wanted this: two cities that share a common cause, and a shared legacy. And I am glad he chose to accept my offer, as it is a chance to make it so.

Not just for our cities. But for us.

Family means different things to different people. For some, it is a blood tie. For others, a bond. And for still others, a choice. To me, the definition is rather simple: family is the place where you belong. The people who care about you, and who are willing to protect you, no matter the cost. To whom you owe a debt of gratitude. And whose debt, in turn, you are honor-bound to repay.

As your father's bride-to-be, and as your future stepmother, I want to make a vow to you.

I promise to never leave you. I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe. I promise to care for you, and hear you, and see you.

In short, I promise to be your family. If you'll have me.

With sincere hopes of seeing you soon,

Mel Medarda

P.S.

I've included a painting, which I hope will serve as a gift. I've titled it: "Something Blue."

Please let me know what you think.

P.P.S.

I hope the wrapping paper suits your taste.

It's not easy to find a pattern with pink explosions.

****

The wedding is a spectacular affair.

The logistics are a nightmare, and it has taken weeks of coordination between Piltover and Zaun to streamline the process. Everything from security checks to seating arrangements to catering is meticulously planned. The event is meant to symbolize the future: two cities united by a common goal. In the spirit of this partnership, the nuptials are hugely publicized.

They are also split between both cities.

In Piltover, it's a regal, understated affair. The time is late-morning, under the blue curve of a cloudless sky.  The venue is the grandest hall in the city, an ancient estate whose history dates back to the mercantile era. Beneath a classical pavilion of limestone and marble, a close-knit collection of guests are present: Councilors, nobles, diplomats. In a testament to the changing times, they rub shoulders with Zaunite dignitaries: chem-barons and clan leaders, who've traded their usual flamboyant finery for sober suits and demure dresses.

A few steps away, Sevika and her blackguards stand at attention.

Jinx, as predicted, is absent.

Silco's eyes scan the scenery. Behind his ribs: a pang.

He can't help it.

Today's ceremony, pure spectacle, is still a step forward. For Piltover, and Zaun. A step he'd planned to take, but not alone.

Not alone, but with his little blue urchin hanging off his arm—

"Ready, sir?"

Silco turns. Sevika, in a smart deep-viridian suit, regards him inquisitively.

Silco squares his shoulders, and nods.

"Let's get this over with."

Sevika gestures, and the doors swing open. Silco steps out. The sun is a brilliant glare. The flashbulbs are a barrage of gunfire. He and his entourage are instantly besieged by the press. Everyone wants a close-up of his nuptial finery: a black double-breasted charcoal, sleek and slim-cut, with a burgundy silk waistcoat and matching gold accents. His slicked-back hair is neatly-styled, and his eyepatch boasts a glinting blue stud.

An accessory—or a tribute.

Depends on who's asking.

"Chancellor Silco! Any final words before the big event?"

"Any last-minute jitters?"

"Is it true your bride-to-be is pregnant?"

"Will Jinx not be attending?"

Silco's good eye cuts like a blade. The questions taper off. The reporters fall back.

Satisfied, Silco walks on.

At the altar, the officiant is waiting. A string quartet plays a lusterless traditional hymn. The guests have taken their designated spots. The air is a shimmer of sunlight and a buzz of whispers.

Silco keeps his posture straight and his expression bland. But his eyes stay alert, scanning the crowd, searching for a flash of blue, a peek, a hint—

A hush descends.

The quartet strikes up the familiar strains of a marching waltz. The bridesmaids, a trio of gilded cream-clad swans, are gliding down the aisle. Silco keeps his gaze straight ahead, on the ornate mirrored archway at the end of the aisle. It shows, between its curlicued filigree, a view of the courtyard behind him. Its stone pathways and leafy hedges are a lush green maze. Beyond it is the Topside cityscape: a dazzling vista of rooftops, spires, and the glittering sea beyond.

Silco's gaze shifts, and settles.

His lip curls at the corner.

Mel is here.

As ever, she is radiant. Her dress is a masterpiece. A sumptuous ivory gown, cut in a classic bias-cut silhouette and embellished with an intricate golden overlay and delicate floral detailing. Her features are dusted as if with stardust. A golden band affixes the diaphanous veil to her richly-coiffed updo. She holds no bouquet. Instead, she is the sprig of flowers in motion, the enticing waft of jasmine and hyacinths suffusing the air with every step. As she approaches, she looks every inch the Noxian noble: chin up, gaze direct, each motion unerringly graceful.

At the altar, she takes her place.

Her fingers, fleeting, skim Silco's knuckles.

"Hello, Chancellor," she says, a coy purr.

Wryly, Silco tips his head. "Councilor."

"Fancy meeting you here."

"Just passing through."

The officiant clears his throat. The crowd hushes.

The ceremony begins.

The vows are conducted with somber dignity, and conclude with a chaste kiss. Afterward, the bride and groom lead the procession down the aisle, arm-in-arm, amidst a storm of confetti and camera flashes. Outside, a motorcade surrounds a lone limo, the black lacquer gleaming under the sunlight.

The newlyweds slip, soundlessly, into the backseat. The doors slam shut.

And they're off.

They travel along the coastal road, parallel to the scenic blue seaside. The motorcade keeps a discreet distance. In the limo, the couple sit side-by-side. Their smiles are stiff. Their muscles, frozen into pleasantly neutral masks, need time to thaw. Then their eyes meet, and formality gives way to something else.

Their lips twitch. Their expressions quaver. They both turn away. They can't help it.

Silco bites the inside of his cheek.

Mel struggles to maintain her composure.

But the visage is cracked. And the flood is inevitable.

The laughter escapes in a rush. Mel's hand flies to her mouth, her shoulders quaking. Silco lets his head loll back against the headrest. The pale curve of his Adam's apple thrums with a chuckle. The car continues, a sleek black bullet, slicing through the cityscape.

Their gazes meet sidelong.

Mel twines her fingers with Silco's. He squeezes, once.

The partition between them and the driver's seat rolls down.

"Where to, Mister S?" Dustin asks.

Silco smiles.

"Home," he says.

In Zaun, twilight slips like a silk stocking down bare skin. The Undercity, in a display of festive splendor, is decked out in fairy lights. Zaunites relish a good spectacle. A wedding is always a riot. And this one's rare as black diamonds. The bride is a Topsider. The groom is a Zaunite. The most unlikely pair in the most unlikely story.

There's already a betting pool.

Odds 3: 1 for a marriage of convenience.

Odds 2: 1 for love match.

Odds 1: 1 for a marriage borne of a single night's indiscretion.

But everyone agrees on one thing. It'll be a miracle if this doesn't end in disaster.

Meantime, hope springs eternal. So does booze.

The wedding party is held at the Last Drop. The club, decadently decked in red and black, is packed to the rafters. A livewire band plays the Sumpside Waltz. Dancers sway exuberantly to the beat. There is laughter and ribaldry; parlor games and prize fights; bed-hopping and burlesque. It's a celebration the likes of which hasn't been seen in years.

Not since Zaun's ascension.

In a private lounge upstairs, a handful of guests have gathered. They are an eclectic mix: clan leaders, business tycoons, merchants, all with a stake in Zaun’s finances. A toast, a bit of networking, and the party will resume. Meanwhile, a line of bodies—admiring, avaricious, or just plain curious—are queuing up to pay tribute to the bride.

Mel sits, a picture of poised elegance, receiving their well-wishes. At the outset, she was dressed in a sequined black-and-gold gown. The bodice was intricately embroidered with pearls, and her train was a glittering, trailing cascade of crystals. Then, as the hours waxed, the costume was peeled away, strip by tantalizing strip, until the gown lay in a shimmering pool at her feet. Her true garb, emerging from the translucent carapace, is a dramatic jet-black number, exquisitely-tailored, with a sheer panel cutting a daring swathe from décolletage to belly, and a deep slit riding each thigh. The back is a dramatic, plunging swoop. At her brow is a gold diadem with a single black diamond. Her lips are red, her eyes are lined with kohl, and her feet are encased in a pair of heels so sharp they could cut a man's neck.

It's a far cry from the pristine Piltovan bride she'd played above. Here, in Zaun, she is a siren of sinful splendor. The sight of her elicits lingering stares.

For a Topsider, the Eye's new missus is packing serious heat.

Silco, idling by the mantelpiece, is a picture of louche elegance in a smoky bespoke suit. The lapels and button-holes are edged with gold brocade. His cravat is pinned by a single blue gemstone. His hands are encased in sleek leather gloves, the hems studded with matching blue buttons. A cut-glass of bourbon rests loosely in his grip.

He and Mel have spent the evening tag-teaming. She is the center of attention, the shining lure. He is her shadow, the sharp-eyed hook.  They'd prearranged the dance beforehand. A flirtatious smile from Mel, a wry aside from Silco, and their targets are snared. Soon, conversation transitions from platitude to business. By the time the Old Hungry strikes nine, Silco and Mel have secured a slew of new investments. And the party is just getting started.

Two cities: one agenda.

In between, they trade veiled glance. There's no missing the glow in Mel's eyes. The fire, simmering low. The promise, implicit and enticing. It's a look he knows all too well. One he's yet to tire of.  And yet, with the nuptials still fresh, he finds his mind drawn elsewhere.

The party is in full swing. The hour is late.

Jinx is nowhere.

He'd known it would be a long shot. The chances of her showing up had been slim. The chances of her appearing as a happy-go-lucky bridesmaid had been infinitesimal. Still, the fact that she'd stayed away—

Silco's grip tightens around the glass.

"Silco?"

He turns. Mel regards him from beneath her lashes.

"For a bridegroom," she says, "yours is a singular scowl."

Silco's mouth curves, wry.

"I thought we'd agreed," he says. "Tonight, you'll smile for the both of us."

"If I smile any more, I'll split a seam."

"On your dress? I'd pay good money to see that."

"That's why I had it tailored with your tastes in mind."

Mel runs an idle finger along the sheer neckline. Silco's eye follows the movement, then flickers up. Their stares lock. Mel's expression softens.

"Dance with me."

"Now?"

"Of course, now."

The band is playing a languid waltz. The dance floor is dotted with a handful of guests. It's the perfect opportunity to make a discreet exit. And yet—

Silco hesitates.

Mel, seeing the conflict, modulates her tone.

"Please?"

Silco sets his drink down. He offers his hand. She rises and slips her fingers though his.

On the dance floor, she lays her cheek against his shoulder. They sway in a graceful circle.  They've spent the day trading pleasantries and playing the game. It's tiresome, but they're both old hands. Thankfully, the night is drawing to a close. Soon, their guests will depart. And they can finally rest.

And, finally, have a moment alone.

"She'll come around," Mel murmurs.

"Hm?"

"Jinx. She'll come around. Later, if not sooner."

Silco's lips twitch, a bitter reflex.

"Your optimism is a wonder to behold."

"I can hardly let your pessimism have a monopoly on the market." She smooths his lapel, and sobers. "I understand. Neither of us is much for ceremony. But having family at one’s back. It makes a difference. Part me wishes my mother could see this."

"See what, exactly? You, in a hellpit."

"Me, brokering a historic truce. The start of something greater. Better."

"Truce is not a word the Medardas esteem."

"That doesn't make it less valuable." Her eyes dip. "Times like this, I wish she could see me. Not the heir she wanted. The person I've become."

Silco's palm settles on the small of her back.

"She sees you," he says.

"Just not the way she would've liked."

"Her loss."

Mel lifts her gaze to his.

"I see you," he says softly.

A flicker, there and gone. Then, Mel melts into his embrace. They glide together in the glow of the neon lights.

By midnight, the festivities are ebbing. The guests, trailing congratulations and well-wishes, trickle out. Sevika, who's been keeping guard by the entrance, comes up and makes a discreet report.

"No sign of her, sir."

Silco nods, once.

"Should I alert the crew?"

Silco shakes his head. "That won't be necessary."

"You're sure?"

Again, a single nod. He knows Jinx. Tonight's vanishing act isn't a warning, but a rebuke. He has no idea where she is. And if he did, he'd still keep his distance. If he's going to reach her, it won't be by coercion or cajolery. The choice must be hers.

In the meantime, he will wait.

Sevika's eyes are on him, a knowing appraisal.

"I'll have the crew check in on her tomorrow," she says, preempting his order.

"Do," Silco says.

Sevika nods. "Enjoy the rest of your night, sir."

She turns on her heel.

"Sevika."

Sevika glances over her shoulder, irreproachably aloof.

"Thank you," Silco says, quietly.

Her gaze, level, softens a fraction.

"You're welcome, sir."

Silco watches her leave. Then, a light touch on his elbow.

"Are you finished?"

Silco turns.

Mel's eyes are bright circlets of green and gold beneath heavy lids. Her updo is unraveling into sultry corkscrews. Her dewy make-up has begun to fade.  Her costume—because that's what her risqué little get-up was: a costume to match the theme of tonight's theatrics—is a study in artful disarray:  the bodice unlaced, the straps slipping, the buttons undone. She's practically an avatar of Undercity debauchery. And, Silco knows, she is reveling in it. Shedding the trappings of decorum, and coming alive. It's the side of her she typically keeps under wraps: the sybarite. A side he's always known was there.

In baring it now, she's not only privileging him with her trust. She's inviting him to join her. To play. To lose himself, a little. Forget, for a night, his worries.

And, perhaps, a little, the hurt.

"Your ride is ready," Mel says, a breath against his ear.

"Ride? Well, well. You're already picking up our vernacular."

"I wasn't referring to the limo."

"What then?"

Mel's lashes lift, a slow, inviting sweep.

"Three guesses," she whispers. "And the first two don't count."

Silco says nothing.

He only encircles her, and guides her deep into the shadows.

The limo drive to his private quarters is a torturous tease. The doors are barely shut before Mel's mouth is on his, hot and seeking. Silco's palms are gliding up her thighs. Their journey back is a breathless blur of lips and teeth and tongue, and Mel, in her lapse, letting loose a throaty little wail.  

Silco smiles and drags his teeth down the arc of her throat.

Dustin, beet-red, has long rolled up the partition.

Upstairs, they slip arm-in-arm through the doors. The apartment is a sprawling maze, a sumptuous affair of black, mahogany and gold. The Art Noveau furnishings are elegant, the artwork striking. Mel spares a cursory glance, then sheds her heels. Silco shrugs off his jacket and begins to undo his waistcoat. She beats him to it, her palms, a whisper of satin, coasting down his torso. Fingers, deft, undoing the buttons on his trouserfront. Her mouth against his, a slow burn of need. The kind that goes on and on, steeping and simmering. The kind that's been under the skin all night, waiting to be let loose.

Silco's hands, encased in leather, skate down her spine.

He knows the feeling.

Without warning, he traps her wrists behind her back. Mel's breath catches. He takes her mouth, sliding his tongue inside and sucking out all the heat he can find. She cries out, a delicious contralto, and his teeth close around her lower lip. Her scent is a cloud of sweet heady motes—hyacinths, smoke, champagne, sweat—and he breathes her in.

"What do you want?" he whispers.

"You," she gasps.

"How?"

"Any way you like."

Silco drags his mouth away only to bite the hollow of her throat.

Then he backs her, dark-eyed, toward the bedroom.

Afterward—a languorous stretch of bodies, tangled sheets, and ragged sighs—Mel lays her cheek against his shoulder. Her body is a sated spill of sweat-sheened silk. Her hair is spread in a dark cloud across his chest. Idly, Silco loops a finger into one of the curls. She sighs, a spent little hum.

"Extraordinary night," she says.

"Hmm."

"The media likely took enough photographs to fill an album."

"Likely."

"And my mother will burn every single one."

"Doubtless."

"And between Piltover and Zaun, we've amassed enough enemies to start a civil war."

"Mm-hmm."

Mel nudges his jaw with her temple. "So. Overall, would you call it a success?"

Silco's smile is a ghostly twist.

"I'd call it a marriage." The twist deepens. "Shame, though, about your dress."

"I'm sure I'll find its shreds between your teeth."

"The wrapping never tastes as sweet as what's inside."

"Mm, flatterer."

She nestles closer. Silco, his good eye sliding shut, enfolds an arm around her.

It's a moment of strange incongruity. An entire day spent conducting themselves according to the strictest rules of decorum and shrewdest stratagems. The next, nakedly twined in bed, exchanging lazy barbs and banter. In a few hours, they'll wake, and enclose themselves back into their respective armors. Silco will slither into his tailored suits, Mel will pour herself into her sumptuous gowns, and together, they'll don the mantles of rulership. They will play their parts. They will conduct themselves without fault. They will carry on.

Until the next time, they can be alone.

The dynamics of their old affair, he thinks, remain intact. It's only the intimacy that's inverted

Something new. Something stronger. And the thought—of being known, and strong, and seen—makes him...

Mel's lips nuzzle his collarbone.

"Where are you, husband?"

Silco opens his good eye. The window, half-open, throws a pale rhombus across the bedspread. Outside, the cityscape is a mapwork of neon, as familiar as the lines on his palm.

"Here," he says. A wry aside: "Wife."

"I've always preferred the term 'Ball & Chain.'"

"Sounds like one of Jinx's pejoratives."

"Does it now." Mel's lips are a petaled curl against his shoulderblade. "Have I told you what the media are calling Mother?"

"This ought to be good."

"Zaun's Monster-in-Law."

Silco blinks. A beat, and a scoff breaks loose. Mel's smile blooms full, and she buries her laughter against his skin. It's been a long day, and a longer night. Now, passions spent and tension drained, there's only this: a rare, tactile, transitory joy. Hell, Silco thinks, if this is his wedding night, it hasn't been such a bad one. Not if he can still smile. And, for a moment, forget the ache.

For himself. For Mel. And for—

A burst of blue is framed by the windowpane. The crackling boom holds an eerie echo.

Silco goes still.

Mel stirs. "Was that a rocket?"

Adrenaline sluices. Silco disentangles himself.

"Stay inside," he says, and slips from the bed.

Mel sits up, watching as he drags on his trousers. Barefoot, he creeps out into the balcony.  The night holds a biting chill. The sprawl of rooftops is silvered by the moonlight. A surreal haze of blue flecks floats in the air.

Bemused, Silco sniffs. There is the unmistakable whiff of gunpowder.

A premonition coils down his spine.

"Silco?" Mel, draped in one of his shirts, is standing by the threshold. "What's going on?"

Instinctively, Silco pivots to drag her back inside. His ears have already caught the low whump of a second rocket being launched, followed by the whistling shweeee as it arcs through the air.

"Down!" he snaps. "Get down!"

Encircling Mel, he dives for the floor. The round passes almost directly overhead, erupting fifty feet beyond them. The atoms in the airwaves jostle. The explosion echoes across the rooftops. In the ringing silence that follows, Silco's mind races. Two rockets in rapid succession. His place of residence targeted. Either it's a coup, or a terrorist attack, or—

Beneath him, Mel gasps, "Look."

Silco follows her gaze. Tiny pink lights, like fireflies, float through the air. They suffuse the cityscape with a kaleidoscopic glaze. Then, with a series of pops and hisses, the lights erupt into fireworks. A spray of corkscrewing sparks. A dazzling, dizzying, disorienting dreamscape. 

Silco drags himself to his feet. Slowly, he approaches the balcony's railing. Mel, finding her feet, follows. Her shock is palpable.

Then it happens again.

A third rocket blasted skyward on a straight trajectory. The velocity peels it to nothing but a needle of smoke. At the top of the arc, the missile detonates. A bloom of cobalt explodes, a starburst of light.

Then, a cascade of blue teardrops.

Each one blooms in different patterns. Some spread with the slow-motion tendrils of a breath of frost on glass. Some erupt into a spray of butterflied shards. Others plume into a cloud of shimmering spangles.

The effect is hypnotic.

Each missile, when it is fired, has an intense familiarity. A single shot, a precise aim. Silco recognizes it in an instant.

Then he sees her.

Jinx.

She crouches, elfin, on an adjacent rooftop. Fishbones is slung over her shoulder, a sharklike silhouette. Her braids, wind-tossed, dance to separate tangents. Her face, tilted skyward, is a picture of glee. She watches the fireworks with a rapture so total, so triumphant, that Silco is struck still. His heart, in his throat, beats a drumroll. But what's most overwhelming is the sense of relief, because—

Jinx fires the last rocket. It arcs and detonates into a pyrotechnic delirium, umbrellas of brilliants color blooming open against the dark. The haze drifts back and forth. Jinx, her handiwork done, stands. A small, solitary silhouette, the moon washing over her like a baptismal tide.

Her head swivels. Her eyes lock with Silco's.

Her smile takes a shot and scores a direct hit.

In a blur, she is gone.

"Jinx," Silco breathes.

Mel, enfolding her arm through his, whispers, "Something Blue."

He stirs. "What?"

Mel's features, glossed in the radiant blue remnants, are soft. "It's the painting I sent Jinx. 'Something Blue.' It featured a panoramic view of Zaun. Bathed in blue, like the aftermath of a fireworks display. I chose the color with care. I wanted it to be the same hue as the Hex-Gates. But also to capture the shifting shades of Jinx's hair. I think I was hoping to convey a sense of homecoming." Mel's eyes lift to his. She smiles wistfully. "Now I realize that I was looking for the wrong hue. Jinx did a better job than I could've imagined."

"You—sent her a painting?"

"I did." Mel squeezes his arm. "I told her I'd like us to be a family. That I was hoping we could all belong. Together."

"I see." Silco's jaw flexes. "Did she reply?"

"She didn't have to."

Mel's stare returns to the sky, a dappled mosaic of lights. "I find booms to be a popular Zaunite mode of discourse."

Silco stays silent for a moment. Then, he dares a smile.

"You might," he says, "be on to something."

The fireworks fade, the glitter dissipating on the wind. Soon, all that's left is the lingering waft of gunpowder. And a city, brighter, somehow, in its glow.

Silco and Mel, side-by-side, contemplate the vista. 

Jinx's gift, for the world to see. And, in its own way, a sign.

Blue means forgiveness.

Blue means family.

Blue means home.

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Pinky Powder Promise

"Look! (Name), look!"

Powder exclaimed, shaking your shoulder lightly as you looked up at the stars.

"What is it?" You asked, giggling at your friends' excitement.

"It's a star in the stars!" Powder laughed as she pointed out the constellation.

You shook your head at your friend, your head in her lap as you both sat on the roof of The Last Drop.

"Your jokes suck, Powder." You stated as Powder pinched your cheek.

"I know." Powder giggled, messing with both of your intertwined hands as you closed your eyes.

"...Hey, (Name)?" Powder spoke up after a moment, opening your eyes as you hummed in acknowledgement.

"You wouldn't leave me…right?" Powder asked, suddenly nervous.

"Hmm?" You hummed, confused as you sat up. Powder avoided your eyes, staring down at the lanes.

"Why would I ever leave you?" You asked, trying to catch her eyes as she looked down.

"If anyone should be worried it's me." You joked, trying to get her to laugh as Powder looked at you confused.

"Why you?" Powder tilted her head.

"Because, you're gonna be a big inventor some day. So I should be worried if you remember me." You stated with a smile.

Powder finally smiled back, happy that you supported her but in denial her inventions would work.

"I wouldn't leave you." Powder shook her head and laughed as you poked her nose.

"Okay then, then when you become an inventor I'll be your assistant!" You offered, causing Powder to light up.

"Then we can build whatever and you wont leave me?!" Powder smiled, bouncing in her spot.

"Yeah, sure, Powder." You laughed and shook your head at her.

"We'll always be together!" Powder cheered, hugging you around your shoulders happily.

"Pinky Powder Promise?" You offered your pinky out to Powder, the girl happily taking it.

Pinky promises weren't enough for either of you. So you added your own touch.

"Pinky Powder Promise." Powder nodded, both kissing your hands at once.

"Pinky Powder Promise."

The words played over again, the screen glitching over and over.

"P-Pinky-y Powder-"

The screen broke, repeating the words again and again in broken rhythm.

Jinx sat on her couch, the small device in her hands playing the hologram over and over again in front of her.

She made it herself.

Capturing the moment she remembered oh so perfectly.

But it wasn't real.

You weren't real.

You were dead.

She killed you with that bomb.

Because all she is, is a fucking jinx.

And that's all she'll ever be.

She can't sit on the roof with her anymore.

She isn't your Powder. And you weren't you.

All you were now was a memory, your laugh distant in her mind now.

Jinx leaned into your doll, trying to find the warmth she remembered you gave her.

Jinx clung to the metal, trying to feel anything she remembered of you.

But it wasn't there.

You weren't there.

"I'm dead, remember." 

Jinx flinched at the words, too scared to look up at the hallucination of you.

You were only a kid. Her friend she remembered. 

In your eyes there was no warmth or love that Jinx remembered.

Your clothes were bloody from the glass shards embedded in you from the fall.

The fall she caused with her monkey bomb.

Jinx shook her head, her tears refused to fall as she hid her neck into the doll of you.

She made it to remember you in any way she could.

Which wasn't a lot nowadays, she hid it usually.

Because Silco knew about you, how you were close to Powder.

So he destroyed every last memory Jinx had of you, anything that was yours that Jinx had he destroyed.

Jinx had to let Powder die.

Jinx had to let you die.

But she didn't want you to leave.

Jinx didn't want you to die.

But Jinx killed you. 

Silco knew that.

You never loved her.

Or at least, that's what Silco said.

And Silco wouldn't lie, right?

Jinx didn't know.

But what she did know was this.

She wanted to just hug you again...just one last time.

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[shortestcake]

hi i just recently got into arcane and i absolutely love it VI IS SO FINE AHHH so imma make a request about her!!

So im thinking Vi x fem!reader, after Vi gets out of prison she visits her long lost girlfriend (long lost? idk if thats the right wording but they havent seen each other cause vi was in prison 🤷🏾) who thought Vi was killed so theres a lot of tears and its angsty and they hug and catch up with each other and its overall really cutesy!!

RAIN CHECK

Pairing: Vi x reader

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: none

Genre: angst+fluff

// mentions of injury/blood

"I think we're gonna have to take a rain check on our date." A young Violet mumbled into your hair. She sat beside you while her hand rested on your opposite shoulder. You chuckled, burying your head deeper into the crook of her neck.

"We just ran halfway through the Undercity from enforcers, and that's your priority?" A smirk bloomed on her face as she proudly proclaimed that you'll always be her "number 1 priority."

"Shush, you sap." You knew Vi wouldn't listen on her own, so you made sure of it by gently kissing her lips. That kiss was followed by many, many more pecks, your shared giggling heard between every single one of them.

A small smile grew on your face as you reminisced on the bittersweet memory of your first and only love yet. You continued to fill Ran's glass with an alcoholic drink, sliding it across the counter to them once filled.

After Vi's arrest, you picked up a job at The Last Drop. Although you didn't exactly enjoy working for Silco, it was one of the best positions to hold in the Undercity. You also got to stay close to Jinx as a bonus.

As the end of your shift approached, you alerted Theorem you'd be in the back, packing your stuff.

You quietly made your way back home, walking through some of the more subdued streets of Zaun. However, this time they weren't as peaceful as usual. You groaned when you heard the familiar grunts and bangs from street fights, annoyed that even the silent streets you lived in were being disturbed by brawlers.

While preparing yourself for what was probably the disturbing image of two drunks hassling each other that you'd witness once you turned the corner.

"Where are they? Where's he keeping them?"

You froze, immediately identifying the voice as familiar but not recognizing whose it was.

You laid your hand and head against the concrete wall, listening in on their conversation.

"Keeping them? They work for him."

This voice you immediately realized who belonged to, Sevika. She came by The Last Drop daily.

Shocked and intrigued, you finally peeked around the corner to see whoever was brave enough to fight Sevika.

A woman sat on top of Sevika, back facing you. You were more than surprised to witness what seemed to be Sevika's first losing battle.

Still unable to identify this strange woman, you listened intently to their chat.

"Jinx is like his daughter." The brute spoke in just above a whisper. It seemed that the more context you got, the less sense everything made.

You winced when Sevika used her metal arm to stab the woman, shoving her aside to stand over her. "I'll give her your regards." she drew her steel arm back, preparing to officially end the fight, along with her opponent's life.

Boom

A loud gunshot rings through the air, catching you completely off-guard, almost causing you to stumble backward. You were so focused on uncovering who this mystery lady was that you didn't notice the woman aiming a gun straight at Sevika

The brute begrudgingly fled between some narrow alleyways, small splotches of shimmer following in her path.

Now you could get a proper look at the woman who had captivated so much of your attention.

You almost choke, instantly realizing why that stupid, stupid voice intrigued you so much.

She was alive? Where has she been all this time? How long ago did she come back? Who was the lady with her? Wait, is that an enforcer?

So caught up in your own head, you didn't notice you began walking towards her. An unreadable expression on your face while you approached Vi.

“Stop, what do you want?”

The taller woman, who shot at Sevika earlier, was now holding the same gun in your direction.

Her stern voice snapped you out of your trance, making you scoff when you saw the gold accents on her riffle, her shiny and well-kept boots. 'A Topsider' you thought, the only person who could see you as a threat in this situation.

But before you could give her a snappy retort, Violet had her arms wrapped around you. Although it was evident she was struggling to even stand, it didn't stop her from holding your frame tight enough to nearly cut blood circulation.

"God, I missed you." She whispered into your hair, voice soft and shaky.

You must've dreamed about this moment dozens of times in the past seven years, imagining what you'd say to her, telling her how much you missed her, how worried you've been.

But even after almost a decade of fantasizing about this, all you could muster up was a sob as your hands latched onto the back of her hoodie, twisting the fabric between your knuckles.

This only encouraged her to hold you tighter, "I'm so sorry I was gone, I w-wanted to come back, but I got arrested and-" Her rambling was cut short by a fit of coughs rupturing from her chest. She pushed back slightly so as not to cough on you. That's when you noticed the blood on your torso, which seeped from Vi's wound onto your clothes.

"Jesus, Vi." deciding to temporarily put your reunion aside, you swung Violet's arm over your shoulders, placing your hand around her waist to help carry her. The woman she was with doing the same, whatever impression she might've had of you before disappearing.

“Where’s the nearest hospital?”

“Those aren’t so easy to come across here.”

“Easy, easy.”

You laid Vi against the walls of her old home. Caitlyn, you understood her name was, stood outside, giving you both privacy.

"I missed you." Violet mumbled, grabbing your wrists gently.

That was your breaking point, the tenderness in her hold, how careful she always was with you. It was like a strong tide breaking down your dam.

A sob wracked through your body as you laid your head against her shoulder, the many emotions that you've been avoiding flooded your senses at once.

"I thought you were dead, you asshole!"

"Y-you can't just disappear and come back like it's nothing!"

Vi didn't say anything, patiently listening to you pour your heart out, rubbing your back as you continued to cry. Tears gathered in her own eyes as she listened to your cries.

Once your borderline wails had turned into quiet sniffles, she placed her hand on top of your head, kissing it repeatedly.

Now practically sitting on her lap, you tilted your head up, observing her features. Although her face had matured, her cheeks were less round, her jawline more defined, she was still as beautiful as ever.

The way she was staring at you made your longing to kiss her harder and harder to ignore. And as much as you wanted to indulge your impulse, you couldn't help but question if it was right. Hell, it'd been seven years, were you even still dating? Just because you didn't move on didn't mean she couldn't.

Your doubts were quickly swept away when Vi leaned downed, stopping right before your lips, letting you pull away if you wanted to.

Smiling slightly, you closed the gap between you two. Violet sighed into the kiss, moving her hands to hold the back of your neck while you cupped her face.

A love-sick smile plastered on her face when you rested your foreheads against one another.

"So, how does tomorrow sound for our date?"

(I'm working though my requests! I have a few old ones so I appreciate the patience❤)

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[nightmaree-eyess]

Second in command

Arcane fanfic

Summary: jinx took over silcos crime ring when he died and you are her second in command

Word count: 1238

Tags: au, lesbian jinx, y/n, femme reader,hurt/comfort, imagine, action/adventure, angst, romance, everyone is alive, implied drugs, hallucinations, implied emotional abuse

My days are pretty boring and monotonous for being second in command for the biggest crime ring in Zaun. I wake up, make my tea, go to work, take inventory, and go home. Obviously my days aren't exactly the same but they are similar enough. Today was one of those days.

“Jinx wants to see you.”

Ugh sevika. She thinks she runs this place since she's been with the ring the longest. She thinks she deserves to run this place.

I rolled my eyes at her in response

“Look just because your girlfriend is uppity about me doesn't mean you have too.”

“Just because my head is between her legs, doesn't mean it's up her ass too.”

Sevika grimaces and I groan and walk away from taking inventory. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit today. Or ever really.

I push the door open with my shoulder to jinx’s office. The doors are heavy and made of rusted iron. The handles are vials of shimmer. The doors creak as I enter.

“Hello y/n”

Jinx turns around to face you in her chair behind the desk.

“Hi baby, what's up?”

“Don't call me that you know I hate pet names. But can you grab my shimmer for me? My eye is fucking killing me.”

Sometimes I feel more like a monkey than her girlfriend. Just another one of her employees but with more sexual benefits.

I grab the shimmer from the table and straddle her to get a better angle. A part of me only uses that as an excuse to get closer to her.I take her chin and angle her head upwards, take the syringe, and inject her eye. Her left eye looks like a nuclear sunset with a void in the middle. She winces in pain for a moment.

“Ah fuck. That never gets easier” jinx groans

You take her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead and she raises her hand to yours. You step backwards to put the syringe away.

“This wasn't the only reason i called you in here”

I think she wants a sexual favor from me. That's usually how this goes but she keeps talking.

“ I have a job I want you to come along and it's a pretty serious one. I wanted my assistant to come with me. Id send one of the other employees but i feel like theyd fuck this job up. And we have the power they don't.”

Finally I'm starting to feel important. Jinx usually did the negotiating while i kept things running on the inside. But I never really felt like I had the power people claimed I had as jinx’s girlfriend and assistant.

“Sounds good. But what's the job?” i questioned

“We have to go to piltover and talk to jayce talis about importing more shimmer through their harbors. Business is booming right now and we need to make bigger shipments. And I need you there just in case things go wrong.”

“Like a bodyguard? Am I getting a demotion?” i joke

“Ha. ha. Funny. You think I'm some joke? You don't think I can handle myself? You think im gonna fuck up the job like i fuck everything up right?!”

“No, I-Im sorry” i raise my hands in defeat

“Good. Because it sounded like my girlfriend and assistant were doubting my abilities. Remember who's above you y/n. I'll let you know the details later. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

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“Hello ladies, glad to be in your presence.” Jayce bows sarcastically

“Yeah whatever, let's just get to business.” jinx groans

I follow them into an empty alley. I thought maybe we’d be in an office or something but maybe the guy doesn't want us knowing where he resides. Jayce starts the convo

“Ok you called a meeting with me and i only have 15 minutes. So get to the point.”

“We want to import more shimmer through the harbors. Business is booming a-”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no? This would benefit both of us in the long run and youre fucking delusional not to think so.”

“I already have the council up my ass. I can't import more shimmer without it being suspicious. The answer is no.”

Jinx pulls out her gun and points it at jayce

“We import more shimmer through your harbors or you get a bullet in the skull. Its honestly your choice”

Next thing I know there's a flash of blue illuminating the sky, the boom of a gun, and a warm feeling running down my chest. I slip into the void at peace.

—---------------------------------

I flutter my eyes open and see a distorted jinx next to me

“You're nothing to me. You're just a dog that I bet on and you're losing.” she laughs maniacally

I try to sit up but I'm paralysed. What the fuck is going on? Before I can process anything I drift away again.

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I squint my eyes open. I'm in a sketchy room, on a twin sized mattress on the floor.

“Oh god, baby I'm so glad you're alive!”

You feel jinx’s warm lips against your clammy forehead

“Wha- ow fuck” you clutch your chest

“I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along I jinxed it like i do everything this is all my fault im sorry”

“What are you talking about?”

“I-i accidentally shot you when jayce let off a bomb. I got startled and I shot you. Jayce died when the bomb went off but I got lucky. You… died when I shot you. I brought you to singed because i knew he could revive you…like he did me and it worked. Now you have to inject yourself with shimmer where you were injured to stay alive. I shouldn't have ever threatened jayce in the first place. This is all my fault.” she sobbed

“This… is a lot to process.” i wince in pain

“I'm so sorry. I've been cold and distant with you and you don't deserve that. Even though I keep you at arms distance, I love you. I didn't realise how much I loved you until I lost you. If I lost you…then I would have no one left. I need you in my life. You make my days brighter, you support me in ways no one else does, and I never want to take you for granted ever again. I want to love you the way you deserve, if you'll let me?”

I try my best to sit up to kiss her but I can't. Jinx fills in the space and kisses me passionately and deeply. Like if she stopped kissing me she'd lose me again. I break the kiss.

“I know. I love you too”

She climbs into bed with me. We are so close that we could almost merge into one. She pushes my sweaty strands of hair out of my face and kisses me softly on my nose and we drift off to a blissful sleep. And even though this is the most pain i've ever been in i'm the happiest i've ever been.

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[kikiiswashere]

Terms of Agreement - Chapter 2

When my bestie, @sand-sea-and-fable, asks for Zaundad smut, she gets Zaundad smut. However, I am gonna do it my way and make it longer than necessary. So a little, baby novella it is! Here's chapter 2!

Chapter 1

Summary: Vander shows Silco just how devoted he is to him.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Established Vander/Silco

Word Count: 3k

PURE AND UNADULTERATED SMUT FROM HERE ON OUT! MDNI!

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Warm, sticky steam enveloped Vander as he stepped inside the small, tiled room. He closed the door quietly behind him and tossed Silco’s shirt onto the rest of his clothes piled by the toilet. He shrugged off his vest and began to undo his belt.

“Mind if I join you?”

Silco’s silhouette paused behind the shower curtain, considering.

“It’s your bathroom, too,” was the snide reply.

Vander refused to bite on the passive aggressive statement and finished undressing, dropping his own clothes on top of Silco’s. Mindfully, he slipped into the shower behind his partner, and sighed at the sensation of hot water against his skin. Silco’s back was to him, and his gaze raked down his slender form appreciatively.

Vander enjoyed all body types, but Silco was by far his favorite. The most beautiful. His silver eyes tracked the breadth of those sinewy, strong shoulders; down the narrowing planes of his back to a slim, slim waist. He lovingly smirked as his gaze dropped to Silco’s comically small and perfect ass. He loved to grope and bite those pert and round cheeks, like they were the sweetest pieces of fruit from the market. Below, his long and lean legs sprouted. Like the rest of him, his muscles were cut close to the bone; their shapes and lines defined by Silco’s minimal amount of body fat.

Vander felt his cock stir. He tamped down its excitement and gently reached out to run the tips of his fingers down Silco’s spine. The smaller man, who had been running his hands through his hair, stopped at the touch. But still did not turn to look at Vander.

“I missed ya, Sil,” Vander murmured, stepping closer. His front wasn’t flush to Silco’s backside yet, but it was a near thing.

Silco snorted and reached for the bar of soap nestled in the shower’s corner. He began lathering his arms and chest with feverish attention.

“Did you now?”

Vander sighed and dropped his head, brow pressing against Silco’s damp crown. His giant hands settled on those narrow hips. And Silco stilled.

“I did,” he said, and stepped closer, allowing their bodies to mold against one another. Vander’s heart thudded furiously to feel Silco go ever so slightly slack against him. A bodily response even Silco’s conscious mind couldn’t fight against. Proof that they had been meant for each other, Vander thought.

“I haven’ seen ya for three days. I get fuckin’ worried sick when yer out there. By yerself.”

Silco began soaping himself up again. “You seemed to be managing just fine.”

“Sil – “

“Aren’t you needed up in the bar?”

Vander flinched at that. But he rallied, and slid his hands around Silco’s middle, drawing him tightly against his belly and chest.

“Benzo’s got it covered,” he said, nuzzling at Silco’s temple, kissing the hair plastered there.

“Benzo can manage the bar, yes,” Silco scoffed, “but what about your friend?”

Vander loosed a weary sigh. “It’s just business, Sil. I didn’ know you’d be back t’night. An’ I didn’ know she was comin’ by.”

“I told you I’d be back in three days.”

“Yeah, an’ half the time ya say that an’ it ends up bein’ double.”

“Sometimes things happen – “

“I’m not blamin’ ya, Silco,” Vander insisted, firming his grip on his partner enough to spin him around. He took the soap and placed it in back in the corner. Silco glared up at him. “It’s just . . . we agreed. I let you do these missions – “

“You let me?”

“ – An’ I help Zaun on the home front by . . . well, ya know.” He waggled his head from side-to-side, not quite meeting Silco’s ire-filled stare. “It’s just business.”

“Yeah, well, it hurts me when you bring your ‘business’ into our home,” Silco spat. His glare became watery and he broke Vander’s gaze. “I know you are only doing what we agreed. I know it’s not . . . personal. I just . . . don’t want to see it,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the running water.

Vander’s face softened and he drew Silco closer to him, a large hand splayed on his lower back. His other hand cupped and lifted Silco’s chin, allowing their eyes to meet once again.

“’M sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’ mean to hurt you. I won’ bring it here anymore.”

After a moment, Silco’s face softened and he felt him give the tiniest nod against his palm.

“You missed me?” he coyly asked.

Vander grinned. “You bet yer sweet ass I did.”

He leaned down and closed the distance between them. As their lips met, Silco wound his arms around Vander’s shoulders and leaned up into the kiss. Mentally, he was kicking himself for being such puddy in his partner’s hands.

Physically and emotionally, he was flint – Vander, the spark. Together, they became aflame with desire.

Silco slanted his thin lips against Vander’s full ones, his silver tongue flicking across the miniscule space between them. A soft rumble rolled at the back of the Hound’s throat as he thrust his own tongue forward, sliding across Silco’s, probing the roof of his mouth.

Silco couldn’t help it. He whined. Gripping Vander’s shoulders tighter, he lifted himself onto his toes to kiss him more intensely.

Insistently.

Desperately.

One of his hands slid up and fisted itself in Vander’s brown hair. His locks were smooth and thick between Silco’s fingers.

“Did ya miss me too,” Vander teased, pulling away to nip at his partner’s ear.

“Shut the fuck up,” hissed Silco, wrapping his lips around Vander’s throat, and sucking fiercely. Leaving his mark on the Hound.

Vander grunted and his hips tilted forward, his dick half hard and well on its way. He gripped Silco’s ass – hard – and felt his partner’s own growing cock against his belly. Vander’s balls tightened and something small and excited fizzed tantalizingly low behind his navel. He wrestled Silco back into a kiss that was all tongue and lips. His right-hand slip down around his partner’s small ass. His fingers pet the defined cut that bisected his buttock from his leg. And then slid lower. And under.

Silco started and gasped at the first tender stroke placed on that sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and anus. His hips pressed back into Vander’s digit. His lover did it again. And again. Each time, the swipe would end nearer and nearer toward that tight ring of muscle. Silco whined and panted into Vander’s mouth, kisses becoming too wide and hungry. His cock grew and thrummed between them, the tip of him pointing up seeking attention. It pressed into Vander’s flat, strong belly, and the pressure was as euphoric as it was maddening. Silco groaned, his hips rocking between Vander’s finger and stomach.

The Hound broke away and looked down between them.

“Janna Almighty, Sil,” he breathed, crowding his partner against the shower wall, and sinking to his knees.

Vander’s hands raked up and down Silco’s front – just as slim and defined as his back. In the glistening light of the bathroom, under the spray of water, the delicate cut of his physique glimmered and shone. Like starlight on the Pilt. Vander’s cock ached at the sight of him. He was so beautiful. How could he ever think Vander would prefer anyone to him?

His thumbs flicked Silco’s dusty pink – nearly mauve – nipples, and raked down his ribs. Silco shuddered. Not only at the sensation, but at the sight: The Hound of the Underground on his knees in front of him.

For him.

It made Silco feel loved. And powerful. He reached out and ran his hand threw Vander’s hair, guiding his head to tilt up. For their eyes to meet. They looked at each other, eyelids heavy with lust, lips kiss swollen. Vander grinned at Silco, and nuzzled the thatch of wiry hair near his hip crease.

“I missed ya, Sil,” he said into his skin, and then licked a long, wide stripe up the groove of his hip flexor.

Silco sighed and shuddered, his hips jutting forward into nothing. His cock seeking out something, anything. A low chuckle rippled through Vander’s throat as he shifted his head over – making a point to lightly drag his lips across the purpling head of Silco’s dick – to the other hip crease. Another teasing, erotic swipe of his tongue.

Silco grunted, the back of his head bumped against the tile. In frustration. In elation.

“Vander – “

Before he needed to ask, there was wet, delicious heat tracing the underside of his shaft. Then a seal around his head. Light suction before Vander bobbed his head down in increments, running his tongue along veins and Silco’s frenulum, until he was nestled at the root of his partner.

Silco’s hands threaded through Vander’s hair as his eyes closed, his eyebrows pitching up in ecstasy. Vander drew back slightly, adjusted the angle of his head, relaxed his throat, and began a gentle rhythm.

Pleasure rattled up and down Silco’s spine as Vander repeatedly swallowed around his cock. When his hips jerked forward, Vander’s hands gently, but firmly, held Silco in place. A touch that said ‘I got this. Let me take care of you.’ He created a particularly tight seal and swirled his tongue around Silco’s flushed glans. A gesture to assure, tease, elate, and promise.

“Y-yes-s,” Silco moaned, scraping his nails against Vander’s scalp.

Vander hummed in thanks and the sound vibrated through Silco’s sensitive cock wonderfully; another bolt of pleasure rocketing up his spine, his abdominal muscles flexing excitedly.

“I missed you, Vander,” he whispered up toward the ceiling as his lover continued to lavish him.

Vander’s right hand stroked down Silco’s thigh once, twice, before carefully lifting the back of his knee, and slinging his leg over his shoulder. Before Silco could question what he was on about, there was a gentle press against his hole. He gasped, and accidentally pulled Vander’s hair. He winced, but chuckled around Silco and pressed his index finger against him again, circling. His heart soared when the tip of his digit was welcomed in. Water was fine, but it wasn’t lube; so Vander very slowly and very gently pumped his fingertip in and out. Above him, Silco whimpered and cursed, his body opening effortlessly. His hips pressed down as he took in Vander to the second knuckle.

“Faster,” he ordered. Although, Vander knew it was a plead.

He obliged, pumping his finger in and out in time with the contracting of his throat. Silco’s thighs began to tremble.

“Another. Please.”

Vander pulled off of Silco’s cock, a thick string of drool hung between its tip and his bottom lip. He grasped the shaft in his left hand and began a languid, but steady pace. Hand jobs were easier to give when his attention needed to be elsewhere. His middle finger zipped up tightly against his index, and the pair slowly breached Silco’s opening.

Silco flung his head back and groaned, fighting the urge to just sit on Vander’s hand. The fingers bottomed out, and a sly grin cut across Vander’s face as the pad of his middle digit lightly pressed against that spot he knew so, so well. Silco jerked and choked. Vander drew his fingers back and slid them in again and again, each time brushing that knot of nerves with more conviction.

Vander smiled as he watched his lover become more and more undone. Silco’s face pink with pleasure and open; his slender body trembling. He looked so good. Gods above, Vander loved him.

With the pace set, Vander prepared to take Silco back in his mouth. To finish him off and take his cum down his throat. But as his lips pressed against the tip of him, Silco batted him away.

“No,” he gasped, shaking his head. “No, no. I want – I want you inside.”

Vander’s heart leapt. He chuckled, “I am inside ya, Sil.”

He rubbed the tips of his fingers against his prostate pointedly. Silco yelped and ground his hips against Vander’s hand.

“The other way,” he panted, swinging his leg off Vander’s shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. I’ve missed it.”

Silco couldn’t bring himself to care how desperate he sounded. He had missed Vander. Had missed having sex with him. Had missed his cock. It was all true. He would deal with the vulnerability hang over later. Right now, with his prostate and dick well-primed, he just needed to be fucked.

At once, Vander was reminded of his own dick. He’d been so wrapped up in and around Silco, he’d forgotten his own turgid member. Since dropping to his knees, it had grown and swelled in the wake of the sounds and sensations of his lover. It ached and dribbled.

Silco carefully stepped out from in front of him, and Vander took himself up in his own hand. He allowed himself a couple strokes to soothe the pressure in his rock-hard member. He stood, cock bobbing proudly before him, turning toward Silco. His partner was bent over at the waist, hands braced on the tiled wall, that perfect ass presented and ready. His blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, hazy and lust-filled. Vander’s mouth went dry with want. He surged forward and grabbed Silco’s narrow hips.

He curled over his back and whispered, “’M gonna make ya feel so good.”

“You better,” Silco purred, tilting the cleft of his ass to catch the cock prodding him.

Vander laughed lowly, before taking hold and guiding himself toward Silco’s winking hole. A zip of pleasure rocketed up from his toes to the crown of his head as the tip of him was pulled in.

Heaven. Silco felt like heaven, if there was such a place. Vander drew back before pressing forward again, digging deeper. He didn’t suppose he’d ever make it to heaven, but he didn’t care. Not when he could hold it in his arms; not when he could be wrapped up in it, feel it from the inside out.

After another couple rocks and sways, Vander was seated to the hilt – his pubic hair scratching at Silco’s cheeks, his heavy balls caressing the back of his slender thighs. Vander sighed in relief and bent over, resting his forehead between Silco’s shoulder blades. Beneath him, the smaller man trembled and panted.

“Ya okay?” Vander asked, kissing his back.

Silco nodded. “More than okay. Move. Please.”

“Anything fer you.”

Vander kissed between his shoulder blades once more and stood. With a secure hold on Silco’s hips, he began thrusting back and forth. The sound of wet skin slapping together rang throughout the bathroom; Vander’s grunts and Silco’s whines were quick to join, the small space becoming a cacophony of sound. Neither had enough bandwidth to consider or care if the sound of their love-making traveled up to the bar.

Silco’s nails scraped against the tile wall. His ribcage swung frantically with his breath, like the bellows that kept the furnaces alive in Augmentation Alley. Intense pleasure built up his spine like a heating thermostat; his cock jumped and dripped. With each pass and press of Vander’s dick against his insides, he didn’t know whether to push back or pull away. His thighs began to tingle, his knees began to knock.

“Fuck, Sil,” Vander gasped behind him. “So tight. So. Fucking. Good.”

He grit his teeth and increased the pace. Silco cried out and his back arched. He babbled and agreed.

“Vander!” Silco yelped. “I ne – I need – “

“I gotcha, Love,” Vander assured, knowing exactly what Silco needed.

His right hand released Silco’s hip and swooped under him, taking hold of his impossibly rigid cock. The smaller man moaned and bobbled his head up and down as Vander began stroking him. Silco gasped and pleaded and rocked his hips into Vander’s hold.

“Yes yes yes yes – hng – YES!”

Silco came with a cry, ropes of himself splattering over Vander’s fingers and against the tub. After working him through his orgasm, Vander made to pull out, but Silco reached his hand back and grabbed his thick wrist.

“No. Inside. Inside, please,” he breathlessly asked. And then, with more snark, “You’re not done making me feel good.”

A grin that toed the line between sweet and wicked curled Vander’s lips, and he renewed his grip on Silco. Truthfully, he was grateful for the request. There was something about finishing inside his partner that felt untouchably intimate. It made him feel close to the man he loved.

Vander set a vigorous pace, as much for himself as it was for Silco. The muscles cradling his cock squeezed and massaged as the head of him beat against that bundle of nerves repeatedly. The fizzing behind his navel swelled and bubbled in mounting pleasure.

“Oh, Gods, Vander,” Silco warbled as the pressure against his prostate threatened to release. Vander’s hips stuttered. His cock swelled. “Fuck, I love you.”

Vander erupted at the proclamation. Yelling in relief as he unloaded inside of Silco, his hips rutting against his backside. The firm, consistent sensation of Vander’s cock massaging him, coupled with the feeling of his seed filling him up, tipped Silco over the edge. He moaned lowly as the deep, gooey feeling of release seeped through his muscles and bones, threatening to shake his legs right out from under him.

Before he could slip away, strong arms were gathering him up and lifting him away from the wall. Vander pulled Silco into his chest, his softening dick slowly slipping out of him. He winced at the emptiness and sighed. Vander kissed his temple and held him tighter.

“I missed ya, Sil. I love you, too.”

Silco hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms in front of Vander’s. He turned his head, and Vander ducked his head down, kissing him softly.

Belatedly, Silco heard the patter of the shower. Then he felt the water. He’d forgotten where they were. He shivered.

“The water’s gone cold,” he said against Vander’s lips.

The Hound huffed a small laugh, and reached behind him to turn off the spigot. “Let’s get ya into some warm clothes, yeah?”

Silco smiled and nodded, following his partner out of the tub.

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Notes: *blushing furiously* I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. If you did, please comment and reblog! I'd really appreciate it!!

There will be at least one more chapter. Hopefully, I'll have it up in the early days of the new year.

Coming Up Next: Silco reminds Vander why he belongs to him

#silco #vander #vanco #silco x vander #zaundads #young silco #young vander #arcane #arcane fanfic #silco fanfic #vander fanfic #mdni #smut #silco smut #vander smut #zaundads smut #my writing

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

Do you have any soft sevika hc’s? I’m really missing her rn. I want her to wrap me up with her cloak in her big strong arms and tell me everything’s gonna be ok.

Same, anon, same. Sev's a big softie

If you two are at the poker table you may get a little jealous when she converses with other people and not you. She'll notice when you get quiet and will kiss your neck every now and then to show she's still thinking of you. Maybe she'll give you a hickey and then angle her head so her neck's on display for you. "Give me one, baby."

The big scary lady has allergies. Y'all go to Piltover for something and she's exposed to all this plant life you can't find in The Undercity.

Her voice will get stuffy and she'll be sneezing in between threatening people. Her sneezes are fucking violent, too.

It's the fifth time she's sneezed in a minute. You drop the feigned obliviousness and sigh, turning to her with an odd look. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "This place is fucking toxic." Her garbled words are followed by sniffles. You look around at the clear air, infrastructure that isn't covered in rust or human waste, and the beautiful plants that would never have a chance in the Undercity. "This place... is toxic." The disbelieving statement is repeated slowly with a dramatic gesture. You're pierced with a glare that isn't as threatening when her eyes are teary and her nose is red. "Do you think they did something to the air? Is it poison?" She starts throwing accusations around of them trying to sabotage the meeting. "I'm fine?"

(WIP) Sevika has a crush on the local healer (you). When she visits and finds you overwhelmed one day, she'll offer her services. You try to refuse but she insists (won't take no for an answer). So you cave and set her up a little area in the backroom where she can help the patients with the less severe injuries

Nurse Sevika has the worst bedside manner. A patient will come in with something broken and she won't say a word to them before snapping it back into place. "Next."

If they don't have payment, she is retracting her services.

After hearing the complaints, you go to scold Sevika. "Someone didn't have money so you rebroke his finger? Two of them?" "The second was for wasting my time."

She thinks you're too soft and will not let anyone take advantage of you

Someone's trying to rip you off at the market? Her glare will make them half their amount

Sevika's a flirt. She'll lean against the wall/ a doorway and just watch you do a menial task.

Arms wrapped around your middle, halting the scrubbing of a whiskey glass. A smile creeps across your face as she lightly sways with you. "There's a sight I like to see after work."

You're cold? You'll soon be swaddled in her cloak, warmed by the hands running up and down your sides to get some heat back in them.

Someone made you cry? They're already dead before they could. She's sneaky too, if you don't want to tell her who it was, she's not above tricking you to get the information she wants. She's good at interrogating people (it's almost like it's her job wow)

A thumb is rubbing soft circles into your thigh. She's unusually soft with you, trying to coax a name from your lips. Sevika no longer puts up with you trying to hide your teary face from her and a palm is glued to your cheek, having you look into those piercing eyes. "Name." "Sev, no." "Name." You only response are sniffles and she sighs, seemingly dropping it for now. "Okay. Do I need to pick up any work for you?" "Probably, I still had a bunch of paperwork left to do-shit." "Okay so you were at work. A coworker then? Was it Mark?"

The day before your birthday she's going straight to Silco, informing him about how she won't be available for any jobs.

There's no point in arguing once he realizes it's for you. He has to hit her with "Understandable, have a nice day."

Speaking of Silco, he treats you with the utmost respect because he's honestly a little scared of Sevika

It's a hot day in Zaun and the AC breaks. Both of you sleep in underwear and nothing else.

You tried to wear one of her shirts but she pulls it off you. "Nope. Uh-uh. Too hot for that shit."

After it's off, she'll pick you up and put you on top of her because that's how she's used to sleeping. When she realizes it's too hot she'll sigh and roll you off of her. She'll be irritated because she's not used to sleeping without you cuddled up to her.

She'll probably go fix the damn AC herself. (Edit: Sweaty Sevika with sleep tousled hair, in boxers and a sports bra working on the AC unit. Her muscles flexing whenever she uses tools. You sitting there completely useless, watching her work)

She’s the designated bug killer. If you’re afraid of them but don’t want to harm them, you’ll tell her to put them outside from your place on the couch, feet lifted off the ground and not letting the creature out of your sight. She’ll oblige, of course, and grumble about it. But if you’re not looking/haven’t noticed it yet, she’ll kill it to avoid the trip. When you notice and are sad about it being dead, she’ll make up some bullshit about “it was probably already dying” and “it came in here because it knows it’s a safe place to be put to rest”

When Sevika hears your stomach growl, food is immediately put in front of you. You eat half and go to wrap yours up, she’ll unwrap it and put it right back in front of you if she decides you need more.

Sevika will occasionally stop by the florist and get you flowers when coming home from work. Definitely expect some if you had an argument. She wouldn't know how to apologize and the brothel workers will tell her flowers work like a charm, so that's her go to.

Sevika's love language are acts of service. She's always working for someone, so she does enjoy it when you serve her. But occasionally she'll fill your drink, wipe off your seat before you sit, hold open doors, grab your hand when you're walking the last few steps down the stairs

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika imagine

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters Waking Up With Your Head Between Their Thighs

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ambessa x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, cunnilingus, blowjobs, handjobs, hair pulling (for Reader), praise, slight somnophilia

A/N: I don't know how this one came to me but it did.

Jinx would probably close her legs around your head on instinct. Given how many times you've eaten her out before it's not that odd that she'd have a few dreams about it too.

Seeing you eating her out first thing in the morning sure as hell doesn't make her wanna get out of bed any sooner. Oh there are things on the agenda for the day sure, but feeling your mouth on her makes all those thoughts fly out the window.

"I see someone was was having the same dream I was and decided to make it a reality eh sugar? If this was your plan to wake me up and get me to get out of bed it's working very poorly. I'd much rather spend the morning riding your pretty face."

Vi has never had this happen before and actually her first instinct was to try and kick you. Oh she saw you make your way down there but she thought she was dreaming, so when she actually felt your lips on her she tried to kick at you. Luckily she missed.

Once she heard you yelp she was more than awake and aware of what you were trying to do. She found it really sweet but maybe next time wait until she's fully awake. Like... right now for instance.

"Fuck, shit, I'm so sorry! I almost broke your nose sweet stuff. Now that'd be a damn shame wouldn't it? I don't wanna ruin you wonderful face. Nah, I think it's damn cute what you tried to do. Go ahead, then, I'm fully awake now and... well you made me all wet already."

Caitlyn would moan, so loud and wonton the moment your lips make contact with her cunt. Her hands would be in your hair before you know it, her eyes still a little hazy as she relaxes more into the bed.

She loves being woken up like this, especially since the two of you don't get much opportunity for morning sex. But by gods she can't get enough right now, of your tongue poking and prodding into her cunt, spreading her lips with your fingers and diving in further, making her turn her head into her pillow to muffle her cries of your name.

"Darling ah-! You're really going to do this? Hmm... you're very good for me aren't you? Fuck. Am I gripping you too hard, does it hurt? Then could you put your tongue in please? Yes! Gods! Just a little... there! Gods, darling, I love you!"

Ekko would be a little spooked but not because of what you're doing but more out of fear of someone walking in on the two of you. Gods know none of his friends would ever let him live it down.

After a little convincing, most of which is done by you kissing and sucking along his cock he can't help but lay his head back onto the pillow, his hands gentle threading through your hair, encouraging you to keep going, nice and slow, he wants to enjoy this wake up call for a good, long while.

"Firefly! What are you- oh! Hmmn! What if someone walks in? Don't worry about it? Well... but... gods your mouth... ok, ok. Go slow, go slow. You can keep going, just go slow, I want to enjoy this properly cause when the fuck are we ever gonna find the time to do this again?"

Silco is the last person who's gonna complain about you sucking his dick first thing in the morning. In fact he thinks it should become a regular thing.

He'd curl his first into your hair, not tugging or pushing, just keeping it there as you bob your head up and down. He might tell you to go a little faster if he has something more urgent to do for the day, but otherwise he's happy to enjoy a slow, and horny morning with you.

"Enjoying yourself darling? Don't be shy, get back to it, I quite liked it. Is this your new way of waking me up hm? If not maybe it should be. And don't worry, once you're done I fully intent on returning the favor."

If you surprise Sevika by giving her cunnilingus first thing in the morning don't expect to leave her apartment for the whole day.

You can leave the bed but she will either drag you back fairly soon or follow you where ever you went and have sex with you again. You can expect a few scratches along your back early in the morning as well as her pushing your head closer as she rides your face, urging you to go faster, deeper.

"Where are you off to sweetheart? You didn't think we were done already did you? Fuck work, you can't tongue fuck me and think that'll be the end of it. Now come back here, or maybe you wanna do it somewhere else? Come on tell me. Showers, couch, table, wall, I'll fuck your brains out today sweetheart, you can bet on it."

Viktor is a little surprised by how bold you are but he's not gonna tell you to stop, not even he's already so painfully hard for you.

He doesn't hold back his moans or his whimpers as he watches you with hooded eyes. He tries very hard not to make a mess of you but he can't exactly help it, your mouth and tongue and hand feel so wonderful. He needs to come, he needs to watch his cum dripping down your chin.

"Good morning darling, did you decide to have an early snack? Haha, sure, go ahead, I won't complain. Hmn! Slow down a little! I'm trying to hold back, I really am, but you... shit! Fuck, I'm sorry darling, it seems like I made a bit of a mess of you haven't I? Well we can always get cleaned up together."

Jayce would think he's dreaming at first. He'd grab your hair and fuck you rough, just like he does when he's really dreaming. Only when he realizes he's awake he would stop immedietly.

He'd go apologize only for his apology to turn into a long moan as you wrap your lips around his cock again, your eyes pleading for him to hard again, to fuck your mouth till he's content. He's a little hesitant at first but he can't say no to that needy look in your eyes, to your little whimpers.

"Keep going babe, take my cock, faster, come on, take it fucking deep in your... oh! Oh! I... I'm sorry! Are you... uh... that was... I thought I was dreaming. You doing ok? I can get a little rough when I'm... oh fuck! You wanna keep going? You do huh? You want me to talk dirty to you while you choke on my cock? Yeah? Go on then, it's all yours to suck."

Mel welcomes it for sure. She's not used to waking up like that, mostly because she wakes up quite early and is usually the one to have to wake you up.

She would wrap her legs around your shoulders while slowly running her hand through your hair, scratching at your scalp when you hit that sweet spot inside her. Might try to hold back her moans but will eventually stop holding herself back and scream your name as loud as she needs to.

"This is quite a nice surprise darling? Is it a special occasion or do you plan on making it a reoccurring thing? I certainly hope it's the second option. If you get back to it right now I might have time to give you a surprise as well."

Ambessa thinks it's quite brave of you to go down on her so early. She knows that you know how she can't get enough of you, and this certainly isn't helping.

She would pull you into a kiss, flip you over on your back and then straddle your head. You need to finish what you started, and if you do a good enough job, not only with you get to have your fill of you but she'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week.

"Sweetheart I admire your boldness but you should have known I won't let you off easy. Lay down, give me your tongue, nice and deep now. Good, you're being so good. Keep going, and when you're... hmm... when you're done I'm gonna make sure your can't walk straight after. Again, haha."

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel x reader #ambessa x reader #arcane headcanons #arcane imagines #arcane smut #league of leguends #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanons #league of legends smut

[archangeldyke-all]

Ok, hear me out... Sevika×Stripclub owner

Imagine Sevika got dragged into going to the club with a couple of co-workers one night.

The music is bopping, the lights are moody yet energetic, and there are dancers everywhere. Cigars, snazzy drinks, glitz and glam, just the works. But the only person who caught her eye was the peeved owner talking numbers with an investor over at the bar.

I'm sorry if this is weird. Thank you!!!

gonna change this just a bit and make reader the club mom (basically the person who takes care of the strippers, provides dinner, supplies, makes sure nobody steals their cash while they're working, breaks up fights, helps them with hair/makeup etc. etc.) just because i know more about it than club owning-- i used to watch club mom vlogs lmaooo

men and minors dni

crystal comes running into the back room, a panicked look in her eye. you glance up from cherry's nails to look at her.

"what's goin' on crys?" you ask. crystal runs to her locker.

"silco and his crew just came in! i gotta put on something sexier... these fucks got big fuckin' money!" she explains as she strips out of her bikini top. you raise an eyebrow.

"oh yeah?" you ask, returning your focus to cherry's signature red nails.

"you got any nipple pasties for sale?" she asks. you nod and wave her over.

"blow on these for a sec." you say to cherry. she nods, holding her nails up to her mouth, and you grab your duffel bag, hoisting it up onto the table and rifling through it.

"got some bedazzled ones, a few hearts of different colors, then the normal black and flesh colored ones." you say.

"oooh, sparkles! and i can wear my glittery thong with 'em!" cherry says. you chuckle, pulling out a pair of matching pasties for her and handing them over. "thanks, mom, i'll pay you back tonight!" she says, running back to the mirrors lining the walls to put her new outfit on.

cherry snorts across from you. "what?" you ask her as you return to coating her nails.

"you got no fucking clue who silco is, do you?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.

"it's not my job to care about customers, it's my job to care about you guys." you say. "who is he?" you ask.

"some shimmer dealer. he's gay, he just comes to ogle the bouncers, but he's got a big crew who love the girls-- he brings 'em all in after successful raids and stuff. they're all big spenders. 'specially his number two." cherry explains. you curse as you accidentally get some polish on her skin, reaching for a cotton ball and some remover.

"who's his number two?" you ask as you fix your mistake. cherry reaches into your duffel to grab a piece of gum, and you glare at her. she winks at you.

"sevika." she says around a mouthful. "she's popular at babette's too." cherry says. you nod.

"well, your nails are all done-- ready for sevika." you say. cherry giggles.

"thanks mom." she says, kissing your cheek before she saunters out onto the floor.

you groan, stretching and working the kinks out of your neck before you leave the locker room to do a lap around the club.

it's much more lively than it was thirty minutes ago, and you can easily identify silco sitting at the bar, cringing as three of your girls try to flirt with him to get him to buy a dance. you chuckle, approaching star to whisper in her ear.

"easy on 'im, he doesn't swing your way." you murmur. star snorts, then giggles and repeats your message to candy and shelly.

you watch as they all chuckle awkwardly at silco and wave him goodbye, and he seems beyond relieved to watch them walk away, his gaze wandering over to look at jimmy standing behind the stage, glaring at the patrons who get a little too close to kelli where she swings on the pole. you chuckle, and continue your round.

"how's it goin' mom?" trinity asks from behind the bar. you shrug.

"pretty good, how's it goin' out here?" you ask. trinity sighs.

"silco's goons always drink us dry. good for tips, but i'm gonna be exhausted by the end of the night." she says. you hum.

"did you get some dinner?" you ask. trinity rolls her eyes at you, smiling.

"yes, mom." she says. you nod.

"good. come get me if you need a break, i can take over the bar for a few minutes if you need a second to yourself." you say. trinity smiles.

"thanks mom, love you!" she calls after you.

you chuckle and roll your eyes.

just as you're about to return to your perch in the locker rooms, a scuffle breaks out.

frosty and buttercup are fighting over patron, smacking and pulling at eachother's hair. you groan and run over to get between them, hooking an arm around buttercup's waist and pulling her away from frosty.

"this bitch was takin' my money, mom!" buttercup screams.

"i was not, i was here first!" frosty cries.

the woman on the chair between them holds up her hands in a placating gesture. "i got enough for both of you, relax!" she cries. she goes ignored as buttercup lunges at frosty again.

"she pulled my hair outta my head, and she broke two of my fuckin' nails, she owes me!"

"stupid bitch, we all know those are extensions!"

"oh my fucking god, shut up!" you cry.

the girls both stop yelling, huffing and puffing in anger. you take a second to clear your head, then look at the woman still sitting in the lounge chair beneath you. she looks shocked.

"who was here first?" you ask. she points at frosty. "did you buy a dance from her?" you ask.

"n-no ma'am." she says. you sigh.

"who'd you give money to?" the woman points at buttercup.

"and that bitch tried to steal it from me when i wasn't looking!"

"'cause you keep trying to steal my customers!" frosty cries.

you look at frosty and hold your palm out. "give it." you say.

frosty gasps. "mom, come on!" she cries.

"just give me the fuckin' money frosty." you plea. frosty rolls her eyes then pulls the folded bull from between her tits, smacking it in your open palm. you sigh. "thank you." you say. she just rolls her eyes and turns on her heel, stomping off to find a new customer. you turn to look at buttercup.

"you've gotta stop provoking her." you say. buttercup shrugs.

"she shouldn't've fucked my man." she says. you groan.

"you shouldn't've been with jimmy in the first fuckin' place! you know he's a slut!" you say. buttercup groans.

"am i gettin' my money or what?" she asks. you shake your head.

"no, fuck off. go find someone else." you say. buttercup scoffs and turns on her heel, storming in the opposite direction of frosty. you take a deep breath, then look at the woman sitting in front of you.

"here." you say, handing her her cash. she takes it, blinking up at you with wide eyes. "sorry about that. tell trinity at the bar there that mom says you get free drinks for the night. she'll take care of you." you say to the woman. she looks over her shoulder at the bar and then back at you.

"y-you're her mom?" she asks. you laugh.

"fuck no, shit, do i look that old?" you ask, looking down at yourself.

you're in your usual get up, a bedazzled black velour tracksuit one of the girls gifted you for your birthday and a club t-shirt beneath it. the woman in front of you chuckles and shakes her head.

"no, you look fuckin' amazing, i was gonna be shocked if you said yes. why do they call you mom?" she asks. you laugh.

"i'm the club mom. i take care of the girls, break up fights the bouncers are too scared to get between." you joke. the woman in front of you laughs.

"that makes more sense. i'm sevika." she says, reaching her hand out for you to take. you shake it.

"oooh, i've heard about you. big spender, huh?" you ask. sevika laughs and shrugs again.

"yeah, i... i've been trying to cut back a bit." she says. "thinkin' about settling down." you laugh.

"you're in the wrong place for that." you say. she laughs and nods. "well, have a good night." you say, waving over your shoulder as you walk back to the locker rooms.

trinity takes you up on your offer a few hours later, tapping out for fifteen minutes to lay down in the back while you mix up drinks for her behind the bar.

sevika comes to visit you as you work.

"single mom and a bartender, huh?" she asks. you roll you eyes and snort at her joke.

"what're you having?" you ask. she shrugs.

"whiskey, neat."

you quickly pour her a glass of whiskey from the top shelf. as you hand it to her she grins.

"top shelf, huh?" she asks. you shrug.

"it's an apology for my girls." you say. "hope tonight's scuffle won't affect your impression of the club."

"are you kidding? it was hot as fuck!" she says. you laugh.

"yeah, i guess it was a pretty good show for you huh? tits swinging in your face while they were throwing punches."

"no, fuck no, i wasn't talkin' about them, i was talkin' about you." sevika says. you freeze.

"me?" you ask. sevika grins.

"fuck yes. you jumped right between 'em-- even with their claws flyin'-- threw that one girl halfway across the club too."

you laugh. "i barely moved her a foot." you say. sevika shrugs.

"'m just sayin'. gotta break up a lotta fights at silco's bar, but i've never broken up a catfight. girls are scary when they get the claws out-- they don't fight like guys. they go straight for the weak spots-- hair, eyes, throats. best to leave 'em til they fizzle out. you didn't though. jumped right in-- broke it up in half a minute."

you scoff. "fuck off." you say, shaking your head. sevika smiles at you from across the bar.

"you don't believe me?"

"that you found me, the fully clothed woman, more attractive than the naked girls fighting for your attention? no, i don't." you say, laughing. sevika just smirks.

"i've had plenty of naked girls fighting for my attention." she says. you snort.

"i'm sure."

"never seen a girl with balls like yours, though." she says.

you consider her for a moment. she's grinning, a sparkle in her eye as she looks you up and down, biting her lip between her teeth.

trinity finds you to take over before you can do much more talking with sevika.

it's probably for the best. she's your type, sure, but you doubt she was serious about all that 'settle down' bullshit.

the night goes by relatively smoothly after that. there's a few broken nails you glue back together, a few wardrobe malfunctions, a couple of spats you have to break up, but nothing like buttercup and frosty's.

as you're helping the girls count and band their earnings for the night, cherry finds you again, sitting by your side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"what's wrong with you?" you ask.

"am i gettin' old?" she asks. you look over at her to scoff. cherry's barely a year younger than you.

"you better not be, because that means i'm gettin' old."

cherry laughs. "am i ugly? getting fat?" she asks. you gawk at her.

"fuck is goin' on with you?" you ask your redheaded friend. she shrugs.

"sevika barely looked at me tonight. i'm usually her favorite." she says.

"no shit, really? she didn't buy any dances from me tonight, either." star says from where she's changing into her sweats.

"you guys talkin' about sevika?" shelly asks as she enters the locker room. star nods. "my sister works at babette's. hasn't seen sevika in weeks. asked her about it tonight, she says she's cutting back."

"who sevika?" mandy asks. you all nod. "she didn't spend a fuckin' cent tonight. bitch."

the girls laugh, and you shake your head in faux admonishment.

by the time you're clocking out, you're exhausted. you groan as you step into the back alley, a joint between your lips, patting down your pockets in search for your lighter.

"there you are, mom." sevika says, shrouded in shadow.

you jump and whip around to glare at her. she chuckles. "sorry. need a light?" she offers. you sigh, leaning against the wall as sevika reaches forward and sparks her lighter at the end of your joint, before leaning against the wall beside you.

"you just lurk in alleys for fun?" you ask.

"nah. i asked one of the girls where i could find you after work. wanted to talk to you some more." she says. you chuckle.

"talk about what? how you spent the whole night loitering? not paying my girls?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"i told you i was trying to cut back."

"why the fuck would you come to a strip club, then?" you ask. she groans.

"silco insists we all come. team bonding, or some shit." she says. you laugh.

"it's common courtesy to tip your favorite girls if you spend the night in the club, even if you didn't buy a dance." you say. she nods.

"i know." she says. "i was planning on it, but kinda got distracted." she says.

"with the fight?" you ask, cringing as you remember the way buttercup and frosty acted earlier in the evening.

"no, with you." she says. your eyes snap up to look at sevika. she shrugs. "you still don't believe me?"

"i-i dunno." you say. she laughs.

"i--" she sighs, looking away from you and rubbing the back of her neck. "fuck this is embarrassing." she mutters. you blink at her as she struggles for her words, and then pass her your joint. "fuck, thank you." she says sincerely as she takes a big hit. she exhales and passes it back to you, then looks at her feet. "i'm-- i had a near death experience a few months ago and it got me thinkin' about my life. i figured i should start-- i dunno, takin' shit more seriously, you know?" she asks. you blink and nod at her.

"sure." you say, nodding.

"so i started cutting back. 'm down to a cigarette a day. try to drink only on weekends. haven't been to babette's in a while. and tonight, i figured i'd let loose a bit-- indulge. it's fucking boring getting your shit together and living healthy and shit. i was really hoping to get wasted and stare at tits all night." she says. you chuckle.

"so why didn't you?" you ask.

sevika blinks at you, a sparkle in her eye. "i met you instead." she says. you raise a skeptical eyebrow at her.

"so?" you ask. she grins.

"so... you're not fuckin' boring at all, are you?" she asks. you laugh.

"i wrangle a buncha girls for a living because i wasn't hot enough to be a stripper myself." you say. sevika chuckles. "when nights are slow, i sit in the back and read. when i'm off work, i sleep and read. i'm boring as shit."

"and yet, for some reason, i wanted to talk to you more than i wanted to stare at tits and get blasted tonight." she says.

you bite your cheek, trying to hold back your smile. sevika grins at you.

"fuck off." you say. she chuckles.

"are you free tomorrow?" she asks. you blink at her.

"for what?"

"a date?" she asks. you blink again.

"you're... serious?" you ask. sevika laughs, reaching up to gently cup your cheek. your stomach flips.

"you're starting to get it." she says, smiling. you blink. "so?" she asks.

"i'm free." you say. sevika grins.

"cool." she says.

"c-cool." you say. sevika's eyes dart down to your lips, and you gulp.

"it would be weird if i tipped you, right?" she asks. you burst into laughter, and sevika's smile widens. "i mean, you were the girl that caught my eye tonight-- it's common courtesy to tip you, right?" she asks, chuckling. you snort, smacking her shoulder.

"fuck off!" you exclaim. sevika giggles.

"so that's a no?" she asks.

"no." you say, shaking your head. "don't tip me."

"hm." sevika pouts. "well... is there any other way i could show you how fucking attractive and alluring i find you before our date?" she asks, her voice husky and low, her eyes pinned to your lips. you stop laughing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"fuck off." you whisper. sevika smiles, and you slowly, slowly lean forward, until your lips are a breath away from sevika's. she shivers.

"please." she whispers. you smile, and then close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against hers. she sighs against you, her free hand coming up to grab your waist, and you shudder, grabbing her shoulders in your hands as you deepen the kiss.

sevika groans against you, stepping closer to you, pinning you to the wall as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. you gasp, and she hums, and the back door to the club slams open.

"mom, do you know where the extra baby wipes-- oh shit!" cherry exclaims.

sevika clears her throat as she steps away from you, and you roll your eyes.

"top shelf in the closet." you say. cherry giggles.

"shit, get it mom!" she exclaims. you sigh, and sevika chuckles. "oh, the girls are gonna love this! hey candy! guess what?" cherry calls over her shoulder as she turns to enter the club again, a giddy grin on her face.

you groan, rolling your eyes. sevika smiles at you.

"so... tomorrow? she asks.

you sigh, then nod. "tomorrow." you agree.

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[sihakadan]

how would they react if you told them to come sit in your lap to cuddle? really interested to see how jayce would react... or sevika

Lol, ok but some of them are huuuuge so excuse me if I make it a bit too silly. I just can't see getting away with some of these without some sort of mishap or major teasing. Like the challenge.

Kinda NSFW, but more implications than actual smut. MDNI.

Silco

-The look on this man's face when you ever so sweetly asked him to take a seat on your lap.

-Could not tell if you were joking or not.

-Cue long inhale of his cigar when you told him you were not

-Fine, you wanted him on your lap? Then he would sit on your knee

-Smirked when you hugged his midsection

-If walked in on, would act like nothing was happening. If mentioned, he would just tell them that the chair wasn't as comfortable

-High key loves it

Jinx

-In your lap already

-Will play with your hair (if you have any). If you don't, she'll scratch your scalp.

-She usually straddles you so she can talk to you face to face.

-Will fall asleep on you. Looks like an angel when she is asleep, head on your shoulder, relaxed.

-Precious baby

Ekko

-When you ask him, he is at his work bench, so he just chuckles and doesn't look up.

-"Wait, say that again?" He will turn around and look at you like you had just dropped a bomb on him

-Will definitely stare at you, trying to process it

-Shrugs and goes and sits next to you, making you pout

-Will sit in your lap awkwardly because isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

-When he finally accepts his fate, will lean back on you. Best cuddles will ensue

-Will ask again in the future

Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-So confused by the request. Also, he is way bigger than you? It would not be comfortable

-Did sit on you though to prove his point that it would not be a good idea

-You almost died

-Will instead lay his head in your lap

-Stares at your face with those pretty green eyes of his like he is trying to memorize your features

-That is exactly what he is doing

-Lots of palm kissing and will ascend if you play with his hair

-Touch his ears, you will end up on your back praying to what ever god your worship

-You touch his ears

Vander

-"Darling, I really don't want to get a medic tonight."

-But he finds it so endearing that you want to hold him how he holds you

-Even though he won't sit on you, he will sit in between your legs so you can at least wrap your arms around his shoulders, rub them to ease his stress away

-This brings about lots of cheek kisses, you whisper in his ear how much he means to you

-Man works hard and has a good heart. He deserves to be loved and held

-You will end up in his lap instead, but the hold is very tender

-The kids will eventually join you and it is the cutest cuddle pile you have been in

Finn

-Hahahahaha. No.

-Nope

-Will stare at you deadpan while flipping his lighter, head tilted in curiosity

-He's not gonna do it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand what you are getting at

-Drapes his legs over yours and teases you while giving you the most intense look

-Oh. Yeah, you are gonna get fucked as soon as you two are alone

-Runs his fingers over your jaw, shoulders, neck, and any where he can touch

-Ends up in his lap. I don't think I need to explain why.

Jayce

-You do this after a long day of Hex-tech studies

-Is very surprised by the offer and will actually blush as he looks at your lap.

-Wants to, but thinks he is too heavy and is worried he'd hurt you

-Still, he gives in and you two find a way to have him in your lap

-Loves this so, so much

-Also a palm kisser, holds your hands, calloused thumbs rubbing your soft flesh

-Make out time. He loves the tenderness and how gentle you are being. He is a bit of mess about it

Viktor

-Well, you can't sit in his

-This actually is a common thing you do

-Reads in your lap. Does he stop working? No. But he isn't ignoring you either

-If he is feeling particularly spicy that day, he will press himself against you, acting very innocent when you whisper his name with a strain

-He is devious and will run his fingers over places that he knows gets to you

-The intense look of 'I dare you to do something about it' in his eyes. What a bastard.

-Dare accepted

Mel

-Her favorite thing to do after a long day

-Likes to run her fingers over your exposed skin as you tell her about your day

-You hold her hand gently and she lives for it when you pull her closer

-Puts your head on her shoulder as she softly tells you sweet promises.

-Plays with your fingers with hers.

Sevika

-Babe, you are messing with fire

-Don't do this unless you're ready for sexy times

-Or in public

-She doesn't care if there is an audience so if you have an issue with it, best to do this when you two are alone.

-Smirks and gives a sultry look. You little minx.

-Your thigh is gonna be getting some attention

-But afterwards, it is the best. She'll pull your arms tighter around her and praise you.

-She is a tough, scary lady. But she is your tough, scary lady and has only given into this request from you

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