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kitty-kitty-boomba · 17 days

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Hi Honey! Welcome home!

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AMAB! Sevika x Reader- BUT IN REVERSE

JUST HEAR ME OUT-

Also- this shit is long as hell. Like, I'm actually so sorry. P.S- I ran out of steam after I explain the situation, so respectfully? Writing is a tinie bit trash- But just a little! Also, no rlly proof-read sorryyyy

18+! MDNI

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Sevika and you have been married for four years now- and today would be your anniversary. You were actually celebrating being together for 10 yrs, your argument being that knowing each other as friends still counts. Sevika didn't care so as long as she had you, so she was all gun-ho for whatever you wanted as long as she got her "alone" time with you. Point is, you been planning for this day a lot. Like- for two weeks straight- a lot. Honestly, planning has never been this hard for you. Which is funny, because planning a wedding and the fattest after-party is no joke. For other people, what you were doing is arguably too much. But there is no such thing when it comes to your lil' mamma [i'm srry].

To break it down, you were going to spoil her like she spoils you. And thanks to her Ovulation days starting right in the first two days before the anniversary- you weren't going to have an issue fucking her stupid and taking charge for the night. That was your ultimate goal out of everything- but nobody knew that but you. [lies- Sevika knows. we'll get back to that.]

1st: You would start with Breakfast in bed and kisses. Give a massage if she likes. Really just seduce her, and mayybe give her a baby edible so she's near putty because otherwise, she'd spoil it for herself. After she got her mandatory cuddle session, you'd tell her you have to give your mom something. You'd send her off to hang with the kids a bit before stealing her- promising you wouldn't pass 5 o'clock because duh.

2nd: Literally everything else.

Thankfully, the two weeks was just you trying to see what Sevika wanted as a meal and not you picking out a theme to decorate with. Decoration was easy: Dim lighting via the fancy light switches you had Sevika install years ago, fake rose petals, real roses for the vases, regular candles for the dinning table, and a few vanilla scented candles for the bedroom. [your like for vanilla rubbed off on her. you didn't want kill more roses. you love roses, you like flowers in ur in vases and said vases are empty. you will be too busy fucking, you aren't burning the house down with candles]

Sevika- like the little shit she is- tried her damnedest to distract you from your spoiling mission, because of course she is. She acted all seductive and fucked you anywhere-anytime so you'd forget about whatever you had planned. The only way you got your answer was letting her fuck you until she collapsed. She could barley think straight, and while you weren't any better, you mumbled the ask just for her to say the dish you both have been eyeing for a while. You figured she'd want that, but you still wanted to make sure.

Secretly- at least that's what you thought, we'll get 2 that too- You shopped all the ingredients for it two days before. [You hid it in the Last Drop's fridge for a day before taking it back home. Vander, Silco, and Ran were Angels- Helping you by getting the kids to not mention the weird selection of groceries and keeping Sevika from opening it herself]

You also planned to get the homemade chocolate from her grandma's, Amelia: Yours and Sevika's favorite sweets of all time.

The last thing was dress up, which again, also wasn't hard. Sevika always dressed nice because she knows how much the little things mean to you. It was you who was freaking out on what to wear. You took to your mom, asking to get dressed at her house because you were worried Sevika would find the clothes. You wouldn't be wearing them long, but this was a semi-surprise so you were doing the grand reveal bit. You were torn between a dress like usual, or spicing things up and surprising your wife by matching her style a bit and wearing a suit. Ultimately- your mom silenced your worries by saying that Sevika would love to see you with a tailored suit on. She got you one as her anniversary gift. You just about cried.

3rd: Execute said planned and get fucked. That's it. Your not sure way you wrote that in the list- that's something that's literally impossible to not do with Sevika as your wife... But who cares?

During the planning, you were buttering Sevika up. From high-end Whiskey and Scotch, to flowers and chocolate, you were laying it on thick. You know it takes Sevika a minute to warm up to pampering- even if the minute was just her trying to distract you- so you happily continued and waited until she gave you nothing but a whine when you dissolved her into putty.

On the night before though- you had a mini-break down.

You did a facetime call with Amelia and your mom, out on your balcony trying to stop tearing up and keep your voice down as you voiced how nervous you were. Would the food come out good? Would it even come out at all? Would you burn it- or maybe do something else to mess it up? Could you even decorate and get dressed in time? Did you have to do hair, make up, and clothes before hand to cut down time? What if you sweat it all of or smell like steak! What if-!

They silence you quickly. They're helping you with the little things, so why not a bit more? They don't have nothing important for that day besides sending little gifts with you. So, you all agree to take a job. The food is meant to be cooked closer to when Sevika expected to be home, but if you got nervous, you could cook and Amelia would bud if you needed her and put everything in the oven to keep them fresh until they had to leave. Your mom would help decorate if necessary, and your hair will be the first thing done and pinned up in pin-curls so it would beautiful after you get dressed. Easy peasy- and if not- they'll make it happen for their favorite girl.

That helped more than you could ever say, and you slept real nice that night thanking the powers that the sleep aids you gave Sevika kept her sleepy so she wouldn't spoil anything. Little did you know, they weren't working for you.

Sevika had both them, Vander, Silco, and Ran recruited to keep you thinking you were being slick. She tricked you and picked the dish you wanted almost since the month started because she wanted you to enjoy the meal too- plus, that steak looked freaking amazing in the cookbook picture. The whole resistance to your pampering was Sevika being her beautiful self. She allows tons of things, but that type of love is hard for her to receive. So on top of watching you, she pampered you her own way by loving on you a lot more and giving you cash to spend. You kept saying you don't need it, but that shy smile and the blush blooming all over you was more than enough to keep it coming.

The smug sex-distraction part was improvised at first, because there was no way she could keep her hands off you for more than two seconds. But after it became clear it was working- Who is she to not take advantage?

So, as you planned- she planned.

She'd let you take it away, whatever decore you wanted, and anything else. She felt a bit bad for going behind your back after you spent time trying to make things perfect, so she transferred money into you account everyday and kept saying it was her "early anniversary gift". She didn't hear the conversation, but they called and told her the morning of that you were very excited, aka their way of saying her poor baby is stressed out. She was ready to tell everyone to spill the beans- but after all you've done, she really wanted to treat you.

And treat you she did.

Come the morning of, she lets do your thing, it was hard not too.

But after you do your whole spiel and send her off- both plans go into motion.

She did her everything shower, oiled up, and scented herself to the gods with that smokey, musky, amber/vanilla date-night scent you adore on her. After, she went to The Last Drop. Ran did Sevika's hair, nails [prosthetic too], and makeup, shit-talking and drinking with their best friend to calm her nerves. They even helped attach the new "skin" Sevika made for her arm, The smooth arm-like copper remined them of the one she made for her wedding day, just a bit less ornate. This is the most she's done since her wedding day, and a part of her felt completely ridiculous because she's long since forgotten how getting extra dressy felt. She doesn't understand what's become of her right now, but she feels to giddy to crush her sparking confidence- these red little almond nails looked too good.

She looked too good. If she says so herself.

Silco kept the kids upstairs with cartoon and an excessive amount of Amelia's chocolates- so it was up to Vander and Ran to keep that fire going and have their friend strut her shit for her special day. The eggs are taking over though, because while they give her a pep-talk that woman is thinking of all the positions to get that baby [lil' shit] that you've both wanted desperately [as of two months now].

A once over and Ran sends her off, telling another crappy joke and telling her not to forget to fluff her hair after she takes the rollers out. Sevika had two cups a liquid audacity that was more than enough to have her strutting the streets with her silk scarf covered head and her painted face. Everyone is looking at her in awe- only looking away when they realize that they're not worthy. If you were here with her, you'd stare at whoever even dared to look at her extremely wrong. She laughs to herself at that, causing some to flinch and scurry back to their little corner.

Because she timed it [and cus Amelia told her so], she went home to cook her gal a meal with an extra dessert planned...

She's shocked when the food comes banger and smells absolutely devine. You would love this, you'd be so proud- that's what she muses with, and her cunt certainly agrees if that clench was anything to go by. When she finishes frosting the cake, your mom calls her, letting her know that your dress and on your way. She laugh too herself for a good 2 mins, the idea of you dress up and fighting the steak hilarious to her. Thanking her for the heads-up, Sevika ends the call -covers the cake- and puts on the lace number, her thigh-highs and garter, and the dress.

Yes. A dress.

And fuck did she look smoking.

She did a once-over and applied more lipstick and perfume, before speeding back to the kitchen to grab the fancy bucket Silco gifted her on her wedding day. The champagne and towel looked professional, and she's three steps away from the table to finish setting it-

Then the door jingles.

She's about cumbusts right there on the damn spot [get it? I'm srry again]. Almost tossing the thing on the table and throwing herself to you- but she rehearsed this- she knows what to do.

Fucking focus Sevika Lanes!

You open the door and drop both the keys and chocolate on the little table by the door. She sauntered over so fucking proud, a nervous flash making your diamond nibble her lips before letting go. A sultry tone nearly silence by your horniess.

"Welcome home doll."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes are everywhere. Where can you pick when everything's fucking delicious?

A black get up, there's no color besides a blood red on her lips. A fifties old money heart-throb is what your diamond is. Her hair falling just like that pretty hairstyle you see in the stereotypes, the one with a side part and covering her eye? Yeah. And the short hair was making things extra tempting. You smell her from here, you catch the teardrop pearl earrings and matching necklace you bought her decorating her skin. But that dress. The thing itself is velvet, a deep sweetheart with semi-thin halter strap making those pretty tits even more plush. You make her do a little spin, and it's low cut-out back too, the most sinful thing. The bottom of the dress is a problem. There's a slit, ending right atop her hip, the floor-length skirt making those legs damn delectable in your eyes. Fuck- is she using a garter belt to hold the tights? Oh shit, an actual- fuck- a garter touching your shit. Oh- heels.

You don't know you moved impossibly closer to her until Sevika nervously asks: "Uh- D-doll? Are y-you ok?"

Oh you just about take her on the damn door, but your nose catches something real nice behind her. Fuck- answer her!

"Oh. O-oh honey. Oh yes."

Your voice isn't above a whisper, your too in love to properly voice all the emotions you feel right now. All of them putting joy to shame. You hear her deflate almost, leaning into your open arms with a sigh, sucking in your scent when she realized you wore your signature: A soft floral scent, a bit of fruity coming through the hints of amber. It sound weird to say out loud to anyone- but it's so unequivocally you.

"Oh gods, good. I thought you'd be mad at me after all the work you went through to make things perfect..."

Her voice is shaky, not with tears thankfully, but with relief. She just keeps huffing you, just like she does when she needs to ground herself . You on the other hand? You are doing nothing wholesome, nor are you thinking it. You are acting very un-lady like, groping her ass and sniffing that scent that has you complete drugged. There's no way you could go through with this, not when her boobs touch your face. Not when she smell like this. Not when her hormones beg for your love. Not when-

"Doll- I want you to see something. Keep it in you pants a little longer? For me- MÍ Amor?"

This is when it clicks that's it taking everything in her to shimmy out of your grip. When you register that the thing your smelling is food and not only her arousal- You quickly nod your head and briskly let go like she burned you. It's that or your taking that slutty dress off. Mrs. Rabbit who?

She backs up, fixes herself and re-adjusts her hair, and takes you by the hand.

Oh gods: how beautiful she set this table. It looked fantastic.

You hoped you expressed as much as your mouth hung open in disbelief, then Sevika had the gall to hold her hands together Infront of her, nervous. How could she be nervous? Still, she nibbled on her lip waiting for you to say something.

And how she'd take anything to silence the ache in her chest. Gods, you looked entirely to good in that suit for her to continue with this dinner. Why do you always want to do these nice things? She needs to get railed ri-

"Diamond... This is beautiful. You did all of this?"

She give a little nod, her proud feeling making her all giddy and having her stand taller like she needed to correct her posture. You had a ridiculous smile probably, but you were so fucking amazed and proud of her, you didn't dare school your joy.

"Thihis is amazing love! Look at you being a lil' chef! You telling me you could do this all along?!"

She snorts a laugh, fully relieved that your happy and not disappointed that she ruined your surprised- but with relief comes something darker that's clouding 90% of her vison. You both know it.

Dinner's here- you're just missing the show. To redeem yourself you pull out her chair and have her sit down, pushing her in before running to your seat. Once your settled, you pour the champagne and give her the flute: Then she says, "Bueno Amor, open it. I hope you like it, I think I might have put bit to much pepper..."

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Anddd skiping to a blip of smut, I can't think rn- to much flustered. But know this- she brutal on the other side of the table and teasing you to no end. Horny she is- but she's making sure it ur problem. P.S- Sevika is bra-less, and ur telling me "girl- duh" but you don't get it. there's no pasties either, just pretty tities with nipples poking right through.

===SMUT====

Sevika doesn't know when you ever fucked her this hard. You're practically growling, and animalistic need taking you as you rail her harder each time like your thick 9 inches isn't stretching her to the brink of insanity. Oh- and how incredible that would be. Sevika can't fight it, she lost her ordering rights when she pushed you too far at the table. Even if you let her have a few seconds of control at the beginning. She's left trying to crawl away just for you to pull her back telling the nastiest thing in her ear.

"You think y' so fukin' funny huh? Wearing that skimpy thing, being a good lil' -hah- M-my good housewife 'nd not have may baby? But y' want that no? y'a want a lil' cake in there. Ya?"

And all she could do is sob through a moan, a babble trying to cuss you out as she begs you for more.

She gets that baby that night, but you make sure the next morning.

@archangeldyke-all- Hope you like?😭can't write rn- but hopfully you can do the dinner and the smut better?

Hopfully y'all enjoy too!!

kisssessssss

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

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 23 hours

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Right Where You Left Me

It always ended up back here.

You sat in a corner of the Last Drop, staring at the end of the table like waiting for someone. You always were waiting.

People would pass by and they would murmur, some who knew who you are from before, and some who didn’t and got the same old story.

“What’s up with pouty over there?” Your ears twitched as you heard some man whisper to the bar keep. The man behind the bar gave the man a glare, the only one in the Drop with seemingly an ounce of sympathy.

Before he could pound some sense into the man’s head, a woman at the bar interrupted.

“Dunno. Comes in here and just sits there.” The woman stated, giving you a once over as you stared at the door for a certain blunette you know a life time ago.

Waiting for four other kids to pile in after her, taking up space in your booth as they slid in, Powder talking your ear off as she took your Shirley temple to finish off like always.

It just sat in front of you now, untouched like all the times before.

You didn’t hear Vi chastise Powder to slow down as she gobbled it down, didn’t hear Mylo and Claggor and didn’t feel the table rattle as they bumped it from their wrestling.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear Ekko and how the tools on his belt jingled as he moved, slipping through the bar and Vanders laugh as he warned the boy to slow down.

“Gonna end up steppin’ on you soon enough, Ekko.” The man would say even if he was always careful not to.

You almost heard Ekkos laugh paired with Powder beckoning him over to share his own drink with her.

Time stood still, nothing changed, nothing happened.

Right where you were left behind.

There were no more laughs, no more bickering and no more shared Shirley temples under the limelight of the bar as a song Powder chose time and time again played while Mylo would complain.

You did always catch him mumbling the lyrics to himself.

“Think she was one of Vanders.” The woman finished off.

You pushed out of your seat with a rattle, getting out of the bar as quickly as possible to leave the memories behind.

You couldn’t remain frozen in time.

But the Shirley Temple, the laughs, the echos of the past would always keep you there.

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birdy-the-tweet · 7 months

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Character Catalog

Sir Aaron

Aaron Gawain Fox, an unforgettable name, is the renowned archer and infamous bravery of the Nexo Knights. He takes the title of the Emerald Knight and wears the crest of a fox on both his chest and crossbow.

Family and History

Danger and thrill were engrained in Aaron’s brain the moment he was born, but he wasn’t the only one. As the seventh child to what would eventually become fifteen, it was a family tradition to introduce each new addition to a chaotic, unforgiving world. Not that it bothered any of them. The town of Grindstead was already riddled with urban legends and superstitions, so they would all learn to adapt to the lingering disorder, perhaps even join in the madness. Fear had been an emotion conquered quickly by the Fox siblings, but it came easiest to Aaron. He felt no fear. Literally. He physically couldn’t feel any fear.

Their parents’ disapproval of their reckless behavior was a common occurrence. They had hoped one of their kids would marry rich, become successful, or strive to end the nonsense of the town. Instead, each one grew up to contribute to the chaos and become the talk of the town for the week, slandering their family name with every new story told. Life in the village by the sea was already tough. Their father, Lot Fox, was a merchant. Their mother, Morgan Fox, a tired fisherman and huntress. Both struggled to keep food on the table to feed everyone in the house and relied on the older children for aid, but they seemed to make matters worse at times. The parents still fight to keep the secret that Aaron is a changeling, possibly replaced at birth. Not even he knows.

The only other person who knew was the eldest of the fifteen, Vander Fox. Vander had been a third parent to the children for a majority of his life, paying for food and helping out when neither parent was present due to work, burnout, or another pregnancy. But instead of conditioning them to order and fear of the outside world, he taught each of them how to open their hearts to chaos and be brave.

All the Fox siblings grew up despising the knights and the system, and Aaron made it his sword duty to run them out of Grindstead. They believed all the knights were good at were wearing rich armor and abusing their title to strip the town of necessary resources, a fact they knew to be true after many investigations. With every stunt, prank, and scheme, the siblings hoped to scare or infuriate the deployed knights of their town enough to convince them to leave for good. Aaron, Vander, and two other brothers named Tommy and Thomas led the charge. Their stunts were so impressive, the whole town had their undivided attention.

On one horrific day, a prank went terribly wrong when a wild giant feline stormed into Grindstead and hunted the Fox brothers. Vander desperately fought the monster to protect his family and lost his arm in the process, but instead of treating the wound or escorting them to safety, the current knight scolded Vander for carelessness and endangering the lives of his family. Angered, Aaron lashed out at the knight by brutally wounding him with his own weapon.

Word reached Morgan and Lot. After a horrid argument between them and their disgraceful children, Lot decided to send Aaron to the Knight’s Academy as punishment. Perhaps becoming a protector of the realm would not only restore honor to their family name, it would also teach the children a valuable lesson in discipline, Aaron especially. With only a night to reminisce on the good days and say goodbye, he was sent off to Knightonia for four long years of knight training.

Personality

When people talk about Aaron, the first word that comes to mind is usually “brave”. He has been known for showing no fear regardless of the dangers presented, a flaw born of his fey blood. In truth, he physically can not feel fear, but he doesn’t know that, nor does he know about the horror of his birth.

His gluttony for the next extreme record to break has made many people call him reckless and self destructive, and he wouldn’t deny it if confronted. But he is quick to refer to himself as a chill, go-with-the-flow type man who always needs something to do. Whether it’s racing in the canyons or replaying a video game, he will never sit in the same place for more than five minutes.

Despite his collected, chaos thriving personality, Aaron has an ineffable distaste for the knights and a lingering guilt for his brother’s downfall. Perhaps he chooses to be calm for his own sanity, or perhaps he’s grown to accept his punishment.

Trivia

• Aaron Fox’s name is two puns in one. The name Aaron is (supposedly) similar to the word “arrow”, for his main weapon is a crossbow. Additionally, his full name is a reference to Back to the Future. The actor for Marty McFly was named Michael J. Fox.

• Aaron’s middle name is Gawain. Vander’s is Agravain, Tommy’s is Gareth, and Thomas’s is Gaheris.

• His body shape is very slender and tall. He stands at 6’3” and weighs only 145 lbs.

• He’s double jointed and can easily perform contortionist acts if he wanted. But usually he utilizes his flexibility for parkour.

• His eyes are deemed “colorless” due to their desaturated silver color. When a bright light is shined in them, they reflect the light off them like the eyes of a deer.

• At the age of 13, he got ran over by a cart and fractured his hands and ribs. Only his right pinky was beyond repair and had to be amputated.

• Aaron’s armor is the only set that consists of lighter steel alloys and sturdy leather. The fox ear piece on his headphones are hearing modules that increase his hearing immensely, and his visor is the only one with a glass cover over the eyes to prevent wind burn and give him access to a radar and aim-locking system. Additionally, his hands come with retractable “claws” to help with climbing, high speed chases, or melee combat.

• He is ambidextrous but often forgets that and will pick a hand when asked which one he uses more often.

• He is bisexual and is referred as he/they.

• He will randomly make fox noises in replacement of worded reactions to things. The knights don’t know why, but in truth, he and his siblings used those noises as a way to communicate with each other without using words during their younger pranking days.

• Shockingly, he doesn’t like foods that are too sweet. The other knights are in disbelief that he drinks black coffee in the mornings. But he does like dark chocolate.

• Indie rock enjoyer, but he listens to just about everything and has a playlist for every music genre.

• Skilled in a crossbow but can wield other weapons. He keeps a dagger given to him by Vander on his person at all times, and he’s able to dual wield short swords and sickles.

#lego nexo knights #nexo knights #nexo knights aaron #aaron fox #character catalog

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vole-mon-amour · 1 month

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1x09, part 2.

His little smile. Idk why, but this exact shot brought my attention back to his tie. He definitely dresses and undressed himself & I suddenly want to see that. What he's like behind that facade. No clothes, just skin and vulnerability. Alone. Sleepy. Even sharks need to rest and to sleep.

Shit, I hope they make some flashbacks to him in s2, because I am absolutely not ready for a season without him.

I see that expression, darling.

Oh, he's so afraid, so nervous when Jayce says that he wants Jinx. She's the only one he isn't ready to sacrifice.

He even holds his breath when Jayce says that. He's horrified.

Still "a brother". :( And yes, that part that drives him.

Look at this goddess. Oh, Sevika.

Scared, girl? :) Sevika's design. <3

One thing I know for sure: Vander did love her, a LOT. And she got the most love out of all four kids. The fact that in the darkest hour she reaches out to him in her imagination and he consoles her.

Crying ;_;

"Bravo, sis." I love this little monster so much. :(

FINALLY someone understands that. I'm so curious what will become of Jayce in s2.

Good!

Viktor seems... confident. Very sick, tired, but confident. And yeah, a darker version of Viktor.

This scene does something to me. Viktor in the background & it's always the three of them. And Jayce ignoring all the shouting because he only cares for Mel's opinion. The love triangle is so obvious. :(

Y e p. Silco only took her under his wing, cared for her, gave her resources to grow. She was always unstable & he let her be (mostly) whatever she wanted. Wild.

"Shees." WELP. I remember that during my first watch I held my breath because I, too, low key was expecting Caitlyn's head on a silver platter.

#jilco #silco and jinx #jinx and silco #my main tags:#arcane #silcojinx #natiswatching #long post #jayvik

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bladedhunter · 1 month

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which of your muses wants to marry / wants kids?

Thanks for the ask!

The marry list is longer, we'll start with that:

Naruto muses: Kakashi, Tsunade, Sasuke, Jiraiya, Hinata, Kushami, Itachi, Choji, Rock Lee, Tenten, Rin!

Other muses: Jasper, Robyn, Nami (poly-marriage!), March 7th and Sushang when they're older, and Tifa!

Despite being mildly to severely traumatized by the shinobi life, my Naruto muses who would want kids are:

Hiruzen, but all the villagers are his children ;)

Jiraiya, if he settles down with the right person

Itachi, but with who?

Rock Lee, but he reproduces asexually ofc

Of my non-Naruto muses, it would be:

Robyn, as she already has a kid!

Vander, who adopts all the kids (well, four of them)

Tifa, who just cares about all the kids

#;; answered asks #lol #hc #thank you!#you're meant to hate the bold text

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starry-nights12 · 6 months

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Longing (For the one word timebomb requests)

One Word Prompt (Ekko's POV)

CW:Implied Se///xu@l Content

I told everyone in the sanctuary I would be back in three days.

I'm proud of the community I created and watched grow over the years. I provided everyone with a sense of safety from Silco's rein.

I loved everyone there. Jinx being there gave me an extra reason to stay. But even I needed a break every now and then. Some 'me time' as Jinx puts it.

The sanctuary was my home away from home. I still lived in Benzo's shop. I grew up there and wouldn't dare abandon it.

I felt the familiar sense of her eyes watching me. I turned around to meet her gaze.

She was holding her arm behind her back as Scar grunted with effort; her frame was disappearing inch by inch behind the vault.

"Haven't you had enough of me?" I grinned crookedly.

Jinx rolled her eyes, chuckling while shaking her head.

Last night our clothes were strewn across my bedroom floor.

We panted softly, and she laid her head on top of my chest. She hummed in content, her magenta eyes glowed as she gazed at me with a sated smile.

She held my chin between her fingers and then proceeded to plant tender kisses across my face until her lips met mine.

Our lazy kiss steadily turned more heated and passionate. Our lust reignited and we had to have another round to extinguish it.

I flipped her over and pinned her hands above her head. She sunk her teeth into her lush, bottom lip then both moaned as we grinded against each other

I expected her to quip about how much of a self-absorbed asshole I was, she wanted me to get out, or that she 'hated' me.

Instead, she smiled at me. Her eyes softened and told me the three words she was too scared to tell me.

"Never." was the last thing she uttered before the vault closed completely.

I stood there for a good minute.

I understood why she hadn't said it. Yet my heart still ached for the words I've been longing to say.

"I love you too, Jinx," I murmured.

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So,here I was. Sitting in a bar nursing my beer mug.

The place was small.

The jukebox was playing a vinyl with ukelele music. There were hardly any customers here but I wasn't complaining. The beer was cheap and decent.

I wondered what Vander's would taste like.

When I was a kid, sometimes me and Jinx used to pretend the juice Vander gave us was alcohol. We laughed when we pretended to get drunk and throw up.

For my twenty-first birthday, I imagined, Benzo, Vander, and my friends celebrating in The Last Drop.

The bar would be full of Vander and Benzo's friends to celebrate our birthdays. We were happy with what little gifts we were able to receive.

It's in four months. The Last Drop had been boarded up since Silco's death.

I would love to have Jinx and Vi with me to celebrate. I didn't care where. I just wanted us to be together but I knew it wasn't realistic.

The two people I love most couldn't even be in the same room together without being overwhelmed by the pain they inflicted on each other.

Especially since Vi's friend is with an Enforcer. After killing her mother, Caitlyn would want to be the first to capture her.

I snapped back to reality as the sound of giggling disrupted my thoughts. A couple was sitting near each other at the far end of the bar.

He had his arm around her shoulder and she had hers around his waist. They were both holding their beer mugs with their free hand.

He leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made her nearly spew her drink and cover her mouth.

"I should fuck you up. You're lucky you're so cute." they both laughed.

My lips twitched with a hint of a smile.

I knew what I was getting myself into when I allowed Jinx to stay. But I still got a little envious of couples I see on the streets.

If our lives had gone differently then that could have been us.

Life would be great.

I had a woman I knew loved me and would continue to love me when we turned old and gray.

Jinx had grown into the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. I would be able to show everyone how lucky I was to have her around my arm.

I would ask Benzo for advice about dating and how to be a great boyfriend.

Vander has known me since I was little. There wouldn't be a need for me to be nervous about meeting her Dad for the first time.

He would trust me to have good intentions with his daughter and knew I would treat her with the love and respect she deserves.

Mylo, Claggor, and Vi would tease us about being love birds and how we should get it over with.

They would have bragged about how they were right to tease us about our denial of our crushes on each other.

People can freely galavant their love while I had to keep mine a secret. I had to tuck her away or else we both would be thrown in Stillwater.

I knew fully well that Jinx didn't have an ounce of remorse for killing those assholes and shattering their ivory tower.

The Enforcers would probably kill us first to take revenge on their beloved fallen comrades.

"They were good people." They would say.

Good people don't terrorize the people they're supposed to help.

Good people don't work with drug lords. They don't accept their money and let people from the Undercity die from shimmer or by their own hands.

We were good people.

But look what happened to my family. Our lives were irrevocably fucked over because of something I did

I thought we could have gotten a huge amount of money from my tip on Jayce Talis-The future golden boy of Piltover turned most hated council member.

We wouldn't have to go through another night worried about what we were going to eat or when we'd be able to.

No.

Instead, I brought Silco's attention to us. My actions became a butterfly effect of our lives being ruined.

It's my fault.

It's all my fucking fault.

The self-loathing and anger raged in me like a fire that was ready to combust. I doused the flames by chugging down half my beer.

I slammed my glass on the counter and panted heavily. I wiped the alcohol from my mouth and trail down my chin.

I signaled the bartender for a refill. She gave me a curt nod and filled my beer mug to the brim.

I was going to go home and pass out until the next morning.

I was going to feel good after a few more.

I was going to feel fucking great.

#timebomb #ekkojinx #firelight jinx au #ekko arcane #arcane #ask #julietwiskey1 #writing requests #my writing #I was going to write more but I felt like I was dragging it #I liked focusing on Ekko'a anger with the world #A second fic request i'm proud of!#angst

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freementallyillkid · 2 years

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Jinx x Caitlyn’s younger sister

(not my gif)

( This is in an AU where no one dies because I said so) +TW: Mylo makes one inappropriate joke ig

Word count:1,858

You remember the day Vander took you in. You got into a bad fight with your parents and ran out the front door, Caitlyn tried to stop you, but you were young and upset. Soon you got lost and found yourself at the bridge between Piltover and The Lanes though it was covered in blood and the dead people were fighting everywhere.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked at the horrifying sight before you instantly regretting leaving your house. Hudling against one of the pillars trying to hide from everything when a tall strong looking man with two other kids attached to him all three of them looked ruffed up and dirty. He looked you over taking note of your fancy clothes, “What are you doing here little one?”

Sniffling, you explain, “I got into a fight with my parents and ran away…”

He looks down at you with sad eyes, “So ya want me to take ya back?”

Shaking you head vigorously, “No, please”

He sighs and appears to be thinking about something glancing at the two other kids. A girl that looked about your age with blue hair resting on his hip and an older girl that looked about Caitlyn’s age with pink hair holding the man's hand both of them looking at you. “How would you like to come home with me and these two?” Think about it for a moment if you didn’t go with this man then you would have nowhere to go and you didn’t want to go home, so you nod and stand up.

He smiled, “Alright I’m Vander this is Vi,” He points to the pink hair girl, “and this is Powder.” The blue haired girl gives you a little wave which you return.

“I’m Y/n”

“Nice to meet ya Y/n can you take Vi’s hand then we can go home?” He asks. Nodding again you take Vi’s hand and the four of you start walking into the Lanes.

Time skip (3 months)

You were sitting on the couch next to Powder your head resting on her shoulder while she drew and Mylo who you met shortly after arriving along with Claggor was telling you about the latest ‘job’ they went on. Claggor was cleaning his goggles and Vi was sitting in a chair watching Powder with a slight smile.

In the few months that you’ve been living in the lanes you’ve grown close to everyone, but especially Powder most likely because you were so close in age, but also because she was so nice and she liked showing you her inventions and drawings.

Powder nugged your arm pointing at her drawing. It was a picture of everyone, but you took notice that you and Powder were the only ones holding hands, “Hey N/n the storys not over yet.” Mylo said, making you lookup.

“Sorry Mylo.” You said nodding for him to continue smiling for a different reason, your face feeling a bit hot as well. From the corner of your eye you could see Vi and Claggor chuckle silently sharing a look.

Time skip 6 years (you and Powder are like 18-19)

You ran next to Powder on top of buildings hand in hand on your way to some rich person's house Ekko tailed for you the Kiramman you think. You knew you used to live in this area, but you blocked it out of your of your mind or that’s what Vander thinks the only thing you can remember is a vague idea of your parents and a clear image if your older sister Caitlyn sometimes you think you trying to find them, but you always decided against it if they still wanted you they would have looked for you.

Shaking your head to clear your mind now was not the time to dwell on the past. You looked up when you felt a hand ghost over your arm, “You okay toots?” Powder asked with a worried look on her face.

“Yeah I’m fine Pow just thinking.” She nodded very unconvinced, caressing your face lightly before swinging down onto one of the bedroom’s balconies, you had a job to get done, you reminded yourself and followed her in.

After some (tottaly amazing) lock picking you were in and started looking for things. Powder went over to the closet and curiosity getting the better of you and went to look at a dresser covered in pictures and items almost like a shrine. Picking up one of the pictures you almost imeditlhy drop in a small crashing sound follows and your hands start to shake as you look at the picture now on the ground.

Powder quickly appeared at your side, “Hey are you okay?” a hand on both arms. Picking up the picture you hand it to Powder. She takes it looking from it to you a few times. The picture showed a younger you standing next to your sister dressed up like you were going somewhere. Powder set it down looking at all the other pictures were of you and your old family.

Powder and you were brought out of your shock when you heard footsteps outside the door. “Caitlyn dear, are you sure you heard something?” An older worm asked with a posh accent.

“Yes I’m sure. There was a crash then footsteps.” An agitated younger woman responded with an equally posh accent. Normally you would be out the door and runnig away by now, but you were both frozen in place Powder still holding the picture you dropped.

The large fancy doors swung open revelinge a tall well built woman with a gun in hand followed by a stricked older woman and a kindred eyed older man bith with streaks in their hair. The five of you started at eachother in shock the tall lady moved first dropping the gun and rushing to you pullig you into a tight hug.

“Y/n is it really you? please tell me it is.” She pleaded, pulling back, so she could get a better look at my face cradling it in her hands.

Almost in a trance I nodded and quietly whispered, “Caitlyn?”

“Mhm yeah it's me.” She said rubbing her thumb over your cheek, her eyes brimming with tears. You didn’t even relize you were crying till the older man that you now recognize as your father whipped a tear away pulling you into another hug with your mother.

Who mumbled into your hair, “I’m so sorry for yelling at you darling I never should have. We looked for you for so long, but the enfourcers said you were dead when they traced you back to the bridge, so we hired a private investigator, but they said the same thing and your sister became an enfoucer-” She was cut off by your Dad.

“We’re so sorry.” He kissed your forehead and pulled away, “where were you the whole time?”

You made an O shape with your mouth, your eyes darting over to Powder who stood stifly to the side. “That’s a long conversation.” You said sniffling, reaching for her hand which she quickly took.

Now you were sitting in a parlar area with teas and pain cookies explaining what happened sense that night. Powder standing behind you fidling with the collar of your shirt. When you were done your mom leaned forward from her chair and put a hand on your knee, “It’s okay now you’re home.” At those words Powder perked up.

“What you’re not leavin are you?” She asked gripping your shirt looking down at you biting her lip worriedly.

“No, of course not Pow.” You reausered her, putting a hand over her’s.

“What?” Your mom asked confused, “why would you want to stay ther-”

She was cut off with harsh, “Mother!” From Caitlyn who looked at her with a stern face clearly this was a common argument. Looking to Powder she gave her an apologetic smile, Powder just looked at her with suspicion.

“You’re not taking Y/n,” She said sternly, glaring at all of them.

For the first time in a while your dad spoke up, “We don’t want to take her from you or your family, but we also want to be part of her life. Tomorrow you and your family can come over and we can talk about it?” He suggested.

Slowly she nodded in agreement.

Thirty minutes and several hugs later Powder and you were walkig home when she stopped on the last building we walked on before going to The Lanes. “Hey you're not gonna leave us are you?” She asked face flush nervously looking away tuggign on her hair.

Quickly taking her hands you say, “Of course not, why would you ask?”

“Well ya know they’re super rich and your real family.” She said, still looking away.

I laugh quietly, putting a hand on her cheek forcing her to look at me.”It doesn’t matter that they’re rich though it is nice,” that comment makes her chuckle, “ you, Vander, Vi, Claggor and Mylo are just as much my family.” I tried to reassure her again, but she huffs and looks away again. “Hey what is it?” I ask.

She bites her lip again before saying “I don’t want you to see me as your family…” I raised a brow in confusion and she huffs again. “I don’t want you to see me as family cause I-” she struggled to find her words before muttering something under her breath and grabbing both sides of your face and crashing her lips against hers.

For a second you were frozen in place before kissing her back, placing both hands in her hips to pull her closer. Powder moves one of her hands to cradle the back of your head and the other one to the base of your neck after a minute we had to break away for air.

Breathing semi heavily presing your foreheads together. “Cause I like you.” She said, smirking.

“Oh really?” You asked, smirking back at her.

“Yeah really.” She answered.

“Never would’ve guessed.” You tease tucking some hair behind her ear.

Hitting your arm lightly, “shut up asshole. Let's go home.” She grumbled taking your hand and started walking again.

Time skip (1 month)

You were laying in bed cuddling with Powder, her hair resting head on your chest fiddling with her hair as she traced random shapes all over your body when there was a loud knock on the door and Vander shouted through the door, “Come on love birds we have to go or we’ll be late to meet Y/n’s parents.” We both shot out of bed getting ready forgetting today was our bi weekly ‘family’ night.

“Yeah hurry up and make sure to have all your clothes on!” Mylo calls shortly after followed by an, “Ow! okay I'm sorry Vi.” and Claggor laughing at him.

Powder smirked and grabbed your hand pulling you out the door.

#arcane #x reader #jinx x reader #fem reader #caitlyn kiramman #vander

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sakiblack · 8 months

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We were always ment to be

Arcane x female reader

Silco x female reader

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

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

y/n:There you are.

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

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

Vi:Y/n.

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

Mylo:Heyyyyy

y/n:Cut it Mylo.

Mylo:Yes ma'am.

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

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

y/n:What happened?

Vi:Nothing.

y/n:Dont give me that shit.

Claggor:We went to Piltover.

Vi:Do you have to tell her everything?

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

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

Vi:y/n we just wanted to-

y/n:Im disappointed in you Vi.

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

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

Vi:Will you tell Vander?

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

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

Vi:Thanks.

I sighed as i petted her head.

y/n:Inside. All of you.

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

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

y/n:Get in.

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

Vander:It was them hm?

His voice was calm.

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

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

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

y/n:Dont be hard on them.

Vander:Im never hard on them.

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

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

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

I asked softly.

Mylo:Yeah.

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

y/n:So what really happened out there?

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

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

Powder:I told you i didnt mean t-

y/n:A fight? With our guys?

Mylo:Yeah a group of idiots.

I sight as i looked at Powder.

y/n:Im just happy your all okay.

Powder smiled at me as she hugged my leg.

y/n:How did Mouser do?

I asked smiling.

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

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

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

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

Vander:Get up Claggor.We are going out.

Claggor:Now?

Vander:Yes now.

He said as he took something from Mylos hand.

Mylo:Hey thats mine.

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

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

Mylo:She is a problem.

Vi:Mylo im really not-

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

Vi:She is young.

Mylo:You dont have to tell me twice.

y/n:Mylo thats enough.

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

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

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

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

Mylo:Okay i see where your going with this.

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

Mylo:But i-

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

y/n:You should go talk to Powder.

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

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

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

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

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

Mylo chuckled as he stared at me.

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

I said teasingly as i gently pushed his shoulder.

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

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

Mylo:Remind me why we are in this dump.

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

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

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

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

y/n:Sure.

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

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

I said teasingly as Mylo started to shoot .

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

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

I sight as i looked at Powder.

y/n:Your turn Powder.

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

y/n:Bam! You go Pow Pow.

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

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

Vi:Right.

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

Mylo:Thats great.

He said looking at me in a sarcastic tone.

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

Powder:Hey guys.You should see th-

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

:Search them.

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

y/n:Be calm everyone.

Mylo:Go ahead idiots. We have nothing.

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

y/n:Sir i can assure you w-

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

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

Just then a leader came down next to us.

:Over here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yelled on of the man.

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

:Your just protecting your kids.

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

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

y/n:Savika.

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

Vander:Do i looked scared?

He asked as he walked to her.

Savika:No.You look weak.

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

y/n:Savika.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vander:What can i get you?

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

:Four sump rats will do.Search the place.

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

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

:Ill take the strongest you got.

Said the man as Vander gived him a drink.

Vander:mh be careful with that

He said teasingly.

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

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

:You werent always the peacekeeper.

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

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

y/n:Told you.

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

He yelled as he walked out of the bar.

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

y/n:Are you all okay?

I asked as i walked into the room.

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

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

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

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

Vander:I have heard this talk before.

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

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

Powder:Do you wanna help me make smoke bombs?

I glanced up at her with a small smile.

y/n:Id love to

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

y/n:Pow pow? You okay?

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

Vander:Y/n come with me.

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

y/n:Vander what is this about.

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

Y/n:What who would have-

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

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

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

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parvulous-writings · 2 years

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Eventually Together // Vander x Reader

Request: Ooooo, Benzo tells Vander "If you don't make a move on Reader, I will." Vander can't tell if he is bluffing or not lol. + I love the idea of the kids picking on Vander cuz he has a crush on reader. Maybe even does the "Why are you acting weird?" While reader is at the bar. "Oooooooo Vander likes her." Ugh so cute.

Requested by: Anon, and Anon

Summary: One slowburn fic, mostly detailing the actions of Vander’s family upon discovering he has fallen for you.

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Words: 10.4K

Notes: This is the longest thing I have ever written. It’s somewhat a slowburn. Enjoy. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

Not my gif

Like most days during the week, business at The Last Drop had been somewhat slow – steady but slow. It had been enough to bring in profit to pay the bills and clear the ledgers, but it hadn’t been enough to keep Vander’s mind occupied. His mind kept wandering away from the tasks had been provided with by his patrons, and to you. A mysterious new face that had started appearing more and more frequently amongst the faces of more regular patrons, not that he would complain about that. You were a nice sight – especially when he was having a rough evening. In some ways, you calmed him – your mere sight alone just made him… Relax. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain the effect, or the warmth that spread through his chest when you came up to order drinks, the smile that started to occupy his face more and more as your number of interactions increased. You had been coming for something near three weeks now, almost every other day. Vander knew that your primary reason for visiting the establishment was for drinks, business or both, like everybody else, but part of him wanted to believe that it was for him, too, for his brief amount of company. Though the rational side of him tried to dismiss this – there was little point in trying to give hope to someone like him, when there was none. There was no need to disturb the status quo, or to change things from the way they were. Though, Vander supposed, in some senses, he was lonely. Of course he had his four children, and they could indeed keep him company through long and restless nights, by distracting one another by talk of imaginary chases or dreams – but as much as Vander adored spending time with his children, there were other areas of his life that had sat long neglected, almost forgotten. Parts that, he vaguely hoped, you would be able to help him tend to – if he were able to strike up any kind of conversation with you.

So, tonight he had decided. He’d pluck up the courage to try and strike up a conversation with you that consisted of more than “What would ya like to drink?” He thought he had been hiding his nerves rather expertly – he had always been one to wear a stern and stoic face, even in the worst of times. This time, however, he apparently hadn’t been doing so well. The young Powder had noticed – rather quickly, in fact. “Why are you acting weird?” She asked, standing on tiptoes to see Vander over the bar, her eyes and the tips of her fingers just barely visible to the taller man from the angles they were looking at each other. Vander turned to look at her, quirking one bushy brow at her. “Huh? I’m not acting weird.” He told her, though he was starting to realise that this was not true. “Yeah you are,” Powder argued, hoisting herself up onto one of the free barstools. “You’re acting all… Jumpy.” She told him, placing her tattered rabbit companion up on the counter in front of her, as Vander moved to get her some juice. He didn’t much mind that Powder was out front with him, even with all the unsavoury people that were patrons in his bar; for the sole reason that no matter what crimes against Piltover they had committed, they would not lay a finger on the blue haired girl. If anything, they’d try and keep her safe, should something happen to her, and Vander rendered unable to act. “I am not.” Vander chuckled, a hint of nervousness starting to creep in to his throat as he pushed the cup towards his youngest child. She briefly glanced at the beverage, before quietly clearing her throat. On cue, Vander turned to reach behind him, grabbed a straw from a shelf behind the bar, before placing it into her drink. “There we go…. Happy?” He asked her, and Powder replied with a swift nod, and a wide smile, before starting to enjoy her drink. Vander chuckled, ruffling her already messy hair, then turned a large portion of his attention to the tending of the bar – wiping it down, making sure it was as spotless as he was able to manage, trying to pass the time and push down the rising nerves.

It was whilst his eyes had been trained on the grained and scratched wood of the old bar that you had arrived, pushing the door to the establishment open with your forearm. The normal hustle and bustle didn’t cease for a moment, but the young Powder – ever the curious child – turned to look. She didn’t know who you were, or that you were the root cause of Vander’s strange behaviour, but she would soon find out. She turned back to her drink and rabbit without a word, no longer concerned or as curious as she was before; for now, in her eyes, you were little more than a patron. Vander moved again, glancing briefly to the floor of his bar, checking that everything was in order. At first he didn’t register than you were there, but his step stuttered slightly as his brain caught up with his eyes, realising that you were there, and making your way towards the bar. The stumble was unnoticeable from a distance, but up close – from the bar, for example – it was, especially if you were looking, and knew Vander well enough. Immediately Powder straightened up where she sat, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “There! I knew it! You’re acting weird!” She exclaimed, and Vander rested a hefty hand on the bar to steady himself. “I am not acting weird, Powder. It’s fine.” He assured her, trying not to sound too harsh, and lowering his voice as you drew closer; “Now, behave yourself, alright?” He told her, before moving into a spare spot in the bar, where you’d be able to happily and comfortable order for yourself. You approached the bar with a sense of familiarity now, already starting to smile at the sight of Vander. “Evenin’” He greeted, leaning on the bar with one arm, “What can I get for ya?” “Just the usual, please, Vander…. Nothing fancy,” You told him, already placing the coin on the table for him to take – you trusted him well enough to not swindle you, and to know what you meant. You trusted him a lot more than most vendors and businessmen, in fact; you weren’t entirely sure why, but there seemed to be something innate about the man, that just screamed safe. You rarely argued with your gut, and this was certainly not a time to argue with it. Powder was paying close attention to the two of you, and once her eyes had flitted between you about three or so times, her jaw dropped and her face split into a smile. It was taking all of her energy to not screech out in pure joy, and so she just began bouncing in her seat. Whilst Vander was pouring you his drink, he noticed this behaviour. “You alright, Pow?” He asked her, glancing between the child and the rising froth of the drink. She gave an excited squeak, grabbing her stuffed rabbit. “You’re in love!” She exclaimed, tapping her feet rapidly on the bar of the barstool. Vander waited to pass you your drink before turning to her, looking more confused than anything, though he knew where she had gotten the idea. “What?” He asked, trying to give her a look to go to her room and join the other children, but she didn’t catch the hint. “You’re in looooove!” She repeated, clutching the stuffed rabbit close to her chest, before hopping off the stool and dashing off to the shared room – most likely to share her revelation with her siblings. Vander gave a rather heavy sigh, and looked to you with an almost apologetic glint in his eye. “Sorry about that…” He said softly, “She gets excited easily…” Normally Vander wouldn’t get so tender with one of his patrons, however, with you he felt like it was different – he somehow felt closer to you; though he was fully aware that you most likely didn’t feel the same way. You had just stood there stunned for a moment, before shaking your head and pulling the tankard towards you. “Don’t worry about it,” You assured him, flashing him a brief smile. You hadn’t realised Vander’s behaviour around you – though that may have been because you were looking through something akin to rose-tinted glasses yourself, the same as him. You needed to think about it now, needed some time to yourself; you weren’t sure what to make of the information now that you had been made aware of it. “Thanks for the drink, Van…” You nodded at him, before moving away to occupy a back table, not sitting at the bar as you had started to recently. Vander’s heart warmed briefly when you had given him a nickname, but then sank ever so slightly as you moved away. Part of him desperately clinging to the idea you had liked him enough to give him a nickname, not wanting to let that sense of misery slither up and overwhelm him. Vander kept himself as busy as he was able to for the rest of the night, glancing at your table every so often to make sure that you were safe and out of harm’s way. Each time he looked at you, he was met with the same image; you, staring into the murky liquid of your drink, brows slightly furrowed, engaged in a rapt contemplation, an internal discussion that would be better left uninterrupted. So he left you be. After a few hours, he noticed your absence, tankard left for collection on the table; he assumed that you had slipped out when he serving another patron. His heart sank a little more – though you may have been only a patron, a customer of his services, in his eyes you were special. There was something about you that added to the bond between the two of you, something he couldn’t entirely place, but was anxious to act upon regardless. If your reaction to Powder blurting out the truth was anything to go by, he’d have to be careful with how he approached the situation.

As the night wore on and customers dwindled and calmed more and more, the children Vander cared for started to show their faces. Vi was the first to appear beside the bar, quietly leaning up against the side of it, out of the way of any patrons that were straggling to get their drink orders. She leant against the counter, arms crossed over her chest, and a somewhat amused expression – a mischievous look in her eye. Vander glanced at her for a moment, addressing her only after he had finished pouring the tankard he was focusing on. “What do you want?” He questioned, “I know that look… What are you up to?” Vi scoffed quietly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. “Why would I be up to anything?” She chuckled, moving more into Vander’s direct line of sight. “I was just talking to Powder,” She told him. “She has some rather… Interesting gossip…” “Oh? And what might that be?” Vander mused back at his eldest, making himself look busy. “Mhm…” Vi’s grin started to grow larger, reflecting that mischievous look in her eye. “She told me… And correct me if I’m wrong, that you like one of the new regulars.” Vander’s eyes turned to her for a moment. He had known it was coming, but there was something about the look in her eye, something that was playfully sinister. Vander gave a heavy sigh, and shook his head at the girl. “Whatever Powder told you, it doesn’t matter, I can’t-“ “Why can’t you?” Vi interrupted, leaning forward as she spoke. “What’s stopping you? The fact that whoever’s caught your eye is a customer?” She asked, using a hand to gesticulate her point. “That doesn’t matter! When was the last time you had someone a little more like you to help support you, Vander?” She asked. She knew that Vander had very few close friends, besides that of Benzo. Of course Vi tried her best to support her father figure, but she was more than aware that what she could provide in support was not what Vander often needed. The silence she was met with gave her the answer which she already knew. “Exactly. And I don’t remember a time you actually liked someone besides us or Benzo… ‘Specially not to the point where they made you nervous,” She chuckled, playfully punching the leather covering over the man’s forearm. “What’s the harm in asking?” She posed, and Vander supposed that Vi was right. There wasn’t many times Vander could say that, but he’d give it to her here. “Fine, fine…” He mumbled, and Vi seemed momentarily surprised that for once the man was conceding to the fact that she was making a good point and case. She didn’t outwardly revel in the victory – not yet – but she would in time. “I’ll… Say something next time.” He told her, trying to move away and further down the bar, but Vi followed him. She knew that if Vander had chickened out this time, then he’d likely do the same in future too. “How about this?” Vi started, leaning on the bar across from Vander; “You close up early. I look after the others, and then… You go talk to Benzo. See what he thinks of it, ask him for help… Or it could just take your mind off of the situation… What do you think?” She asked him, and Vander considered it for a moment. With another sigh, he gave in – Vi could be stubborn when she wanted to be, just like him. Closing up The Last Drop before his regular closing time would result in the loss of some revenue, but he could reason that it wasn’t all that much in the long run. When Vander turned back to Vi, he caught sight of her signalling something – no doubt to Mylo and Claggor. She gave him an innocent smile, and the man sighed quietly. “Fine. I won’t take any more orders at the bar… Let these ones finish their drinks, then I’ll go see Benzo…” He told Vi in a hushed voice, not wanting the patrons to hear; no doubt a few of them would be unhappy to hear of this development. “But promise me this,” He spoke to Vi, catching the pink haired girl’s attention again. “You’ll look after the others. And you won’t get into any trouble.” He was tapping the bar with one large finger as he spoke, and Vi nodded hastily. “Yeah, yeah, I know… We’ll be fine,” She told him. Though he knew Vi’s history with those fateful words, he chose to give her the benefit of the doubt – besides, it wasn’t like the children would actually want to spend time with him when going over such personal matters with Benzo. Powder potentially would – but despite the nosiness that came along with youth, Vander knew she’d much rather spend time with her sister and brothers.

Vander had closed up The Last Drop early that night – managing to close not that long after his conversation with Vi. It was the beginning of the week, so it wasn’t entirely like he was going to be losing too much revenue, and Vi had been insisting that it was high time Vander went and had some time to himself – he knew she would be able to look after the others. No doubt she was going to take the other three youths on some sort of hijinks in his absence, despite their little discussion beforehand, but he would chase that up later. Once he was out the door – practically shoved by Mylo and Claggor – he supposed there was little else to do besides do that which his eldest daughter had suggested. The chill hit him immediately, even through his admittedly thick coat which covered his shoulders and most of his upper and forearm. He tried to hurry through the fog-filled streets of the Lanes, with little besides his jacket to warm his arms. It didn’t normally bother him, however the wind seemed to have an almost sinister chill to it tonight. He made the journey as short but dually as safe as he could. In the end it wasn’t the shortest route had had taken to Benzo’s, but it wasn’t the safest either. Either way, it had gotten him to where he had wanted to be. As soon as he had opened the door, Benzo made a comment, looking to him from where he had been talking with Ekko. “No haul today?” He asked, rather jokingly, and Vander shook his head as the door clinked shut behind him. Benzo dismissed the boy in his charge quickly, assuming that Vander wouldn’t want him to stick around for whatever conversation the two were about to have. “Drink?” Benzo offered, as Vander practically braced himself against the counter his closest friend always stood at. “Yes,” the barkeep replied, using one hand to wipe over his face, trying to give his muscles some sort of relaxation, though not to any avail. “A big one.” “What happened? Vi get into trouble again?” Benzo asked, bringing over two old glasses, which were much cleaner than they looked. “Or was it one of the others?” Benzo poured Vander’s drink first, giving the taller man a moment to have a few sips, before refilling the glass for him. “Not exactly.” Vander replied, his voice heavy with exasperation. He was unsure how to actually start the conversation he had come here to have, and that posed a small problem. Benzo lent forward, examining Vander’s expression with furrowed brows. Thankfully for Vander, he may not need to try and explain it all by himself. “One of ‘em say somethin’?” He asked, and Vander gave a subtle nod. “I see…” Benzo said slowly, trying to think of what could be said to put his friend in this way. “Something personal?” “Mhm… Powder mentioned I was acting funny…” He mumbled, his hand stifling the sound of his words. “Well, were you?” Benzo asked, genuinely. “You can act a little off, sometimes – when you’re not feelin’ right… Remember that time you caught that bug off Huck?” He nudged his friends arm as he spoke. “You weren’t right in the head for at least two weeks after, were you?” “True… But I don’t feel ill, I-“ “You didn’t then, neither.” Benzo interrupted, quickly finishing off his drink. “So, what’s the problem? You might be a little sick, big deal – what’re you fussin’ about?” “I like someone and all four of my kids know.” Vander blurted, no longer wanting to sit through the talk of potentially being ill – he knew that that wasn’t the source of his strange behaviour. “Like someone?” Benzo echoed, quirking a brow, “You mean…?” “Yes. I mean I like them.” At this confirmation, Benzo started to grin. Now this he hadn’t expected; this was news he had put far out of his mind, not expecting to ever hear something like that from Vander again. That’s not to say that he was unhappy about it, quite the opposite in fact. “Oh, really?” He started to laugh quietly, much like a young schoolboy finding out his best friend had a crush on someone. In a sense, that’s what he was – neither of them had really grown up that much. Sure, Vander had a hell of a lot more responsibility now, and Benzo had his shop, but at heart, they were still the same as they once were. Vander gave a soft huff at the almost constant chuckling of his closest friend, Benzo. “Keep laughin’. See where it gets you.” He huffed, running the palm of one large hand over his face again. “This is why I don’t confide all my personal stuff with you.”

“Who is it?” Benzo asked, trying to calm himself down a little bit more – it was a slow but sure process. “The new regular,” Vander replied, taking the decanter from Benzo and pouring himself another, more generous drink. “Oh, yeah – I think I know who you mean…. (Y/N), their name is.” Benzo nodded slowly, as he tried to recall you specifically, rather than just what information had been mentioned previously in passing conversation. “Good looker, I won’t lie.” He started, looking to Vander as he poured himself another drink of his own. “Be a nice catch… If you got ‘em.” Vander’s brows furrowed at this particular comment. “And what’s t’say I won’t?” He asked, leaning forward again. “You never know. Someone else might just… Swoop in, steal ‘em away…” Benzo shrugged. Vander’s jaw would have dropped at the implication Benzo was making, had it not already been clenched in anxiety. Benzo continued; “I’m just sayin’, it’s not every day you find someone like that round here, is it?” “What are you saying, Benzo?” Vander asked, his voice colder than he meant it to be, but Benzo was not deterred – he knew that the emotional reaction Vander was exhibiting was little more than pent up tension that was long overdue to be released. This was Vander’s chance, and Benzo was making it seem like he was a threat to that chance. “What I’m sayin’, Vander, is that if you don’t make your move on them, and soon, I might just have to do it myself.” Vander’s chest tightened. He knew what Benzo had meant to say initially, but to hear him say it outright was something different entirely. It was almost like his words had a bite that cut deep within him; almost like he had been betrayed. The act hadn’t happened yet – nor was Vander sure that it would ever happen – but the words had echoed in his mind, his lip curling up slightly in a minor snarl. He could hardly believe that Benzo would sat such a thing, and with such conviction too. Betrayal gave way to a burning and unbridled passion that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t quite anger, but it wasn’t far off of that either. Benzo just stared at Vander, gauging his reaction. He wouldn’t actually act on his threat – it was more of a gentle shove in the right direction. An emotional shove to be sure, but a shove nonetheless. Benzo was fully aware that without it, Vander would probably keep letting his nerves get the better of him, and he just didn’t want to see his best friend go through that – not over and over and over again, like it was sure to. This way, Vander would act quicker, with more surety. He always seemed to work best when under pressure, or when he could intellectualise it all, take his emotions out of the equation. The latter option was off the table this time around; so pressure was the only true route. You could say that Benzo might’ve been better off trying to gently encourage Vander to pursue you; but the vendor knew that all the encouragement in the world would not be able to get Vander to act on his feelings; the man didn’t work that way. Benzo was brought out of his thoughts by a movement – Vander straightening himself up. This was a good sign, it meant Vander meant business, and for Benzo it meant his plan was working just as he intended it to. “You ain’t takin’ them away from me, Benzo.” “What makes you so sure?” Benzo replied, not even missing a beat, and keeping the façade of someone cool, calculated, and in control of the situation. Vander’s mouth opened for a moment, then shut soon after – he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to the man, wasn’t sure how to retaliate. He sighed deeply, his hand coming to rub the bridge of his nose out of habit, trying to calm himself for a moment. Despite what had been said that evening, Benzo was still his friend, he didn’t want to say anything that he would regret. “I’ll… See you tomorrow.” He grumbled, turning on his heel, and making his way out of the shop. He needed to think this over, before making any sort of move.

The next few days blended together; Vander was predominantly occupied with his thoughts, running around in his brain – a flurry of scenarios, both good and bad, flashing before him. You hadn’t been to see him or get any drinks during this time, and he had started to fear that the interaction between you, him and Powder had scared you away for good. He had no idea how he would be able to admit to you or ask you anything now; though he wanted to see you again, he didn’t want to pry and seem like he was trying to invade your personal life. On the fifth day of Vander being in this strange sort of haze, Powder came and sat on the bar, watching her father figure carefully. She, and the others, had really noticed the quasi-absence of their father figure over the last few days – though that wasn’t for lack of him trying to be present; it was that sometimes, his thoughts consumed him, and he could hardly keep himself afloat in them. Vi had managed to cover the areas Vander couldn’t when it came to care, but she was starting to miss the loving and attentive side of the man that his children knew so well. Whilst Powder sat at the bar in a vague attempt to keep her father company, Mylo peered round a wooden support beam, eyeing the pair. “He’s been acting so weird lately…” He muttered, and Vi gave a sigh from beside him. “Ever since he went to see-“ “Benzo. We know. You keep saying.” The pink haired girl cut him off, pulling him away from the corner by his shoulder. “I told you – Vander was going to see him about someone he liked, and clearly something happened. But leave it alone for the minute, Mylo. I think Vander may be trying to work all this out on his own. He just needs some time.” “But it’s getting ridiculous, Vi!” The younger boy exclaimed, “It’s like he’s hardly here! Something’s gotta be done!” “Like what, Mylo? What do you want to suggest here? We go out and hunt this person down?” It was meant as a rhetorical question – but clearly Mylo didn’t see it like that. “Well… Yeah.” He shrugged. “What else can we do? I’m tired of just sitting here, and waiting for something to go his way. It’s stupid.” “Well…” The quiet Claggor started to speak up, “I mean, I s’pose we can go find whoever it is he’s… Pining after, and then ask if they’ll come back… But we can’t let Vander in on the idea, like at all.” He stated, and Mylo nodded rather enthusiastically. “That’s exactly what I said!” He exclaimed, and Vi shared a look with Claggor; they both knew it wasn’t, but they thought it would be best for everyone if they remained quiet on the matter. “Fine.” Vi sighed, giving in to the two boys. “Me and you will go ask Benzo if he knows how to find them, Mylo. Claggor, you stay here with Pow and make sure that nothing goes wrong.” Claggor nodded dutifully at this; Vi knew she’d be able to count on the soft-hearted boy – she always had been able to. “Right, come on Mylo. The sooner we get going, the sooner we find them.” Mylo gave a hiss of excitement, and hurriedly moved with Vi, slipping out the back door, whilst Claggor went to join Vander and Powder at the bar – he wanted to keep an eye on the pair of them, and keep the situation in a safe spot. Several hours went by like this, and Vander said very little to the pair – which was most unusual. Though Powder was unaware of the plan to try and find the person Vander had fallen for, Claggor’s mind kept wandering back to it, hoping that his siblings would be able to find something, anything that would be able to help all of you.

Thankfully, they had found something. Though Benzo had been shocked and even somewhat annoyed that the pair had turned up out of the blue, and without Vander, after having the situation explained to him, he was more than willing to give the two children any information that he could provide that they may need. You weren’t all that far away – not in the grand scheme of things. Only a few minutes from The Last Drop – and only a few minutes more from Benzo’s shop. A shared look between Mylo and Vi was all it took for them to come to the agreement that they’d have to pay you a quick home visit. Nothing to intimidate you, just to explain the situation to you, see if you would do anything further to chase Vander’s affections, or if you were to just do nothing, and abandon all such endeavours. It didn’t take them long to find your home – beaten up and dilapidated like the vast majority of The Lanes; not that they expected anything else. Vi was the first to approach your abode, signalling for Mylo to hang back for the moment. She knew all too well that he’d probably blurt something out that you didn’t need to hear just yet. Begrudgingly he did so, crossing his arms over his chest rather grumpily. It took you a moment to answer the door after Vi had knocked, and you eyed the girl curiously; you vaguely recognised her from your visits to the Last Drop, but you couldn’t entirely place her. “Can I help you…?” You asked, somewhat unsurely – what on earth was she doing out here at this hour? “Hi…” She greeted, seeming a little unsure herself. “Uh…” Vi wasn’t sure how to start, how was she going to phrase this? “I’m… Vander’s kid… The bartender from-“ “The Last Drop.” You finished. “I know who Vander is… What I want to know is why are you here? He send you?” You ask, starting to get somewhat defensive; why did Vander send his kid to you? How did he even know where you lived? Was he creeping on you? Did he follow you home, and you weren’t aware of it? “No!” The teenager quickly exclaimed, before taking a moment to calm herself down. “No… I came here to help Vander, he-“ “Is he in trouble?” You asked, mind immediately jumping to the worst. Even Vi looked somewhat shocked at the speed you suddenly came to this conclusion. “No, no-“ Vi held her hands up to try and calm you. “He’s fine… Well, not really, you see he’s… Well… He wants to see you again, and-“ “He wants to see me?” You echo, not letting the young girl finish her sentence. “Why does he want to see me?” “Well…” Vi trailed off, trying to think of a reasonable excuse for this, without giving it away. “Is it about what his other kid said?” You suggested, goose bumps starting to raise on your skin, as Vi went somewhat sheepish. “Uh… Kinda…” She shrugged lightly, “Listen… It’s not what Powder made it out to be, honest. She’s just… Excitable, and seeing Vander act like that is a little new to her.” Vi explained, “She meant no harm by it, honest. Just… Come see Vander for a little while… No pressure – I’ll make sure Powder doesn’t get between you again… And you can get a few minutes alone with him.” She offered, and you had to think it over for a moment, you weren’t entirely sure why. “Alright… I’ll be there tomorrow…” You told her quietly, and though she didn’t react much outwardly, you could see her eyes light up – something similar to hope glinted in those young eyes of hers. “Thank- Alright...” She quickly caught herself, not wanting to seem too desperate, for her or her father figure. “I’ll, uh… I’ll get going now…” she started to back away, struggling to contain her excitement as she left the property, re-joining her brother, who you could just about hear ask how it went as the two vacated the area, rushing back to The Last Drop through damp and darkened streets as fast as their legs could carry them, using what little will they had left to not burst out laughing with pure and utter glee.

However, the sight they returned to made their chests tighten and stomachs drop. Vander had closed up early, and was waiting, looking rather unimpressed, leaning up against the bar, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Mylo skidded to a stop, and Vi tried to close the door as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb the bartender. “And where have you two been?” Vander’s voice was low and gruff, but not malicious. All he wanted to know was the truth; he was concerned for the safety of his children, who had snuck out without his knowledge, and potentially put themselves in danger for all he knew. Vi looked up, ready to feign innocence, but her eyes caught a rather guilty looking Claggor hanging around the side of the bar. “We weren’t causing any trouble, Vander, we promise.” Vi told him, speaking calmly and trying to keep her father figure the same. “That’s not what I asked.” Vi fell silent for a moment, not entirely sure what to tell him. “Where have you been? Were you followed back? Are you okay?” Vander was clearly not angry, though perhaps partially annoyed that Vi hadn’t trusted him enough to inform him of her and Mylo’s whereabouts. “We were… Helping.” Vi said slowly, watching Vander’s expression carefully. “Helping who?” Vander pressed, wanting and needing to know more. Mylo tried to sneak away, but Vander grabbed his collar before he could get too far away. “You’re not going anywhere before I get answers to my questions.” He spoke quietly. “You’re both going to sit down, and tell me why you left without telling me, and left Claggor to ‘distract’ me, and look after Powder. You got that?” He gently pushed Mylo towards one of the barstools, gesturing for him to sit down, and for Vi to do the same. With a nod, Vander sent Claggor away and the other two could only assume that Powder had already been sent to bed. About an hour later, Vi and Mylo were released from their interrogation, and allowed to go to bed, the same as the others. “I hope tonight was worth it…” Mylo grumbled quietly as he clambered into bed, “Cause there’s no way I want to take another questioning like that anytime soon…” “It will be,” Vi assured him. “Just you wait. They’ll come around…” But there was no reply to this, Mylo had already fallen asleep; Vi followed about twenty minutes later.

The next morning was filled with an almost tangible silence amongst the family. The only sounds were those made by shuffles against the old wooden floors, or the ruffle of various fabrics from bedsheets or clothes. Even as Vander opened the bar for business, there was an unsettling silence amongst them all. Claggor and Mylo didn’t want to disrupt Vander, who was still in contemplation as he was going through the motions of opening up. Powder remained quiet because she didn’t entirely know what was going on, and she didn’t want to push things further, same as her brothers. Vi had kept trying to talk, but never got far enough to substantially cut through the sheet of silence. All she could hope for at this point was you turning up today, and setting right what had been wrong for much of the recent days. Business started slow, with patrons trickling in and taking their usual seats, occasionally coming up to the bar to ask for a drink from Vander. For the first couple of hours, none of the children had been able to spot you. “Oh, yeah, last night is totally paying off, isn’t it?” Mylo muttered sarcastically to Vi, “The ‘getting in trouble with Vander’ was so worth it.” “Give them a chance… We’ve only just opened up.” Vi defended, shaking her head lightly and trying to take on a façade of confidence despite her own nerves skyrocketing, almost making her feel ill. “Maybe they’re working?” She suggested, and Mylo scoffed quietly. “Yeah, maybe. Whatever. But if they don’t turn up before closing time, you owe me.” Mylo pointed a somewhat accusatory finger at Vi, who gave the younger boy a look of distaste. “For what? You didn’t even do anything! I did all the talking! To Benzo, and to them!” She exclaimed, giving her brother a shove on the shoulder as she spoke. Mylo stumbled, but managed to catch himself before he fell over. “Yeah, but I went with you!” He retorted, getting ready to push back, before Vi held up a hand to his face whilst looking in another direction. “Hey! You can’t do that, stop-“ “Shut up,” She hissed, grabbing him and moving him in front of her by the shoulders so he faced the same way that she had done just a moment prior. “Look.” She angled his face towards the entrance of the establishment, and he just managed to catch your figure blending into a small crowd near the pool table. “I don’t owe you anything now.” She gave him a gentle shove away from herself, having proved her point. “Now we just wait, and see what happens…” Meanwhile, you had been slowly making your way towards the bar, intentionally taking a slightly more crowded route to hide yourself from the bartender, the man who you had in fact come to see, with a gentle shove from Vi the night before. Vander had been preoccupied with another patron, and it wasn’t until they had left that his eyes met yours. You offered a tiny smile as he approached, leaning on the bar in front of you. “What’ll it be?” He asked, not expecting your conversation to be any more than this for the moment – he had planned to speak to you privately before closing, whenever you eventually decided to turn up. “Well I was hoping to get a moment or two alone with you… To talk?” You said, leaning a bit closer to him. Vander’s face went blank for a moment, before he glanced to the other patrons. Everyone seemed to have the drinks they so desired, or were too buried in their games and discussions to care that they were lacking a beverage. He could spare a few minutes for you, and even if he couldn’t, he wanted to. So he would. Throwing the rag he usually used to clean the bar with over his shoulder, he gave a nod to you. “O’course…” He moved out of the bar, gesturing to an empty table booth which the pair of you could occupy for the time being. “So… I know I haven’t been around for a few days…” You started slowly, trying to gauge his reaction. “Mhm… Was starting to worry something had happened to you.” Vander admitted – which wasn’t wrong. “Glad to see that ain’t the case though…” He gave a small smile as he spoke, the words coming from his heart. He had no clue what he would do if he was unable to see your face for the rest of his life. As stupid as it sounded when he considered it, he wanted to see your face every day – morning and night – for the rest of his life. “Yeah…” You said slowly. “To be honest… I was a little bit nervous on coming back here, after the kid…” Vander sighed quietly at your words. “I’m… I’m really sorry about her… She just gets so excited about things, and doesn’t always know not to mention things…” He said, his palm coming to meet half of his face, as if rubbing it would rid him of his problems and embarrassment. “No, no, it’s alright… I was kinda more shocked and nervous about the fact that, well… She’s right, isn’t she?” You gave a small pause. “About you liking me?” A silence hung over the pair of you for a moment, as Vander tried to find the right words to respond with. This wasn’t like a debate over payment, he had to be careful over his words – he wanted to be careful. He wanted to do this right. Or as right as he could give how the situation had already been affected. “Yeah… Yeah, she was…” Vander said quietly, clearing his throat. A nervous nausea passed through him, but he was determined to push through it. “I just… It’s a kind of new thing for me… Well, not really, but… It’s been a long time. I didn’t want to say anythin’ initially, cause… Well I hate to say it, and I’m not meanin’ to be rude, but… You’re a new face…” He paused for a moment, trying to see what your thoughts were. “And I didn’t want you thinkin’ I was just… Some guy who falls for someone just on sight, as nice as it might sound in stories…” He trailed off again, feeling like he was starting to dig himself into a hole he wouldn’t be able to get himself out of again. “I, uh… I don’t want things to be awkward between us. Truth is, I like havin’ you around. You’re a nice person to be around. It’s nice speakin’ to you – as short as our conversations normally are…” He chuckled awkwardly, wanting you to say something, anything. You had been too quiet for him to keep talking – not even a hum or chuckle had passed your lips. You could reject him for all he cared right now, but his stomach was doing flip after flip, tying itself in a vast array of knots, waiting on edge for you to speak. “I like speaking with you too.” You said simply, and immediately Vander started to feel a weight life off his shoulders. “You know… You’re not like a lot of the others down here in the Lanes…” “Well, I wouldn’t go that far-“ “But it’s true, Vander. You don’t solely look out for yourself, do you? You look out for others, and for your family…” You pointed out, and he couldn’t exactly deny that. His family and his people came before him in every situation that he could imagine. “There aren’t many people down here who think that way… I like it.” Vander perked up at this – you could see it in those grey eyes of his. He couldn’t believe it. Not only had you noticed that he thought and acted with others in mind before himself, but you liked it. You admired it. It soothed him in a way he could not put into words. “You do?” Was all he could reply with, dumbstruck and utterly head over heels for you. You hummed and nodded, and Vander noticed the smile on your lips. “Why wouldn’t I?” You chuckled in response to him, and Vander’s head dipped down for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his face, mirroring your own. He couldn’t help it. There was something so innately contagious about your smile, to him at least. He shrugged lightly in a final response to your question, his gaze moving to meet your eyes again. “I… Dunno…” He replied slowly, before shifting in his seat. “But… Since you think that way, I do have somethin’ to ask you…” This was it. This was the big one – what he had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to do, the thing that Benzo had been pushing him to ask. You quirked your brow at this, trying to quietly prompt him to continue. Vander noticed, and tried to quietly clear his throat, simultaneously attempting to push down some of his nerves, not that it worked very well. “I was wonderin’… If you maybe wanted to… Come round here more often – out of hours, I mean. Or maybe… Go find somewhere decent to have a meal together.” He stumbled a little bit over his words, but he largely thought that he did relatively well, considering the nerves that had been piling and building up for so long. The silence that followed his words seemed like one whole torturous eternity, something that he couldn’t get out of, would never escape. He dared think that this suspense rivalled the day which he and the rest of the Lanes tried to cross the bridge. That unnerving, unparalleled and undeniable feeling of dread deep down in his gut, which only ever seemed to fade, rather than leave completely. “Sure,” Was the simple but goodhearted reply that came from you – turns out it hadn’t been an eternity, but rather only a few seconds. Vander couldn’t quite believe that you’d so soon and so readily accepted his offer, but that wasn’t to say he was upset about it – no, quite the opposite in fact. He was overjoyed. “Really?” He asked, before shaking his head – why was he asking that? Of course you really meant it; you had never struck him as the type to deceive, and the look in your eyes was nothing short of a joyous glinting glow. “I mean… Good, great… Glad to hear it…” He smiled, the Hound made nervous by your presence, and by the prospect of your now budding relationship. “How about… Wednesday?” “Wednesday?” You echoed, thinking briefly, before starting to nod. “Sure, Wednesday is good… You got any place in mind?” You ask, just in case he had already started to formulate something in his mind – you never knew with Vander. He may be ‘getting on in years’ as you had heard him often joke about, but his mind was just as sharp as you had heard it to be so many years ago. He began to nod, his eyes flitting briefly to his large hands as they fidgeted on the table, trying to alleviate the remaining nerves in Vander’s mind. “Yeah… You could come here for the evenin’… I can cook us somethin’ – if you’d like, of course.” He flashed you a small smile. He knew his cooking could at times leave a lot to be desired, but regardless, he wanted to offer this hospitality to you. He wanted to prove further that he wasn’t like most others in the Underground – just like you had pointed out to him. He would not brag about this elsewhere, but if it were something about him that you liked, then what was the harm in highlighting that further to you? In the city of Zaun, there was very rarely a time where abundance or focus on a good thing became too much. You nodded happily, and opened your mouth to say something excitedly in reply, before being abruptly cut off by a yell from a patron – vying for Vander’s attention, and unfortunately winning it from you. Vander glanced to you, his eyes full of nothing short of a sincere apology, but he had no time to say anything more as he got to his feet and returned to the bar. So, there you sat for a short while longer, almost dumbfounded. A date with the famed Hound of the Underground, seemingly arranged in part by his young daughter, much to your surprise. She had prompted that night’s encounter and subsequent plans for a date on Wednesday at the very least, it seemed. You didn’t spend much longer in that booth – wanting to return home and quietly imagine what Wednesday night would be like. What would Vander try and cook for the pair of you? Surely it would be better than any of the street food that you often had to purchase from a back alley, late at night with no other means of sustenance. It wasn’t the most glamourous of lifestyles, you knew that. You didn’t have to be from Piltover to know that life in Zaun was no picnic, that there was so much missing, and there was little to make do with. Vander had noticed your absence as soon as there was a lack of patrons to occupy his attention; a mere few minutes after you had left. He sighed quietly, regretting not giving you the proper goodbye which you had deserved, but quickly geared his mind towards Wednesday, the same as you had, giving himself some sort of hope in the forever looming fog of the Underground.

Wednesday had come far quicker than either of you had expected. Ordinarily, days crawled along, as if intentionally trying to draw themselves out for longer, to further torment the inhabitants of the Underground, to force them to endure hardship for just that bit longer – working in the mines, scarpering along streets in search of food or safety, it didn’t matter what they were doing. Time wore on, a merciless master to those who had no choice but to yield to it. Despite this, it seemed that whatever power oversaw your lives took pity on you and Vander, a blossoming love in an unforgiving world. In the momentary respite it gave the pair of you, you both managed to actually enjoy some of the day whilst you both tried to get ready for that evening. Vander had closed up early, and the kids had helped him in various ways; Mylo and Powder had made it a competition between themselves to see who could tidy and decorate more, with Vi as their overseer, whilst Claggor had helped him in the kitchen, assisting more with the cleaning and defending the food from Mylo, than with the actual cooking. With their combined help, and his own efforts, Vander believed that the evening was setting up to be at least somewhat successful. As Vander left to briefly groom himself, and make sure he looked his best for you, Vi turned to her three siblings, placing her hands on her hips. “No funny business tonight,” She said seriously, “Vander’s stressed and worried enough as it is… The least we can do is give him some peace of mind by staying out of the way, just for tonight.” Her gaze moved pointedly to Mylo, who although she knew he had been on relatively good behaviour when they had gone to see you, she was aware that good streak could quickly come to an end. Powder and Claggor nodded dutifully – neither of them had any complaints about this evening. “What?” Mylo exclaimed, feeling rather singled out. “I haven’t done anything!” “That’s exactly why I’m giving you this look,” Vi gestured to her face with one finger. “If you step even a toe out of line tonight, you don’t even want to know what I’ll do. Vander’s done a hell of a lot for us – the least we can do to pay him back for it is letting him have some semblance of a normal love-life. We’ve done all we can on the actively involved side. Now it’s time to stay out of the way.” “That’s enough, Vi, I think they all get the idea…” Vander called to her, scratching his beard as he rounded the corner into view. “Just… All of you get to bed, okay? I’ll have a think about some kind o’reward for you all… If tonight goes well.” He joked with a quiet chuckled, though the noise betrayed the nerves that wracked every part of his body. He cleared his throat to try and cover the noise, before speaking again; “Now, off with you.” With that, the children scarpered at various speeds, Vi hanging round just long enough to flash Vander a comforting smile.

It wasn’t too long after that that Vander had welcomed you once again into The Last Drop – though on a much more personal level, this time. He was rather relieved to see that neither of you had dressed particularly fancy – Vander had worn his usual white and blue shirt, minus the brown jacket that ordinarily covered his broad shoulders. You had worn an outfit that he hadn’t seen before, but looked no more glamorous than his own, even by the low standards of Zaun. It was a simple outfit, but one that he felt suited you. A simple black top – made out of a fuzzy looking material – and very similar jeans to his own, brown and a rough material that could weather almost any situation. “Now, I’m hopin’ that the food is to your taste…” Vander spoke to you, balancing one plate on each hand as he approached the table you had seated yourself at. “It ain’t much, but… It should be fillin’ at the very least…” He joked, not having overwhelming faith in his cooking skills; he had certainly not tried to cook to impress before. Indeed, the meal was simple; comprised of the Underground’s fish substitute and some assorted edible foliage meant to imitate the rather elaborate salads topsiders consumed – but it still brought a warm smile to your face. “It looks and smells wonderful...” You told him, and just like the night when you had accepted his offer of a date, his eyes lit up. “Thank you…” He said softly, as he took the seat across from you. The meal he had prepared for you both was just as nice as you had imagined, if not nicer – you hadn’t had a meal like this for a very long time, such opportunities just didn’t come around that often in the Underground. The conversation that you and Vander shared over the course of dinner, too, was a nice break from the norm. For him, it was a break from the stress of managing a bar night after night, keeping a close and watchful eye over each and every patron and their business, and of course his four children, who could cause a large amount of trouble for Vander in their own various ways. For you, it was a wonderful break from the monotony that so often plagued your nights; spent alone in a home that barely had four walls and a roof, doing nothing more than trying to get by. You talked about anything that came into your minds – Topsiders and their audacity, Vander’s children and the Last Drop, the past and the things you so desired to gain in the future, no matter how far away or impossible they may seem. Vander had told you he hoped for nothing for himself, but rather for a better life for his people, and your heart ached for him. Again you saw the Vander that put his own needs and desires aside for the good of others, and you began to wonder how long exactly he had been acting in this way – from the sounds of it, it was far too long. “Have you ever thought of, y’know… Doing something for yourself for once? A day off? Some time with your kids? Something like that?” You asked him, leaning on the table, plates now empty and pushed aside. Vander shrugged, as he leant back in his chair with a rather heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it… But I wouldn’t want to get into the habit,” He replied, honestly. “Besides… Tonight’s kind of a ‘for me’ thing… I get to spend time with you.” You ignored the heat that undeniably spread throughout your cheeks at such an offhand comment from him – something that so easily and so comfortably passed his lips. You couldn’t deny, either, the feeling of longing that accompanied this; you wanted to get used to that kind of comment. Not just from anyone, but from Vander. The Hound of the Underground, who always seemed so tough, always on guard. You could happily get used to this softer side of him. “So… Are you saying you’d want to do this again, sometime?” You asked, gently probing the subject of perhaps the pair of you becoming a more official item. Vander caught onto your game quickly. “Yeah… Yeah, I s’pose I am…” He nodded, leaning forward and covering one of your hands with his much larger one. “I mean… If you wanted that… An’ if you don’t mind the kids…” He told you, eyeing your expression carefully. This was him sussing out if you minded about the kids – and ergo if you were truly worth pursuing or keeping around. You chuckled and averted your gaze for a moment, just as he was privy to your line of questioning, you were privy to his. “’Course I don’t mind them…” You told him, and you didn’t – besides that initial meeting with the young Powder which had rather surprised you with the girl’s lack of filter. But you had also seen a more caring side of the wards Vander clearly cared so much for, when they had sought you out without any command from Vander himself. “They’re good kids…” Vander nodded in agreement with this – he thought exactly the same, even when they were causing almost ungodly amounts of mischief, both in Zaun and Piltover. “Clearly they learnt from a decent role model…” You joked, nodded briefly to him, and Vander slowly shook his head. “No, no… I wouldn’t call myself that…” Vander brushed away the credit you were trying to give him. “I’ve guided them in the past, sure, but for the most part… They’ve made their own decisions, and learnt from their own mistakes…” You didn’t doubt this to be true, at least in part, but you found it odd that Vander was eschewing any responsibility in that sense; though you didn’t dwell on it for too long, sensing that perhaps it would be somewhat of a sensitive subject for him.

“So,” Your voice pierced through the momentary silence that found the pair of you. “Do you think this will become… A regular thing? Like… Do you want it to become a regular thing?” You asked him, voicing a question that had been cropping up in both of your minds. Vander leant forward in his seat, nodding subtly. “I… I do. I think we will become somethin’… I want us to, at least...” He mumbled, his eyes flicking to yours, seeking some comfort. They found it there, the warmth of compassion embedded deep within your irises which enchanted him now, in the low flicker of the candlelight, more so than they had ever managed to before. “An’ I think… I think you should start comin’ around here more often… Get to know a few other regulars, like…” He suggested, “You might get to meet a few of my ol’ friends… And even if you don’t want to do that, you’ll have a chance to spend some time with me…” He offered you a smile as he finished speaking. You nodded, rather enthusiastically, and Vander began to get to his feet as you took your turn to talk. “I’d like that, actually… That way I can get all the good stories, can’t I?” You joked, picking up your plate before Vander could reach over to collect it. “Already heard a good few from Benzo, I think.... You overhear, things, sometimes…” You chuckled, having noticed the somewhat shocked look that began to manifest itself on his features; Benzo knew a great many things about him, some that he would perhaps not like you to know about, for the time being. The both of you continued to banter in a comfortable, and natural back and forth, until the dishes had been cleaned and dried, with a form of teamwork that mirrored the way you spoke with one another – somehow totally and utterly in sync. Then came the question of sleeping – you had told Vander you’d easily be able to make it home, however Vander had vetoed your plan of returning home, not at so late an hour. “Listen, I won’t make you sleep in the same bed as me or anythin’, I can sleep on the couch, but please, don’t risk goin’ out there so late. We both know there are people out there best left alone at this time of night…” He warned, his voice lowering to an almost dangerous tone. “You can borrow an old shirt, if you need something to sleep in…” He told you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to decline that; so, with a smile and quick but tired mumble of thanks as fatigue overtook your limbs, you draped Vander’s shirt over your body, and promptly passed out in his bed, sprawled across the sheets. Vander had come to check on you not long after – having just made sure the kids were safe, sound and asleep, which thankfully they were, and had to stifle the chuckle that rose in his throat. He slowly moved round the bed, stepping carefully as to avoid the floorboards he knew creaked under any sort of weight, to try and get you to lay more comfortably. He was careful when moving you – his large hands being so dainty and delicate, so as not to wake you. He pulled the covers up to around your waist, unsure of how you usually liked them, before trading the same path he had taken from doorway to bed. He turned to look at you over his shoulder, a warm smile gracing his worn features. He could get used to seeing you so peaceful in his home – it made you seem like part of the family, a thought he much enjoyed. “Night, love.” He knew you’d not hear these words as he pulled the door closed, but he didn’t care. It felt right to say them, and so he did. He’d sacrifice his back sleeping on the couch that night, but he had no regrets about it; he’d do it a thousand times over to get even a glimmer of the same result he got that night. Knowing you were safe, warm and fed were all he could ask for, and worth the back-ache – coming into the knowledge that you may regularly be staying with him, was the best added bonus the man could ever wish for. For the first time in a very long time, Vander realised he was not ‘halfway happy’, as he so often was. He was content, at peace. Finally, he had found someone who loved him for him, and it was someone whom he had kindled the same feelings for – a true blessing in a cruel world, that gave little.

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