#vander x black reader

[liyawritesss]

Hi! Hope you having a great day, do you still taking Arcane request. If so can you do a Ekko x GN reader where the two of them having really bad fight then the reader said they should take a break of this relationship and left the Firelight place. Didn't come back for a while. Both of them regret that decision but they too stubborn to said it.

It's been a week since that fight, the reader was a mechanic. They trying to fix something for a friend but ran out of things to fix, so the reader go out to find some supply. At that time the firelight was out fighting Silco's people, At first the reader choose to ignored but notice Ekko got injured from one of the guys that when the reader run out to help Ekko and the firelight beating those bad guys.

After a while helping Ekko get back to the try to make the wound better. The reader about to leave, returning to their work place. But Ekko pulling back, want to make up the fight before and didn't want their relationship to end like that. The reader apologize about that fight and they make up!

(You can make it a little drama like having a boy or girl got too comfy with Ekko or not your choice! Angst at the beginning then fluff in the end and sorry if my grammar bad, English isn't my first language)

ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ; ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ

Pairing: Arcane!Ekko x Black!Fem!Firelight!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 5.0k

Synopsis: When a minor mistake leads a stakeout mission astray, Ekko’s choice of words has you wondering where his emotions for you lie. It becomes apparent that even after seven years, the toic of discussion is one that still cuts deep for the both of you.

Warnings: cursing, show-accurate violence, mentions of drugs and drug-use (shimmer), mentions of guns & explosions, mentions of injuries

A/N: havent written for my man in a hot minute so thank you for this request! Absolutely adore Ekko, and while I think this could be way better, i know if I mess with it it wont be as good as I want it to be lmao. Sooooo here it is, hope you enjoy! Song Inspiration: “Devil Doesn’t Bargain”, “Boy in the Bubble”, and “Let Me Down Slowly” by Alec Benjamin, “lovely” by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid, “Broken Clocks” by SZA, “like that” by Bea Miller

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The air that surrounded the Firelight soldiers as the squad returned to the hideout could be described as something akin to tension.

It was heavy, weighing on the soldiers shoulders as the squad of five hung their battle wear and accessories in their respective cubbies for housing. No one dared to speak, for fear that the unbridled temper that was thinly veiled by their leader’s quiet demeanor would be unleashed if a word was spoken into the unanimously agreed upon silence.

It was thick, evident in the way the squad members pushed through the hot and sticky summer air to hang their belongings. The hesitance slowed their movements, careful not to cause any abrupt disturbances in the carefully crafted momentum that would guarantee the three other squad members precise escape from the gear room and into the open clearing of the sanctuary, where although the air was still blazing hot, it was better to breathe than the air inside, looming with hostility.

Three would find their escapes successful, returning to their individual rooms to release the stress that had settled in their muscles from the night's events. And although they had escaped the worst of it, something still lingered in their stomachs as the distance between them and the last two remaining squad members in the gear room grew.

It wasn’t just tension. It was apprehension.

White locs were dirtied with gunpowder and sweat, a thin layer of it also coating his dark cacao skin. A deep frown makes its way onto the leader’s face, frown lines prominent on his forehead, thick nose scrunched in vexation. He leaned against a nearby table, arms swollen and toned with muscle folded across his chest as he stared at the woman before him. He was trying to calm himself, formulate the words he would say in a way that wouldn’t be regrettable, but as the events of the night continued to replay in his mind, he found his efforts nugatory.

It wasn’t just tension; it was apprehension.

He watched the woman before him take her precious time in putting up her gear. She wasn’t ignorant to the tension in the room. She wasn’t ignorant, but she knew the cause of it. She knew the reason why she was taking her time in stripping off her coat, making sure it hung on the right hook by the right tag. She knew the reason behind taking extra care in extracting her mask from her face, placing the facial ornament flat onto the floor of the cubby. She knew the reason why she was taking extra care in removing her gloves instead of ripping them off like normal.

It wasn’t just tension.

It was apprehension.

“So,” the leader’s voice echoes out into the room, the first vocal sound to do so outside of the rustle of clothing against wood and clacking of the same material against the frame of the cubby made from metal. His voice  was deep, laced with madden, restrained, “wanna talk about what the fuck that was out there?”

“Nothing,” you responded, short and curt. You were biting your tongue, the both of you knew it. You were restraining yourself just as much as he was, “it was nothing-”

“Bullshit,” the white haired boy interjects, “you don’t do shit like that and call it ‘nothing’, (Y/N).”

He could see your jaw flexing, attempting to keep your mouth closed and your resolve intact as you stored away your last glove, closing the cubby door, all without looking at him. 

“I’m not doing this with you.” You firmly announce. Your pair of feet that had been stuck in the same position finally followed your will to move as you turned to the doorway, preparing to leave the room.

“You don’t have a choice, Captain!”

His voice is booming, thunderous like a God, and it commands you to halt your movements. The use of your title makes you grit your teeth, a tight breath slipping past your lips in a gamble for reclaiming your composure.

The leader pushes himself from his leaning position, standing firmly on his own two feet, hands coming together in a prayer motion in front of his face to stifle the agitation in his voice he was sure to let slip.

“We had a plan,” he says securely, though ironic in the current situation, “we had a plan to track movement. We had a plan to solely track that shipment; why the fuck did you divert from the plan?”

This wasn’t just tension; it was apprehension.

“The fuck do you want me to say, Ekko?” You seeth through gritted teeth, slowly but surely turning to face the boy behind you. “What the fuck is there to say?”

There’s an intensity in the air that comes from the severity of the situation at hand. Both of you restraining yourselves from enacting a yelling match, attempting to prevent the inevitable; trying to remain civil for each other’s sakes. Because if anyone knew how badly this could end, it would be the both of you.

“I fucked up,” you admit, though that was already evident in the heated silence that followed the squad home, “I made a fucking mistake. Is that what you want to hear?”

“No,” Ekko answers imply, “no, that’s not what I want to hear. Because that’s bullshit, too.”

“Excuse me?” You scoff, your expression mixed with shock and disbelief. “How are you gonna tell me about what I did? You think I don’t know what a fucking mistake is-”

“That wasn’t no fucking ‘mistake’, (Y/N)!” Ekko interjects again, and it’s the subtlety of which he does so that begins to spark an ember in your core with him. 

“We been in this game- we been together- for seven years, (Y/N),” the brown eyed boy continues, “seven fucking years. You think I don’t know your mistakes by now? You think I don’t know you?”

Of course he does, you think. Otherwise he wouldn’t be as angered as he is right now. 

“I know what it was,” he proclaims, pointing at you in an accusatory motion “it was your head.”

“My head?” You reiterate, said limb on your body tilting to the side, a growing annoyance evident in your voice. “What about my head, Ekko?”

“You really gon��� make me say it out loud?”

“Yes, cuz I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

It was a lie; you knew very well what he was referencing. You weren’t sure how it was so easy for such words to spill from your lips. Maybe it was because of the suddenness of this confrontation, despite knowing it was bound to happen. You’d played every plausible scenario of how this exact moment would play out, attempting to prepare yourself for Ekko’s questioning, and the inevitable argument that would take place. Maybe it was because you wanted him to hurry this charade along, despising his natural skill of dragging things on for far longer than what they needed to be.

“I have you as my sniper for a reason,” Ekko begins, “I have you as my second in command for a reason. Not because you’re the only person I’ve got left-” a fib of his own spills from his lips, but addressing it would not steer the conversation anywhere but in circles, “-not because you’re my fucking girlfriend, but because you proved that you could always hold a chill head. That you could take the orders given. That you could make the calls when I can't.”

“I’m sure you’ll get to a point eventually, Ek.” You scoff, refraining from rolling your eyes as he lectured you as if you were still children, holled up in an alleyway on the streets of the Undercity, hiding from enforcer soldiers.

“Whatever the fuck that was out there, was not a calm and chill head. So I need you to tell me,” Ekko steps closer, the sound of his combat boots echoing throughout the tattered walls of the gear room, “what did you see that knocked you off?”

“This is ridiculous, Ekko,” you profess, “what’re you gonna do if I don’t?” Take me off the tracking team? Demote me?”

Perhaps it wasn’t wise to say such daring words to the very leader of the rebellion you swore your life to. If there was anything about Ekko that was redeeming, it was his unyielding devotion to owning his title and standing on his word. And as he stands before you, an arms length away with chocolate brown irises blazing into yours with a fire so hot it could scorch your own fierce ones, there’s a gnawing at your stomach that tells you that he absolutely would. 

“You think I won’t?”

Silence filled the already tension-thick atmosphere, seeping into the folds and making it all the more unbearable. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stared at each other in a battle of will, a common practice the two of you engaged in whenever a disagreement arised. Without an audience, the glares in exchange lasted for what felt like minutes, hours. 

And Ekko wasn’t backing down.

“Are you serious?” You muttered through gritted teeth. “All this over a dumb mistake that will never happen again?”

“It was a mistake that could have costed us lives!” Ekko bellows once more, and if it weren't for it being the second time he had raised his voice, you may have flinched by the volume it had risen to. “We can’t afford to make mistakes, (Y/N) - especially with what we do - you know that more than anyone here!”

“And it wont happen again!” You declared, garnering agitation in your voice from having to repeat yourself more than you would like to. 

“And how can I know that, (Y/N)!?” Ekko shouts, challenging your words once more, and it more than suggests to you that he doesn’t believe them. He knows you’re not telling him everything, and it irks him to his core.

You turn once again with a mission to leave, even getting your feet to start moving, but that doesn’t stop Ekko from continuing to speak his mind. “What’s so hard about telling me what you saw!?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it was nothing?”

“You can tell me a thousand times and I still won’t believe you-” the white haired boy rebutted, “because this isn’t you, (Y/N)!”

You weren’t sure for how long your back and forth ensued. Countless minutes of shouting back and forth, overlapping words, pleas to come clean, pleas to forget. This kind of situation wasn’t unfamiliar territory for the two of you. Ekko had a lot of weight on his shoulders, a lot of trauma he hadn’t yet faced, that he had pushed deep down to never be addressed. You understood, because you related. 

You both were there that night. You both witnessed the same act of monstrosity from the sworn enemy of your people’s leader. It was the very catalyst for the current occupation the both of you shared as leaders in a dwindling community, striving for peace and unadulterated existence while simultaneously fighting against the overwhelming clutch Silco’s grasp held on Zaun.

The woman you had become was because of that bastard's treachery and cruelty, who played a game that cost the lives of thousands. A woman of practicality, precision and calculated action. In this world there was very little room for emotion. Years ago, you wouldn’t gotten roughed up a little, but now, it got you a one-way ticket to the green, polluted waters of the desolate sewer system to be feasted on by the rats…and whatever other poor monstrosities that came from SIlco’s Shimmer.

Ekko knows this. Ekko knows all of it. Which is why he finds himself so frustrated that you won’t talk to him. It’s only in the midst of his grunting and growling that it clicks to him. A possibility as to why you acted out of such a practiced routine. Yet, he doesn’t know if he should rejoice about his revelation, or grow even more heated.

“You saw her.”

Three words that seemed to silence the world spilled from his lips in a breathy gasp. He knows he’s right when your lips come together in a tight line, and for the first time since the confrontation was initiated, your eyes divert from his.

You saw her.

“You saw her, didn’t you?” He asks, but is met with silence once again.

The topic of Jinx was always a sensitive one. Ekko may have been able to fool himself into detachment from the blue haired girl, shredding whatever hope he had left of recovering the old Powder who loved to go on runs with the two of you and made trinkets for your birthdays out of scrap metal and hard work. However, the same could not be said for you.

“(Y/N)-”

“So what if I did?” The rebuttal is sharp tongued and weighty, heavy with emotion, and Ekko knows what is inevitable to come.

“So what if I did see her, Ekko? What would you say?” You ask through gritted teeth, words strained as you feel the dam of emotions inside of you starting to overflow. “The same old shit you say all the time? That she’s gone and there’s no path of redemption for her? That she’s not worth saving?”

He’d never said such words aloud, but Ekko was guilty of thinking them, and to hear them verbalized tore open the same wound in his heart he’d patched up time and time again with each mention of the long lost friend.

“You may be able to let go, Ekko,” you grumble through gritted teeth, eyes watering over, and Ekko doesn’t know if its the sight of you crying or if it's the way the conversation has shifted that has him stilling, jaw clenched tightly, “but I can’t do that…I just can’t.”

And then, you left. And suddenly the unbearably thick summer air turned bitingly cold against Ekko’s skin as he watched you walk away. And as Ekko wipes down the length of his face, he knows there’s nothing much left for him to do but wait.

Wait until the air has become more bearable to breath. Wait until the tension has subsided. Wait until apprehension no longer clogs his stomach heavily, so that regrettable words would not be spoken.

“Hey, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Going to the market?”

“Yeah. Your bike needs a rotator chain, I’m gonna see if I can find one on the west end.”

One week. Seven days. 168 hours since you’ve last seen Ekko.

“Be careful out there. Silco’s goons have been making rounds again, and they aren’t sparing anyone in these parts.”

You don’t remember leaving the sanctuary. You just remember waking up on your friends couch after, according to them, was a rough and stormy night. You probably blacked out after your screaming match with him, and had an overwhelming desire to just get away. Your friend’s place was the only spot safe enough for you to crash at until you got your head straight.

Though, after seeing what you saw, could you really expect to snap back in a mere few hours?

“I’ll be good. They won’t touch me if they know what’s good for them.”

You left the tiny home of your friend, clad in the same clothes you had left in and a jacket you were quick to grab from their wardrobe. They lived pretty high up above the marketplace - the homes of the residents of Zaun were built into the underside of the extravagant Piltover, where everything was dark, dank, and cold. Layers upon layers of makeshift apartments stacked on top of one another for conservation of what little space the undercity did have.

Your hand grabbed the pole of the crossbridge that led from the side your friend’s apartment was to the other, and with expert precision, you maneuvered your way down the several levels and layers of homes connected by bridges of wood, metal and concrete.

Memories of parkouring as a little girl began to flutter into your mind. How you loved to best Ekko, the self proclaimed ‘King of Parkour’, at his own game. How Powder would tag along with you because she wanted to be with her friends-

Fuck, you weren’t suppose to think about her.

You were thankful your feet met the ground before more thoughts of Powder filled your mind, because if you had still been swinging from pole to pole and jumping from wood to metal, you’d surely lose your balance and come falling down the rest of the way. It was the effect the past had one you; and an unfortunate one at that.

It’s as if the second you find landing and start to walk in the direction of the marketplace, your ears catch wind of commotion to your left. The muffled grunting and clamoring causes you to pause and turn, peering out of your hood to see what was happening.

You’d always been the one to answer a call to action, so there wasn’t much surprise when you found yourself inching closer to the alleyway of which was producing the concerning sounds. It had only been ingrained into you from your youth, and had become second nature in the wake of Silco’s reign. Having a knack for helping people was a blessing and a curse, and while it got you into more trouble than you would like, the favors that you’d stocked up on came in handy.

Approaching the alleyway closer you could make out two figures standing - Silco’s men, no doubt, given the way they dress and the horrible filth they speak. Then there’s a person on the ground, wearing green.

Green was the color of the Firelights, and so naturally, you assumed the worst.

With your ankle pressing against the small knife hidden in your boot, you knew what had to be done. You crouched down behind a stack of crates and whistled, catching one of the perp’s attention. As they approached your direction for inspection, in one quick motion, you slipped the knife from your boot, took hold of the perp’s arm and knocked him into the wall. The blade made itself a home in his neck, muffling any yell he would’ve mustered out.

By the time you were finished, the second perp had been taken care of as well by the victim they were cornering. Revealing yourself from behind the stack of crates, your worries had been confirmed when getting a closer look at the coat the other person was wearing.

It was indeed a Firelights coat - a deep forest green to blend in with the shadows but still be distinguishable. The Firelight had been injured it seemed, as they held their arm close and with care, wincing with every movement of it that was made.

“Hey,” you called out to them, advancing closer to them as you did so, “you alright? Where’s your partner? You know if you’re patrolling you gotta be in pairs-”

“(Y/N)!” The Firelight gasps out in relief, confusing you. “Lieutenant- you’ve gotta help us! We were outnumbered- a-and got split up, they jumped us!- from every corner, we didn’t see them coming-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” You quickly soothing, grounding the obviously frightened soldier with reassuring hands on their shoulder, guiding them to breathe, “you have to slow down for me, and breathe so you can clearly-”

“-a-and it’s Ekko- Ekko, he got hurt-”

And in that moment, your world slows, and there’s an instant pit in your stomach that comes from thinking the worst. If Ekko of all people got taken out of commission, whatever that was going on was serious.

“...okay,” you start after your shock passes over you. As if a switch in your brain is flipped, and now you’re in fight mode, “you need to take me to where you all split from. Now.”

Your voice is commanding and stern, leaving no room for discussion. The Firelight, still holding his arm, nods at your command. As the two of you leave, you pick up the weapon that the second perp had been carrying on his back; it wasn’t anything compared to your sniper gun, but it would have to do.

According to the Firelight, the mission was to stop one of Silco’s Shimmer transports to a hotspot location known for distribution of the drug. The normal prep for such a mission was done properly, but there was an underestimation of power in numbers on Silco’s end. What’s more, a certain blue haired girl decided to make her presence known as well, and her erraticness threw everyone off square. To save face, Ekko commanded everyone to split up.

Which meant Ekko was alone, and hurt, and probably wallowing in some form of guilt, and that could not do. A guilty Ekko was not a functional one.

“We were over there when the fight started,” said the Firelight as the two of you stood on top of a roof overlooking the distribution post, “when he made the call, I saw him go east in the direction of the Last Drop. The two other soldiers went west, and I ran south.”

Two large, burly men, littered with tattoos and hardened by the streets, guarded a small cart covered with blue metal barrels, a strip of thick translucent plastic going down the side, showing the bright magenta liquid inside. Four more paced around the small clearing area, seemingly on the lookout for someone.

Six men within a ten yard radius of each other. If you were right, that cart held about thirty gallons of Shimmer. Tests done on the drug proved that it was highly flammable, which normally meant that with your sniper gun, setting the scene ablaze would be easy. But with a mere regular shotgun in your possession, you’d need an extra boost.

“Look in your pouch for me,” you direct to the Firelight soldier, “do you got any of those spark pouches?”

The Firelight uses his good arm to fish in his thigh pouch, producing a small, red sack of gunpowder. “What’re you thinking, Lieutenant?”

“We need to take these guys out while destroying that shipment in the process,” you explain, pointing towards the triangular shape of trajectory between each of the guardsmen and the cart, “the spray of the Shimmer is about fifteen yards, which will cover more than enough of the ten yard radius those guys are in. I need you to throw that spark pouch right in between the two guards on my signal. When I shoot, it’s gonna be enough Shimmer spray to kill them…but we gotta move fast to avoid it.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time someone looked at you crazy for such a straightforward plan. You’d garnered many such stares since you first began in the Firelight ranks. There was a method to your madness, as Ekko would put it, and there had never been a reason for anyone to not trust your judgements or plans. Despite the Firelight’s initial questioning of the credibility of such a plan, there was no choice but for him to go along.

The two of you backed up as much as possible on the rooftop to make it easier for a clean getaway. Once in position, you pulled out the gun you had acquired earlier, checking the magazine for sufficient bullets. Then, you took aim at the center of the cart, inhaling a deep breath to steady your hand and focus your vision.

At one, the world began to slow when your aim focussed steadily.

At two, you prepared your wrist for the recoil that would shock your hand.

At three, the Firelight soldier threw the spark pouch with expert precision. Not a second later, the shot from your gun rung out.

The sight that Ekko wakes up to is a pleasant one compared to the week he’s had.

The sun is blinding through his makeshift sunroof. There’s a dull pain on his side, and a ringing in his ears that subsides the more his vision focuses. It’s a great contrast to what he thought he’d be seeing when he awoke, but he welcomes the feeling of home that washes over his being.

His eyes turn to his side where he sees you, sitting next to his bed. His jacket is thrown loosely over your shoulders, and in your hands, you twirl a piece of folded paper. His eyebrows furrow at the sight; he isn’t expecting you to be here with him.

Noticing that he’d woken up, you focus your attention on the injured man. The folded letter is placed on the crate that acts as a nightstand next to Ekko’s bed, and you lean forward onto the bed to get closer to him. His hair is disheveled, locs splayed everywhere on his pillow and on his face. His abdomen is bandaged tightly, yet even the white gauze leaves little to the imagination. And the sun shines on his cocoa colored skin, contrasting against your own as you slip his larger hand into your own.

You needed to feel him, and be thankful that he was here.

“Hey, you,” Ekko croaks out, voice raspy and patchy from what you can only assume was yelling and sleep.

“Hi,” you mutter out against the back of his hand, lips pulled into a tight smile.

“Thought you were still mad at me.”

“”m not mad,” you mumble, shaking your head, “just glad you're okay.”

The fact that you’re not being snarky with him tells Ekko that there’s something weighing on you; something that’s not remorse for your absence, but something deeper. His eyes travel over to the nightstand, falling onto the letter once again.

“What’s that?” He points out, curiosity filling his patchy voice.

There’s a moment’s pause before you speak again, your voice somber and emotional; “It’s….what I saw.”

What I saw can only be referring to the incident a week prior, Ekko determines. His eyes turn back to you, his hand giving yours a gentle tug towards him, gesturing for you to climb into bed with him. He meets little resistance, and takes a little pride in how easily you slip into his side, molding against his form as you were made to. His arm wraps around your shoulders, helping you hide in the crook of his neck; a much needed escape you’ve wanted to indulge in for a while.

“Deal with it later,” he mumbles against your hairline, “jus’ stay with me.”

Resting against Ekko’s broad chest, you thought on his words. Knowing yourself, dealing with things later wouldn’t be as productive as he’d hope. You’d want to forget the subject entirely, revert back to the same concealment as before. Knowing the both of you, it couldn't be dealt with later.

“It was her eyes, Ekko,” You mumbled into his shirt, prompting the darker male to turn his attention to you, “there was something in them, Ekko. I swear there was.”

Seeing Jinx on that night wasn’t what any of you had intended. She’d very scarcely shown her face on the streets of Zaun, presumably at SIlco’s behest. As mad of a kingpin he was, he himself couldn’t deny the deranged nature the blue haired girl had. And yet, when she showed signs of stability, he seemed to allow her off on transportation missions at the very least. And it just so happened that after six years, a week ago was the first time you’d seen Jinx since the night Vander died.

When you saw those blue eyes, dulled and lifeless, it hurt. Hurt to know that the possibility of Powder truly being gone was higher than what you’d let yourself believe. Hurt to know that you would never have your friend back, and that there would never be any chance of recovering the family you’d list all those years ago.

You’d seen her, and then, she saw you. And when she did, the world slowed. And for a second, when your eyes caught each other, a flash of something came across her eyes that caused your body to react against your well-trained judgment. It was as if she had recognized you and felt a sense of…wistfulness.

Though it didn’t reflect anything of the like when she raised her gun towards you, and you had no choice but to act before she could.

“There was a moment where I…thought she recognized me,” you muttered, “but then she….raised her gun to me.”

Ekko’s chest stuttered as he released a shaky breath to your words. There’s a pause before you speak again, “Is it easier for you to just…believe she’s really gone?”

A long moment of silence passes…”Yeah, it is.”

Ekko has always thought about Jinx. It’s hard not to when her presence can change any of his plans on a whim, since he has people to protect and her mentality is as finicky as a time bomb. But Powder…he hates to think about her.

“If she was gone from the start,” Ekko mutters through a voice crack, “it means there wasn’t a chance to save her in the first place. Means I never failed in saving her, I guess.”

Your hand reaches up to caress Ekko’s face, jaw clenched tight from his own words, and when you look into his eyes, you can see the vulnerability he tries so hard to hide when talking about the blue haired girl. There was beauty in it, you always told him, though you never thought he truly believed you when you said it. Ekko was never given much grace to be vulnerable, to be a boy. He’d found that in you; so you knew it took a lot for him to even admit as such to your question.

You don’t really get to be a kid after watching the people you love die in front of you. Even the ones who still walk the land with another soul in their bodies.

You press a kiss onto his lips; gentle, affirming, and grounding. Your thumb runs the length of his cheekbones and  you find comfort in the crevice of his neck once again. When Ekko relaxes against your hold, you release a breath of air, and think that perhaps it’s best that you adopt his way of thinking as well.

Powder was gone, but at least in this hell, you had each other.

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#𝐌𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟒 ★ #arcane smut #writing #writerscommunity #black fem reader #ekko #vander #jinx #silco #arcane #league of legends #vi arcane #vi x caitlyn #piltover's finest #vi x reader #vi x you #vander x reader #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #arcane art #jinx league of legends #jinx arcane #arcane fanart #silco x you #arcane silco #silco x reader #silco fanfic #arcane x female reader

[band--psycho]

Birthday Bingo Challenge

Am I back on here announcing another writing challenge...yes...

But this one is different!!

I don't tend to normally do birthday writing challenges but this year I just thought why not?

I know a lot of you really enjoyed writing for the bingo challenge I hosted in 2021 and I really enjoyed reading all of your amazing stories, so I thought I'd do another one!

The only real difference with this one is that I won't be sending everyone who takes part their own bingo board; there will only be one.

You can also only write for character you find on my masterlist.

Here is the bingo board:

You can link all of the bingo prompts up into a series of individual stories , or you can just do them as stand alone stories/drabbles, it is completely up to you! Prompts cannot be combined into one story.

My birthday is on March 14th, so ideally all stories will be in by then (hence why I'm posting this now so that no ones feel like they have to rush) but if you need more time feel free to send me a message.

Be sure to either tag me or send me the link to your stories once they're posted!

Once a few stories have been posted I'll create a masterlist for this challenge!

Tagging a few people who might be interested - There is absolutely no pressure though :

@xacatalepsyx @book-dragon03 @withmyteeth @little-diable @deathbecomesnerds @barbersjoy @conretewings @munsinner @darthwheezely @beeroses @xbreezymeadowsx @yn-ymn-yln @rayslittlekitten @rebelwrites @thaliastregona @backstagewiththemadness @malfoys-demigod @mrsnegan @gryffindors-weasley @lady-writes-flanagan @impala1967dwinchester

#jax teller x reader #chibs telford x reader #vander x reader #harvey specter x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #negan x reader #happy lowman x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #damon salvatore x reader #vi x reader #jinx x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #aragorn x reader #gally x reader

[t4ct1c4l]

Black fem reader x Arcane characters

Non poc DONT interact

How I think arcane characters would react to pet names (haven’t finished the whole thing yet)

Characters: Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx

Silco

• He would probably be busy, always locked up in his office work was the only thing he could think about.

• You came into his wanting to know if he needed anything like a glass of water, he was shocked when you called him honey.

• “Honey do you need anything?” The clearly tired mans face lit up, he sat there confused on what to say.

• He eventually nodded and you went to grab him a glass of water, from then on he started using pet names more often.

Vander

• Vander was relaxing while closing up, you offered to help while the children were still asleep peacefully.

• You hadn’t told them about your relationship because you wanted it to be at the right moment but it wasn’t that hard to figure out

• The way Vander would look at your lips every time you smiled at something

• The way you would be staring at his muscles every time he would lift something

• While he was cleaning a cup he hears your voice call to him “Vander baby, could you please pass me that cup?”

• The man was flustered and quickly handed it to you looking away not wanting you to see him a blushing mess

• You smiled kissed him on the cheek and went off to bed, he was left standing there thinking about what just happened

Vi

• You and Vi were absolutely bored, you got the idea to walk around but Vi wasn’t having it.

• She complained about her back hurting from all the running around she had did the other day so you came up with and idea

• You decided to give her a massage and help her relax, she always looked tense even when sleeping

• While you slowly massaged her she let out a low groan of satisfaction knowing you hit the right spot

• “Is the spot right here darling..?” You asked trying to focus more on that spot so she would relax

• She didn’t think much of the nickname but the more she thought about it the more she started to have a smile creep up on her face

• She will definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the day

Jinx

• You watched as jinx tinkered and made new bombs and traps to use, it was fun watching her make them

• She looked so happy, smiling and bobbing her head to the music she was listening to, you had walked up behind her to get a closer look

• She jumped slightly at the feeling of you putting your hands on her shoulder, she had turned down the music

• “What’s this one babe?” She sat there in shock, she smiled happily pulling you in close for a hug

• After that she let you pick out the colors for the bomb she was making

I feel like I did pretty good for a first time writer cause I’m a pussy Fr 🤭

#black reader #x black fem reader #silco arcane #vander #arcane jinx #vi arcane #x black male reader

[chocolate-milk-fanfics]

Hey :D I loved your spouse hcs for vander! If possible could you do spouse hcs for silco too?

Sure! this is a gender neutral reader!

I feel like silco would be pretty insecure yet protective

The undercity doesnt offer alot but he still wants you to stay with him.

Which is stupid cause he literally put a ring on it already??

Like yall are married and this man is expecting you to wake up one day with second thoughts

but i digress

Silco will definitely do your hair for you and probably do it better too

and if his skilled fingers wont make you stay ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) his dick will

He got shmeat

no i will not explain nor accept criticism

he'll fuck you after a wash day long dick style.

I dont see him with a extremely thick one like vander but his is definitely not small by any means.

he doesn't got an Alaskan bullworm... more like the eel. long but not too thick or thin.

he always puts you first

you go before any business deal he has.

If him and vander are friends then cue the two of you basically being the cool aunt and uncle of the kids.

Silco would encourage arson

He would also be best of friends with powder and ekko.

Any time they fail with an invention he's always there to help and encourage them to try again.

If its based on canon i feel like you'd be in a golden cage. He's made a lot of enemies now and the last thing he'd want is for you to be used against him

the only person he'd probably allow to see you is jinx.

But once she starts going a little AWOL he'd limit her time with you as an incentive for her to behave

I know i said vander would let silco join yall in the bedroom but thats just vander.

Silco does not share his things

#silco x reader #silco x black reader #implied black reader #x race neutral reader #Arcane x reader #silco x you #arcane x black reader #arcane silco #x gender neutral reader #powder #jinx #mention of powder #mention of jinx #mention of ekko #arcane powder #arcane jinx #arcane vander #arcane ekko #mention of vander #chocoyanswer

[lunarmoonanons]

Act 1: Vander x Reader

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

When all you have of me is love, give me away. When all that’s left of us is memories, share me with others. I will always be here. I loved you completely and you loved me just the same. That’s all we need.

TW: Parent death, strangulation, angst

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕

YN winced in pain as her mother added another neon blue symbol to her brown skin. The color vibrant due the power behind the magic symbols. Her mother hummed in response to her pain, but continued as she was almost done. Her mother lifted YN’s small hand and moved to needle in the final two symbols, one on the backhand and one on the palm of her hand. As her mother rubbed in a lotion to the fresh skin. The blue symbols that shined from the intent of their magic began to fade and look like regular tattoos.

“Is it over Mommy?” The seven year old turned her head and asked. Their floor was uncomfortable against her front side, but YN had to lie on her stomach for her mom to tattoo across her shoulders and down her arms.

“Yeah baby, it’s all over now.” Her mother smiled and gently played with YN’s curly pigtail. The dark curls bouncing between her fingers. “I know it hurts and stings at the moment, but the pain will go away soon.”

“Why do I have to get a tattoo mommy?” YN asked.

“Because these symbols are a part of our family. From mother to child it will always connect us as a family. It’s our history and our power. These symbols…” Her mom ran her finger tips over the symbols. “These writings are magic. One day you will use them to protect yourself. And one day you will pass this onto your children.”

YN didn’t really understand what it all meant, but trusted her mother regardless. Just like she promised, the pain went away and her skin felt like it was back to normal. When she felt better, YN sat up and looked around for a specific book her mother had written, one about herbs and their properties. When she finally found it YN got up to leave, asking her mom to go out and play.

YN ran to find her friends. Of all the places they could be, the pier near the pilt was the most obvious choice. YN’s tiny feet padded up and down across the ground quickly till she found the person she was looking for. Silco.

YN had met Silco 8 months ago. When the skinny boy was getting harassed by much older kids trying to get off on bullying a smaller, younger kid. YN hated seeing people like that get what they wanted. So when the largest of the group raised his fist to strike the skinny boy, YN threw an empty bottle at his head smashing into a million little pieces. The other two goons turned their heads to see the small girl with curly black hair up in pigtails and holding an empty beer bottle like it was a sword.

“What the hell you little bitch?!” The one screamed and turned to grab her. YN backed slightly, scared of this large man that looked ready to kill her. And he might actually have killed her had it not been for Vander.

The older boy came down from a roof like a guardian angel, beating and chasing away the bastards who tried to hurt his brother. While he did, YN walked up to the skinny boy to check if he was okay. Though he was a bit apprehensive at first, YN learned the name of the boy she defended, Silco. It was the day she gained three new friends. Silco, Vander, and Benzo.

“Silco!” YN shouted and ran up to her friend that sat against a shack on the pier. She smiled and made her way fast to him.

At the sound of his name, Silco looked up from the image he was drawing in the dirt. He smiled and put his stick down. Silco was always happy to see the girl, she was a close companion to him. Someone he could share his love for knowledge with. Though he and Vander were brothers, them against the world, but Vander was never really interested in books like they were. Benzo was a friend, but he was like Vander. More brawn than most.

“Hey Silco!” YN sat next to her friend.

“Hi YN. Did you bring me a new one today?” Silco smiled and excitedly asked his friend.

YN nodded and pulled her new herb book from her lap. Silco scooched closer to her and grabbed the book from her offering hands. They both leaned on each other as Silco started to look at the pages.

“I saw mommy putting all these facts and bits in here about what each plant could do. Some are really good at healing. This one here is supposed to help calm you down if you put it in hot water.” YN explained whilst pointing at her favorite pictures.

“Thank you, YN. This is a really nice book. It’s also really valuable. Think of all the things we could do with this when we’re older.” Silco mused and ran his fingertips over some of the images.

YN got distracted when she saw Benzo and Vander walking up from where they were. With a kiss on the cheek to Silco YN ran over to Vander and Benzo to play. YN liked reading with Silco, he was one of her bestest friends, but YN also loved to hop on the posts of the pier with Vander and Benzo.

“Vander! Benzo! You guys wanna play on the pier?” YN bounced on the balls of her feet.

Vander loved hanging around the young girl to play. He loved when they would stare at the sky while they played, talking about what life would be like going topside. Living like those rich people having pets and food in surplus. Benzo liked exploring with YN when they hung out. Finding all the nooks and crannies they could squeeze their bodies into. The age difference between them didn’t bother the quartet enough, Vander and Benzo being 11, Silco 8, and YN 7. When you lived down where they were, you found friends and family when you could. Bonding so that you could stand against the world together.

Silco stared at YN as she and Vander began scaling across the poles on the pier. Wishing he’d have her attention as Vander claimed it.

~~~10 years later~~~

YN’s blood pumped fast through her veins. The 17 year old laughed at the burning warehouse she and Sevika had left burning behind them as they ran from the scene. It was a usual occurrence of the two friends fucking around with enforcers. Sevika loved to stoke the chaotic tendencies of her friend, finding amusement when they hurt enforcers. It was YN’s idea for her to seduce and find her way to their private mining warehouse, where they stored the materials from the lanes that were found in their oppressive mines, then Sevika would follow and burn it all to the ground.

The two were never caught. Always being either too fast, or too strong for them to be grabbed. Or YN would poison them with a prick of a paralytic herb she found. Either way, YN and Sevika were trouble makers. But not the only ones. The undercity was growing restless and unhappy. People everyday were making lives for the enforcers harder and harder. Talks of revolution floated around. Which of course, YN knew, Silco loved.

As Sevika and YN found good enough distance from the scene, both caught their breath before laughing out loud.

“You.. you should’ve seen… the look on that fuckers face when I pricked him. He froze and fell over like some weak little bitch.” YN breathlessly laughed, hands on her knees as her curls fell over her shoulders.

“Oh I saw. It was hilarious when you snatched the pussy away before he could touch you.” Sevika returned the laughter.

YN stood up straight and threw her arm around Sevika’s shoulders, the two sauntering away to get some food and drink to celebrate. That is until Sevika winced in pain, causing YN to see the cut along her arm. Fuck.

“You’re hurt.” YN stated.

“Yeah. I must’ve cut myself on some glass when I broke in. It’s nothing.” Sevika tried to push it off, but YN was having none of that.

“It’s a deep cut. Come on. I’ll fix it back at my place before it gets infected and you end up losing an arm.” YN pulled her friend toward the direction of her home, not taking no for an answer.

Back at her place YN had stitched her friend up,and was looking for a pain relief salve. During the last few months, the girl had gained a reputation for being a skilled healer down in the lanes. She had a natural talent and skill for fixing people up. She was able to find available cures for most illnesses, due to the nature of the patients' living conditions and the right mix of medicine and homeopathic treatment.

YN sent Sevika home as she cleaned. Hearing rustling from her mother’s room, YN went to go check on her. She was still sleeping, which was best. The past few years saw her mother grow increasingly paranoid about topside. About how the topsiders hated her for practicing magic and were going to kill her because she got away the first time. YN knew her mother used to live in Piltover before she was born, and that she had to flee because of their fear and hatred for magic. Her mother was convinced that the council was still after her. YN didn’t know what to believe. Sometimes she resented her mother for going insane, for leaving her in mind but not in body, for being a burden. YN loved her mother, but also felt trapped by her.

With a sigh and a kiss to her mother’s coily hair, YN got up to leave. She wanted to visit Vander and Silco before he ran off to wherever Vander went.

The walk to their apartment was easy. The air, though polluted, still cleared her mind as she focused on who she was excited to see. But YN could tell if she was more excited to see Vander or Silco. Hopefully, only Benzo was there. HE was always easy to talk to and laugh with.

Silco answered the door to the apartment, smiling at seeing his friend.

“Hey Silco. Mind if I come in?” YN smiled, her brown cheeks stretched in a grin.

“No, it's fine. What’s up with you?” Silco watched her sit on their crappy couch. He never changed with how much he enjoyed talking to YN. Catching up was a highlight for him, as he could watch her smile and rant all night long.

“Oh not much. Sevika and I burned down an enforcer warehouse.” YN mentioned casually. Getting a laugh out of his surprised expression.

“Really? And you didn’t get caught?” He asked. Silco knew YN was capable of taking care of herself, but he was still worried about her.

“Never do. Besides, we're not the only ones. Word is lots of people are ready to do some crazy shit to enforcers.”

“Oh I know. It’s exciting isn’t it? Finally, the city is getting ready to push back. The dream of a new nation might be realized in our lifetime. The lanes being free.” Silco mused next to the girl. Eyes on her curly hair, switching to her dark brown eyes and slight lines of her tattoo across her shoulders.

“It is exciting. Just like Van and I used to talk about. Where is he by the way? I know he isn’t working now.” YN looked around a little eagerly for their friend.

“Him? Vander joined some fighting pits. He goes there to earn extra money.” Silco said as casual as he could, trying to get an angry reaction from YN.

“What?! That fucking idiot! Is he trying to get killed?!” YN stood up in anger and began pacing around. “And don’t claim what I’ve been doing to this! I try to make life hard for the enforcers, he’s out there letting himself get exploited violently to what?! To prove he’s some strong man?! Doesn’t he care what would happen if he got hurt?! Doesn’t he know what that’d do to us?!”

YN hated the fighting pits. She thought they were exploitative, violent, pits of despair. People got beaten to death there. And the thought that Vander could die made YN sick to her stomach. If he died she’d never see his face again, hear his voice, feel his hand hold hers. YN didn’t want to admit if these feelings were legitimate or not, but she felt them nonetheless.

“I know. I know. I told him you’d be mad, but he was insistent. Are you okay?” Silco asked. Upset slightly at her reaction to the news.

“Its….its fine. Can you walk me home? I’d rather walk back talking to a friend rather than stewing in my thoughts.” YN asked. Unable to stay in their apartment anymore.

So both walked and talked their way to YN’s home. They joked and mused about the rising situation in the undercity. The conversation was cut short when YN noticed her door was askew. She ran inside calling for her mother.

The sight of her strangled mother made the girl nauseous. Her hands shook as she made her way closer to her mother’s body. Not believing that she was gone. Not when she had been alive just a few hours ago.

“M…Mommy?...Mommy?...” YN started to tear up and reached her hand out. Before she could touch her, a larger hand grabbed hers and pulled YN back to a chest. YN’s teary eyes looked up to see Vander. He later explained that he was in the neighborhood when he heard YN running to her apartment.

Vander held her tight against his chest as she began crying. Shushing and rubbing her arms, as they rocked back and forth. He kissed her forehead, picking her up bridal style so that vicars could come to take away the body.

“It’s okay chick.. It’s going to be okay…” Vander whispered as she cried.

~~~6 months later~~~

YN had been hunting down the enforcer that murdered her mother. Narrowing it down to one man. She was certain that it was this man, possibly sent by the council from Piltover, who lived in his nice house topside. YN wanted revenge, to avenge her mother, to atone for not being there when her mother was alone at the mercy of this man. Now she would get it. Her mother’s murderer had a young daughter, one he loved more than anything.

He took her mother, she’d take his child.

As YN made her way to the lift upside, she was stopped by the image of Vander blocking her way. He looked concerned, and she was in no mood to see or speak.

“What do you want, Vander?” YN bit at him. He noticed the bags under her eyes, her shaking hands, and the look in her eyes.

“I know what you’re planning to do YN.” Vander said.

“So what.”

“So, I know you don’t really want to do this. I know you don’t want to kill a kid.”

“He took my mother. He deserves to suffer. Why are you in my way?!” YN became more agitated. She just wanted to get it over with. If she thought too much about it, YN knew she’d back out. No, she didn’t want to kill a child.

“You kill this kid, and you’ll never forgive yourself. You will hate yourself for the rest of your life. Please YN. Please listen to me.” He placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Let go of me. I need to do this. Let go Vander!” YN tried pushing him away but he pulled her toward him. “Why do you care whether I forgive myself or not?! You’ve never cared when I hurt enforcers before, Why Now?!”

“Because, you kill this kid and you go to prison. Your grief will consume you and you will never be the same. I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you blame yourself or end up in prison. Not when I love you so much.” Vander said. Holding her close to him.

YN looked up at Vander, teary eyed, as they stared at each other. Suddenly the walls fell down and both kissed each other. Finally finding comfort with the other.

~~~3 years later~~~

YN wiped her hands on a cloth as she turned her back to the pregnant woman on the table behind her. Nowadays, YN was a well known medicine person down in the lanes. Writing several notebooks for herself on how to treat people from the lanes. With a final wipe across the ring on her left hand, YN turned back to the woman and smiled.

“You should take it easy these last few months. Try not to exert yourself, okay?”

“I guess I’ll just have to spend my days in bed then.” The woman joked. YN smiled back, gathering her things, she made her way out of the brothel and toward her apartment with Vander.

It had been 5 months since they tied the knot. It wasn’t a fancy affair, or an extravagant one, but it was simple and sweet. Having Benzo officiate the wedding, Silco as Vander’s best man, and Sevika as YN’s best woman. YN smiled wide and joyfully that whole day. Vander held her close, holding the woman he loved near to his heart. The rest of the world and all their troubles faded away as they were in each other’s arms. The night ended with them wrapped together dancing and swaying to the moonlight above them.

“I love you, Vander.” YN whispered against his chest as she laid over him, sweaty and tired.

“I love you too, YN.” Vander whispered against the top of her head.

YN blushed at the memory as she neared their shared home above an old bar. When she made her way inside, her good mood was gone as she saw her bruised husband sitting in their kitchen. She huffed and made her way to him, a visible displeased look on her face one he returned with a meek apologetic one.

“Sorry love, I guess I was in over my ‘ead this last fight.” Vander tried apologizing. Flinching at the alcohol rag pressed into his bleeding cuts.

“I know you fight for some reason. All I ask is that you come back in one piece.” YN huffed as she began stitching up her husband. Her furrowed brows caused him to place his palm on her cheek, lifting her face to look at him.

“I’m sorry love. I truly am. I know you don’t like when I get ‘urt. But I promise it’s also for the cause.” Vander apologized.

“So more fighters were interested in what you had to say?” Recently after the fights Vander would talk about rising against Piltover and liberation from the yolk of their oppressors. YN supported him in his rebellious ideals, just not in his self-destructive ones.

“A lot were interested. People want to be free. One day I’ll give you the life you deserve.” He promised and rubbed her cheekbone with his thumb.

“I love the life I have with you now.” Both smiled and placed each other’s forehead together.

YN then stood up and began looking for something to eat. They talked about their days. The mundane domesticity felt like a calming balm to the chaotic lives they were leading. YN being around to see sick and dying people, Vander fighting and clawing his way out of captivity.

“So, have you Silco talked about what you’ll do if you gain independence from topside?” YN asked as she began cooking. The routine of making food melted the chaotic thoughts in her head.

“Silco’s all for revolution, he just wants it by any means necessary. He asked if you were going to go to a protest down near the markets.” Vander responded as he sat in the kitchen with her, not covering up his obvious gaze on her ass.

“Eyes up hounddog. And I might, if only to make sure no one dies. It’s hard being one of the few non addict healers down here.” YN smiled and hummed as her husband wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Am I allowed to be upset that you might get hurt?”

“Nope.”

YN stopped the food, and turned to her husband with a cheeky grin. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled as they swayed together. His hands started to wander up her sides as his grin became more suggestive. He kissed her neck and put her on top of the counter.

“Why *kiss* Don’t *kiss* Go *kiss* Take *kiss* This *kiss* Upstairs?” Vander finished off with a kiss right on her full plush lips, hands roaming around her body. Trying to entice his wife to their bedroom. YN kissed him back, tugging at the ends of his hair, before playfully pulling away and placing her fingertips on Vander’s lips.

“I would love to, but… unfortunately…. My husband is tragically injured, and because he made me mad. So now I’m going to rub one out whilst you make dinner~” YN teased and hopped off the counter. Sauntering her way to their bedroom, she threw a knowing teasing look over her shoulder toward her husband. They both knew that look.

“Oh you little-” Vander smirked and chased his wife into their bedroom. The rest of the night was a mess of limbs, kisses, and laughter. The couple falling into bed with familiar ease. Afterwards, YN rested her head on his chest, absently tracing the symbols on her shoulders in his skin, Vander rubbed her scalp with his fingers.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

“I’m fine. You seem a little distracted.”

“It’s…’m worried about Silco. He’s getting violent and radical. Instead of the lanes being free, he’s talking about a new nation to rival that of Piltover.” He looked down at his wife.

“Isn’t that what we want?” YN asked. Looking right back at his gaze she felt warm and safe.

“I want the lanes safe. I want our home to be free from the yolk of Piltover. I don’t want to start a war and kill every topsider I see.” YN smiled at her husband. Placing her hand over his beating heart.

“You’re a good man. A good leader. Silco and you want the same thing in the end.”

YN smiled at her husband which he returned as they both brought their foreheads together, breathing in deep before pulling away. Vander put a kiss on her head as YN placed her head back over his chest.

~~~4 years later~~~

YN had been troubled as she walked along the undercity with her friend Silco. The last four years had proven to be more and more violent. Talks of rebellion now leading to more riots and protests in the streets. YN had been working overtime to fix as many people as she could. Her tattoos had started to glow more neon blue everytime she had to heal someone. YN found herself muttering small spells and intents as she wrote in several notebooks about what procedure worked and what didn’t.

Silco looked at his friend as she was focused on the ground. His own gaze on her face, lips, hair, whatever he could focus at the moment as he stared.

“Are you alright?” He asked. They both paused near their favorite place, the pilt.

“I’m worried about all these riots that keep happening. So many people are getting hurt and then they react with even more violence.” YN turned to her companion, noting the skeptical look on his face. “I want freedom from Piltover I do. But what if we cause a war? I don’t want to risk our people because the topsiders are unwilling to let go of their punching bags. But I also want to hurt them. I want them to feel the same pain I’ve felt. I feel like that makes me a bad person.”

YN picked at her cuticles, not meeting his gaze.

“You’re not a bad person. You have every right to want them to hurt as we do. You and I want the same thing, to create a nation free from topside rule.”

“Nations are never safe from their previous oppressors. We don’t have the same resources as they do. They have more guns, more trained people, more medicine. We have passionate followers, but that’s not enough. I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s parents dying.” YN ranted, not noticing Silco getting closer.

“We have you. You can make the best poisons I’ve seen, you’re amazing at healing people, and I know you know more about their illnesses than most do.” Silco placed a hand on her shoulder, finally making the two lock eyes.

“Where are you going with this?” YN asked.

“Make a poison for us. Spread it through their water and bring the topside to its knees. They will listen to us when we hold the means of their survival in our hands. We could control them. You and I.” This caused YN to slightly back away from him, but before she could pull away fully, Silco placed a hesitant kiss on her lips. YN pushed back and put distance between the two.

“No Silco. I am married, I love Vander. He’s your brother.” YN tried to reason with him.

“Vander may be my brother, but he isn’t willing to do what it takes to be free of topside. He wants to free the lanes. We want a new nation. Don’t you see that together we can be great?” Silco pleaded his case ro her, but she wasn’t having it.

“What did you and Vander talk about or do that made him so angry today?”

Before Silco could answer, they both saw Vander walking up towards them. His eyes held regret and fury as he stalked toward the two. Did he see Silco kiss her?

“Vander, love, please calm-” YN was interrupted when her husband handcuffed her to a pipe, then turned to Silco. YN knew that look, she had the same look when she was ready to kill for her mother. Silco understood that look as well. YN yanked off the cuff as hard as she could trying to plead with Vander to stop.

“Vander! Vander No! Don’t hurt him!”

But her cries were unheard as the two ran into the pilt.

Hours later, YN's arm was sore and her mind was exhausted. She’d been screaming for the two to stop and come back, but nothing happened. Soon her attention was brought back to Vander as he made his way back to her. He was wet and panting, his arm had a deep cut and his eyes looked troubled. YN felt her heart drop. When he released her from the cuff, she pushed him away from her in anger.

“You killed him?! Didn’t you?! Why?! Because he kissed me?” YN was crying. Her best friend, dead, was not something she ever conceived of. She didn’t want to believe it. Partially because if Vander did kill him due to the one sided kiss, YN would hate herself for the rest of her life.

“I killed him because he was willing to sacrifice thousands of us and them to rule a new nation. For power when all we wanted was freedom! He was turning into some blood hungry monster.” Vander tried explaining, but the emotions running high between them left the excuse on deaf ears.

“He was your brother! He was my best friend!” YN shoved her palms against Vander pushing away the larger man, who did little to retaliate. “I never want to see you again!”

YN screamed at Vander. Shoving him away for one final time before running off. As much as Vander wanted to chase her and never let go of her, he let her run. With the foreseeable future holding nothing but death, Vander thought it best to let her go.

~~~5 months later~~~

The stray food had been cleared out again. YN was certain that the food she’d been leaving out for a stray animal wasn’t getting eaten way before the small thing could get to it. Making YN certain that someone was scooping it out beforehand. But like usual for the past 5 months, she left out food just in case.

For the past 5 months YN had kept to her word about not seeing Vander. Living alone in her smaller place made it somewhat easier for her to run her medical business, since she didn’t have another person there. But her heart still ached for the silly mundane interactions that she and Vander would have as they made their way around their old place.

Sometimes YN and Vander would act like children again, by hopping in what little furniture they had trying not to touch the ground. YN made it a habit to pounce on him, knocking both onto the couch. She always ended up on top of him, placing kiss after kiss over his stupid smiling face.

YN hummed at the good memory between them as she got ready to go to sleep. The sound of creaking from her fire escape made her sit straight up. That sound alerted her to the possible food thief. That creaking was too heavy to be a small animal. So quietly she got up to see who it was. Stopping and holding her breath at the image of this dirty, skinny boy that was on his hands and knees shoving the food into his mouth.

“Do you want some actual food instead of scraps?” YN asked with a tentative smile. The small kid jumped and froze in place, eyes large as saucers. YN was quick to soothe him before he ran. “I won’t punish you, I promise. Let’s just get you some actual warm food and maybe a bed as well. Okay?”

The boy gave a quick nod, then ran past YN into her apartment. The woman smiled and began to put together some filling and warm soup. Smiling at the way he began to wolf it down, before holding out the bowl for more.

“You’re pretty hungry, huh?” YN asked. He nodded and slowed down this time so that he wouldn’t throw up. “Can I know your name?”

“Mylo.” He stated quickly. Not really meeting her eyes.

“Well Mylo, where are your parents? Why are you all alone?” YN asked very carefully, already suspecting the worse.

“My mom died when I was born. Dad died in the mines.” Mylo explained. His little hands out down the spoon, eyes getting slightly teary. YN cooed and sat next to him.

“Oh baby. I’m so sorry.” YN petted his hair. Pulling the boy into her arms for a hug. It was obvious that the 5 year old needed some affection and touch. YN couldn’t tell how long he’d been on his own, but she could tell it had been a while since he had a bath. So when he was done crying and eating, YN brought him toward her restroom for a bath. Which of course he objected to.

After a tiring bathing session, YN brought Mylo to her bed letting the boy get comfortable under her sheets as she tucked him in.

“If you want to leave tomorrow, then that’s okay. I’m not gonna hold you against your will.” YN ran her fingers over his hair, soothing Mylo into sleep.

“Can I stay with you? Please?” Mylo asked in a quiet voice. YN smiled and nodded, giving the boy a kiss on the forehead before going to go to the couch. “Please sleep here. I don’t like sleeping by myself.”

His shaky whisper compelled the woman to smile and get under the sheets with him. He cuddled up to her, falling into a comfortable sleep.

~~~1 year later~~~

The little boy in her arms was quiet, as YN made her way to her place . The child, Claggor, barely said a word as he held onto the kind woman who fixed his cut arm and offered him a place to sleep and eat.

YN smiled down at Claggor, masking her worry at what her boy Mylo would say or do. The last year with him had been fun and energetic. Once his anxious shell had broken, his mischievous nature had shone through. He loved to jump on the bed, he was a talent at hiding in small spaces then popping out to scare YN, and he had begun to show interest in some mechanical locks and how they worked.

It had been a game between them, for YN to pretend to not notice Mylo was hiding and waited for him to jump out at her. YN grinned with her lips pressed together at the thought of Mylo jumping out at her.

That’s why she was so nervous at bringing Claggor home. YN was almost certain that Mylo was going to be jealous of Claggor, since it had been just them for so long it was going to be an adjustment to accommodate a new child.

Once YN reached her door, she knocked to alert Mylo she was coming in. The sound made Claggor look up at the woman who returned his gaze with a smile. The door was swung open by her small boy who was excited to see her.

“Mom! Can we have-” Mylo’s sentence was cut short when he saw the slightly larger child in HIS mother’s arms. “Who’s that?”

“This is Claggor. He’s going to be with us for a bit. I want you to be nice and remember how scared you were when you first got here. Okay?”

Mylo didn’t respond. He stood off to the side as YN brought Claggor to the table, beginning to make some food for the boys. Claggor looked down at his hands as Mylo sat across from him, trying to gauge some type of reaction from the other. Mylo stared intensely, not really wanting to share his mom.

“How long is he gonna be here?” YN turned to Mylo after his question, eyebrow raised in a ‘try me’ way.

“He’ll stay as long as he needs to. Please try to be sympathetic. Claggor has had a hard time just like you. Okay Mylo?”

Mylo nodded and didn’t speak much for the rest of the meal. After YN washed both boys and got them to bed. Tucking both under her covers and kissing both on the forehead.

“I won’t be able to sleep here tonight okay? I’ll take up too much space and I want you to be comfortable.” YN smiled and closed the door, leaving a small crack just in case.

“don’t worry.. mom is great… it’ll be okay… you can trust me…” Mylo whispered to the boy.

YN smiled and got comfortable on the couch.

~~~3 years later~~~

YN paced back and forth in her apartment. Her anxiety left her two 9 nine year olds feeling the same anxiety coming from her. YN knew that Vander was going to lead a bunch of people from the lanes across the bridge and she just knew that something was going to go wrong.

The red smoke coming from the bridge confirmed said fears. The sky was filled with smoke, fire, and screams of people dying or losing loved ones. All she got from anyone was that the enforcers killed everyone they saw. Just as the screams got quieter and quieter, YN felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Vander must be… dead. Vander was dead and the last thing she said to him were words full of hate. And now he was gone. She never even got to say that she loved him one last time. YN’s pacing stopped when she turned her head to her boys who sat on the couch, scared about what was happening. Both curled into small balls of fear.

“Oh my loves. I’m sorry for scaring you.” YN sat between them on the couch and pulled both close, her brown arms wrapped them trying to soothe them as best she could.

“Are the enforcers going to come down here?” Claggor asked quietly. YN kissed the top of his head.

“No baby. They’re just gonna focus on the bridge.”

“Did you know anyone there?” Mylo asked, trying to distract his mind.

“My husband. I don’t know if he made it. I’m scared he didn’t.” Both boys hugged her close to comfort her.

As the explosions got louder, YN took both children to her room and tucked them away. Wanting them to be shielded from the apocalyptic scene taking place outside. This was one of the few times she closed the door to her room fully. Wanting some sense of privacy to let her emotions spill out. The pain of most likely losing her husband tearing into her soul open, causing YN to hit her knees and sob. The sound pulled the breath from her as she heaved and dropped her face to the floor and cried.

Her emotional breakdown was interrupted by the sound of knocking at her door. With apprehension, YN made her way to the door. Swinging it open to be faced with the familiar disheveled face of Vander. He looked tired, bloody, and was holding two sleeping girls. YN wordlessly reached forward and brushed back the blue hair of the smaller one. Stepping back to allow Vander in her place, the two didn’t speak.

“You can put them in my room with the boys.” YN said.

“The boys?”

“Long story.”

Vander did as she said. Afterwards making his way to her kitchen so YN could patch him up. They didn’t say much as she was focused on making him better. Both were too scared what would come out if they said anything, but also both were desperate to just holding each other because they just missed the other so fucking much.

“Where did you find them?” YN asked, finally breaking the silence.

“On the bridge.”

“Their parents?”

“Dead. They saw their bodies…”

“How many died?”

“Almost everyone.”

Finally YN stood up in anger, walking away so that he wouldn’t see her face.

“You’re such a fucking idiot!” YN growled out in anger, making Vander stand up in equal anger to her statement.

“I was trying to get liberation! I wanted to get the lanes free from Piltover. I-”

“If you died I would never forgive myself! I would hate myself for pushing you away that last time! I- I don’t want you to die!!” YN screamed and turned to him, showing the tears that ran down her face as she tried to hold them back. The same tears that reflected his own.

They both embraced. Vander shushed her as she sobbed and weakly hit his chest with her balled up fists.They rocked back and forth, trying to comfort the other.

“Please.. Please don’t die.. I don’t want you to go… I couldn’t bear it.. Please Vander. Please do this for me? Please don’t go away again. I won’t shove you away I promise.” YN broke down.

Vander pulled back and kissed his wife deeply. Tears and passion mixing from the pain of what they lost. The blame and pain from the last few years bubbling up from the fact that they missed each other. The fact they still loved each other.

The love shared between them was not an anchor, but a bond that finally got tied again. This reunion wouldn’t take the pain of losing so many lives, and the weight of guilt wouldn’t subside. But now they both had someone again to hold their hand, and be with them when it got worse.

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The Politics of Power - Chapter 3

Modern AU - Prof!Silco x GradStudentReader

The enigmatic Professor Silco takes you in as his student assistant. It's only one semester, just how hard could it be?

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Chapter 3

It had been three weeks.

You knew going in that the semester would be taxing, Professor Silco’s busy work in addition to your already immoderate classwork a challenge in itself.

You graded essays, tests, managed to teach a couple of his classes, met with students; everything you’d agreed to do over your numerous email correspondences and had been reaffirmed of on that first day.

You had been right, he was cantankerous; not old in age as much as old in manner, the stubborn refusal to adapt fully to the digital era spelled out in the piles of papers he laid on your desk each day to be graded by hand. The man owned a pricy laptop and was perfectly competent, could no doubt figure out how to move online if he so desired. He just didn’t want to.

It was who he was, you realized. A man who rejected change as if his very sanity depended on bowling through every expectation of him, flush with some rare sort of fire-eyed determination. Looked all the more as if he would burn the world over twice if it meant proving he was right.

And to the utmost misfortune of all those around him, he usually was.

Strange how you’d found you couldn’t get enough of it - something deliciously irate clawing wildly across the heated lining of your belly whenever that intelligence of his showed face. Whenever that tiny, sinister curl of his lips betrayed him, warning of an incoming putdown.

And he loved to put people in their place.

He rarely struck first but always had people marked, you’d noticed; was a cobra coiled delicately in the brush, waiting for his target to circle too close before he skewered into the only patch of exposed skin with precision and speed.

You he seemed to enjoy messing with most of all. You were certain, too, with your impregnable intuition that it had something, if not everything, to do with Vander. And if Vander and him were on the outs, then there was a chance he didn’t believe Vander wrote that glowing recommendation letter for you. So why had he hired you?

Not only that, but it was also the atypical errands you were running in conjunction with the usual work that had you speculating on whether or not he was punishing you, issuing you pointless tasks to waste what little time you had to yourself.

Once he’d had you pick up books for him at the library, a pain as the building was on the opposite side of campus. He had barely looked up when you’d piled them at the corner of his office desk, and you’d watched from your nook in the corner as they sat untouched, gathering a thin layer of dust before he bid you return them, unread. He’d had you draw out a lesson plan in detail only to scrap it last minute. Not to mention the two times he’d sent you down to the mail room to retrieve some expected parcel and you’d return empty-handed and sour, and he would chalk it up to simple oversight.

“Oh, don’t look so cross. I must have already grabbed it today, scatterbrained as I am. Simple mistake.”

But Professor Silco didn’t make mistakes.

Such small things were just innocent enough to pass over the head of a general observer, or perhaps to ascribe to a bout of forgetfulness. But out of a childhood of quiet instability grew a strong intuition, and you caught onto his scent quick.

It was late Friday, nearing the time that he’d normally force you to pack up, send you home for the weekend with a clipped word or two and a curt nod of his head. Your frustration felt a living, breathing thing today, prowling back and forth across your chest like a snarling tiger in captivity. A stack of ungraded essays sat before you, but it was hardly what you were focusing on.

Casual Friday. He wore a crisp black linen shirt, fitted snugly to his wiry frame, buttons fastened to the very top, only a slice of collarbone showing. The gold-cuffed sleeves were rolled up to his forearms as he worked. He wore pants of the same color; tailored herringbone trousers cut off just above the ankle, held at his waist by a black belt with a large, gold buckle. Glossy wingtip oxfords adorned his feet, which were crossed at the ankles.

His gaze darted up from above the hard brim of his glasses to snare your own and you stiffened, hotblooded embarrassment blooming in your chest as you swiftly looked away, hair falling blessedly to cover your expression.

It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d been caught.

Maddeningly, you’d found you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off him for more than a few minutes, your gaze tracking unwittingly upward like clockwork, as if you and your fixation were attached to some sort of hypnotic pulley system.

Your phone buzzed and you hesitated before opening a text from your mom.

No hello. No how are you. Just a link guiding you to the University of Piltover’s Law School and a text.

Never too late to be a Piltie :)

Involuntarily, your hand clutched around the phone.

You felt the familiar sting, despite knowing there would be no payoff in attempting to please a mother who had never been satisfied with anything in her life. You could do just as she said: attend law school, become an affluent lawyer, but it still wouldn’t be enough. She would want you to be better. And there was always something better.

A prickling awareness hoisted you up from your internal strife and back into reality, your eyes ticking up from the pile of ungraded essays.

How could one ever get used to the shock of meeting that mismatched gaze? Invisible fingers gripped a tight fist of your lower abdomen.

“Yes?”

“You’re tapping your pen.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d scolded you on the matter – your aggravating little habits. Tapping your nails, bouncing your knee, chewing on your pen. Jitters only heightened by the presence of the other occupant of the room.

You turned back around, silent, unapologetic. Another minute passed.

“You’re drumming your nails.”

You hummed the affirmative.

“What has you distressed?”

“I’m not distressed.”

“You’re vibrating.”

“I’m breathing,” you said, becoming mildly annoyed by his persistence. You rolled your shoulders back. “Must have made the coffee strong today or something.”

The following long pause had your gaze flicking up once again to meet his narrowing one.

“So it was you then?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the brute who wreaked havoc in the break room this morning?”

You blinked.

“If by ‘wreaking havoc’ you mean I made coffee, then yes.”

Professor Silco exhaled, falling back into the soft plush of his desk chair, fingers propping at his temple, as if he’d been thoroughly defeated, teal eye fluttering closed briefly.

“There I was wishing on the culprit an untimely demise,” he sighed, “And it was my own TA.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“You do realize coffee is supposed to be a liquid, yes?”

“No one else seemed to have a problem with it,” you defended, but he remained unbothered, plucking the wire, rectangular frames off his face and taking his precious time searching the drawer beside for a cloth to clean them with.

“That’s because no one else was permitted the misfortune of tasting it after me.”

“You tossed the coffee I made for everyone?”

Professor Silco regarded you impassively beneath hooded lids, fingers languidly stroking the glass.

“And no doubt saved lives in the process.”

You scowled. “I’m not a barista.”

He adjusted the readers back on the bridge of his nose. “And thank goodness for that. Keep trying and you’ll make me a hero yet.”

There was something darkly amused twinkling in his eyes as he observed the annoyance tugging at the creases of your lips. But instead of allowing the moment to fade, he held it tight, and for each passing second, something pulled tauter between you as your own focus strayed, trailing to the long index finger ticking a light rhythm against his lower jaw.

Vander would be so disappointed in the way you held your tongue. Or would he? The man was a walking contradiction when it came to these things.

He loved to chant things like “Fortune favors the bold,” but the moment you dared shed that cloak of reticence and put a voice to that little flame in the pit of your stomach, you’d receive a look quite puzzling to you - one you thought spoke of an almost haunting, fearful recognition, as if for a blink of an eye he saw a ghost.

So, you just needed to keep your lid on and respect Vander for all he was - a brilliant professor and a good man, yet short-sighted.

Professor Silco shifted in his seat, crossing his legs. You thought, if it were possible, you could reach out and strum that humming connection in the air between the two of you.

You broke first, turning back to the subpar at best essay you’d been grading about the politics of warfare. And as the tension died, your thoughts drifted back to your mother.

Why couldn’t you be enough --No. You couldn’t afford to think that way. How could you ever be enough for a mother whose idea of success was an archaic set of rules, so rigid and stale, impossible to achieve.

You gnawed at the top of your pen as you stared out at the spined ridge of the Humanities building, etched with an eerie beauty against the backdrop of dusk.

Vander had so wanted you to follow in his sizeable footsteps; to mentor under him, become his little understudy. Take up that golden baton with his stamped seal of approval and climb the tallest mountain with it. He was trying. He knew where you came from. But he had his own visions for you and it was starting to feel like everyone had a pretty solid idea as to who you should be except for you.

“Do you plan on finishing tonight?” Professor Silco asked. “Or will I be forced to stay late once more on account of your musing.”

Your nose twitched in irritation as you stared out the window, contemplative before turning to him, the haughty way in which he regarded you down his nose enough to make your decision.

“Sorry, sir,” you said evenly, “I’ll be finished shortly.”

You got to work and didn’t look up until you were finished, until you’d offered nearly every student an extremely generous A.

Whatever game he was playing - if he wanted to clash at every turn, so be it.

~~~

The following Monday, you sat at your first department meeting staring so intently at the bulleted agenda in front of you that the dots began to blur together. You’d already given your little introduction speech, sighing internally when one of the more chipper professors insisted you simplify your existence down to your favorite extracurriculars and your favorite dessert.

Your gaze rose, the pen dangling in your fingers finding an absentminded home between your teeth as you watched Professor Silco lead the meeting, admiring his prowess. He wasn’t the type to open up the room, wasn’t a fan of your more Laissez-Faire approach of things.

No, he’d taken brutal hostage of the space as soon as he’d entered it, just as he always did in the classroom, a subtle but palpable hush falling as he’d prowled in like a lion on the hunt, lanky and unhurried, carrying with him a briefcase and a chilled breeze in his wake. He was in complete control at any given moment, his shoulders so taut it seemed a gale force wind couldn’t shake him. Cutting and often dismissive, but with a peculiar stroke of charisma and unmistakable competence that oddly softened the blow of his incivility.

He liked, no needed to be at the helm, that much was a given. He was stingy with his praise but positively reinforced just enough to make those below him covet those rare moments of graciousness. He was a master, a savant at wielding power to its highest effect.

And you couldn’t get enough of it, the thought of that vie for dominance sending a shock of heat slithering between your legs.

Only when he caught your eye did you realize the bite force you were impressing upon the poor pen in your mouth and you let up, tongue poking out distractedly against the top, expecting his gaze to float on. But it hung there for a moment too long, dropping to your lips almost imperceptibly before flickering away and immediately stealing another glance as he continued to speak, never breaking.

That terrible pull you felt to him - did he feel it, too?

Something dark and impulsive sunk its claws into your animal brain and delicately you pressed your lips to the side of the pen, almost as if in thought. His gaze immediately found your lips again and with a careful inexpression, you darted your tongue out lightning quick, licking a short stripe upward. Your thighs clenched just as his jaw did. And you wondered if you were the only one who heard that slight waver in his tone.

You whipped your head back to the paper in front of you, feeling dizzy suddenly as he started to close out the meeting, but the chime of your name had you jolting to attention minutes later. You stared wide-eyed at Professor Silco.

“I know you requested floor time at the end.”

You most certainly had not. You froze as chairs creaked and the full attention of the room turned upon you.

“Me?” you said stupidly, feeling a blush track across your cheeks. He allowed the moronic question to marinate in the hushed room.

“I just-“ you said, mind frantically throwing out nets to gather your wits. “Yes. I just wanted to say…” Professor Silco’s lip jerked cruelly. “Sorry- sorry, I’m not quite used to being on this side of things yet.” There was murmured laughter and you plastered what you hoped was a sheepish grin on your face. “All I wanted to say was thank you for allowing me to join you this semester. And Professor Silco,” you motioned to him, “I really appreciate the time you’ve taken thus far to accommodate me. I’m more than excited to work alongside every one of you. Thank you.”

What a load of crock, and you couldn’t appear more of a bootlicker if you tried, but it seemed to elicit a positive response.

Everybody filtering out slowly, Professor Silco scrutinized you quietly from the head of the table as you packed up, like you were some rare creature yet to be captured and studied. You stumbled in your haste to the door; grateful he didn’t call you back.

~~~

Fuck.

That had been so reckless to tempt the hands of fate like that. It was hardly anything, what you’d done; he could just as easily have not seen it at all, that brazen little tongue flick, his reaction just a making of your own imagination. And if he had seen it, well, it was nothing more than another one of your silly habits, chewing pens. But oh, had you felt it, and the feeling lingered yet, the dizzying headiness of that second glance, the tight, telling clench of his jaw.

You wanted to toy with that slice of power - couldn’t stop thinking about the way he commanded the room, how his fingers danced through the air like leaves on a breeze. His snakelike retaliation, your forced counterattack.

It had you squirming in your tiny office hours chair that day, the ache between your legs pulsing and persistent, no students showing face to offer any semblance of a distraction. Probably your own fault, tossing all those A’s out like free candy.

Office hours came to an end and you sat for a while longer, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm into the dappled desk as you contemplated.

How were you going to manage for an entire semester?

By dealing with it, sweaty and shamefaced in the privacy of your own apartment, that was how. Sighing, you made your way out of your office and down the hallway to Professor Silco’s.

Entering quietly, you hardly spared him a glance, taking a seat at your little desk and reaching for your paper tray, hand stilling when you found it empty.

“I’d hazard you’re looking for these,” Professor Silco said, lazily lifting the stack of ungraded essays. You swallowed the dryness from your throat before turning politely, fingers clasping in your lap to calm the nervous bounce of your leg. “I can give them to you.” He stood, grabbing the separate graded pile you’d laid on his desk last Friday in the other hand, giving you a pointed look. “Granted we brush up on the rubric again.”

A lazy saunter toward you might as well have been a sudden dead sprint with the paralyzing alarm you felt as he neared. A tall shadow fell across your seat and you became keenly aware of just how damp the fabric between your thighs really was and you crossed your legs, face heating as if you’d been entirely on display.

“I fear, despite our numerous correspondences predating your arrival here, you’ve already stopped pulling your fair share.” Your hands grew clammy, heart a clanging steel drum. “Did you not read these at all or have you always been so charitable?” You craned your neck up at him, hands dropping to frame the outsides of your thighs, mooring yourself. His eyebrow quirked. “A’s for everyone.”

“Not all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. The long-winded atonement essay apologizing for not having had the time to complete said essay you gave a B+.”

Your eyes darted between his, trying to get a read. “I thought they all did a decent job.”

“Lies.” You opened your mouth in retort. “And I think you know that,” he purred and you nearly pitched forward from the shiver that danced coolly down your spine. “How is anyone supposed to hone their critical thinking skills when they’re rewarded for such drivel.”

“It was the first essay of the semester.”

“So you were doing them a favor?” You pressed your lips together. “Did you even read these?” He tossed both stacks of papers onto your desk.

“Yes.”

“I know. I saw.”

You studied him carefully. Then why accost you? “I’ll do better,” you murmured, gingerly taking the stack of papers.

“Speak up,” he commanded with a sharp tone, and you shot him a vicious glare.

“I hope you’re not cross with me,” you said before you could put a halt to your rashness, rearranging his own words steadily back to him, “Scatterbrained as I am, simple mistake.”

The irate furrow of his brow contradicted the tilt of his scarred lips, and for just a blink of a moment he looked terribly wicked as his features darkened.

His voice grew deceptively quiet. “I believe you dropped something earlier.”

He reached into his pants pocket and your eyes widened as he revealed the pen. You must have dropped it in your haste to leave earlier. Unwarranted confidence cracking, you went to go snatch it from his hands with a muttered thanks but he held tight, stepping forward until the narrowed toes of his oxfords were inches from your boots.

You were stock still, focus falling to the laces of his shoes before dragging back up to meet his shrewd gaze above you, his eyes glittering as bright and sharp as swords. He was so close – close enough you could stretch out your arm to run it across that shining brass buckle.

“Let go,” he coaxed, your tight-knuckled grip loosening on the pen until your hand hovered uselessly in the air. He offered you a tiny smirk of amusement.

“You know your Gods and monsters. Tell me, do you know of Proteus?”

Your free hand dropped to dig its fingers into your knee. Old man of the sea. Yes, yes of course you did, but you couldn’t free the words from your throat, trying in vain to speak as your jaw worked. You nearly choked when the pen in his hand found a starting point at the hinge of your jaw before dragging down the soft curve, descending beneath your chin to lever it upward in a slow nod.

“Smart girl, of course you do.”

A sharp burst of an exhale at the unexpected praise and he slid the pen across the smooth, sensitive curve of your jawbone – up to tickle beneath your earlobe then down to the point of your chin, swapping sides.

“Proteus’ power came from his ability to change shape at will, to be precisely what a moment required him to be. He knew all – past, present, future. The answers to life’s most poignant questions. Yet he answered to no one. Why is that?”

The capped pen traveled upward to settle briefly into the divot between your chin and bottom lip as he waited patiently for an answer, regarding you as a hawk would a mouse in the grass.

You worked your jaw, waiting for your throat to unstick before you spoke. “You had to capture him first.”

He hummed approvingly. “A difficult conquest. Whenever anyone would attempt to seize him, he could simply change form. Lion, butterfly, a serpent, he could become water to elude grasp. He was wise – knew which form to take in order to fool.”

You gazed up at him, utterly lost within the low timbre of his voice, every satin word slithering down to the growing, aching wetness between your thighs.

“Unless," he continued, "As you said, you captured him. Held him fast.” Your eyes fluttered as he slid the pen up to move around the border of your lips as he went on, tracing the two mountain peaks of your cupids bow lightly before swooping an arc around the bottom.

“If anyone succeeded, and only one ever did - he’d grant them profound insight, answer any questions they asked of him. Even the simplest of truths.”  The pen slid up to press against the plushness of your lips in the same gesture you’d performed earlier, effectively shushing you.

“Tell me. Who was it that wrote that letter?”

You dug your fingers painfully into your knee, mouth unconsciously parting against the pen as your eyes darted between his, the accusation fully in the open. And you weren't normally one to fight when the tides had turned so clearly against you, but a wicked excitement was growing steadily, a snaking suspicion gaining tread as his eyes glittered dangerously down on you from above. That he was enjoying this little game of yours.

So, with a tiny quirk of your lips, you finally answered.

“Vander.”

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[princesssmars]

in love with the piltover enforcer

some thoughts about your relationship with vi through the years

contains : fluff. reader is an orphan taken in by benzo and described as ekkos older (adoptive) sister. feels like most of this isn't even relationship headcanons but reader in arcane headcanons but whatever.

a/n : we loveee starting this in march 2022 and releasing it when the vi x reader tag is dead ass <3. anyway big shout out to @jackdrawsjunk and @kittyt-hexxed for feeding us black girls in love with vi <3333 anyway lets get into this shit.

there was one thing that kept you alive in the lanes: family. it was an unforgiving city, the complete opposite of the polished and pristine piltover beside it. the people were rough, and you'd be lucky if some punk only tried to rob you once a week. most loners only lasted a few days.

which is why every night you thanked the gods for your family. it felt silly considering that you were an orphan, but most ended up falling into gangs or worse to protect themselves. you were lucky that before they passed your parents were great friends with the local pawn shop owner, benzo, the man taking you and another boy named ekko under his wings.

because of him, you met vander, the large man who seemed intimidating actually being one of the nicest adults you've ever met in the lanes. when you first met ekko was slightly scared, hiding behind you as you tried to protect him. vander said he admired your protectiveness, and how you reminded him of someone who he thought you would get along with.

when you meet vi for the first time it just…clicks. vander wasn't wrong, the two of you more alike than you would have thought, most notably in the way you were protective over your siblings. they got along wonderfully, unable to spot one without the other. their closeness resulted in yours and you found yourself growing feelings for the pink-haired girl.

thinking back on your pining you laugh, how you refrained from telling vi about your feelings worried you would ruin the relationship if she didn't return your feelings, not knowing that she had a massive crush on you as well. vander pushed her to confess once he noticed, giving her good advice compared to mylo’s “stop being a pussy.”

it’s during one of your usual hangouts sitting on the rooftop of the shop and gazing out at your crappy home and beyond, at the gleaming buildings of piltover and fantasizing about what your life could be like that she stood up and took your hands in hers, telling you shed do whatever it took to give you the life you wanted because she wanted nothing more than for you to be happy. your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you asked her what she meant, and the look in her eyes told it all.

after that, your relationship was relatively easy. the both of you still hung out often, just with the added bonus of longer hugs and kisses when the others weren't watching so you wouldn't be bombarded with “ew!”s.

unfortunately, there weren't that many romantic spots for private dates, but vi having been ever the persistent made a way. she took on more chores helping vander at the bar, getting some money in return to save up, and buying you some expensive snack from piltover you wanted to try while talking and laughing on the roof.

but things started to go downhill with growing tensions between the two cities, coming to a head with the failed heist. vi hadn't told you much, not wanting you to worry and slightly forgetting when she saw the way you reaffirmed powder that she would do great on their “little adventure”.

it’s safe to say when they got back you were livid. of course, you were thankful that they were ok but vi could admit she was slightly scared at the way you glared holes into her head when vander was criticizing her. she had apologized, and you were still upset but felt better.

but it didn't help, because, in the next few days, your life was ruined.

enforcers stormed the lanes. your father figure and most of your friends were murdered. and you were left with a broken home, a devastated brother, the sister of your best friend lost and left with only a memory of the girl you used to love.

but ekko needed you, and you had to stay strong. for him, for powder who was on the brink of losing herself for good, and for the voice of vi in your dreams who told you to keep going no matter what.

and so you had worked together with ekko to build the firelights, a new community to help uplift people who had been in similar situations to you and take out the drug that had helped to make everything worse.

you were doing good work so far, thankful that you and your brother were geniuses and had created the hoverboards and many other devices to keep you safe and help your mission. life was getting better, even if you still caught yourself sitting at the memorial wall late at night thinking of what your life could've been like if you would have pushed more and never let vi and the others go on that heist.

it seems like the gods in a sick trick may have heard your thoughts. after going out to do some scouting after a tip, ekko headed back to the hideout with two captives in tow, refusing to tell you what was going on until later. you understand why he didn't because if he told you your girlfriend who had been dead for six years had been found walking through the lanes with an enforcer you might have smacked him.

she was standing and looking at the memorial wall when he brought you to her, looking just as beautiful as the day you lost her. her hair was still focused to one side while shaved on the other, bringing up the memory of how her face had reddened when you told her she looked hotter that way. you don't get time to dwell when she’s running up to you and squeezing you into her arms.

you tried to stay strong, but she burrowed her nose into your neck and whispered “god, did I miss you, muffin,” you couldn't help but crumple into her arms.

you took her back to your room and she explained everything, the factory, silco, stillwater. it broke your heart a little to realize you thought she was gone when she was actually so close. you'd never wanted to kill the sheriff more than you did in that moment.

when she told you she was going to go after jinx you were divided. you had encountered your childhood friend, who at some points felt more like a little sister, multiple times over the years. sometimes you'd be able to see glimpses of the girl underneath when you snuck into her place with silco and held her so the voices would be quieter. but you also had seen how much she deteriorated, and as much as you didn't want to admit it you knew powder was gone.

but you believed in vi, and told her as much. it was hard to send her off to the bridge, much less with an enforcer, but you knew it had to be done. but it felt like what happened six years ago happened again, you staying behind and everything going wrong. vi and the enforcer had fled to who knows where and there was no sign of ekko until he popped up with a former council member?

vi popped up a few days later, looking defeated and craving comfort. she didn't need to be invited but you do anyway, telling her she may stay with the firelights for as long as she needed.

vi had been eager to make up for lost time, following you around almost like a puppy when you were showing her the ins and outs of the hideout. despite the stress of the things going on in your lives, it was so easy to fall back into a friendly and romantic relationship with her.

it became strained however when she was offered the job to be an enforcer, helping manage the tense relationship between zaun and piltover. she was excited about the opportunity, ready to help her community in any way how. but you couldn't help but be scared of how it might change her to be around the people who took part in making your life worse.

but you believed in vi, and knew she’d do everything she could to make your home better.

she had already started beforehand by helping with some firefly runs, it being easier to clean up the mess of shimmer left with silco’s death. it warmed your heart to see her coming back from a run laughing and joking with the other firelights.

she continued your beloved tradition, taking you up with her to the top of the tree to observe the stars together. you both didn't speak much, the comfort of each other enough for this moment.

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I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

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[liyawritesss]

Could you do another chapter installation for Vander x Pregnant reader?

ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡ/ ɴᴇᴡᴍᴏᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Pairing: Modern!Vander x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: A continuation of the headcanons of Arcane characters with a pregnant!reader; this is specifically for Vander and how he’d react to being a father figure once again!

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of labor, brief allusion to post-labor pains and fatigue, also a brief allusion to Vander 'handling things if a baby daddy pops up

A/N: Lord I lowkey forgot I did these headcanons, it was so long ago…back when I had my first ever case of baby fever lol. Not gonna lie it took me a while to actually sit with this one bc I don’t have the same drive as I did when I first made these headcanons, so I hope they sound alright. Also, this can be taken as romantic or platonic, I left it ambiguous on purpose for that reason.

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Vander takes special care in learning how to aid you during your pregnancy. His kids are his by bond; adopted from old friends and off the streets. He’s not familiar with the whole pregnancy process, so he tries to prepare himself. He is, in fact, not prepared.

You would commonly find him sitting at the kitchen table while waddling down the stairs for a class of water, sitting on his phone or at his laptop, looking at articles on how to prepare for being a newborn’s dad, or on amazon for things to buy for the baby’s arrival. He’s a very dedicated man!

You wanted to have an at-home delivery, of which Vander was originally against because he would much rather have had the professionals handle the delivery. Not that he didn't trust your judgment, that’s far from doubt…he just doesn’t trust himself. He’s about thirty years of rough edges and has only known harshness. He doesn’t know the first thing about infants, and the fragility of them scares the living shit out of him.

When the child is born he is absolutely mesmerized by them. How something so tiny can release the shrillest of cries, how they practically fit in the palms of his hand. This may not be his kid, but he knows for sure that the connection he feels to this tiny human in his hand is just as strong as any biological connection could be.

Being a mother is exhausting, Vander learns. The exhaustion that racks through you day in and day out from taking care of your newborn does a number to you, and he sees it. He tries to ease the burden by taking over night shifts so that you can sleep. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to overstep any boundaries but he gets the hang of it after a couple of weeks.

He becomes super dad very quickly - as if he wasn’t one already. He keeps the baby very entertained while you’re healing and getting yourself back together after the labor. 

In spending more time with the kid he also becomes protective, as one would suggest. So you better hope no baby daddy drama comes around…cuz Vander not having it at all. He will do some serious damage to that dude if he tries anything funny…and we don’t wanna see Vander get angry now.

But overall he’d ve a very loving and supportive person throughout the pregnancy and the first stages of your child's life in whatever capacity you want him to be in, whether it be platonic or romantic. Nevertheless, he does view your kid as one of his own and will always treat him as such.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

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[ace-of-zaun]

Drunk Mind, Sober Hearts: pt. 3

young silco x gn!reader - SFW, 2.3k words

Warnings: jealousy, possessive behaviour, teasing, drinking, established relationship, suggestive 

A/N: For the lovely @kikiiswashere who is not only such a kind person, but also an incredibly talented writer! Please go and read their story ‘Children of Zaun’, it’s honestly such a brilliant story, and is so well written. Kiki is genuinely a master of characterisation and worldbuilding, 100% recommend all their works! -el x

Part 1 | Part 2

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There was no doubt about it. You absolutely adored the days where Silco would shower you in affection, making his love for you abundantly clear with each little action and word. 

But, whilst you loved the soft side to Silco, there was just something so delicious about teasing him until he couldn’t help but ravish you. 

You and Silco had been together for a few months now and honestly, you couldn’t imagine how you ever lived your life without him in this way. 

It was like he unlocked a better version of yourself. 

One that loved freely. Openly. And with all your heart.

Even life as The Children was better. More recently, Vander and Silco had managed to intercept a shipment of scrap mechanical parts that would easily sell during the new trend of people augmenting their bodies.

As such, with the rest of their pilfered stash, the boys had finally succeeded in setting up their new black market in The Lanes, meaning there was a sudden influx in cash from the sales. 

And of course, in true Zaun fashion, they’d decided that the only way to celebrate this new-found success was to throw a party and drain all of the newly-stocked booze in the bar by themselves…

It would appear their logic only went so far when alcohol was involved. 

Entering the bar after a quick bathroom break, you stand and observe the loud partygoers, leaning against the wall for a moment to get back into the swing of it all. 

It takes only a few seconds to locate Silco, who is waiting for you patiently at the other end of the bar. You smile to yourself as you watch him absentmindedly take a sip of his drink, completely lost in his own world. 

Honestly, he probably should be helping Vander serve at the bar, but he never does, considering himself to be the brains of the operation, and therefore far too clever to do such menial tasks like serving customers.

(Although, you’ve seen him stub his toe on his desk enough times to void that particular assumption of his…)

You shake your head at him lovingly, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips.

Your little rebel even amongst rebels. 

By the way he sways a little bit on his feet, you can tell he’s slightly tipsy, but he’s definitely not drunk. Neither of you are. 

It had taken you a few weeks of dating to realise that he hadn’t been drunk since the night he’d accidentally confessed his love for you. 

When you’d questioned him about it, he’d quietly admitted that he no longer felt the need to get wasted, because being sober with you was far better than any single buzz he might get from alcohol.

You’d almost burst into tears on the spot. 

Despite only dating for the better part of three months, you know without a shadow of a doubt that you both love one another. And it was only made more certain in all the little ways you showed each other everyday.

Like how you were always making sure Silco ate enough before going out on missions, or how his fingers would idly draw constellations on your leg during group meetings. 

Or how you missed each other like crazy, even when you were only apart for bathroom breaks. 

It was like the boy had a permanent, constant place in your mind. 

Almost like he’d heard your wistful thoughts, Silco glances up at the door and spots you immediately, a gorgeous little crooked smile taking over his lips at the sight of you.

You return the smile easily and tilt your head at him demurely instead of making your way over to him. 

It takes him a few seconds, but at the realisation of the new game you’re playing, his smile melts into a sinful smirk as he raises one finger and beckons you over with a simple motion.

You grin and shake your head playfully. 

Crossing your arms, you’re just about to make a series of gestures to inform him that he should come over to you, when a figure steps in your line of sight, effectively blocking your view of Silco. 

“Hey.”

You make eye contact with the person and recognise him as one of the newer, younger recruits that had joined The Children a couple of months ago.

Rian. 

Even though you’d only known him a short few weeks, you’d already decided he was a nice lad, who had taken a bit of a shine to you after you’d shown him how to pick a lock with a knife. So you don’t mind the brief interruption to your game. 

“Hey Rian, how are you doing?” you say with a kind smile, entirely different to the one you’d just given Silco. 

“Good thanks,” he says, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. 

You decide not to mention it. 

“Yeah? You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah,” he says nervously, putting you on edge until he speaks again and reveals exactly why he’s acting so timidly, “Let me buy you a drink?”

Oh. He really had taken a shine to you. 

You’re just about to tell him that you get drinks on the house because you now live here with Silco, but two things happen at once.

Firstly, your all-time favourite song begins to blast through the jukebox speakers.

And secondly, you spot Silco frowning at you over Rian’s shoulder from across the room.

And with the culmination of those two factors, an idea suddenly pops into your head.

A terrible, wicked, villainous idea. 

You instantly develop a plan to get him back for all those soul-wrenching nights you’d watched him get drunk and flirt with everyone else, despite both being secretly in love with one another.

Deep down, you know that a little harmless prodding isn’t going to hurt.

In fact, you know Silco pretty well after growing up with him and now intimately sharing your life with him, so you have a pretty good feeling that you know exactly how he’s going to react.

And it will no doubt be very good for the both of you. 

“No, thank you,” you tell Rian, watching as his face falls in dejection, “But I’ll take a dance?”

It’s almost comical how quickly his mood shifts once more as he nods eagerly in agreement. 

You grin and carefully take his hand, leading him onto the ‘dancefloor’ (aka. The only space in the bar that’s not currently filled with tables or warm bodies). 

Feeling a thrill rushing through you at both hearing your favourite song and enacting your mischievous little plan, you have to hold yourself back from watching Silco’s reaction. 

No, you had to wait until just the right time, otherwise he’d know it was all a ruse.

Reaching an adequate space in the room, you turn to Rian and throw your arms around his neck, linking your fingers together securely. 

You make sure not to press your body against him because you don’t want him getting the wrong idea. Really, this was all just a bit of platonic fun and you weren’t about to cruelly lead somebody on just because you were teasing your boyfriend. 

Rian must realise you’re deliberately putting space between the two of you because he doesn’t try to pull you any closer. In fact, his hands remain safely in the middle of your back, not even attempting to inch them any lower.

You grin at him and begin to happily sing along to your favourite song as you dance.

As you slowly make a turn, arms still around Rian, you finally spot a furious looking Silco in the same place you’d left him by the bar. 

You make brief eye contact with him, and with just a simple little smirk in his direction, his expression turns from quiet seething to absolutely thunderous. 

It’s a struggle not to snort when he all but slams his drink on the bar top, liquid spilling onto his hand. 

But before you can visibly laugh at how easily he’s playing into your trap, you’ve turned so your back is to him.

Instead, you look up at your dance partner and decide to set the record straight. 

The last thing you wanted to do was accidentally hurt one of your colleagues when you were secretly just playing a game with your boyfriend. 

“Rian, you do know I’m dating Silco, right?” you tell him gently. 

He stiffens slightly in your arms and almost seems a little bit panicked, like you’ve just told a child you caught them doing something they shouldn’t.

“I know, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he says nervously, “I just think you’re nice is all.”

“It’s fine, Rian, I just wanted you to know that I’m taken,” you say, and out the corner of your eye, you see the man in question begin to stomp over to you.

You ignore him and continue speaking. 

“Although Harley has been staring at you all night, maybe you should offer to buy them a drink?” you suggest.

Harley was another new recruit and you know for a fact that they have a bit of a crush on Rian. Honestly, when you think about it, they’d be perfect for each other, so you don’t mind setting them up. 

At least it’ll give Rian somebody else to turn his attention to. 

Rian looks surprised at your suggestion and turns to look over his shoulder at Harley, who is watching him from across the room. 

“You think?” he asks thoughtfully. 

“I do,” you say with a firm nod. 

He turns back to look at you and if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say he looked excited at the prospect. Like he’d never even considered it before and you’d just opened his eyes to a whole new world. 

“Okay,” he returns your nod with a wide smile, “Thanks for dancing with me.”

“No problem, Rian.”

The very second that you’ve let go of each other and Rian has stepped away in the direction of Harley, he’s replaced by a very angry, very sour-faced Silco.

You bite back a smirk and open your mouth to tease him when he grabs your hand and half-drags you through the bar, towards the door that leads to the hallway. 

He’s not rough with you, but he’s definitely insistent as he pulls you along. 

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing? I haven't finished dancing!” you cry out in indignation. 

“Something more important has come up,” he replies curtly, not even looking back at you. 

You allow him to continue pulling you through the crowd because you know it’s all part of the game.

And gods, it was turning out to be a fun one. 

When you finally reach the back hallway, he lets the door slam behind you both and wastes no time in pulling you towards the stairs.

Now that you’re alone and away from prying eyes, you try to tug free from his grasp, planning to tease him just a little bit more. 

“Silco, what are you-”

You’re cut off by Silco slamming his lips into yours, pushing your body up against the wall in one smooth move.

It’s by far the most demanding kiss he’s ever given you and by the gods, you love it. 

With his body pressed firmly against yours, he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and accompanies the determined movements of his lips with bordering on desperate sweeps of his long hands all over your body.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything. 

Eventually, you both have to pull back for breath, but Silco doesn’t let you stray too far from him, almost like his lips are magnetised to yours.

“You’re mine,” he says against your lips, in that deep gravel that shoots heat right through you. 

Gods, you just knew that a little bit of envy would make him even hotter. 

“Feeling a little jealous, are we?” you tease him coyly as you weave your fingers through his hair. 

Silco responds by kissing along your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, following a path set by him and him alone. 

“I only want you to dance with me,” he tells you roughly, in a delicious little streak of possession.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” you smirk, giving his hair a little tug. 

He pulls back from you and looks down at you in awe. 

Then, he rolls his eyes with a sigh through his nose, clearly only just figuring out that you’d been playing with him this whole time.

“But you know, Sil, if I’m yours, that also makes you mine,” you say, tracing a finger down his cheek gently. 

He leans in close again, so your noses are almost touching and his breath dances across your skin. 

“If that’s the case, what was all that back there?”

“I just wanted to see how green those beautiful eyes could get,” you say coquettishly, “Think of it as payback for all those times you flirted with absolutely everyone but me.” 

You think you start to see a hint of remorse cross his features, so you decide to move on quickly. Making him feel bad wasn’t your aim. And besides, it was all in the past.

What you were really focused on right now was your immediate future.

“I’d say we’re even now, wouldn’t you?” you continue, raising your eyebrow with a smirk. 

His hands begin to slowly travel down your body, resting firmly on the swell of your ass while he presses himself against you.

“Oh, not in the slightest,” he drawls, as his eyes darken, “No, I think I’m going to require a little… compensation after that little stunt.”

He punctuates his salaciously implied words with a sharp pinch to your ass and you squeal in surprise, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Silco grins and presses one last delectable kiss to your open lips before pulling you towards the stairs, a promise of imminent pleasure radiating in his eyes. 

Note to self: tease Silco more often.

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#silco #silco x reader #silco x gn!reader #silco x you #silco x f!reader #Silco x m!reader #silco fic #silco arcane #young silco #part 3

[threads-makomo]

Hi hi! I'm Marvolo/Marv, I use he/they/it/xer/star pronouns! I'm 19 and I really wanted to start taking requests! Something happened recently with my dad so I thought maybe doing little drabbles and headcanons of some of my favorite characters might help get my mind off of things!! I'm also willing to do poly ships such as Giyuu x Reader x Sanemi as long as it isn't like minor x adult shit or just headcanons for ships that don't include reader. I'm not all that sure how to do like introductions and shit so I'm sorry if this is kinda half assed, I'll be taking requests on discord ik putting my discord on here is risky but fuck it, add me on there for requests or leave a comment on this post, pls I'm begging you 🥲

{ shits at the very bottom 💪💪 }

☆ - will do nsfw for + yandere if wanted

♡ - romantic, Platonic + Yandere

♤ - Romantic or Platonic only

◇ - strictly platonicly

Also if you don't see a character on here I probably won't be writing for them, of course some of this will change as I get further into the show or as I get more used the characters { looking at you hxh and toh- }

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba:

Tanjiro Kamado — ♤

Nezuko Kamado — ◇

Zenitsu Agatsuma — ♤

Inosuke Hashibira — ♤

Genya Shinazugawa — ♤

Kanao Tsuyuri — ♤

Aoi Kanzaki — ♤

Sabito — ♤

Makomo — ♤

Murata — ♤

Sumi Nakahara — ◇

Naho Takada — ◇

Kiyo Terauchi — ◇

Muichiro Tokito — ♡

Giyuu Tomioka — ☆

Gyomei Himejima — ☆

Obanai Iguro — ☆

Tengen Uzui — ☆

Makio Uzui — ☆

Hinatsuru Uzui — ☆

Suma Uzui — ☆

Kyojuro Rengoku — ☆

Sanemi Shinazugawa — ☆

Shinobou Kocho — ☆

Mitsuri Kanroji — ☆

Kanae Kocho — ♡

Hotaru Haganezuka — ☆

Shinjuro Rengoku — ☆

Ruka Rengoku — ♡

Kagaya Ubuyashiki — ☆

Amane Ubuyashiki — ☆

Kotoha Hashibira — ♤

Yoriichi Tsugikuni — ☆

Yushiro — ♡

Tamayo — ♡

Enmu — ☆

Kyogai — ♡

Mukago — ◇

Rui — ◇

Nakime — ♡

Daki — ♡

Gyutaro — ♡

Hantengu + clones — ♡

Gyokko — ♡

Akaza — ☆

Douma — ☆

Kokushibou — ☆

Muzan Kibutsuji — ☆

Hunter Hunter:

Gon Freecss — ♡

Killua Zoldyck — ♡

Alluka Zoldyck — ◇

Leorio Paladiknight — ♡

Kurapika Kurta — ♡

Hisoka Morow — ☆

Illumi Zoldyck — ☆

Chrollo Lucilfer — ☆

Silva Zoldyck — ☆

Kikyo Zoldyck — ☆

Pakunoda — ☆

Shizuku Murasaki — ☆

Machi Komacine— ☆

Shalnark — ☆

Feitan Portor — ☆

Komugi — ♡

Meruem — ♡

Kite — ☆

Inuyasha:

Sango — ♡

Inuyasha — ♡

Kagome Higurashi — ♡

Miroku — ♡

Shippo — ◇

Sesshomaru — ☆

Naraku — ☆

Kagura — ♡

Koga — ♡

Rin — ◇

Toga — ☆

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher — ♡

Larry Johnson — ♡

Ashley Campbell — ♡

Black Butler:

Sebastian Michaelis — ☆

Grelle Sutcliff — ☆

Ciel Phantomhive — ♤

Vincent Phantomhive — ☆

William T. Spears — ☆

Undertaker — ☆

Ronald Knox — ☆

Othello — ♡

Genshin Impact:

Kaeya — ☆

Noelle — ♡

Amber — ♡

Lisa — ♡

Venti — ♡

Diluc — ♡

Paimon — ◇

Qiqi — ◇

Baizhu — ☆

Wriothesley — ☆

Neuvillete — ☆

Furina — ♡

Zhongli — ☆

Arataki Itto — ☆

Ayato — ☆

Lumine — ♤

Aether — ♤

Cookie Run:

Pitaya Dragon — ♡

Lotus Dragon — ♡

Vampire — ☆

Eclair — ♡

Clover — ☆

Tea Knight — ♡

Pure Vanilla — ☆

Dark Cacao — ☆

HollyBerry — ☆

Golden Cheese — ☆

White Lily — ♡

Sugar Glass — ♡

Crowberry — ♡

Blackberry — ♡

Yogurt Cream — ☆

Lilac — ☆

Plain Yogurt — ☆

Eggnog — ☆

Almond — ☆

Roguefort — ☆

Licorice — ♡

Red Velvet — ☆

Scorpion — ☆

Pomegranate — ☆

Dark Enchantress — ☆

Frost Queen — ☆

Latte — ☆

Ice Captain — ☆

Oyster — ☆

Steven Universe:

Bismuth — ♤

Pearl — ♤

Amethyst — ♤

Spinel — ◇

Lars — ♤

The Owl House:

Luz Noceda — ♤

Camila Noceda — ◇

Amity Blight — ♤

Alador Blight — ♤

Edalyn Clawthorn — ♤

Raine Whispers — ♤

Hunter — ♤

Gus Porter — ♤

Willow Park — ♤

Afk Arena:

Daimon — ◇

Niru — ♤

Shemira — ♤

Lucretia — ♤

Flora — ◇

Arcane:

Vander — ☆

Silco — ☆

Sevika — ☆

Vi — ☆

Jinx — ☆

Ekko — ☆

Viktor — ☆

Jacye — ☆

Mel — ☆

What I will write!!

Fluff

Platonic ships

Ships headcanons

{ Example: Kyojuro x Tengen }

Smut

Suggestive content

Yandere/Mayadere

Specific kinks for specific characters

Angst

Scenario Imagines

Literally any kink that doesn't have to do with bodily fluids { not including cum }

What I will not write

Kinks such as piss, scatt and ddlg, weird kinks in general

Fetishes

Noncon/r@p3 { furthest I'll go is dubcon }

Nsfw for minors

Bnha/mha. never.

Minor x adult, Killer x victim, shit like that

Examples: Kyojuro x Akaza, Giyuu x Tanjiro

I want to add that sometimes things may not come out as often or I'll randomly go inactive, I struggle with motivating myself to do things and I get tired and burnout of things quickly, sometimes to where I won't want to have anything to do with it for months, and I want to go ahead and apologize for that. I'd also like to add that I am aloud to decline requests, wether I feel uncomfortable with the request or if I'm just not going to be able to finish it. That's honestly all I have left to say and shit. Have a good Day and thank you for reading :]

Marv_olo

#hunter x hunter #demon slayer #afk arena #inuyasha #cookie run #steven universe #the owl house #sally face #genshin impact #writers blog #new writer boost #new writter #black butler #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends

[band--psycho]

Fic Rec (Feb 2023)

I haven't done one of these for a while; so I thought it was about time I did one!

And I've just hit 3.4k followers, so I thought this was an apt way to celebrate this milestone, by celebrating some of the amazing stories I've read in the last few months!

Thank you to all of my followers and thank you to everyone who takes the time to read/comment/reblog my stories, it means so much to me! 💛

Mayans Mc:

Angel Reyes:

Angel Reyes x Reader by @darklydeliciousdesires

Angel Reyes x Reader-Vigilante Shit (Masterlist)by @withmyteeth

Coco Cruz

Coco Cruz x Reader- Secrets In Charming Town by @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna

Sons Of Anarchy:

Jax Teller:

Jax Teller x Reader by @twistnet

Jax Teller x Reader-Riding With Angels by @garbinge

Happy Lowman:

Happy Lowman x Reader-Broken Promises by @purplerain85

Chibs Telford :

Chibs Telford x Reader by @marvelous-slut

Chibs Telford x Reader-Boys Will Be Boys by @somethinginthewayiam

Chibs Telford x Reader by @imaginealotofthings

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Lost Song Of Love by @writercole

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Taxi by @onceuponastory

Marauders

Sirius Black:

Sirius Black x Reader-Guess Who? by @xacatalepsyx

James Potter:

James Potter x Reader by @letterstotheflre

James Potter x Reader by @luveline

James Potter x Reader-Thistle (Masterlist) by @thyme-in-a-bubble

Remus Lupin :

Remus Lupin x Reader by @sp1rit-realm

Remus Lupin x Reader- Battle Of The Valentines by @remusmirrorball

Remus Lupin x Reader-Carpet Burn by @forourmoons

Remus Lupin x Reader-Valentine Moon by @the-lemon-boy

Remus Lupin x Reader-The Kiss by @ro-is-struggling

Remus Lupin x Reader-Enchanted by @midniteluv

Regulus Black :

Regulus Black x Reader-I Found Stars In Hell by @coffeeaddictednymph

Harry Potter Era

Remus Lupin:

Remus Lupin x Reader-Amortentia by @lupinmoonlight

Fred Weasley:

Fred Weasley x Reader-On Edge by @spacerosesss

Fred Weasley x Reader-Get Away by @aramynx

Fred Weasley x Reader-Put Your Head On My Shoulder by @masivechaos

Fred Weasley x Reader-Dreams And Promises by @writing-fanics

Arcane

Vander:

Vander x Reader by @justabigass-simp

Vander x Reader-Dominant Vander Headcanons by @angelltheninth

Vander x Reader-The Least Sane Moments by @k1nky-fool

Vander x Reader-Better Left Said by @conretewings

Vander x Reader-Cleaning With Vander by @barbersjoy

Other:

Arcane x Reader-Home by @the-rabbit-hole-era

The Walking Dead

Negan:

Negan x Reader-You Don't Own Me by @negansluvr

Negan x Reader-The Queen For A King by @queenvidal

Negan x Reader-A Christmas Exchange (Masterlist) by @naughtyneganjdm

Rick Grimes:

Rick Grimes x Reader-We've Got Shit To Do by @zombiewhor3

Other

Wednesday Addams x Reader-A Good Day For Death by @anonymousewrites

Thomas Shelby x Reader- Dear Thomas...by @dandelionprints

Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader-Across Galaxies by @frost-queen

Harvey Specter x Reader-His Princess / A Goddess's Body by @snax-writes

Steve Harrington x Reader-Found You by @scarisd3ad

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader by @iliveiloveiwrite

The Company(The Hobbit) x Ace!Reader by @hr-nm-grnd-zr

Shouta Aizawa x Reader-Inspiration by @xacatalepsyx

#fic rec #fic rec 2023 #feb fic rec

[st4rg1rl-yana]

This is my first time writing and or posting like this. Anyways this is Vi x fem reader, the reader being Silco’s biological child going through life in the lanes before the time skip. Part 2? Maybe?

TW - Swearing, child neglect, death/speaking ill of the dead

The streets of the Undercity were never peaceful especially when night overlooked the sky. Beneath the beautiful starry night sky laid the city the could never rest. Enforcers plagued the streets harassing the innocent while people were tucked away into dark alley corners finding that to be their home for the night. The people of the Undercity were tired, tired of living off of scraps, tired of fighting to survive by any means. Desperately they clung to the wise words and protection of Vander, the Hound of the Undercity. But as more problems arose with the increasing numbers of enforcers ‘patrolling’ the streets their hope for change dwindled down to an empty nothingness.

Even then behind the scenes of it all, tucked away in his laboratory of sorts was Silco. He’d known one day Vander’s downfall would rain leaving the people of Zaun on the fritz. It’d be his perfect opportunity to finally have the city under his grasp, to finally have the power he felt was stolen from him all those years ago. So here he resided working tirelessly on perfecting his drug to soon release to the streets of Zaun. Although everything was going well with his research and testing he stayed confined to those eerie metal walls of his laboratory. Almost as if he were avoiding something or someone that is.

That’s what it felt like to you, his only child in this messed up world. As much as you’d longed for his attention over the years he’d counter that with his neglectful words and actions. Bluntly ignoring you in passing, aggression towards the little drawings or trinkets you’d make, and taking out his anger of failed experiments on you. Over the years you’d grown use to it, but he’d always take it step further breaking your spirit almost entirely. Sometimes you’d wished you were able to vanish from this world, only an on looker with no presence or conflict. Especially in times like these where you’d feel so much at once that you were afraid you’d explode from those overwhelming emotions.

“Why were you down here in the first place! Don’t you have a room for a reason?” he yelled as if his emotions were hard to assume. He was angry, livid. You’d been trying to subtly help him with his experiments even if it was unnoticeable at first. You were trying to help clean dirtied vials but slipped knocking over the completed ones instead. So here you laid surrounded by broken glass and now contaminated extracts of shimmer. “I was only trying to help!” you screamed. This felt like a tipping point and you were just fed up of taking his shit for years never getting how you felt across.

“You’ve never needed me! Why even have me here if you hate me! What’ve I ever done for you to hate me!” you’d screamed again hot tears free falling towards the ground. He sighed longingly his face hardened before saying his next few words. “I should’ve left you in that ally way to die just like your mother” he exhaled again before turning back to his work. You stood slowly, the light in your eyes dying as you looked at the man that created you. Wiping the last of your tears you walked away, out of the lab and onto the cold streets of Zaun.

The air was thick and tainted that night as it always seemed to be. It was a thick smog that clung to any of your exposed skin as you walked the streets. While a dimly lit light post exposed you to any being of the night. Your pleated black and grey striped skirt flowed aimlessly in the night breeze. Your ripped black stockings did little to nothing in means of warmth. You clutched at what you could of the worn out black cropped hoodie,that sported light brown bleached spots. Holding it closer to the cream colored tank top you wore underneath. Pulling the hood to cover your head as you passed by closed street venders and their last customers of the night. The metal straps of your grey combat boots could be heard lowly with each step you took only pausing when you reached your destination, an abandoned building. You took your time going through it climbing up a flight of stairs to the rooftop. It was then that you let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding in. You sat near ledge overlooking the city and reminiscing on the scream fest that’d previously took place as more pained tears stained your reddened cheeks.

You hadn’t realized how long you’d sat there in your own head trying to make sense of it all. Not until you heard the creak of the rooftop door and slow footsteps approaching you. Thinking nothing of it you looked onwards into night sky, sighing slightly to your predicament. A rough hand grabbed at you shoulder slightly, scaring you out of the trance like state as you reached down the the knife hidden in your boot lunging at the unknown stranger. Only to find their hands at your wrist stopping the knife from piercing their face.

“Woah there, Tiger. Easy I didn’t mean to scare ya” your ear picking up on the feminine voice before lowering the knife from her. Still guarded you took in her appearance, she looked around your age actually. Soft blue wide eyes and bright pink hair,slightly shaved on the side, slicked back to reveal her scarred and bruised face. She was beautiful and you hadn’t realized you’d been staring for while till she spoke again.

“Like what you see, Princess?” she chuckled from above you. You huffed turning away from her and back to the city lights hoping she’d leave and had not seen you in your most vulnerable state. But instead she sat next to you admiring the beauty of the night overlooked and casted in the light from the moon above. “What’s got ya down, Cupcake?” she asked nudging your knee softly with hers to get any response from you. You sighed fighting the mental battle of telling your stress to a complete stranger or pushing her off the roof only hoping she’d fall onto a old mattress or something. Choosing the the more sensible option you turned to her only meeting her eyes through the shield of your lashes.

“Just some problems at home I guess” you answered not knowing if you should go into more detail. Her eyes soften, “I getcha no one’s family is perfect”. She paused reaching a rough hand to your cheek wiping your leftover tears, “It’ll get better, Princess. And if it doesn’t come find me, I’m all ears if ya wanna talk”. You smiled at her chuckling lightly, “I’ll keep that in mind then”.

#vi x reader #arcane league of legends #vi arcane #league of legends #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x female reader #vi x female reader #league of lesbians #arcane fic #arcane x you #arcane x y/n #vi x y/n #vi x you #arcane headcanons

[drunkoffsmoke]

elliot's request page.

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about the writer. male, any prns. but mainly he/they, music + cats + sleep lover, trans 'n omnisexual. might add more later but for now this is enough.

rules.

1. remain respectful. i don't tolerate disrespect. if you're rude to me in any way, i won't be nice anymore. remember, i'm a mirror. i copy others behavior.

2. don't ask for fem reader. i strictly write for male and gender-neutral audiences. any fem aligned people, please don't interact.

3. be patient. i have a life outside social media. i'm a busy man, and sometimes i'd rather not spend my free time writing fanfictions or i simply won't feel motivated to write.

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fandoms.

COD (Call Of Duty).

könig, capt. price, ghost, soap, alejandro, valeria, farah, alex, rudy, nikolai, gaz, graves.

AOT (Attack On Titan).

eren, zeke, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, erwin, levi, hange, reiner, bertholdt, annie, pieck, porco.

SPIDERMAN (ITSV + ATSV).

miles, peter b., miguel, gwen, hobie, pavitr, noir, penny, the prowler (miles).

BEASTARS.

legoshi, louis, haru, juno, jack, bill, pina, melon, riz, gohin.

HTTYD (How to train your dragon).

hiccup, astrid, fishlegs, ruffnut, tuffnut, snotlout.

TLOU (The Last Of Us/Show).

joel, tess, tommy, marlene, ellie.

MARVEL. (CLOSED)

tony starks, capt. america, peter parker, thor, dr. strange, bucky, scarlet, deadpool, gamora, black panther, ant-man, star-lord, mantis, nebula, bruce, natasha, loki, hawkeye, falcon.

ARCANE.

vi, viktor, jinx, vander, silko, ekko, caitlyn.

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what i write.

smut

angst

fluff

headcanons

gore

lemon

platonic

multiple characters x reader

various au's

pretty much anything

what i don't write.

incest

non-con/rape

crossovers

minor x adult (both have to be at least 18.)

any weird kinks (such as piss kink, foot fetish etc)

character x oc

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a/n: this will get updated whenever, so be sure to always check before requesting.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

will finish the requests i currently have when it's school break (in a week).

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#requesting rules #request #author #writing

[thehoundwrites]

Nightmares

Werewolf!Sevika x female reader: Part 2

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: dead dove do not eat, dark content, blood, gore, injuries, reader has a break down, nightmare, attachment issues, suicide mentions, animal attack, guns, alcohol, violence, smoking, possessive Sevika

Shout out to @nora-xox for being my beta reader

Tagging: @sevikasleftpussyflap (you convinced me to post this first) @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @iwritesmuttyfics @witxhy-lexx @biphrogg @thebleccbird @lucky13les @petitepersephone

Words: 1876

The transformation is something you'll never forget, the feeling of your bones breaking your skin ripping apart at it's seems, to your own volition. The choice you have to make, do I put the gun to my mouth and end it all. Or do I change.

No one ever chooses the former. Except one.

His greying beard fell with his jaw, blood covering his large now bare chest as I frantically moved to patch his wounds as he taught me. The claw marks of a beast tearing him, as it did me. His eyes somehow held the hope he always spoon fed to others. I however knew the truth. He was just as terrified as the rest of us.

The fire he held in them faded. "Vi… Powder" he croaked eyes maintaining contact with them.

"C'mon now, you know they're fine"

"No"

"They're sitting over there resting, see" it was hard hiding the panic in my voice. It usually came naturally. Like an instinct to hide.

"Wasn't-" his words slurred lowly basically croaking through his stiff body.

"VANDER."

"Hmm, protect our family Sevika"

"They're okay"

"No- That wasn't an animal"

"It was a wolf Sir"

"A werewolf"

My silence left him the opening he was waiting for.

The next thing that happened was one I'd never forget, I wouldn't have known what he did if I didn't notice the movement in his hands.

"The family Sev"

But then he slumped and his blood splattered over my white T Shirt.

Sevika sat straight up, her grey eyes practically glowing in the dark, her scars going up her ribs stung in pain. She was warm, sweat dripped down her forehead, and when she wiped it away she noticed tears.

She wore nothing but a black tank top and boxers, yet she walked to the kitchen to grab some water, and check on the girl. Her eyes flashed into the dark seeing your face made her stiffen, there was a peaceful look and you snuggled with your pillow. She took a few sips of her drink watching your peaceful slumber before laying back down.

She tested her palms on the cold satin sheet that was splayed out across her mattress. She could clean them all she wanted but she could never get the blood off of them.

Yea. She wasn't going back to bed. Sevika grabbed a bottle of jack, and sat on the couch across from you and lit a cigar, sighing heavily letting the tension leave her chest, yet quiet enough so you wouldn't wake. You'd think she'd stop having nightmares after ten years.

(Your pov)

The pognant stench of cigars is one that didn't leave your nose for a while. Although you much preferred this dry aroma to the copper smell of the night before.

Your eyes lingered across the thick of her body, as she walked away. Inside of you, you were rather conflicted from everything that's happened. You wanted to trust her, the fact that she saved you, the fact that you're alive. All screamed for you to throw yourself at her knees and thank her. Yet there was a part of you that told you this was a horrible idea, that you should run. That's she was a monster, she must've killed that guy, but. Who else has she killed?

Your memories flared as you tried to recall more of the attack, you tried and tried but it only came rushing back to you bits and pieces.

That was the woman who was drenched in blood, carrying you away from the attack. She must've bandaged you, dressed you, fed you. But why?

You weren't sure why you stayed either. In fact the feeling of anxiety never left your side despite the reluctance you had for moving at the moment.

Your hands lingered over the spots of your body the woman's fingers had touched. How much had she seen? A sense of embarrassment made your face pale and your stomach queasy.

You were out. And when you woke up you felt a bit of a wet spot on your pillow. Your body must've needed it.

The pain wasn't excruciating today, in fact it was rather bearable. You could feel most of your body, and the bandages no longer were soaked with blood.

You remember calling your friend and hearing their ringtone yet they weren't around.

Your hands sifted through your clothes, today she had brought out a black T-shirt and more sweatpants.

How many grey sweatpants can one woman own?

But your phone wasn't there. Anxiety fled turning into full on panic, if you didn't have your phone how could anyone contact you?

"What's up"

The gruff voice startled you, you looked up and your eyes widened.

"How long have you been there?"

Silence. She didn't seem to want to be friendly.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Why did you save me?"

"I plugged your phone in over there." The woman said pointing next to your couch behind your head.

"Oh" you let out a sigh of relief "thank you"

She snorted, smirking a bit.

"Names Sevika"

"Wh- Oh. That's a nice name"

"Tsk" you noticed the bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other raised a cigarette to her lips.

"Rough night?"

"What d'yo think kid?"

You scolded yourself in your head but stayed silent looking at your phone. It wasn't early, it was almost midday.

"My name's ____"

"I know"

"Oh"

Silence again. She wasn't very good at holding conversations.

"I'm Rans friend."

"Y'know Ran!?" You smiled at her eyes lit up with a new gleam.

"They're practically family"

"Oh shit! Do they know what happened?"

She huffed and pulled herself to the couch, you couldn't help but notice her eyes linger.

"How did you meet that vampire?"

"Are you gonna answer any questions?"

"No, and you won't be leaving until you answer my questions"

"YOU CAN'T JUST KEEP ME HERE!"

"I can, answer"

"I uh, I met him at the bar."

You felt her tense

"Do you go to back alleys with strange men all the time or what?"

"NO of course not, what do you take me for sevika?"

"Dumb. Bad judge of character, a problem, kinda pretty"

"Pretty?"

"Is that really what you're taking from this?"

"What other questions do I have to answer before I'm released"

She sighed. "Why do you have to be so difficult"

"What did I even do now?"

"Nothing, Rans gonna be here soon so calm down"

"Okay"

"Is Ran a wolf too? They don't have ears"

"Rans a different type of wolf."

You knew you weren't going to get anymore out of her so you took the jack from her hand and took a swig grimacing at the taste.

"That tastes like shit"

She laughed, and you caught the small smile that peered on her face as she sat down next to you

"You'll learn to love it." She said, patting your shoulder softly. That soft touch lit a fire in both of you and you looked at her.

She cleared her throat "D'you need anything, breakfast, toothbrush, shower?"

"Not yet, my body is still really numb"

Her grey eyes scanned your body. "You were missing a lot of blood"

She got up, your body already missed the heat she was giving off. She came back in and tossed a bottle of water at you.

"Drink, I have to let ran in"

You nodded, grabbing the water bottle. It made you feel a bit nauseous to put something in your mouth but it'll make you feel better so you take a few small sips.

Rans voice was familiar to you, and when you heard it you got excited. "Ran!"

Their figure appeared in the doorway behind Sevika as they both walked in together sitting on the couch across from you.

"Hey angel, I'm glad you're doing okay.'

Sevika chimed in "it probably hasn't hit yet."

And to no one's surprise it did when she said it. Your head spun recalling the horrifying events of the other night, your eyes zoned out, and you were back. There with him.

"Oh my God"

"Shit" you heard Sevika curse. Ran got up over to you and flicked the lighter in your face, which made you snap out of your trance.

"He can't hurt you, you're under our protection."

"But- he had so many bodies Ran"

"It's okay he can't hurt anyone else."

"Oh my God, I can't go back can I"

"One thing at a time." The. You felt a bit of a familiar hand on your thigh, the one that lights your nerves aflame. And a deep gruff voice "it'll be okay, you can stay here with the pack. And we can still do normal things, we all work at a bar and you can work there too"

Your blushed looking at her her face was so close, her grey eyes lingered on you her thumb moving back and forth on the clothing that covered your skin.

"But my friends-"

"Are safer without you"

Ran cut in "for now, until we can guarantee your safety"

"But I don't get it, why me." Sevika stood quickly making you flinch. Before her calloused fingers gripped your cheeks holding your head in both her hands. They were touch and veiny, tattoos covering one of them, it almost made her arm look mecha.

"Look at me" you couldn't help the way your eyes darted to her lips as she leaned in her hot breath inches away from you.

"It's going to be okay"

"But-" your eyes darted down.

"Her thumb lifted your chin "Look at me" you nodded and raised your eyes mumbling and apology.

"It's gonna be okay I promise"

(Sevika time)

It was magnetic, the way her voice sounded, the way she looked at me, the way she breathed. My gut turned threatening to flip, yet my stayed composed.

Until Ran comforted her. I got… angry..

But then I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to help her. I needed to. And I did. But the way she stared at my lips, the way I can feel her emotions, her sadness, her rage, her fear, her excitement to see Ran, her lust for me. It was all threatening the beast and my stomach churned.

Sevika ended up leaving shortly after you put on TV and fell back to sleep.

"What's wrong with you"

"What"

"You're acting weird"

Sevika sipped her coffee "I'm not doing this"

"What happened while I was gone"

"Nothing I couldn't sleep so I drank, the usual"

"We're best friends you know you can tell me anything"

"Good to know."

"What do you wanna fuck her?"

"I wanna fuck you what's the difference?"

"Oh so you wanna date her."

"Ran you're almost 30 years old"

"Sevika and ___ sitting in a tree"

"Enough" Sevika said, a growl in her words. And that was all it took. "I'm the alpha not you"

"Yea, sorry"

"I have to keep order, friends or not. If you step out of line then what? Dustin? Shoola? Lock? How do you think HE would feel about Lock, Ran."

"Okay I'm sorry I get it."

"But you're acting weird"

She sighed, tossing her cup in the sink and walking out.

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