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Playing with Fire (Phoenix/F!ice Radiant)

VALORANT Phoenix x F! duelist! ice Radiant

WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Power Dynamics, Manipulation,Mind Games, Psychological Tension, Drinking (implied)

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining

AGENT CODENAME: Tundra

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The atmosphere in the underground VALORANT HQ lounge was electric as the duelists gathered once again for their now-traditional post-mission party. Laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the haze of light that flickered across the room. It was an unspoken rule: after each operation, they celebrated, and sometimes, they played games. Tonight, it was Truth or Dare.

Jett, ever the instigator, smirked mischievously as she shuffled the deck of cards, the bottle of rum sitting in the center of the table. “Alright alright, we’ve been keepin' it tame for a while now. Let’s spice it up a little. No more pickin' the safest option.. and no backing out. I want to see some real action tonight.”

Tundra, perched on the edge of a couch with a glass of rum in hand, didn't feel the familiar warmth from the alcohol but from the anticipation coil up inside her chest. Phoenix, sitting on the opposite side of the circle, caught her eye, his gaze smoldering and knowing. It was a challenge—no words spoken. The connection between them was undeniable. She couldn’t deny the way her body responded to him when he was near. The subtle heat he exuded—silently and persistently threatening to melt her cool composure.

It had been months since their first tense moments together, sparring, bonding through missions, others making offhanded comments about their tension—rinse and repeat. Somehow, Phoenix started to know exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her feel something she never thought she could. Heat.

It drove her mad and a small, petty part of her resented him for it. Every time they were together, she melted under his gaze, and she hated it. hated how easily he could get her to do it. hated how fast he could have her walls come undone. hated the air of smugness in his husky voice when he knew he was successful at getting under her Icy exterior.

But tonight? that was going to change; she was going to turn the tables back on him.

Elegantly, Tundra reached out and spun the bottle in the middle of the circle with litle to no effort, coincidentally landing with a soft thud in front of Phoenix after Jett made sure to manipulate the air around them. His eyes were already glaring hard ahead of him at her, glinting, as if daring her to chose dare.

“Alright Ice Queen,” his words coming out haughty. His neck tilting back as his eyes lidded as he watched Tundra, “What’ve you got for me?”

Taking the moment to contemplate, Tundra rhythmically tapped on her glass before she leaned back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She held Phoenix's gaze, savoring the way the fire in him flickered, sensing he was preparing himself for whatever she’d throw his way. He’d expected some playful jab, some mild challenge. But tonight, she wasn’t in the mood to go easy on him.

“Dare,” she said, letting the word hang in the air around them and their audience. “I dare you, Phoenix…" her lips smiled but her eyes remained neutral- "To get down on your knees and tell me exactly how it feels to know you’ll never get close to touching me.”

A faint ripple of 'damns' and murmurs swept through the circle of duelists, mostly coming from neon and raze-and some light popcorn chewing from Killjoy who got invited to the event by Raze—Followed up by a quiet complaint from her when Yoru reached over into the popcorn bucket to grab some.

The rest of the group stole glances at each other, unsure if Tundra was serious. But after some time passed and she was dead silent with an unwavering gaze on her target—Phoenix and everyone else received their confirmation that she was dead serious. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk faltering just enough for her to catch the hint of hesitation she was hoping for. She knew he hated showing any sign of vulnerability, and here she was, turning the tables in the most public, humiliating way.

Phoenix's jaw tensed, and Tundra caught the flash of something dangerous in his gaze. His smirk faltered, just enough for her to savor the hint of hesitation she’d been hoping for. But then, his lips curved into a smile—a slow, almost menacing smile, like a predator humoring his prey. She felt a thrill race down her spine as he took a breath, steady and controlled, and lowered himself onto his knees.

He kept his eyes locked on hers, his voice lowering to a quiet, dangerously measured tone. “You really want to know how it feels, love?” His words lingered in the air, smoky and deliberate. “To know I can get close enough to touchin' you… but never close enough to feel that warm skin you keep hidden underneath all that ice?”

She held his gaze, her own breath catching, but she didn’t back down. She’d asked for this; she was in control.

But Phoenix’s eyes darkened, his tone growing huskier, almost a whisper. “It’s maddenin', Tundra. To be this close and to feel you resistin' me, keepin' me just out of reach but so close enough for your comfort. You think this.. this control you have is stoppin' me but it only makes me want to push your limits harder. To see just how fast that wall of yours would melt for me… if you let me break through.” He moved closer, his voice an intimate murmur. “And we both know you’d melt, don’t we?” his eyes hard and hot. "I know."

Tundra’s heart quickened, but she masked it with a haughty, raised brow. “You’re still on your knees, Phoenix. That tells me exactly who’s in control here.”

His eyes gleamed, and he leaned in, his words dangerously soft. “Believe that all you want, princess. But when I finally break through that ice, Tundra—when I reach you—it won’t be you who’s in control. I’ll make you feel all that heat you've been runnin' from. And I won’t stop until that grand ice barrier is nothin' but a puddle.”

He rose slowly, each movement deliberate, watching her like a cat watching a mouse, as if savoring every second of her quickening pulse. His hand lifted, his fingers ghosting near her cheek—close enough that she felt the warmth of his skin but never the touch. Her breath hitched—just a flicker of hesitation—but his lips twisted into a knowing smirk, his voice barely a murmur.

“You’ll see,” he whispered, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. “When I’m done, you’ll be burnin' for me.” and i'll make you love every second of it. She couldn't hear him say it, but his eyes held that dark promise that couldn't be ignored.

He straightened, backing away with a final, piercing look that left her heart pounding and her mind reeling. She’d started this game, but the way he left her there made her wonder if she was really prepared for how it would end.

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Authors note: Let me know if I should continue this storyline or create more short stories! this is my first ever short story so feedback is appreciated! :)

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Therapy is expensive, but Silco is free

Got this idea from @/itto hourly on Twitter so credit to them for the idea

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Secret Ingredient - Chapter Five

Paring: Silco/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Canon typical violence, dark themes, Angst

Summary: You had grown up on the streets. You knew the Underground. Which is why you decided to try and stay away from the main parts of it. Baking was safe and easy.

Helping to take care of a Crime Lord’s daughter? May have been easier to join up with a gang

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For a brief moment, you had forgotten what had happened the night before. You woke up, curled up in your warm blankets. You thought briefly about breakfast for a moment, wondering if Jinx would want pancakes or eggs, or some sort of odd unholy mixture of the two. 

And then you remembered. And any hunger soured in your belly, as you instead curled the blankets more around yourself, until they covered your head. Instead you waited, keeping your breathing low as you waited for the steps. They came not long after, one set going down, and then two going up. 

You slowly emerged from your blanket cocoon, leaving the warmth of your bed and moving to put on clothes for the day. Yet you felt odd, as you moved out of your room. Jinx had been a constant companion in the near month since you had first met her.

It felt odd as you moved into the kitchen. You did end up making eggs and some toast, but even then you had doubled the amount of scrambled eggs without realizing it. You sighed, and moved to season them with a generous amount of salt and pepper, before moving a good portion onto your plate. Then added some toast to it, before you moved to the table. 

You thought it had been fine, being alone. That you had chosen to be alone, and that you weren’t in fact lonely. And now you felt it. A loneliness that ached, and you knew you had felt it before. You just had forgotten how bad it could be. 

When the kitchen door opened and Sevika pushed her way inside, bags under her eyes, you eyed her. Her golden arm was fully visible in her tight brown shirt, her red covering for it gone. “Rough night?” 

Her gaze narrowed at you. “Silco was pissed for the most of it. Luckily he headed to bed early, so he could wake up in time to be with Jinx.” Her glare was more prominent as she approached. “Who I now have to deal with all day in the office.” 

You frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean for all this to happen.” And yet it had. And you weren’t sure if you would change anything. Besides maybe talking to Jinx before she began to ask Silco motherhood related questions. You gestured to the spare plate behind you. “Eggs?” 

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Arcane developers be like:

-Ok, I like this Silco character, very well written. Now, what about the design, how can we make him more interesting? -What about we make him... not attractive? There's plenty of boring sexy villains out there. -Oh, I got it: let's make him old! Like 45/50-ish. Not elder, but let's give him some actual wrinkes. -But not silver fox- -No, not silver fox, more like we give him some 1950's republican-gay-in-denyal haircut turning grey. -Not bad, not bad... and not buff or super tall or anything. Average body. -Guys guys guysss: let's give him teef. -... -Like his jaws went through a cocktail shaker. -You're a fucking genius.

ARCANE FANDOM:

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S I L C O — ARCANE

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Modern Silco

You: Know why I called you in here?

Silco: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

You: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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father figure

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let’s clear this shit up

jinx: bisexual

vi: lesbian

caitlyn: nothing but lesbian

jayce: straight

viktor: hextech

silco: dad

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the feminine urge to hyperfixate over an old man and download 1000+ pictures of him and look at them lovingly in your spare time

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Ya’ll i’m goin feral

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Underratedly hysterical part of Arcane is Silco’s face after Sevika doesn’t betray him because it’s just 100% “HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT I WAS BLUFFING I WAS NOT CONFIDENT AT ALL THAT SHE WASN’T GONNA KILL ME HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT I COULD HAVE DIED—”

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Hey, could you please write headcanons for Silco and Viktor where they’re in a situation where they have to warm up reader, but they kinda of enemies? If that even makes sense.

They Warm You Up - Arcane Headcanon

Warning: Fluff and a bit of Angst on Silco's part

I just woke up so please excuse me if this isn't that good, I'm still a bit weh

Silco

Really you and him had a very love hate relationship, the hate part was just a way to hide both of your feelings for each other.

So imagine the look on his face when he sees your so called "best friend" push you off the bridge and into the water.

He sees you struggling and immediately goes in to help; he has been in a similar situation and it is NOT gonna happen to you too.

Once he finally dragged you to shore and back onto the bridge, he noticed how much you were shivering.

He sighed, and began taking off his jacket to wrap around you. Honestly it didn't help much, but at least it was something.

Tears welled in your eyes as the realization of what just happened settled in. You covered your mouth to keep your sobs quiet, but he knew, of course he knew, and wrapped his arm around your head, pulling the side of it into his chest and sliding his hand down to rub your shoulder in whatever comfort he could give.

Viktor

Viktor often times never came to bed due to him wanting to work on more Hextech stuff.

One day he decided to take a day off to have some time with you as he realized how little time he was spending with you.

You two had spent all day together and soon enough, it was about time to get to bed.

Once you curled up in your shared bed, Viktor put his hand gently on your arm, only for it to be cold to the touch.

Was it always this cold when you went to bed?

He wrapped himself around your middle and started drifting off.

If it was always this cold then maybe he should come to bed more often, he decided.

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tamika fawcett for fashion editorials ⋅ ph. amy hibbard

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Shout out to the best evil dad

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Silco: But at the same time and like I said-and me you know—i’m 56 years old

Jinx: DAMN-

Silco: …..

Jinx: …i’m sorry. …i’m sorry.

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Not me refreshing this tab like a starved woman.. this man has me in shackles🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️